Everyone you have ever met in this realm is either a past life connection or one that will play a part in what comes next. Its a mind bending topic as one spin in the flesh is hard enough to comprehend at low res but once you start doing the Knowledge and digging into your ignorance to reveal the wisdom therein it makes way more sense. Check it:
Past life connections can be imagined as residual energetics that weave an influence on the present. Imagine you have a cloth that is white and one that is red. For a while you tie them together and some impressions are left. The one of the hue cannot imagine a life without pigment and, on the flip, the other that shines with no light feels sensations intense when they are linked. Now we take them apart. Externally its Self evident that the white is now daubed with red in certain bits but the influence upon it who was dyed and came back to life in the others presence is way more subtle and, dare I say it, intense. Now, in another spin, this can manifest as a fresh red that goes hell for leather to avoid or attract a white in his life as he recollects, on a subcon level of presence, that last time she took some parts of him and left. White, on the flip, may feel she doesn’t fit in with kith and kin or the traditions that they accept and thus must do something different. This can manifest as a Weeb sexing a Waifu robot in the times that are coming or that of a woman who runs away and marries a man of different skin who, on top of all of this, doesn’t practice the same religion. Much to the chagrin of her parents. See how it isn’t them or their influence but past strings with current links that demand attention? Becoming aware of this in the flesh is the true key to freedom because, as far as I can tell, this is the number one control mech that keeps us pinned to the wheel of time in ignorance. What if red clicked that white is he, ultimately, just like two paintings dipped in oil are actually built on the same canvas of pure consciousness?
This is the “At one with everything” people mentioned back when and fakers now pretend to possess. Tell em that when they’re yelling F this and that when cut up in traffic, see what happens. Even something as simple as this relates to a transfer in energetics hence why the resonance is so intense for what, on the surface, makes no sense. Sprinkle in the fact that we drive “Cars” whilst the ancient Egyptians said the “Ka” is the immortal part of the human that survives various lives and death and the Knowledge fairly does itself. Batteries not included as anothers truth is not your truth and, as I said, second hand gnosis reeks of being built on an island of lesbians. With that said, lets be having you then:
Past life connections may not be seen on the surface but are, most certainly, felt within. I’ll speak on the nature of the unrequited, the one that got away-ness and such things in another article but lets kick it on another element:
Your parents and how they laid the mess that became your Journey in the flesh on this spin. This bundle, for most, is the hardest to examine with a critical lens as people either over idealize (especially if they’re dead) or totally hate them (if they wish to dance on their coffin). The truth is, as you’d guessed, in the mid. Recollect, these too are just people, ignorant, and doing what the script said and, in general, totally oblivious to the reality creating mech that had twisted their melon to ensure that when sperm hit egg it would bring a certain Soul to this realm. Some mothers do have em as this article attests as she felt an immense wave of regret lace her flesh after whizzing on a test as her subtle energetics said “Not him again!”. Consciously she didn’t click but the Spirit is like the subcon in that respect and it did the Knowledge in an instant. This, in effect, bought a hint of red to her previously well kept white threads as the fetus developing said “Gotcha bish!” as it intended to raise merry hell in this spin for what she done did the last time they met. Are you starting to feelsee what introspection revealed to me? It certainly seems like I’m mainling secret truths, well hid, and then speaking on them in public but what would you do if you found the truth? Hide it? Or yell from the rooftops that we’re in a simulation that pimps our ignorance from one life to the next? That also explains, real well, how its shiny white teeth are dripping, blood red, as its a fractal of consciousness and thus the same Pattern of influence reflects in the resonance each level doth bring. None of it exists without you, my friend.
Once you become aware of this in the depths of your awareness you can start to feelsee how it reflects in the flesh in every living moment ergo you become, in effect, a past life connections detector and that is pretty cool as you can then use that resonance to surf the wave of incarnations to see what it brings. That may seem like a stretch but its only because your flesh is so tense, my friend. Nearly every parent in this realm can attest when their kid, freshly developing, looked up from scribbling and said:
“You know, in my other life with my other parents…” then proceeded to outline a sketch that left the rest perplexed. If not its exceedingly common in the realms of mental health where its one of the worst kept secrets in the sense that it will never, ever be mentioned on any official statement but everyone in the Game knows it well as the so called lunatic plucks out details and information to which they could not otherwise have accessed. In many respects Hollywood is built on this whole thing but, like Avatar attests, it intends to defuse your illumination instead of having you airbending…
Past life connections are like woven gossamer threads that link Souls in one life then the next as an intricate system of debts and credits to manifest to keep man stuck to the wheel. They are, it seems, entirely optional and part of a huge trick within a deception or maybe there is a grander lesson I’m not fully comprehending as I truly cannot tell if the intent at the realm is a wicked as it gets or shoots straight, dead aim, right on target. The reason I said this is because once you truly up your res it becomes Self evident the fix is in. To talk about this at depth would be akin to the attempt of describing a dream to someone else. It lacks the emotional content which gives heft as the symbols themselves simply ref states within but even this concept is extremely puzzling as nature is the most generous miser you can imagine so why waste so much energetics on private flicks in your head as you rest in bed? I know science has its explanations but the refs and links from myth really speak my language as they say the reason we, modern humans, only use ten percent of our heads is because the other ninety dwells beneath the neck. Science agrees but, once again, doesn’t draw the links as the lower Kingdoms process billions of bits per second, preverbal, and from this doth the head stitch together a narrative based not on what it but what is expected. I mean, have you ever considered how there has never been a man or woman that was universally attractive? Better yet, if you ponder you own arousal template and trace back its links to its first impressions you may find something quite interesting. I shall have to write about the pain of affection, unrequited, and what it truly means in the grand scheme.
Past life connections, in case you hadn’t guessed, but, for now, I’ll sprinkle the seeds instead which you can choose to water and nourish or reject as some BS which, once again, causes the roses of higher consciousness to spring. See what I mean about how life is secretly conspiring to make you win? If a coal was born into a mine with the rest and from the moment it stepped in it felt an immense pressure that wouldn’t relent how could it explain to the plebs what kicked as its so far from their paradigm that he may as well be an alien that may be in but certainly isn’t of their realm. Lets pretend those around are actually sending concentrated waves of intent at it, hence the pressure that won’t relent, as they are aware of what he’s capable and want to see if he’ll crack under pressure or handle it like an alchemist. If he wins then he shines and the prize is even greater disconnection from the rest who see something full of illumination that they cannot comprehend but at least the stage is set inside their consciousness so when another says “Why does it hurt so much to be a carbon based lifeform?” they can direct him toward the sketch and each gen improves on what was left. Soon they will be born diamonds and the state of the coal will be a vestigial memory as they will have refined their faults and ignorance. That, my friend, is what I suspect the true meaning of past life connections is so karma may not be a con but I still can get over how they trick you back into the flesh at death which, once again, makes me suspicious of the whole process.
Someone once called my thoughts blasphemous so I challenged him:
“If I am, as you say, made in his image and that intellect, so immense, is perfect, then who are you to judge what escapes from my lips by way of my chest and the power of Inner Sense?”.
He still didn’t get it and his Reverend said I was a bad influence. Probably cos I called him a pimp with a collection plate. But thats another tale. The stories, back East, are filled to the gills with tales of reincarnation. There is one particularly interesting tradition in which, just before death, they place a mark upon the flesh of the soon to be departed then they check babies born with such things as testament to the link. You may scoff at this but, in the West, there has been some study in this with birthmarks and previous spins as they often met a painful end so does that mean the Soul never forgets or was the mindwipe, for them, simply partial? Like, if you have a book to take notes and press, ferociously, the ink may not seep but the impression is felt, certainly. See, I ponder these things, more than a little bit. A girl once said that I was thinking about life more than actually living it. “Why do you always keep everyone at such a distance and yet are Soul probingly intimate as well? Its as addictive as it is irritating as there is no common ground for relating”. I told her about the coals and diamonds in the mine which made her smile then she said. “No wonder you’re a girls best friend! Perfect for affairs, impossible for a marriage. I mean, who wants the hassle of a constant mind trip when, now and then, I just want to veg in front of the TV set, bish and moan about my friends without changing a thing and not really caring if we are or are not inside a simulation that uses our Souls as credits? Don’t you have an off switch? No offense but it can get intense“.
I wondered, privately, who she was to me previously as I truly believe we never meet strangers in this realm and this, again, makes me ponder as I’ve over half a million conversations in the flesh with a grand variety of people who, often, before we met, never considered such things. Some never did again. Others lives were totally flipped and a couple ended up in the loony bin from which I then had to extricate them and figure out how to recode their OS. The question is, would the reaction have been that intense if they were not already equipped to decode the wavelength? Its like having a field with two rows of crop. One is weak and wilting, the other is a tower of strength. When the pests land they will first dive in to the ones signaling a lack of coherence which is something I always found fascinating hence why one should stay away from low vibration peeps as they’ll bring you down to their level of mediocrity. In that sense its akin to them leveling up to a resonance and then going hell for leather to prevent you transcending as they really enjoy your company and thus wish to keep you on the team for the next spin when your eyes shine like diamonds and can’t comprehend why they wish to sit in such darkness.
But then, its friction that polishes the stone and many fools cling to that type of gold as they haven’t upped their res to comprehend the difference so the Warrior doth possess no enemies in this realm. Only teachers instead. This is, in effect, the most interesting thing about said links as each spin is, in effect, a continuance in which one is leveling up ergo the clean white, mentioned, may be choosing a higher resonance in this spin compared to the red in tooth and claw who couldn’t get enough of him in a previous incarnation and the reject spurs her to introspect which then allows her to shed the flecks she’d gained as clear gnosis peeks in and says:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend”.
And thus begins her quest to delink which, in turn, signals a klaxon to old flames in new skin but the wildest thing is when you click you’re the only Soul in the realm and thus can deal with the subtle energertics within that are responsible for the physical manifestation. This is an immense topic but easily reality tested for anyone who picked up sticks and moved often attests they made a new best friend that was quite similar in taste and flex as well as other curios which, on the whole, they do not consider one bit. Well, now you’ve upped your res, you will!
Till we meet again
