I know the subject I am going to write about is a little bit “out there” and it may pass people as random gibberish. But it’s nothing unusual for me since I have long challenged the status quo, and long stopped competing for the most popular vote. I have long dared to be myself without compromising my beliefs to fit in, I just say it how it is, and a major place to express such views has been here, on my blog. I do have to say that WordPress has been a great platform, and all of you have been amazing, allowing me to share such thoughts in written and picture form without fear of judgement. You have shown me your patience and together we explored subjects that are not always easy to be addressed. Thank you for never making me feel weird, but embracing my uniqueness. You truly are the best…
Just recently I wrote a post about Spirituality and Buddhism. I expressed my thoughts about our individual journey for acceptance, and finding something that gives us the feeling that there is more to life that meets the eye. Many of you commented and felt compelled to share your views about your own journey. I really appreciated it and I think a lot of it depends on your code of life, what your views entail, about your values and principles, and your general outlook on life. Whether you usually positive about the things that happen in your life, even the bad ones, (especially the bad ones) or do you feel that challenges quickly get you down, leaving you feeling defeated?
Today I want touch on another great subject that’s been in my mind and talk about past lives. Have you ever experienced something that seems strangely familiar? Something that feels like you have done before, even though you know it’s your first experience…in this lifetime. Yet there is a familiarity, a knowing, a lesson that was already learned at a different time. How do you explain it beyond the Deja Vue? Is it coincidence?Which brings me to the question of whether you believe in past lives?
For me one of those experiences links back to the Native American wisdom and such way of life. From little on I was playing cowboys and Indians with Mom. I was always the Indian and Mom spent her fair share tied to the chair which was my totem pole. Sure…lots of kids do, right? At Halloween events and functions, my costume would often be that of an Indian chief. Still not all that strange. As an adult I was always drawn to spotted horses and thought that they were the most magnificent of them all. There was a love and deep emotion for those beautiful creatures without apparent reason, unable to explain, it just was. I am an animal lover, so what does it have to do with native Americans. Today I drive a Mustang and never thought anything of it until the other day as it was pointed out to me. Maybe my mustang used to have four legs once upon a time and happened to be spotted.
Going through life I would learn lessons in line with Native American wisdom. Of course I ever knew, and it was never immediately obvious, I just stumble across the information on the web or else at a later time, and somehow these pieces always magnificently fell into my lap, as if explaining, justifying my experiences. Today I would tell you that there are no ordinary moments and those coincidences are actually synchronicities from the universe guiding you along.
It was those lessons that spoke to me and made the utmost sense. They simply fit and I relate to this culture a great deal. For instance I relate to the land, our wilderness as a sacred space. I don’t get involved in competitions as far as life is concerned and some find it hard to believe that I want everyone to win. There is a oneness, a winning in numbers that thrives me more than individual success. I believe in simplicity, minimalism, to serve, respect, and live without fear. I believe in Mother Earth, world peace and showing kindness to all. Listening to Native American music gives me chills and stirs something deep within that leaves me emotional but also deeply at peace.
For a birthday a few years back, I received the present of a Native American headdress. I can’t explain how meaningful this piece is to me, and it is a sacred object that I respect a great deal. Although in Native American history and customs it would be very disrespectful for a woman to wear such a headdress. These were for the men and warriors only and were nowhere to be found near a woman. Disrespect for a culture I believe in so deeply would be the last thing on my agenda and I mean no harm or disregard. To me it is a symbol of great strength and honor. It is a reminder of becoming a warrior myself and all the fights I had to fight along the way to arrive here. It is symbolic and powerful, it brings me motivation and strengths and from time to time I wear it and let the magic of it infuse my body, because there will always be some sort of fight that needs to be fought.
To sum it all up where I am going with this, and not believing in coincidences and ordinary moments, I can’t help but wonder. There are too many familiarities. Maybe just maybe all of my love for Native American history and wisdom, why I love mustangs both the animal and the car, the profound meaning of the headdress, the respect for the land and the deep emotions that tie me to those roots, maybe just maybe these are the remnants from a prior life. Maybe a distant memory as my soul relives some of those teachings. Maybe those are the memory of a past life my soul has experienced, maybe the life as Indian chief.