Reincarnation (was: God Bless America)

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Hi Michael,

>Even as a very young child I had always felt a

great longing for rocky peaks and snow-capped mountains, and as you are

saying, "a few fragments were recalled" of a past beyond this life. Though I

know a little more fully now, rather than speak of myself let me relate a

story that was told in my presence by one monk, Brother Anandamoy, who was a

direct disciple of Paramahansa Yogananda.

 

Brother had been with Yoganandaji for only a few month when he had this

experience during his practice of Kriya. (Kriya Yoga, as you may know, is

the meditation technique taught by Yoganandaji.) So one day while doing his

Kriya, this monk accidentally discovered the technique of viewing his own

past incarnations. While still engrossed in the experience, and enjoying it

thoroughly, he was suddenly interrupted by a call from outside. "Master

wants to see you immediately!" In Brother's words, "being the embodiment of

ignorance" he hurried straight to Yoganandaji to give him the glad tidings,

fully expecting a good dose of praise for his exploit. But even before he

could utter a word, Yoganandaji said sternly, "I don't want you to look at

your past incarnations. Do not identify yourself with the past masquerades

of your soul."

 

Wonderful story! The memories that have come to me have mostly been

triggered by someone I knew before or a place very like a place I

lived, etc. But I believe that the reason I remembered those lives

is because they're the ones that have the most to do with the present

life. Those memories explain some things to me about this life - in

a few cases the reason for unreasonable fears.

 

Other than that, I see no reason to try to remember. We could sit

around for years remembering other lives instead of living this one!!

)

 

I think many memories are just under the surface though, and we can

recognize them in those things that come so easily to us, or the

countries or periods that are so fascinating.

 

Love,

Dharma

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Dear Jan,

 

thanks for this somewhat tragicomic description of your father's attempts at

disciplining you! I can well understand that a highly independent spirit

such as yours could not easily be satisfied with the uninspired and narrow

confines of ordinary day-to-day existence, and I would venture to think that

you were not really understood by those close to you, and also perhaps did

not understand yourself, either. In retrospect, would you say your family

could have helped you better in some way? If you had a child just like you

were at that time, what would you do differently?

 

If you feel these questions to be too personal, please simply ignore them,

but as a father of two, and also as a former educator, I'd be very

interested in your opinion.

 

As to not making a distinction between "you" and "me" - that's the goal! I

have to admit, though, that I am not there yet. :-)

 

Take care,

 

Michael

 

 

-----Ursprungliche Nachricht-----

Von: jb [kvy9]

Gesendet: Thursday, November 29, 2001 23:42

An:

Betreff: Re: AW: Reincarnation (was: God Bless America)

 

 

On 11/29/01 at 9:39 PM MikeSuesserott wrote:

 

:Dear Jan,

:

:rugged individualist that you are, I take it you must have been a very

:unusual child! Were you difficult to handle? :-)

 

Hahaha! That smiley tells you know the answer already!

My parents never forgot the ordeal that came upon them

and at every birthday, the anecdotes were told,

many on the impossibility to punish me.

 

Noticing my father would stop beating when i started to cry, i decided

not to cry and he bruised his hands Then he decided to use a carpet

beater

and i cried out before he had hit, so loud that the neighbors came

complaining

On being imprisoned in the coal shed, it took over an hour to get cleaned

again...

On being imprisoned in the loo, what wasn't fixed was put in and the plumber

had a tough job fixing it up again.

On being imprisoned in a wardrobe, no cloth was left with buttons attached.

 

My father gave up, my mother took over and used arguments - trying to

communicate instead of to punish. Even a psychologist was consulted and

for her i was a research object - my parents didn't have to pay

The diagnosis was, an unusual amount of life-energy, hence a "behavioral

cure"

would be to skip one or more classes at school as learning was much faster

than usual too. But that never happened as my father's career always came

first,

not the family.

 

:

:It seems that all great teachers emphasized, and also expressed in their

:own

:lives, that caring and sharing aspect you mention. "Thou shalt love the

:Lord

:thy God with all thy heart, ..., and thy neighbor as thyself." Sort of sums

:it all up, doesn't it?

:

:Take care,

:

:Michael

 

Of course that sums it up - as if "realization" would be a kind of

"bonus" after "duty" for those, 40+...

Not making a distinction regarding "you and me" dissolves the notion of

"otherness", hence the notion of "me" too. That is what Self-realization is

about: to +know+ that the drop is the ocean and to see the ocean in each

drop.

Only then, life can be the joy it is intended to be.

The term "with all your heart" already implies not to make a distinction or

to

"hold back".

 

Peace,

Jan

 

 

 

 

/join

 

 

 

 

All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,

perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside

back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than

the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness.

Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is

where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal

Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously

arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a.

 

 

 

Your use of is subject to

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On 12/1/01 at 4:26 PM MikeSuesserott wrote:

 

ºDear Jan,

º

ºthanks for this somewhat tragicomic description of your father's attempts

ºat

ºdisciplining you! I can well understand that a highly independent spirit

ºsuch as yours could not easily be satisfied with the uninspired and narrow

ºconfines of ordinary day-to-day existence, and I would venture to think

ºthat

ºyou were not really understood by those close to you, and also perhaps did

ºnot understand yourself, either. In retrospect, would you say your family

ºcould have helped you better in some way? If you had a child just like you

ºwere at that time, what would you do differently?

 

I would have been quite happy if only my parents had given a musical instrument

-

from birth on i was fascinated with music, wanted to become a jazz musician but

it was refused - the narrow-mindedness of that time, that jazz musicians were

drug

addicts ending up in the gutter.

 

The sight of grown ups, caught in rigid opinions, unable to reason on the basis

of

perceptions, unable to give the benefit of the doubt and experiment, meant that

there was no wish to be involved in society - in Europe, it's next to impossible

to teach kids privately in such a way as not to foster conditioning. And destiny

didn't present the 'option' to be involved with kids.

º

ºIf you feel these questions to be too personal, please simply ignore them,

ºbut as a father of two, and also as a former educator, I'd be very

ºinterested in your opinion.

 

Nothing is too personal Sometimes i see a kid that (still) isn't conditioned

and the recognition is always mutual. Conditioning could be defined as the

mental

layer of opinions concerning an object whereas without conditioning, "just" the

object is observed - the analogy of navigating through a haze or when it's

sunny.

That is what i would make kids aware of - if for instance they "just" see some

cat,

or if they see a cat with their opinions unknowingly attached to it...

 

º

ºAs to not making a distinction between "you" and "me" - that's the goal! I

ºhave to admit, though, that I am not there yet. :-)

 

In the land called "sentience" there isn't a goal, only a journey

 

Peace,

Jan

 

º

ºTake care,

º

ºMichael