There seems a lot of interest in past lives. I have pieces of my story all over this site. This past lives deal has come a number of times over the years. I thought I’d look for something cohesive. It does not exist so I will create.
My husband and I met when we were 17 and 19 years old. He told me of one of his past lives at this time. He said he wasn’t sure but sure? Like he’s sure but allows for error? In whatever case, his story was compelling as all hell and you know me. I’m curious!
He also told of ability to travel around through time. Again, I was spellbound. Keep in mind, I had been introduced to metaphysics by, Henry. Astrology, but other arts as well. I guess you could say I was prepared to hear his tale. My husband was and is, spectacularly authoritative. There was just no way for me to hear this story and not at least consider it to be true.
But we’re still teenagers and we ran around doing what we did. We had tons of fun but occasionally he would drop his voice and talk to me about this stuff. Then one day, he brought home this poem.
The poem was printed in a small booklet, like a small prayer book. It was long and way, way, way, way, over my head. It was impossible to read so much as a line from it, without having a visceral reaction. Someone had given him the poem; someone he worked with. He told me that he thought he’d written it… that he was pretty sure he had.
I didn’t know what to do with this. My husband has Jupiter in Sagittarius, he tends to be honest. I was at a loss for words because frankly, I could not really understand the poem. This would have been due to my growing up, isolated to some degree. I will say this here: Dolce, you have the poem. I say this so at least one person knows the magnitude of what I am talking about. I trust you to maintain our privacy. My point is, I was left with a loss for words.
We spent a couple or three weeks on this. He mulled what making this tie, meant. I tried to make my brain fathom… any of it. But I was gripped, of course.
So my husband and I failed to marry, which is another story. We got back together more than twenty years later and guess what? I’m still thinking about this. I want to know if he “outgrew” this stuff.
I say that, because when I was fifteen-ish, I briefly changed me name to, “Else”, pronounced the same way – I was trying to make myself interesting. Well, that was stupid, so I dropped it in a matter of a month or so. Would he still be where he was?
We got back together and had a lot to talk about. Over the months, we did begin to touch on this stuff and then one day I remembered the poem part of this story. We have an internet, right? I decided to search… all the poems in the world, for the poem I was looking for that was about _____.
This is where it gets incredible. I found the poem, I thought. It was in a book, available on Amazon, I thought. The poem was in a book of poems, in the public domain. Someone had published it to preserve the work. I bought this book.
I was very anxious waiting for it to arrive. Did I really find it? I hope so but Capricorn said, probably not! So the book arrived and of all the things in the world, the cover had an image, also from the public domain. It was clearly and undeniably “astrological”. The image would be familiar to everyone here, but it made no sense!
It made no sense, because planets and stars are not featured in the poems. The poems are all focused on war and religion and India. I took this as a sign!
There’s another unfathomable detail. When I found this book, it was published / made available, literally days prior. I’m talking about this book being published; four or five days later, I’m out there looking for it and find it – a single poem in the middle of a book.
When I cracked the book and read the poem, I knew it was the same one he brought home that day. Better yet, I could understand it, which floored me. All that was left was for me to breech this conversation. “Hey, do you remember that poem..?”
I sat on this for a few days. Long enough to read all the poem and recognize my husband’s attitudes and also his speech. See, he frequently uses old English, and just speaks in ways that aren’t current. I was fully satisfied I had the right poem and all the poems, but that was about it. What does it MEEEEEAN? I had to talk to him.
I brought it up and he did not know what I was talking about. I don’t know what I thought about that: we were on the phone. I asked him if he wanted to hear, possibly his poem. “I think you might recognize it…” I might add here, my husband has called time, “Swiss cheesy”. Meaning there are holes in time. I know this about him, but in whatever case, I started to read the poem.. stopping to ask, “Do you recall this?”
He said he did not recall it in the moment. “Could you have written it?” I asked.
“That’s what I thought.”
He then wanted to know if he shared all this with me, how could I not have married him when we were teens? Well, I was a stupid teen, among other things. We were trying to put our lives right at this time. We both felt we’d gone off track when we separated. This was part of that process which took years and is in fact, ongoing even today.
I eventually absorbed the other poems: this was not easy to do. This was the first time, I really thought I might have had a past life, because there is a poem in there, with my name. A derivative of my name, but close. “Ella” not “Elizabeth”, close.
So that’s one thing, but the pattern of interaction between the poet and the girl was so familiar. This was like recognizing the speech patterns and attitudes in the poems. I think this way about 2009 or so. I could only get so far with this.
See, I won’t make a leap in order to arrive at some favored destination. It’s like astrology. I had to test this for YEARS before I could accept and believe it. So this became sort of a life mystery. The next time I had an inkling, was in 2015. I wrote this, mentioning the second poem:
So now, this gal told me a few things… my husband is a warrior – yes. But she said I also back go to ancient times. She said I was very young and being trained as a “seer”. She said an older man was teaching me. This was akin to, Henry, in this life. She was the one who made this connection.
I also talked to her about all the people who hate me because this is another pattern. Some may recall, I met my husband’s aunt; she’s also touched in some way. She told me at that time, she’s never seen a person with so many enemies. She could not understand it… and either can I, frankly. But she also told me I had sufficient protection – massive protection. This gal told me the same thing.
My husband’s aunt gave me something “protective” to carry with me. She had the same object, given to her by a priest… sixty years, prior. She said nothing had ever happened to her.
This gal seemed to indicate when you have this kind of history, you will be looked over. It’s seems correct. I’ve certainly seen it with my husband and who else do you know, who can drive a truck, on fire, in the middle of nowhere… and run into forty fireman, all wanting to put out the fire?
She also said, a person like me and a person like her, are to provide “balance” in this messed up era. Libra heard that and I do try to do this all day, every day. Essentially, have you considered this other thing or the other person’s view or whatever? It’s quite bad out there and we all know it.
I have some more thoughts on this, but this is a decent start. I hope it’s interesting to you and perhaps opens a door for you, somehow.