tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24038486050527962312024-03-05T17:20:54.939-08:00REINCARNATIONAnkitha Varmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149262082205288898noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403848605052796231.post-15736154617970958802012-05-19T02:57:00.002-07:002012-05-19T02:57:21.184-07:00I Was Murdered Twice<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have recollections of two past lives and in each I was murdered.<br /><br />In the first I was about eighteen or twenty and had a wife and a small baby whom I would hold aloft and twirl around when I returned home. We lived in a house that was built above the ground on stilts. I was very proud of my bamboo armour and liked to test it out in friendly combat. Another practice we had was to fight with long bamboo poles and we were excellent horesmen.<br /><br />But one of the warrior codes of my strange society was that only family members could place their hand on my head to touch my hair. To do otherwise gave me the right to chop off the offender's head. I had just inherited my father's property which included tracts of land, buildings and slaves. I told the other landowners that I was against slavery and was going to free my men. However, they would still work for me because they had nowhere else to go. The older landowners objected to my new way of thinking and, in the process, I got my own head chopped off.<br /><br />I felt no pain. Then I saw a man in a white suit, much like today's fashion, standing next to me. "Come on" he said, "It's time to go. I've been sent to escort you back to that other place. You no longer belong in this world."<br /><br />"What about my wife and baby?" I replied. "Who's going to look after them? And what is that thing everyone's playing with?"<br /><br />"Your wife and baby will make their own way in the world as everyone must," he answered. "And that thing the men are kicking around is your head."<br /><br />In the second recollection of a past life, I am a Chinese middle-class gentleman practising acupuncture. I am sitting outside on some steps overlooking a stretch of water. Around me are a group of students and others of my own age. I am leaning over a man with his shirt pulled down, demonstrating a new acupuncture point that I have discovered. Suddenly I feel a terrible pain in my lower back on the left side and realize I've been stabbed by one of my companions who was jealous, perhaps, of my achievment. No man in a white suit this time. It just ends there.<br /><br />Chris Markham </div>Ankitha Varmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149262082205288898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403848605052796231.post-38737658475984709752011-11-28T09:00:00.000-08:002011-11-28T09:03:25.647-08:00My Granddaughter's Former Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyZyQHKF4mr72blrNOtr8mlAz2UiG985mNTr0aLKGgbzDvOeM_34rtkDI1YvrPf06LZDDRQt5znFT1mufJ2crld8R1de-y-OQJvUfyP_j1UgAyHmA8W7EDpcVDB-IPSpXU7BiuUv62-k/s1600/granddaughter-grandmother.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioyZyQHKF4mr72blrNOtr8mlAz2UiG985mNTr0aLKGgbzDvOeM_34rtkDI1YvrPf06LZDDRQt5znFT1mufJ2crld8R1de-y-OQJvUfyP_j1UgAyHmA8W7EDpcVDB-IPSpXU7BiuUv62-k/s400/granddaughter-grandmother.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680093365347839218" /></a><br />When my granddaughter was six she liked to tell her mother, "Mommy, you're beautiful." He would tease her father, who is several years older than her mother, and say, "Daddy, you're old!" Then he would giggle. It was at a time when she was expressing certain concepts she was growing to understand, such as age and relationships. She would say things to me like, "You're my grandmother. You're my mom's mother." For whatever reason, she felt the need to state these understandings out loud and directly to us.One day she was staying with me and she told me, "Grandma, you're old!" I agreed with her immediately, because I knew that to her I was "old" even though I was in my early fifties and quite fit. Then she paused and became very serious. In an entirely different tone and attitude she looked at me and said, "I used to be an old man. Then I was a baby, and now I'm a girl."She was thoughtful when she made that comment, serious rather than joking, as though she was remembering something right then and feeling the memory. It was stated very casually. Prior to that, she had just been poking fun at me. But when she said she had been an old woman, then a baby, and now a girl, she said it in a matter-of-fact way, like she was giving me real information, and also telling me, "I used to be like you."Then, like children will, she turned away and began to play with some toy, offering no more information about the time she was an old woman. Perhaps it was only a fleeting memory and there was no more information to be had. She forgot all about her comment, but I never have.Ankitha Varmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149262082205288898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403848605052796231.post-57830569406035007512011-11-25T07:43:00.000-08:002011-11-25T07:50:15.695-08:00I Was My Own Aunt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPUClJUJXhid1AAwck2UtHeXqqXd49ISNgSjzfbql2zYm4IhyYjL5MzoNsQi_FWEv4DDvdssTqE6GAXxaSlN0UsIj_sf92I_G0ub4FLZzxFhtEhrK7IIPq_n-I8M50n92JixneECf_dc/s1600/Aunt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPUClJUJXhid1AAwck2UtHeXqqXd49ISNgSjzfbql2zYm4IhyYjL5MzoNsQi_FWEv4DDvdssTqE6GAXxaSlN0UsIj_sf92I_G0ub4FLZzxFhtEhrK7IIPq_n-I8M50n92JixneECf_dc/s400/Aunt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678961230359442786" /></a><br /><div>My mother had two kids before I was born, one daughter and a son. For many years, she wanted one more child but the doctors told her it wouldn't be possible. She had told my dad's sister, who was living with the family, just how badly she had wanted one more child.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, my Aunt passed away in November, 1971. My mother soon got pregnant with me. I was born in March, 1973. When I was around three years old, in 1976, we took a short cut through the cemetery that was right behind our house. We were approaching my Aunt's tombstone when I suddenly blurted out, "There is where I sleep," pointing in the direction of my Aunt's grave. That totally freaked everyone out. As we approached closer, I pointed again, "There, that is where i sleep." Sure enough, I was pointing to my Aunt's grave. My mum just about fainted.</div><div><br /></div><div>She decided to test me a short time later with things around the house. For example, she used several knitted sweaters. I would point out the ones my Aunt had knitted, stating that "I" had done them. My mother tried to trick me and brought out a sweater my mother had actually knitted, asking if I had knitted this as well. I said, "NO, you did." She continued to try and trick me. I insisted that "NO, YOU knitted that one, because I remember."</div><div><br /></div><div>My mother and siblings told me of this experience. I have vague memories of being scared of the hallway, too. I would always dash past it when it was time for bed. My Aunt had passed away in that hallway, before I was born.</div>Ankitha Varmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149262082205288898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403848605052796231.post-48748436813596059542011-11-21T06:10:00.000-08:002011-11-21T06:13:26.584-08:00My Daughter- Several Times-Reincarnation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aDsDi39JrSZ1y7JIBSTEbeiWjptaCACpqGmJh3Y8ro04J9L5SF7o-JI22jYefuuJge_5XDPDzm14w-Ss8kS3eNs-jD3zOLzLKA40OgZk5_inLNq4hM7Z_7gwLitR9HYb3bkKfZro0cg/s1600/reincarnation01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aDsDi39JrSZ1y7JIBSTEbeiWjptaCACpqGmJh3Y8ro04J9L5SF7o-JI22jYefuuJge_5XDPDzm14w-Ss8kS3eNs-jD3zOLzLKA40OgZk5_inLNq4hM7Z_7gwLitR9HYb3bkKfZro0cg/s400/reincarnation01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677451940773466578" border="0" /></a><br />My Daughter- Several Times<br /> <br /><br />A year ago I visited a medium for the first time. I have always had a very close relationship with my youngest daughter. She has been like my shadow, always clinging to me and wanting to know where I am. I in turn feel very protective of her, even more so than for my other children. When I visited the psychic she immediately asked me about my daughter. This is what the psychic said: that we have had at least two previous lives in which she has been my daughter.<br /><br />During the first of those lifetimes, my current daughter was born to me but was drowned while a toddler in a river that ran through the property. My daughter is petrified of canals. I could never explain her behavior. I could not drive on a road that had a canal along side of it because she would have a panic attack.<br /><br />During my second lifetime with her, her current father was also her father. The psychic described my husband to a "T" -- his personality, jealous and controlling. She said that during a jealous argument he shot me with a pistol under my chin, and my daughter witnessed the killing. I have a birthmark under the left side of my chin. I am petrified of guns. I panic if one is pointed at a person, even if it is not loaded<br /><br />She said that since these two incidents happened to both of us during past lives, now during our third and present life time we are afraid to be separated from one another for fear of losing each other again.<br /><br />During this present life time I married the same man (her biological father) who had been my husband in the past life when he killed me. We went through a bad divorce and I worried during our divorce proceedings that he was going to kill me.<br /><br />At that time I still had not visited the psychic. When the psychic pointed out all this to me, I remembered an incident with my daughter in this lifetime. When she was four years old, I had a bad argument with her dad, and the three of us took a drive to calm me down so I could confront him. As we were driving to his business, my daughter asked, "Where are we going, Mommy?" And I said, "To Daddy's office."<br /><br />At that, she went out of control in the car and started shouting and crying. "No, Mom...he is going to kill you again!" I turned and asked her, "What?" And she looked at me with terror in her eyes and said, "He is going to kill you again." I was taken aback by her remark and, in order to calm her down, did not go to his office. Now I realize she was reliving that fear from another life.Ankitha Varmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149262082205288898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403848605052796231.post-71783491827795721282011-08-30T06:46:00.000-07:002011-08-30T06:48:42.502-07:00Proof of Reincarnation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJ64Hv6Sk1-2pBY9jv0IjtDLdygw05y6eBWHUFHWOuRtls2X4suaX5LDCC29c8se2zvYSuLlHjMnWOufkEeVIy5pFezgEp-jha4hWA4nKmsKyQZmB24dataTxqkUMV7vp3YVd17HJCs0/s1600/images.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJ64Hv6Sk1-2pBY9jv0IjtDLdygw05y6eBWHUFHWOuRtls2X4suaX5LDCC29c8se2zvYSuLlHjMnWOufkEeVIy5pFezgEp-jha4hWA4nKmsKyQZmB24dataTxqkUMV7vp3YVd17HJCs0/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646645486256472722" border="0" /></a>
<br />Probably the most important proof of reincarnation is the life of Siddhartha Buddha. The two greatest spiritual teachers to ever walk this earth were Buddha and Christ. There are some who would say that Buddha did not teach reincarnation but instead spoke of rebirth. This is more a difference in semantics. Buddha spoke of having many lives. This is what reincarnation is. The primary difference betwen Buddha's teachings and traditional Hinduism's teachings concerns the teaching about Atman. The Hindus believe in the soul as being a discreet unit that incarnates over and over. Buddha taught that even the soul was an illusion to overcome and that nothing was separate from GOD. See: Buddha: Atheist or God? It is beyond the scope of this article to expound on the subtleties of the various teachings about Atman. Suffice it to say here that it is Buddha's teachings about Atman that makes it appear that he taught rebirth and not reincarnation. For the purpose of this article, the words rebirth and reincarnation are considered synonymous.
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<br />The Buddha taught that the self (or soul) was an illusion. But what many fail to realize is that until the illusion is seen for what it is, the cycle of birth and death continues. Just because the soul is an illusion doesn't mean there are not rebirths and deaths. Contrary, it is the failure to see the past the illusion of self that traps one in samsara (the cycle of births and death). Until one breaks free from samsara there continues to be the illusion of a soul. It may sound like I'm splitting hairs but it is important to understand the subtleties of Buddha's teachings. Even Buddha remembered his past lives back when he was still under the illusion of self.
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<br />So what does Buddha's life tell us about reincarnation, the soul and past lives? Buddha was able to recount stories of his past lives. He achieved retro-cognitive powers.
<br />Ankitha Varmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149262082205288898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403848605052796231.post-91460641054367084932011-05-14T05:03:00.000-07:002011-05-14T05:11:39.168-07:00Is there good evidence for reincarnation?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDf3Brnh7Gt89Lhl5THkhvoJ8CmIoCeKHetGNtRDAMOuXuvgpomXiIV6DtXHyMFV6Vzqa_sKoQljCnpHcbhABYDtxaQwdnNKUHGNVY-mEkXEox_orvWNGRe7Ixjk1TTlANE653X7tdFPA/s1600/changing-bodies2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDf3Brnh7Gt89Lhl5THkhvoJ8CmIoCeKHetGNtRDAMOuXuvgpomXiIV6DtXHyMFV6Vzqa_sKoQljCnpHcbhABYDtxaQwdnNKUHGNVY-mEkXEox_orvWNGRe7Ixjk1TTlANE653X7tdFPA/s320/changing-bodies2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606542288475401026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p>HAVE YOU LIVED BEFORE? The concept of reincarnation -- that our souls may experience many lifetimes over centuries, maybe even thousands of years -- has been present in virtually every culture since ancient times. The Egyptians, Greeks, Romans and Aztecs all believed in the "transmigration of souls" from one body to another after death. It's a fundamental precept of Hinduism.</p> <p>Although reincarnation is not a part of official Christian doctrine, many Christians believe in it or at least accept its possibility. (Jesus, it is believed, was reincarnated three days after his crucifixion.) That's not at all surprising; the idea that after death we can live again as another person -- maybe as the opposite sex or in a completely different station in life -- is intriguing and, for many people, highly appealing.</p> <p>Is there any truth to it, however? Is reincarnation just an idea, a fantasy? Or is there real evidence to support it? Here's some of the best evidence available, gathered by researchers who, in some cases, have devoted their lives to the subject. Examine it, then decide for yourself.</p><p>ILLNESSES AND PHYSICAL AILMENTS<br /><br />Do you have a life-long illness or physical pain that you cannot account for? Their roots could be in some past life trauma, some researchers suspect.<br /><br /> In "Have We Really Lived Before?", Michael C. Pollack, Ph.D., CCHT describes his lower back pain, which grew steadily worse over the years and limited his activities. He believes he found out a possible reason during a series of past life therapy sessions: "I discovered that I had lived at least three prior lifetimes in which I had been killed by being knifed or speared in the low back. After processing and healing the past life experiences my back began to heal."<br /> Research conducted by Nicola Dexter, a past life therapist, has discovered correlations between illnesses and past lives in some of her patients, including: a bulimia sufferer who swallowed salt water in a previous life; a fear of indoor heights caused by carving the ceiling of a church and being killed by falling to the floor; a persistent problem in the shoulder and the arm area having been caused by participating in a tug of war which injured the same arm; a fear of razors and shaving was found to have its root cause in another lifetime where the client had chopped off someone's fingers with a sword and then as retribution had his entire hand cut off.<br /><br /></p>Ankitha Varmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149262082205288898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2403848605052796231.post-29627901227919756032009-01-04T22:04:00.000-08:002011-05-14T05:02:23.227-07:00REINCARNATION<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2ybbU1f8_kNXAokEJjTaKAs2swbVh3HHab20UiyEpsQdQo0_ps_h8r12-vXUINZvaeQD8L3ZvUF7ViG-7e9WZvph2L1lkAIrfpF6jvDI6foCAzB7uwtSWZgBBbpwdfs-JseHPYW_f_Q/s1600/reincar1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB2ybbU1f8_kNXAokEJjTaKAs2swbVh3HHab20UiyEpsQdQo0_ps_h8r12-vXUINZvaeQD8L3ZvUF7ViG-7e9WZvph2L1lkAIrfpF6jvDI6foCAzB7uwtSWZgBBbpwdfs-JseHPYW_f_Q/s320/reincar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606540930084854882" border="0" /></a><br />Doctor From Lhasa<br /><br /><br /><br />CONTENTS<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Author’s Forward<br />1<br /><br /><br /><br />1<br />Into the Unknown<br />7<br /><br /><br /><br />2<br />Chungking<br />23<br /><br /><br /><br />3<br />Medical Days<br />42<br /><br /><br /><br />4<br />Flying<br />58<br /><br /><br /><br />5<br />The Other Side of Death<br />82<br /><br /><br /><br />6<br />Clairvoyance<br />102<br /><br /><br /><br />7<br />Mercy Flight<br />116<br /><br /><br /><br />8<br />When The World Was Very Young<br />135<br /><br /><br /><br />9<br />Prisoner Of The Japanese<br />154<br /><br /><br /><br />10<br />How To Breathe<br />170<br /><br /><br /><br />11<br />The Bomb<br />189<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Author's Foreword<br />WHEN I was in England I wrote The Third Eye, a book<br />which is true, but which has caused much comment. Letters<br />came in from all over the world, and in answer to requests<br />I wrote this book, Doctor from Lhasa.<br /> My experiences, as will be told in a third book, have<br />been far beyond that which most people have to endure,<br />experiences which are paralleled only in a few cases in<br />history. That, though, is not the object of this book which<br />deals with a continuation of my autobiography.<br /> I am a Tibetan lama who came to the western world in<br />pursuance of his destiny, came as was foretold, and en-<br />dured all the hardships as foretold. Unfortunately, western<br />people looked upon me as a curio, as a specimen who<br />should be put in a cage and shown off as a freak from the<br />unknown. It made me wonder what would happen to my<br />old friends, the Yetis, if the westerners got hold of them—<br />as they are trying to do.<br /> Undoubtedly the Yeti would be shot, stuffed, and put in<br />some museum. Even then people would argue and say that<br />there were no such things as Yetis! To me it is strange<br />beyond belief that western people can believe in television,<br />and in space rockets that may circle the Moon and return<br />and yet not credit Yetis or “Unknown Flying Objects,” or,<br />in fact, anything which they cannot hold in their hands and<br />pull to pieces to see what makes it work.<br /> But now I have the formidable task of putting into just<br />a few pages that which before took a whole book, the details<br />of my early childhood. I came of a very high-ranking<br />family, one of the leading families in Lhasa, the capital of <br />Tibet. My parents had much to say in the control of the<br />country, and because I was of high rank I was given severe<br /><br /> 1training so that, it was considered, I should be fit to take<br />my place. Then, before I was seven years of age, in accord-<br />ance with our established custom, the Astrologer Priests of<br />Tibet were consulted to see what type of career would be<br />open to me. For days before these preparations went for-<br />ward, preparations for an immense party at which all the<br />leading citizens, all the notabilities of Lhasa would come <br />to hear my fate. Eventually the Day of Prophecy arrived.<br />Our estate was thronged with people. The Astrologers came <br />armed with their sheets of paper, with their charts, and with<br />all the essentials of their profession. Then, at the appropri-<br />ate time, when everyone had been built up to a high pitch<br />of excitement, the Chief Astrologer pronounced his find-<br />ings. It was solemnly proclaimed that I should enter a<br />lamasery at the age of seven, and be trained as a priest,<br />and as a priest surgeon. Many predictions were made about <br />my life; in fact the whole of my life was outlined. To my<br />great sorrow everything they said has come true. I say<br />“sorrow” because most of it has been misfortune, and<br />hardship, and suffering, and it does not make it any easier <br />when one knows all that one is to suffer.<br /> I entered the Chakpori lamasery when I was seven years<br />of age, making my lonely way along the path. At the<br />entrance I was kept, and had to undergo an ordeal to see<br />if I was hard enough, tough enough to undergo the training.<br /> This I passed, and then I was allowed to enter. I went<br />through all the stages from an absolutely raw beginner,<br />and in the end I became a lama, and an abbot. Medicine <br />and surgery were my particular strong points. I studied <br />these with avidity, and I was given every facility to study<br />dead bodies. It is a belief in the west that the lamas of Tibet<br />never do anything to bodies if it means making an opening.<br />The belief is, apparently, that Tibetan medical science is<br />rudimentary, because the medical lamas treat only the<br />exterior and not the interior. That is not correct. The<br />ordinary lama, I agree, never opens a body, it is against<br />his own form of belief. But there was a special nucleus of<br />lamas, of whom I was one, who were trained to do opera-<br /><br /> 2 tions, and to do operations which were possibly even beyond<br />the scope of western science.Ankitha Varmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01149262082205288898noreply@blogger.com0