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Jill Kamp
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I remember several past lives, and I have recognized several people from this life in them. For example:
My father (who in this life absolutely loves Pacific Northwest Indian art and culture but despises the way many Indians today choose to live their lives) was also my father in the life I remember as an Indian boy. I saw him very clearly in that life, but he looked absolutely nothing like he appears today. What with his prejudices against Indians, it makes perfect sense to me he would be there, back in the days before fur traders contaminated the old ways with white culture...but my father hates the very idea that he might have been an Indian (even though he now makes Indian art). He doesn't believe in reincarnation even though his greatest love is history. Anyway, no matter how many times I tell him what I saw, he won't buy it. It's very frustrating.
I've also recognized my brother in this life from a past life, and although he believes in it, he insists I have the wrong dates. From what I've seen, we were on a ship off the Central American coast in the 1530s and he was the ship's bosun; I was a pee-on sailor. When I tell him this, he insists he was a pirate in a later era, and that I've got the ship, location and his shipboard title wrong--he was the captain. I try to explain to him that possibly he was these things, but in a later life, another existence at sea on yet another ship. He doesn't agree.
I've also recognized my best friend in a past life. In the 1790s, she lived in a small cottage on the grounds of a large estate, and she was middle class, certainly not as well-off as I was in that lifetime. I lived in the big country house, and while it didn't belong to me, my husband in that life and I were using it during the winter months while the owner was in London. We used only the top bedroom, the rest of the house being closed off and unused (probably for warmth reasons). Now in this life, I am still better off in many ways than my friend, and while her fondest wish is to own a house, have a white picket fence, etc., I have never cared much about these things. I guess I still take my house for granted! Thus it makes perfect sense we were in that particular situation in that life, and that she would still hold it against me that I "live in the big house." But to get to the point, when I told her about what I saw, not only did she not believe it, she was offended. When I tried to tell her that, whether for her or for me, there was obviously a lesson to be learned somewhere in our repeating situation, she dismissed the whole thing out of hand.
My father (who in this life absolutely loves Pacific Northwest Indian art and culture but despises the way many Indians today choose to live their lives) was also my father in the life I remember as an Indian boy. I saw him very clearly in that life, but he looked absolutely nothing like he appears today. What with his prejudices against Indians, it makes perfect sense to me he would be there, back in the days before fur traders contaminated the old ways with white culture...but my father hates the very idea that he might have been an Indian (even though he now makes Indian art). He doesn't believe in reincarnation even though his greatest love is history. Anyway, no matter how many times I tell him what I saw, he won't buy it. It's very frustrating.
I've also recognized my brother in this life from a past life, and although he believes in it, he insists I have the wrong dates. From what I've seen, we were on a ship off the Central American coast in the 1530s and he was the ship's bosun; I was a pee-on sailor. When I tell him this, he insists he was a pirate in a later era, and that I've got the ship, location and his shipboard title wrong--he was the captain. I try to explain to him that possibly he was these things, but in a later life, another existence at sea on yet another ship. He doesn't agree.
I've also recognized my best friend in a past life. In the 1790s, she lived in a small cottage on the grounds of a large estate, and she was middle class, certainly not as well-off as I was in that lifetime. I lived in the big country house, and while it didn't belong to me, my husband in that life and I were using it during the winter months while the owner was in London. We used only the top bedroom, the rest of the house being closed off and unused (probably for warmth reasons). Now in this life, I am still better off in many ways than my friend, and while her fondest wish is to own a house, have a white picket fence, etc., I have never cared much about these things. I guess I still take my house for granted! Thus it makes perfect sense we were in that particular situation in that life, and that she would still hold it against me that I "live in the big house." But to get to the point, when I told her about what I saw, not only did she not believe it, she was offended. When I tried to tell her that, whether for her or for me, there was obviously a lesson to be learned somewhere in our repeating situation, she dismissed the whole thing out of hand.