REINCARNATION – Fact or Fiction? 3

REINCARNATION – Fact or Fiction? 1 & REINCARNATION – Fact or Fiction? 2 offer the ground work to enjoy visiting past lives yourself if you choose to do so.

I’d always had inexplicable feelings with true friends. Feelings that made little sense according to whatever we’d consciously shared. Often, I tried to settle down too, yet something kept egging me on to keep traveling. Everywhere I traveled, I’d meet people with whom there was an instant connection.

Sure, as a teenager maybe everyone wants to visit Europe. For me it was more of a “calling” – something that would keep me from feeling complete if I didn’t do it. When I went, there were people I knew everywhere! Was the world that small? Having coffee in a little place I’d never been on the Boulevard de la Croisette in Cannes was like old home week. Almost eerie…

There were desires that became goals of tantamount importance – just knew I had to go there too. It was as though this huge unavoidable magnetic force was guiding me, or making me stay put. When in Hawaii, the force of that magnet kept me there for a 7 year “life cycle”. Every time I flew home for visits with my family in Canada, it felt as though my soul was being ripped from its housing – this body, my “temple” here on earth. I HAD TO return!

In my attempt to assign a rational explanation for the magnet, I surmised that it was where I was meant to build the healing sanctuary – an ever prevalent dream so strong; its force equaled the magnet. Everywhere I went, my creativity worked overtime. Drawing out structures, planning seminars… I knew though, that this wasn’t meant to be “mine”. It was supposed to be a co-operative effort. Healers and seekers alike flocked to me like moths to a flame, my enthusiasm grew – creativity expanded… Yet each connection felt more like a tying up of loose ends rather than a beginning.

I even got married and the instant we tried to culminate the marriage, we both knew this had nothing to do with our preconceived notions of husband and wife. Three weeks after we got married, we moved to a different island – where his girlfriend lived. The magnet’s force had weakened. I knew I was meant to overcome the complete depth of that humiliation.

 

I volunteered for seminars called “People Synergistically Involved” – my life changed dramatically! The layers of illusions were peeled away, one by one. The core was reached, the miraculous reality and power of connected energy unfolded, manifesting any thought became instantaneous. After a year of that, I no longer needed to live in a situation of humility and moved back to Kauai. My husband and I had moved the mountains blocking our continued spiritual paths…

The first day back on Kauai, I went to the beach to contemplate and reflect. Finding logical words for what happened there seems inconceivable. It was as though God’s hands were gently pushing me into the ocean – a force futile to resist. After about 19’, that same force pushed me under, submerging me completely. When I resurfaced, I was cleansed – inside and out – then and for eternity was the feeling…

When I first met my ‘husband to be’, he claimed to be an Atheist. I simply didn’t understand that because I could feel the depth and sincerity of his spiritual connectedness. I used to joke that he felt like my preacher from a past life.

I had declared myself Baha’i 12 years earlier. As such a young Baha’i, my fellow Baha’is strenuously urged me to share the glory of my discovery but I staunchly refused to do any missionary work! I wouldn’t even tell anyone about it – just quietly read, learned, and loved. Until I met my husband.

He asked, we shared, we prayed and it felt as though we were discovering the entire universe together. We got involved with other Baha’is and helped draft the Universal Peace Letter to be presented by the two seats the Baha’is occupy in the U.N. – it was wonderful! He realized his issue was not with God and declared himself Baha’i too.

Years later, he said he wouldn’t have even been open to any religious or spiritual admission if our connection had not been as deep as marriage. I knew I too would have remained as secretive about what I learned as a hermit or monk – sharing no light with anyone as if ungrateful for even having been guided to find out about it.

Neither of us have any urge to try to ram our spiritual awakenings down anyone’s throat.

Nor try to convert them as if they need to believe the same as we do.

Our spirituality is now pure and loving. Acceptance of all is the dove (Struggles to Peace)

If you ask, I am here for you

- as merely a channel through which the words can flow…

Some say my “marriage was a failure”. We knew better. It was definitely meant to be and when it was over, it was meant to be over. We had accomplished the purpose of our unity – we had been blessed.

Many years later, I relived, saw, felt, and knew the previous life I had lived on that island and everyone who was there with me. I had been a Christian Missionary, my husband a Kahuna for the Hawaiians (although just when the Hawaiians decided to name or need a Kahuna, 1885-7).

We knew we felt the same in that life. Our purpose was the same too. We were to help other souls re-connect – show them the light if you will.

He saw the wisdom and results of my Christian beliefs and ministry, and it made him doubt his. I saw the deeper spirituality he shared – insisting his people accept responsibility for their own enlightenment, and it revealed the hypocrisies inherent in Christianity.

The doubt built mountains too high to traverse for either of us to continue fulfilling our purpose.

The incredible force that submerged and cleansed me on the beach that day, felt like a baptism of the Holy Spirit.

Confusion washed away,

the mountains of doubt blown down as if light as a feather,

karma balanced out,

and we were free of our own misinterpretations that tainted the light we were to share with others

to help them find their way - - - if guided to ask...

A worried bead of water

- catches the light upon your brow.

Fearing that this might not last,

I pass on what is now.

Deep into the eyes of soul,

I looked but still asked how

How do you, how do you,

How do you find God?

Searching only for the higher ground

I missed the ferns and the wild hollyhock

6,000 miles of mountain

- I hurried to the very top

I cried out to the valley below

But I only hear my echo - asking

How do you, how do you,

How do you find God?

Thinking that it must be wherever I'm not,

I left my home to find it somewhere.

I searched the pyramid's of Egypt

Only the memory was there.

From the Oracle to the peaks of Tibet

Seemed the more I pursued, the further I'd get

Where do you, where do you,

Where do you find God?

I've always felt you near

- just out of reach haunting my dreams.

Why don't you speak so I can hear

Are you near?

One day while dreaming by my window,

A white feather chanced to pass.

Caught in the beauty of it's motion

I slipped between the crack.

Now I am that feather, light as air,

And God is EVERYWHERE

From the bird in the tree

And the air I breath

The weave of the tapestry...

Were you so close I could not see?

Now I see...

How do you, how do you,

How do you find God?

- Becky Williams "Blessings of Love"