Reincarnation

This is from the question and answer website Quora, the response is by author, Tom T. Moore to the question: If you believe in reincarnation, what would you come back as? Moore’s answer is very detailed and specific and follows what beliefs I had determined on my own. I found it very interesting, enjoy.

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So if you believe in reincarnation, what would you like to come back as? Would you be the same gender as you are now?

People misunderstand reincarnation. Our souls volunteered for the “Earth Experiment,” and in order to be even considered, our souls had to reached a certain vibrational level. They agreed to be veiled from knowing their true identities. This was done, so that the souls would learn how to make billions of decisions. Why? because our souls were promised that one day in the future, our souls would meld together to form a creator (something that has NEVER been done in any of the other billions of universes), and we would take over running this universe, allowing Creator to move to a higher level. Our souls need to know how to make decisions, without relying on memories of how we handled a certain problem in thousands of other lives.

Our souls split off fragments of themselves for these Earth lives. There are typically six to twelve fragments of a soul (all with different soul interests) in what are called “soul clusters,” which work life after life with other soul clusters. Each soul fragment has on average, six hundred to eight hundred lives. Why the big difference? I was told it is up to each soul. Some like to experience everything the Earth has to offer as fast as possible—what I call the “drama queens.” Others choose to take it slower.

Our souls are not sitting around. While these lives are going on, they are having 500,000 to one million lives perhaps going on all across the universe for their learning, in preparation for their future duties as a creator.

Also, there are 12 parallel lives for each of these Earth lives all going on at the same time, on different frequencies, so that the souls get the biggest “bang for the buck” to compare how we react to lives on different frequencies. We are on Time Line 6, the middle frequency.

Our lives can be anywhere over thousands of years, depending upon what we need to learn, and our associations with the other soul clusters. My next Earth life will be as a female space pilot on one of 17 Earth star ships in the 3400 era, then back to the 2600 era to help “prepare” people for star travel, then back to the 3400 era again. Although I’m a very old soul sitting at 1,005 lives, as I keep coming back to push people along, I was told I still have 300 lives to go, some all the way back to the 1800s. So not only can we have lives forwards and backwards, but some of our lives can even overlap. I’m told that approximately half of my remaining lives will be as a female.

Hope that helps explain things a little better. I do have a free, weekly newsletter where people from all over the world send me questions to ask in a meditative state. You can check it out and subscribe if you wish at Yellowstone & Quakes, Immigrants, Homeless, ET’s, Cosby, Hinduism, Gary Sinise. I do not harvest email addresses.

Tom T. Moore

Author The Gentle Way Books, Atlantis & Lemuria: The Lost Continents Revealed!

 

Painting   (He looks like male figure skater, Johnny Weir)

Victor Nizovtsev

Boxes

Little Boxes

The correlation with the title and the image is obscure, so I will explain. I recalled a Katherine Ace painting with boxes, so I went to look at her art. Just yesterday I had gotten hot and threw my hair up, my student laughed and said I looked like a character from Whoville. Basically I had Whoville hair. I laughed too, of course I redid my knot. So I saw this painting and  love it, Girl with No Hands, by Katherine Ace.

But now to boxes. I have this “thing” for boxes. I love them. I am all like “Wow this is a great box, I’m going to keep it”. Big boxes, small boxes, brown, white, or decorative boxes, any box that is a good box. It is strange. I often ponder which lifetime I created this love of boxes? It works out well when friends are moving, and I always have a box when I need one.

Berry Blue & Bunnies Too

Frankurt Radio Symphony

Happy Fertility Ritual, or Happy Ishtar to you. Spring is thriving in the magical garden, fairies abound. The energy and weather was great today, I for one really enjoyed the day.

Without an in-depth comparison between more Pagan celebrations and that of Christians, and Jews, let me say, I love you all, no matter which Spring holiday you are celebrating.

Rebirth and the renewal of life . . . oh glorious Spring.

Atlantis is rising and we are the age of Aquarius~

For your perusal~

Horus

Hidden Origins

The Nature of Reality

Gerald Clark & Rex Bear

Casey Playlist

Did you know that you can dye eggs with blueberries?

 

Golden Key & Me

Recently I recalled a dream. I was well rested, otherwise my dream recall has not been great the last 5 or 6 years. I fell asleep listening to talks about Edgar Casey and the Akashic Records, which is I believe where the dream sprang from, obviously. In the dream I was in a modern building and someone was giving me this large, heavy, and ornate gold key. I mean the key was six inches long and about 3/4 inch thick. However, it had a couple small embedded lights in the top part. They then took me to a building across the street, entering it was empty in the foyer and the guy took the key an opened the door, but I did not see how he did it. When we entered it was a golden vault, all you could see were walls in an octagonal shape with locked boxes (like at a post office) but golden. I felt like each wall was a front and would open to another place. Anyways we glanced around the room, the person was like “Well here it is and here is the key” I am not sure if that is what they said, but we then left and he gave me the key. In the dream I thought, I do not know how to use the key? What is that place? Why did they give me this key? lol Interesting dream but understandable considering what I was feeding my unconscious mind.

 

Peace & Love

Twas the Night Before Yuletide

Happy Holidays friends: Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and New Years. I taught my students about Yule and we learned all about Krampus, (I had no idea) the demon who takes naughty children to the underworld. My dear friend, and amazing photographer, Dagmar shared the Yule poem below. I had never heard this, I only know the American one. This is so much better. Peace & Love to you all.

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen

Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.

A mantle of snow shone brightly that night

As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,

Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.

The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,

Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,

Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.

The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet

Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,

As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.

“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”

They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear

But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.

It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,

Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,

There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,

A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,

Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,

Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,

Made each of the fey folk think of the spring

When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed

in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,

“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,

that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”

“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,

The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells

Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,

Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,

Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.

Have you forgotten, my children, the fun

Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,

As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.

Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,

“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,

Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.

They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.

They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,

In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.

They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,

Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,

Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,

The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree

And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.

They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,

The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.

It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar

The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,

“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

 

Poem author C.C. Williford

Art

Clare Bertram

Cha Cha Changes?

The full moon in Aries has been brutal but beneficial. My life appears to be on track but boy has it been difficult, for like five months now. Is it ever going to let up in intensity? Lol. One thing I have learned about myself through all of this is that I am stronger and more resilient than I believed I was.

So at school today my framed diploma that is (not yet hung), fell over and broke my green, good luck, Chinese cat statue. Seriously! One of my favorite, adorable, students shouts “Karma” from across the room, which clearly it is. It is as symbolically interesting as the time I saw my first scorpion and killed it with the heavy volume of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Except, this time does not really feel like a positive. I went to what I considered the best source to help me explain this symbolic occurrence, the iChing. The readings are usually spot on, cutting to the core of the matter, this readying is no exception. I digress below is the reading, It was very deep and a bit intimidating.

 

Beneath the Sea

That public library is constantly feeding my book addiction. How can I pass up great hardcover books for 50 cents? I picked up a book from 2002 by Graham Hancock, Underworld: The Mysterious Origins of Civilization. I was reading the Greek Myths again from another source. I will get back to those soon as there are shorter stopping points. This Hancock book, although not really an easy read, has sucked me in. One thing I learned that I did not know was that archeologist, linguist, historians, and all academic scholars had ascribed the Rig Veda and Sanskrit to some “supposed” Aryan Indo-European invaders. That is just so typical of the Old Dead White Man club. It was finally refuted and accepted as not the case by scholars by the year 2000. But really?

The Hancock book is about antediluvian cities holding humanities lost history. It is also very informative on understanding the history of the sacred Hindu text. The mythical city of Dwarka is supposedly under the sea now due to the big deluge. The city was founded by Krishna to protect his people from constant war. It could only be reached by sea, however it is said that it was attacked by vimana. There are a few links below on Dwarka Lord Krishna’s Golden City.

 

So it is very amusing when I read my daily horoscope this morning and read this.

A visit to the dark realms of the Underworld doesn’t frighten you as much as it does others because you always have alchemical Pluto working in your corner. One of your attractions to emotional intensity is the fact that it draws you into the hidden mysteries and away from the obvious. However, your current quest could bring a surprise that throws you off track and into a discouraging place. Nevertheless, your regenerative powers are strong and there’s little to fear now.

Reading about the Yugas, which is something that had just slipped my consciousness for some time now, I decided to check when we would reach the end of the Kali Yuga. The Kali Yuga which is sort of nasty and tumultuous. Hancock’s website said 2025, I like that yet another said 2082, I think I will be gone by then.

The history and richness of our past intrigues me and lures me in. I have not had dream recall in a long while, but the first night after reading I dreamed I was excavating at a pyramid. I could feel the sand and heat. I have been swept so far into the past and now I must come back. there are things to do and people to see. Reading this book has triggered in me memories of other places and times, and I believe that this is so in the collective, or genetic memory of all humanity.

I have a really big week ahead of me, so I am going to have to put down the very thick Hancock book, which is already 16 years old by now anyways.  It is fascinating and educational, I recommend it, if you have time. Wish me luck big interview early Monday morning, and subsequent ASU STEM camp this week.

Related links:

Kali Yuga

Dwarka: The Golden Children

Graham Hancock

Underworld

The Mysterious Origins of Civilization

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Edited to add: I go from posting this to finish watching a video of Meru Matu and at 26:30 as soon as I started watching, she says vimana.

Timeline Jumping