This is the first post in a new series on reincarnation. The idea has been percolating for a good while but thinking about Easter led me to focus more on the seen and unseen, clarity and haze, the present and the parallel. I have done it all, visited channelers in a group and separately, visited psychics, and participated in group and individual past life regressions. My interest in this concept began in my teen years where I imagined a story about past loves and time travel and decided to write a paper on Hinduism for a freshman course on Religion.
I am beginning this series with India because it is perhaps the strongest connection I have to another place and time. I love the art, architecture , jewelry, fashion, spirituality, music, and cuisine. Almost everything but Bollywood and Vedic Astrology ( which surprises me). My interest or perhaps obsession is pervasive and almost lifelong. When I consider how many people I have met and spent sustained time with over the decades who are associated with India in some fashion, the number is staggering. So many people I have dated, worked for, worked with, befriended, etc. have either visited India, studied Indian spiritual practices, adored Indian food, etc. is again staggering. I was fortunate to live in a neighborhood in my twenties that was on the fringes of the Indian community. It was here where I began my love affair with Indian cuisine. It also put me in contact with Indian immigrants and stores that catered to this population. One Halloween I went to a party dressed as an East Indian woman wearing a Sari. It seemed natural and fortunately was not considered cultural appropriation at the time. How can we appropriate cultures ( for the most part) if it is likely we have lived ( and still are according to time/space theory) these cultures? But I digress and I don’t really want to, so let’s go on…
I have visited many psychics in New Hope PA in my twenties and one woman in particular had a stellar reputation. She also hailed from Brooklyn NY and spoke with a familiar accent. She gave me a reading one mentioning a few past lives. She also was the one who told me my origins are not from Earth, which freaked me out at that time. The past life spent as one of many wives in India stood out to me. There was jealousy and insecurity. I even think I know who spent that life with me, my college boyfriend who went to India to live on as ashram and study meditation with a guru. This theme of being involved with men who were with many women is one that has been quite problematic. Yet, it has not soured my affinity for this intriguing country and its customs and people. I never tire of the food and am fascinated with Hinduism, although I do not practice it.
Food is so important to me, which is why I connect to a culture through its food. As I have often said, I do not have that connection with US cuisine. While I don’t think this is my first rodeo in America, other places call me strongly. I had dreamed of visiting India for so long, but now wonder if it will come to pass. In the meantime, I soak up the flavors and vibration without boarding a plane. All the while wondering if I did spend time married to a man with multiple wives, cooking curry and being subservient.
In any case, I know in my bones that I am so much more than this body, this incarnation, this personality. We keep reliving, recycling, we claiming our power.
Happy Happy Easter!
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