Reincarnation: End of a Childhood Drama

Meeting a Soul from a Past Life

A part of my medical condition in the aftermath of my car accident and amnesia was massive migraine headaches.  The Doctors didn't want to prescribe narcotics to combat the severe migraines so they suggested I move to a new city where everyone were 'real strangers' to me.  The problem of the migraines only occurred when I was approached by people how had any sort of history or association with me in the past.  It turned out that I had been a popular person and everyone in my school knew of me or had some sort of story of association.  

The migraines would only occur if people tried to probe or force memories upon me from the past.   The 'inner unconscious' mind had a block established and my conscious mind was not allowed to look past for any reason other than reasons established within an invisible and hidden perimeter.   When my former classmates approached me, I was bracing myself for the worst.   I was lucky in the fact that only one person approached me and I was able to spell out the condition and asked him to pass the world and have them respect the condition I walked with and not step over the line.   If I told them I couldn't recall an incident from Junior High or High School - they could tell me their side of the story but they couldn't probe me to try and remember it as they did.  

I didn't mind listening to and hearing stories other people told and a part of the process helped me but if they stepped over the line it would led to a massive migraine.   I recall telling the classmate that my childhood was like a 'past life' and for what ever reason, the soul of me was in charge of that past life and the memories associated with it.  As far as my mind was concerned I had died in a car accident and a part of me came back into the same body, but for what ever reason, my life prior to that car accident was mixed up with a 'past life' association.  

My classmates were polite and very curious.   They had all heard the rumors and were respectful and mindful of my medical condition.   We all had a good time talking and I found the whole thing benificial with my condition.   The larger group had moved on and I was talking to one student who felt he had the most history with me in Junior High.  While we were talking, another stranger approached me and there was a looking of shock on his face similar to the group I had just encountered.  I looked to my classmate and asked,

"Who is he?  He has that look you guys did. Like he knows me from some where."   

My classmate said,

"He is not with us.  Must be from another school you attended in your past." 

We were all the same age at the part.  18 and 19 year olds that had just graduated from High School.  The strangers approached me and my classmate.   The first words out his mouth startled and stunned my classmate. 

"It is you.  I was led to believe it was a dream.  It was you.  You have haunted me my entire life with memories of the past.  You killed me - didn't you.  It was you.  I see you hidden away inside your eyes."

My classmate started backing away and said he would leave us to ourselves to sort it out."

It was spontaneous and instant.  As soon as he said that - a pocket of hidden memories from my childhood opened up and revealed itself to me. It was like a thundercloud had clapped and burst with the 'hidden mist' falling on my conscious mind in a downpour of information, knowledge and understanding.  I couldn't recall my former classmates from Junior High and High School in this life - but I was standing there with full access to a war zone in a past life were a long hard fought battle had been fought and yes - the spirit and soul of the young man standing before me had lost his life in that battle due to a blade used against him.   A blade which my soul (in a different body) had it's hand on.

My classmates had been remarking on my 'battles' with bullies on the playground.  I had left them in awe and wonder.  My nickname had been Grasshopper and everyone was wanting to know what school martial arts I had followed.  I never threw a punch.  My battles had been fought with 'wise words' and 'ploys' that would drag out the inner and hidden fears of my schoolyard opponents and exposed them to their own inner demons.   They would be running the schoolyard with 'invisible phantoms' hot on their trails.  The entire school had witnessed it with their own eyes and couldn't believe their eyes.  I never used violence against anyone.   Just words and ploy's.    I was amused their testimony of it but had no memory of my childhood battles and the bullies I had conquered.  Then a young man my age approached me and I had memories flooding my mind where violence had been the rule of the game in a past life.  

We both could have written a book in the knowledge that come to us in the silence of the moment that passed between us.  I saw in his eye all the history associated with is own young life as well as the memory of past life associated with his inner.  I was doing the same thing.   There was the good and the bad of it coming to us both.   We had both been haunted by this 'battle' during our childhood.  I had tried to speak about the 'memories of the soul' to my family and friends for years.  There was a 'string of consciousness' that overlapped and entwined back to my the days of diapers.  That is how long my childhood mind had been haunted by the memories of that battle from a previous life.  He conveyed to me that he too had been thinking of me since his own diaper days.  He said,

"Everyone tried to led me to believe that was all a part of my over active imagination."  

I understood exactly what he meant.  It was as if old feeling of hostility was being stirred within us.  It was like coming face to face with a sworn enemy and adversary whose main objective was to beat you to the draw of the sword.  I found myself battling for and instinct to reach for my side and draw arms for another battle - and yet - trying to put it all in perspective.   We both took a deep breath and he extended his hand. 

"That was then. This now.  No hard feelings." 

Both of us had tears in our eyes.   Tears we both felt we had earned and were proud to shed them.  We had walked many a mile to find the moment we were both standing in.   After we shook hands - we both (by instinct) saluted one another with tears in our eyes.   He then said something about 'for all those who fall in sacrifice and service to their country, family and clan.   I said stated an expressed wish that all old enemies to on another found the peace we had been led to with one another.   We felt we finally buried a hatchet.  Both of our young minds were reeling with the deep and mystical undertow.  Afterwards, we tried to speak to one another and both of us agreed it was beyond words.  He said something about - if we tried to talk to other people and tell them what we had been through - they would find it hard to believe.   He said that if it hadn't of happened to him, he wouldn't have believed in a thousand years.  He paid me a compliment and said,

"IF we ever get called up in service again - I want YOU fighting on my side this time.  One thing I can do is rest easy know that we are on the same team this time being from the same country.   If we do get called up for active duty - I hope we find one another again like we found each other tonight." 

I told him I would keep it in mind one way or another and take it as a solemn pledge and personal promise to his heart from mine - that if we did called up - I would be proud to fight by his side this time around. 

We parted company and my mind was whirling with the 'unconscious' and 'conscious' merging onto a crystal clear moment.   I knew in that moment that reincarnation was absolute and true for me.   I called my Grandfather because I felt he was owed the story of my meeting.  I had spent many moments in my childhood talking my Grandpa about it and he had given me his support during rough times and skeptical opinions expressed by other family members.  He was glad that I had memories coming back.  I told him I had sight of it then and there but felt it was going to evaporate like the others and disappear. I told my Grandpa,

"I don't think this moment was meant for me or for him as much as it was meant for the souls within us. I felt troubled by it as a child but now my troubles have been turned inside out and I feel honored by it.  I feel I was just a witnessed called into to witness something.  That wasn't my fight in a past life anymore than it was that 'young man's' fight.  I feel if them two had their way with it - those two would have been fighting again.   Me and him was called upon to do the rational and logical thing which was to forgive and forget.  I think that is what I am probably going to do in the near future.  I am going to forget all about. My soul finding it's peace with it -  is finally going to give me my own peace." 

I had dealt with psychologist and their theories about the conscious mind. How it was like an onion that was constantly growing new layers.   How memories would get shoved aside to make room for new growth.  I felt his was a good memory I wanted to shove aside due to its 'sacred nature.'   I didn't know how to give it the respect and dignity I felt it deserved.  It was as my old adversary and new comrade had stated.  I would never be able to share the depth of it with another person.  It was something you had to live through as he and I had.  

Within a short time span - I forgot the incident and buried it beneath the surface of my conscious mind for the sacred nature I felt it held within my own heart and soul.