Reincarnation? For some of us yes. For others, no. Again, cycling through life again is not how you think it works. Ah, Everlasting life in Heaven. When you live forever in Heaven, change is difficult. You have little opportunity to overcome adversity, to hone your skills and improve yourself. For those of us willing to risk our everlasting soul, we have the opportunity to return and be born to be in the physical living life on earth again. Going through life again is fraught with perils, pitfalls and pain. You have to forget who you are, a heavenly body, and go through another life from child to adult. Some of us have to return to right a wrong from a previous life, karma demands it. Otherwise, recycled life gives us the opportunity to improve and to better prove our worth.
Sixty years on earth is less than a day in Heaven, so the commitment of an extra life is a seemingly easy and a short endeavor, a weekend off. Imagine sixty years crammed into a day. And, yes, you risk it all for that sweet, succulent taste of real life. The smell, the vivid colors, the fear, the sweat, the sky, the love, oh the burning love makes it worthwhile. Most of us return to force certain events, inventions, new ideas, save someone, ensure someone is born, but, some of us enjoy war on earth. That is why there is always a baby boom just before a good war. I personally haven’t missed a good war on earth, ever. Except I did miss WW1. I chose to be young in WW2 instead, actually all the WW1 slots were filled. From early history if a good war was on the horizon, by golly I was there. Yes, I know who George Patton is, but I am not in his click of friends. We do, however follow the same patterns and are usually in the same wars. To battle, sometimes you can’t be choosy on which side you fight. There are only so many slots to be filled by reincarnation, the rest are newbies (first life).
Most people live one life, do good and go to Heaven. And, then have absolutely NO desire to return. Can’t blame them really. You could screw up royally and loose your chance to return to Heaven. Why war? Ah, live hard, live fast, die young and taste the best of love life has to offer. And you get to fight to the death and that is a ten on the excitement level my friend. You have to follow the laws of the land, so, if war is okay, killing in battle is approved and legal. Earth has the best battles, there is so much hatred and mistrust here, it is intoxicating.
Now, goodness I am over sixty years old. Never lived past thirty years before in any lifetime. It hurts, getting old. I missed Vietnam by a few months, pissed me off. My draft number was #314 but they only drafted up to #72 that year, 1973. Tried to volunteer, no luck. I did get to join the USMC much later in life, when I was 32. Paris Island at 32, was painful, but I was thrilled and proud to be there. I did finally get to go to war, for five measly days. Who’s idea was it to fight for five days, stupid. Anyway, I was in Desert Storm, which only lasted five short days. My life should have been over, but it wasn’t. So now I am called upon to share my knowledge. In all my previous lives if I had said, “I have lived previous lives” I would have been killed as a heretic. This is the first time in the history of mankind I can share my knowledge openly. I have been here, on earth, from the beginning. I came to earth first during Pangaea 200 million years ago. There have been several rounds of intelligent life on earth before mankind. I do hope I get to share some of the stories of previous civilizations on earth, you will love them. I’ll say this, all the easy surface gold was mines several times over the past millions of years. Gold is of universal value on every planet, and many civilizations swarm planet to planet rapeing each planet of its easy gold.
I would like to say I came back only because I enjoyed it, but I would be lieing. I had a karmic debt I had to work off. It is done with this life, I am to say. My karmic debt was to humans in general and to a few humans in particular. One day I hope to write about it. Doubtful I will return. Earth is entering “phase three” life where there is world wide cooperation and wars here on out will be smaller guerrilla type actions, i’m afraid. Have to find another planer, or wait for mankind to stage a real rebellion or to be invaded. There are very few warring planets like earth, so, invasion is highly unlikely. You will find most off world civilizations are friendly and greedy. We all have something to sell. That is how I came to earth in the first place, from an interplanetary sale and exchange. Mankind had a deep set distrust and hatred wired into our DNA. From Cain and Abel times, it continues to flow in our blood. Thanks for listening, it has been my pleasure.
Reincarnation is NOT a progression from an animal to a human. It is an opportunity to come back and right some error. An error, not so bad to miss Heaven in the first place.
NOTE: These postings are unedited notes to be written into the forthcoming book “The ELHAIH”. ELHAIH is an acronym for Enlightened Living; Here and in Heaven. -M-
Okay, I will share one war story. Desert Storm January 1990. We were going up against an artillery unit. Nice thing in the desert, you know where the enemy is long before you get there. We spent the night out of range and were going to take part in a coordinated attack in the morning. Before we got started an Iraqi officer surrendered and walked into our camp. The officers talked with him for an hour or so. Made several calls to Second Marine Division to decide what to do. Finally the Iraqi officer wanted tea to drink. Everyone in our company of 150 men drank coffee, except me. I carried my own stash. The officers brought him over and asked me to make him some tea. Not a problem. I got two canteen cups filled them with water. I got a couple spoon chunks of C4 and laid it on the sand. I lit the chunks which burns very hot. Now C4 burns steadily without pressure. You always let it burn out on it’s own. Evidently someone tried to stomp it out once and blew his foot off. C4 we had plenty of, as an engineering unit. Otherwise, there was nothing in the desert to burn except dried out camel dung. In three or four minutes we had boiling water. I brewed the tea, offered him his choice of cups and I drank the other. Well, everyone left us alone for half an hour, so we had private time to smoke cigarettes and talk, he liked my Marlboro’s.
This officer had gone to Princeton College in NJ. He spoke perfect English. He had studied US military history and engineering. I was honored to meet and talk with this man, I have long forgotten his name. I told him about my life, wife, where we lived in Tennessee. Great conversation. When they escorted him away to take him to G4 to be interrogated he offered his watch to me. Several guys ran over to tell me he wants me to take his watch. Oh, I saw it, a Rolex, with Saddam Hussein’s smiling face on the flat and 23 diamonds around the face. Each diamond was perfect clarity, identically sized and each was somewhat over a caret, maybe one and a quarter caret. Oh yes, I saw it, THE watch. At the time I lived in a house worth seventy thousand and had one car, a ten year old Honda Civic. THE watch was worth more than my entire net worth. A gift like that is a life changer. I could use it’s value to pay off my mortgage and never have to worry about bills again.
Before I could jump up and run over to get my gift, something deep in my heart stopped me. This clear persistent inner voice said I could not accept this gift. Now, this scene repeated four or five times over seven or eight minutes. Another group would run over and tell me to get THE watch. Each time I said no. The last time and officer came over and said, ” Are you going to take the watch or not?” I had to say no. All the time he was standing sixty feet away. I could only stare at the ground. I knew if I looked at him again I would accept his gift. The voice told me I would never get to keep it. I bargained with the voice, offering it to mail it home, have the officers to keep it, hide it, or send it to Division to be put in a safe. But nothing worked, I would never get to keep it. It was safer with the Iraqi officer. At the time I did not understand that moment in time at all. It was a clean offer, a very nice gift and I said “no”???
A week later I was in an explosion. My uniform was blown off except my belt and boots. I was bleeding from my knees up, all over. At the first aid station they cut off all my cloths, patched me up and in fifteen minutes I was on a helicopter on my way to a hospital. Here is where you can appreciate technology, they called my wife, she got to hear the helicopter take off from thousands of miles away. They thought I was blind but should live. I have to say bad news sure travels fast. After I left the hospital I did not return to my unit and all my belongings were dived out and simply disappeared. My first day out of the hospital I realized my $38 Timex Iron Man watch was gone. Don’t know if I lost it in the explosion, first aid station, helicopter or at the hospital. It was just gone. At that moment I understood why I could not take THE watch as a gift. There was nothing I could have done to keep it safe.
So to the Iraqi Officer, who was educated at Princeton, Thank You! Thanks for you generous offer and I certainly meant no disrespect by not taking THE watch as you so kindly offered to me. Bless you in life, I wish you well. You are by far the best enemy I have ever met. See you in Heaven.