Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about afterlife. I’m pretty certain our energy goes someplace after our bodies die and can no longer carry it. I’ve also been wondering about my previous lives. I’ve been hearing a lot of stories about people being hypnotized and being able to mentally travel into the astral field to recall a past life. Under hypnosis, they may give a name and a birthday and say something like, “I’m Eva, and I’m in Auschwitz with my brother Victor” and all of the things they mention could be fact checked to confirm that Eva born on such date indeed existed, then died in the Holocaust. And so did her brother, Victor.
Yesterday, after walking out of the Korean market because the lines were ridiculously long, I wondered why so many people were acting like it was the end of the world. I was kind of annoyed at all the panic buying and hoarding, like they’ve never experienced a pandemic before or something. Then I realized that most of the shoppers really had never experienced a pandemic before, and I started to understand why they were so scared. I thought to myself, “This is a first for all these folks. No wonder.” At that moment, I felt like I had some form of knowledge or consciousness that kept me from being scared or even tripped out about the whole coronavirus thing. I’m not sure what it was, but I think it stems from a past life experience. Is it crazy to think about the possibility that I may have experienced, survived, or perished in the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic in a past life, and that this is nothing new to me? Or maybe it has nothing to do with a past life, but just my past: I may have read about pandemics on a standardized reading comprehension test in elementary school. And I carry some subconscious knowledge. Either way, I felt a sense of knowing and a strong sense of presence—my consciousness comforts me.
And for that I am grateful and I feel aligned.
Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy in these weird times. I am. Also staying weird.