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Karma.. is karma...
Oct. 15th, 2001 09:25 amI remember watching the Shogun mini-series years ago and hearing Mariko say, "Karma is karma." I got to thinking about that.
Some religions teach there is an afterlife, some teach there is reincarnation and some teach that we keep coming back until we get it right. I have spoken to a few people about that and one of the things that, for lack of better term, haunts me is... if the only way to get to heaven is to keep being reincarnated until you get it right then doesn't that condemn whoever you must make your peace with to return even if they lead a nearly perfect life?
A few of the people I have grown closest to often seem to truly know what I'm feeling. My friend, Becky, who lives across town, and I have been able to do that since day one. There's something both strangely comforting and eerie about that. Knowing someone that well that you finish their sentences or that you just know what they mean. We decided that somewhere in the web of time, we must connected by some bond. It is like... what I don't know how to do she does, and vice versa. We often joke about being the other half of each other's brain. I wish I knew where along that web of time we began, but wherever it was, it was good.
Some people may scoff at the idea of having lived before and others may simply give the idea lip service to appease someone else. Doors in our minds sometimes close for reasons we do not understand, perhaps to protect us temporarily from things we should not know.
When I visited England in 1985 for the first time that I knew of, there were different points in London where I got chills, a sensation of deja vu. Without knowing much of its history beforehand, we toured the Tower of London. I was walking, looking at something, and suddenly stopped. I had this odd feeling, and when I turned I found myself standing near Traitor's Gate. That left me wondering as well as my reaction to what I later learned was the nearly hidden Lion's Tower ( I learned it dates from around the reign of Edward I) and portions of the Roman wall. The last falling into place with the post card Jean had sent me from England. Coincidences, possibly... I've had other experiences like that, in 1999, while visiting Charleston, S. C. and touring in the older parts of town and while approaching Fort Sumter by boat. If anyone wants to hear those stories, I'll be glad to tell them.
So... the question for today... Do you believe you have ever lived before or have you experienced the sensation of deja vu?
Some religions teach there is an afterlife, some teach there is reincarnation and some teach that we keep coming back until we get it right. I have spoken to a few people about that and one of the things that, for lack of better term, haunts me is... if the only way to get to heaven is to keep being reincarnated until you get it right then doesn't that condemn whoever you must make your peace with to return even if they lead a nearly perfect life?
A few of the people I have grown closest to often seem to truly know what I'm feeling. My friend, Becky, who lives across town, and I have been able to do that since day one. There's something both strangely comforting and eerie about that. Knowing someone that well that you finish their sentences or that you just know what they mean. We decided that somewhere in the web of time, we must connected by some bond. It is like... what I don't know how to do she does, and vice versa. We often joke about being the other half of each other's brain. I wish I knew where along that web of time we began, but wherever it was, it was good.
Some people may scoff at the idea of having lived before and others may simply give the idea lip service to appease someone else. Doors in our minds sometimes close for reasons we do not understand, perhaps to protect us temporarily from things we should not know.
When I visited England in 1985 for the first time that I knew of, there were different points in London where I got chills, a sensation of deja vu. Without knowing much of its history beforehand, we toured the Tower of London. I was walking, looking at something, and suddenly stopped. I had this odd feeling, and when I turned I found myself standing near Traitor's Gate. That left me wondering as well as my reaction to what I later learned was the nearly hidden Lion's Tower ( I learned it dates from around the reign of Edward I) and portions of the Roman wall. The last falling into place with the post card Jean had sent me from England. Coincidences, possibly... I've had other experiences like that, in 1999, while visiting Charleston, S. C. and touring in the older parts of town and while approaching Fort Sumter by boat. If anyone wants to hear those stories, I'll be glad to tell them.
So... the question for today... Do you believe you have ever lived before or have you experienced the sensation of deja vu?
