VARIOUS AND VARIED PAST LIVES

I have memories from numerous past lives.To describe all of them would be a momentous task so in this blog I am going to confine myself to only describing some of my more clear past life memories.

HUMAN SACRIFICE

In this past life I ended my days as a human sacrifice. I don’t know for sure where or when this life took place but it seems to be thousands of years BC.The religion was polytheistic and I seem to have been a very devout worshiper at the local temple.The religion included the practice of human sacrifice.The sacrifice was always a man who was a volunteer.On the day of the sacrifice wearing only a loincloth he would lie down on the stone altar.After saying various prayers and incantations the priest would cut the man’s heart out using a special sacrificial blade.

It was believed that the gods generously rewarded the sacrificial volunteer in the hereafter which is perhaps why they never had to use unwilling victims as there were always volunteers.For some time I had been thinking of volunteering but I had not quite summoned up the nerve.One day I was actually on my way to volunteer but I lost my nerve and didn’t do so.At the temple on the day of the next sacrifice I watched as someone else died on the altar thinking about how I could have been the sacrifice that day if only I had not lost my nerve. I resolved that the next sacrificial death on the altar would be me.

I made sure that when the next sacrifice was due I volunteered promptly before anyone else had the chance to volunteer before me.The day of the sacrifice arrived.Wearing just a loincloth I climbed onto the stone altar and lay on my back.The cold of the stone altar sent a momentary shudder through my bare body.The priest made the usual prayers and incantations.Then he plunged the blade into me killing me instantly.

VOLUNTEER FOR MUTUAL SLAUGHTER

This was another life in which I volunteered to die.

This past life took place in ancient Israel at a time of civil war between two rival leaders.The conflict had reached a stalemate with neither side able to make any progress or gain any advantage.They agreed to meet and discuss whether to continue the war or negotiate for peace.They decided that as a symbol of the stalemate they would have a brief play in which twelve men from each side would mutually slay each other.What would happen was that twelve volunteers from each side would be paired up.They would each place his left hand on the head of the other exposing their left side to be stabbed with a sword.Then using their right hand they would plunge their swords into each other’s left side so that they would die at the same time.The twelve pairs would do this at the same time so that all twenty four would die at the same time.So that it could be clearly seen that the deaths were real and not staged all the volunteers taking part would be bare bodied from the waist up.That way it could be clearly seen that the swords really were plunged into them and they really did die.

Our commanding officer told us about what was happening and requested twelve volunteers to die. I immediately stepped forward and volunteered before anyone else.After afew minutes eleven more had volunteered and they had the required twelve volunteers.

We were introduced to the twelve volunteers from the other side and each of us were paired up with one of them.The next several days were spent practicing with wooden pretend swords.It was important that we would be able to completely synchronise our actions because if anyone acted too quickly or too slow it could result in some of us not having a sword in our side and not being killed.Also if we were not synchronised in our actions it could result in some of us dying later than others.One thing I noticed while practicing was that we were all enjoying the practice even though we were practicing for our own deaths.Also I found that being barechested felt so much more comfortable than what I would normally have been wearing.The usual military gear that we wore for going into battle was designed for protection not comfort but since protection no longer applied in our cases we were able to just be comfortable.

The day of our deaths arrived.We and our fellow volunteers from the other side sat on wooden benches on opposite sides of a pool.The command was given and we all stood and walked to meet our opposite numbers.Upon reaching each other we all put our hand on our opposite number’s head and they put their hands on ours.We then plunged our swords together in each other’s left side so that all twenty four of us died at the same time like we were meant to.

I have no doubt about the reality of this past life memory because it is so vivid but I have not been able to find anything that corroborates it. If anyone knows of anything corroborating it I would certainly like to know.Also,all my life I have experienced moments when I get a stabbing pain in my left side and,to a lesser extent,my right side which is significant since my opposite number’s sword actually went right through my body coming out my right side. I am told that this can be an effect of my past life.

MURDERED HEIR

This life seems to have taken place around the eleventh or twelfth century. I was about eight years old. I was heir to an important title (possibly even royalty).There was alot of conspiracy and power struggles going on and it was known that some parties had a vested interest in preventing me from growing up and inheriting my title.

I lived in a castle so I was obviously high born. I was in bed one night when two men came in my room and kidnapped me.They took me into the local woods and one of them then strangled me with a piece of cord.

Looking at this brief life I have often wondered why they took me into the woods to kill me rather than just murdering me in my bed.The only thing I can think of is if they needed to dispose of my body and being in the woods made it easier.Or it may have been so that wolves or other animals would eat my body and my remains would look like the wolves had killed me.

FERAL BOY

In this life I was a feral child.My memories of it so closely match the story of Victor of Aveyron that I honestly believe that I was Victor in my past life. I living wild in the forest and eventually being captured. I also eventually ending up in the care of a man who devoted so much time to my rehabilitation. I also the name Itard being his name. I ed that name before I read anything about the case of Victor of Aveyron.

When I learned many years after I first ed this life about Victor of Aveyron I immediately related to it and was astonished at how closely it matched my past life memories.

An interesting incident in my present life is that at the age of twelve I was lost in a forest for nine days. I seemed to just know how to survive as if from memory.It was just after this that I began to my past life as Victor of Aveyron.

TRENCHES OF WORLD WAR ONE

Given that in my present life I am a committed pacifist this is one past life I am far from comfortable with because I was an English soldier fighting in the trenches of World War One.

I have always related more to World War One than to World War Two.However I seem to actually being in World War One. I seem to have survived the trench warfare because I recall returning from the war. I seem to have died a natural death not long before my present life began.

The five past lives I have described here are not the only ones I but they are the ones I most vividly . I also suspect that I have some past lives that I can almost but not quite.For example I have always felt an affinity with ancient Egypt.

To revisit some of the past lives I have described.The first two seem to show the differences between modern and ancient attitudes such as to things like death.For example,in my present life volunteering to be killed would be completely ruled out but in those two past lives I certainly had no problem with it.In the first one I can easily see why I was so keen to volunteer to be sacrificed. I was devout in my worship of the gods.Also being killed as a sacrifice was regarded as a great honour and was believed to be rewarded in the afterlife. I find it abit more surprising that I was so prompt and enthusiastic about volunteering to die in the mutual slaughter play.Yet I was certainly not unique since it took only a matter of minutes to find eleven more equally willing and enthusiastic volunteers.Also the twelve volunteers from the other side all seemed just as eager and willing.Maybe death was not seen with the horror we see it with today and maybe in those days things like tribal loyalties and loyalty to leaders were stronger than the desire for self preservation making more people more willing to sacrifice their own lives.

If I had to choose a favourite and least favourite past life my favourite would easily be my past life as the feral boy Victor of Aveyron.It was such a pure and innocent life that it has a special and unique beauty to it.My least favourite would be my life as a soldier in World War One.As a pacifist knowing that my most recent past life was a life in which I was the opposite of everything I stand for in my present life doesn’t sit well with me.

I will end this rather long blog by saying that I do have memories of other past lives and I may decide to share some of them in future blogs. If so I will do so one life per blog because I didn’t stop to think how much I was writing. If you’ve read this blog from beginning to end then well done because it certainly was long.