I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Borneo around the year 1175. Your profession was that of a handicraftsman or mechanic.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Seeker of truth and wisdom. You could have seen your future lives. Others perceived you as an idealist illuminating path to future.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
Your lesson is to develop a kind attitude towards people, and to acquire the gift of understanding and compassion.
do you believe in reincarnation?
though the belief in such concept takes root from other religion and occupies no space in the faith that i practice, the idea fascinates me nonetheless.
dug up on this one a few minutes ago. and then it made me smile.
just like what happened yesterday when i had an angel reading...and then met up with a good friend i haven't really seen for almost four years. it was wonderful.
i remembered how he read to me some of the lives i have lived.
that in one of my past lives, i was travelling with a group of gypsies.
in another one, i have led a life parallel to that of Joan of Arc.
and then i forgot the other lives i have led.
interesting. very interesting.
past lives. karma. angels. reading.
how much of this can a person take in a day?
depends i guess. on how one's faith is capable of supporting her. and i'm not even talking about the principles, dogmas and theologies read, studied, discussed, digested within the four walls of my dear alma mater.
no. faith, for me spans beyond that. i'm talking about one's belief put into action.
that amorphous blanket of abstraction that we either allow/disallow to guide us - our actions, our thoughts. our belief, our morals.
faith has held me together, just when i thought my spirit's beyond tattered. it has kept me afloat, when i felt i have swaum towards that dreaded deep-end of the pool..minus the floaters, the gutters. just me, keeping the faith that i'd be swimming past those fears. faith fed me with enough comfort to know that at those times when i'm left all by my lonesome, i'm not really alone..that an angel remains by my side, rocking me to sleep and cradling all my tears. somehow relieving me of the pain that life has refused to deny me off.
faith constantly reminds me to believe in myself. hold my ground.
to remain steadfast to principles that fleeting impressions at times are capable of blotting off.
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