When I was Cleopatra . . .

4/27/97 9:28 PM  One of the very common skeptical responses to the notion of previous lives goes something like this "Why is it so many people remember being big shots in previous lives? Why is it no one remembers being common folk?" My recent studies reveal a potential answer to these questions:

Our souls are programmed with lessons that are necessary to learn in order to advance to the next level of evolution. The idea is sort of like a Rube Goldberg contraption. A series of pegs need to be fit into the various holes that represent the lessons we need to learn in order to advance. When all the imprints of the lessons have been filled in with the pegs earned from learning them, a mechanism is triggered that catapults us up to the next level of evolution and a new cycle of learning begins. This time around there is a much better view of what there is to work with.

Most of us share the very broad categories of the lessons, but the way these lessons are presented are totally individualized. The soul is made up of magnetic material, therefore it has the power to draw to it the things that will fulfill its imprint with the necessary learning. When we totally let go we access that power and interactions and events unfold that help us learn the required lessons. But, what our soul needs to learn in order to advance has gotten out of sync with what our minds think we want. That is why surrender is necessary to allow true desires to emerge.

Most of us on Earth at this time have been here long enough to experience many forms and stations of lives, many times over. But lifetimes that help us complete lessons create more of an imprint and are more memorable. One of the broad categories most of us share is learning how to accept the responsibility of authority without ego interference. For some, mastering this has taken many times around. It makes sense to me that this is why so many people remember being important people.
 
 

Written 28 April 1997. Copyright (c) 1997, 1998, 1999 by the Order of Pink Roses.

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