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Tevai
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Date: May 05, 2019 05:50PM
I do not think a conscious "choice" [means: the "time" and the ability to consider options and then select one] is necessarily universal.
In my last life, I was shot in the head and died instantly....I "floated" in this wonderful, SAFE!!, incredibly intense darkness [there was no light at all--it was like "light" never had existed throughout eternity] for awhile, and it was really nice: I was warm, I was not hungry or thirsty, I KNEW I was totally safe, and it was kind of interesting to just "float around" and "exist," and "be".
The "next instant" (I have no idea how long I was "floating") I opened my eyes (in hindsight, I had never blinked my eyes when I was "floating"), I was lying inside a crib (which I initially, and reflexively, thought were some kind of jail bars), there was a window in the room with before-noon sunshine flooding through it, and a strange woman came into the room and started speaking to me in what I thought was really horrible "Dutch," and I couldn't understand what she was saying.
I later began to realize that I really was, in fact, safe where I was, that this strange woman was my mother (I got used to her), and the conscious memories of what had previously been my earlier "life" began to mist away.
The thing that didn't make sense is that when this happened I was NOT a newborn infant--the body I was so suddenly "in" was at least several weeks old.
I had a great time with my new Mom, who could be a really funny and adventuresome person, often in unexpected ways, and everything in my life at that time (from my personal perspective) was interesting and fun--until my father came home from the war (he had served in the US Navy), and then things in our nuclear family got not-so-fun. But for two or three years after I found myself in this new body, I had a GREAT World War II. (I'm not at all sure it was so great for my Mom. She worked night shifts every night (I'm not sure she ever got a "day off"), there was a high school girl who babysat for me during the night, until my Mom came home after dawn, EVERYTHING was rationed, and my Mom must have felt excruciatingly alone (even though her parents lived just a few blocks away).
From MY perspective, life was really fine (and I made my show business debut, dancing the hula, in a stage production at the Shrine Auditorium (later: the home of the Academy Award ceremonies). I was either two or three years old when I was in that stage production (judging from the photos).
It was wartime, and people took their entertainment where they could get it. :)
About three decades later I chose to be regressed (I wanted to know the answers to certain things in my life, like why I was so scared of plumbing drains and knives, and why I was claustrophobic).
When I told my Mom what I remembered during the regression, and how one split-second I was "there," and then, after the wonderful darkness, I woke up in my crib, and she had come into the room....she looked really shocked, and said: "So THAT'S what happened!" She said that when *I* was born, she knew from the first moments of *my* life that "the baby hated her," and this feeling/observation never changed until I was approaching my first birthday, and then one day, out of "nowhere," "the baby didn't hate me anymore."
She said she had been puzzling about this ever since, and now it all made sense. (At some point, Gina Cerminara, who was a "name" author and researcher in this field at that time, gave a reading to my Mom, and during this reading G.C. told my Mom that I was the second person in this body, and that the person who was actually born into this body was an ancient enemy of my Mom's, and had come into this life to kill my Mom in retribution for some unknown reason, but then that person had second thoughts about the wisdom of doing this and wanted out, and I replaced her in this body--which made perfect sense to my Mom, who said I was an entirely different person than the baby she gave birth to.)
My point is: during this "switching" process, I had no consciousness that I had any kind of option, it was just: one split-second I was "there" (in that incredibly safe, and warm, and wonderful darkness), and the next split-second I was "here," in that small house on Santa Barbara Avenue--which was JUST FINE with me, given what I had just left during my prior life in Europe.
Take this for what it's worth.
These are my memories (of two different "lives," plus the interim period between them), my mother's experiences and reactions (according to her own, quite deeply felt, memories of her own life), and the words of psychic/author/lecturer Gina Cerminara.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/05/2019 06:00PM by Tevai.