(02-23-2012, 10:41 PM)Bring4th_GLB Wrote: I think it's the stereotypical past life. Much like the lifetime of Monica Leal will be for future third-density inhabitants.
You know, somehow I missed this the first time I read it!
I came back to this thread because I'd been thinking about sharing something that happened to me, with the 'eyes.'
(02-23-2012, 10:41 PM)Bring4th_GLB Wrote: I spent a weekend with a seeker known as DW in 2003. Lots of conversation, lots of looking into the eyes, lots of that person's eyes imprinting on the brain -- as would happen with anyone with whom you've spent some time.
At the conclusion of the weekend I returned home to resume the usual patterns of my life at the time. One evening later that week I was watching what I think was a History Channel program about the lost civilization of Atlantis.
They had a brief segment about Edgar Cayce, who many of you know channeled information about Atlantis in a small percentage of his sleep readings.
The program showed a b&w image of Cayce and BAM! Without time to think through a conscious series of thoughts, I *immediately* knew I recognized those eyes. I had just seen them during the previous weekend.
I might doubt the legitimacy of this experience if I had had a moment to say, "Hey, this is the supposed past life of this particular individual." And then attempt to mentally examine Cayce's face to see if I could identify any similarities.
But as the experience unfolded over the span of a fraction of a second, I knew that whatever part of my mind that makes such connections had made the connection of its own accord. The same basic process happens when you see another and think, "She looks like that actress from that one movie", or, "You look just like so and so."
And, to boot, the experience is repeatable. To this day I can view a picture of Cayce and see the same eyes looking out through Cayce's that I knew so well.
I didn't recognize distinct facial similarities, perhaps there were. For me it was limited to the eyes, probably the most telling and distinguishing windows into the soul, in terms of outer physical characteristics that is.
This is very interesting. Many years after my trip to England and discovering that I may have been Anne Boleyn, I did an images search on Anne Boleyn. Keep in mind my trip to England was before we had internet, so I only got around to looking up pictures of her a few years ago.
Well, they're all paintings of course, so many of them don't even look remotely like the same person. I can only wonder if some of the artists got her essence 'right' at all.
Of the many variations, one stood out. Not the facial features, but the eyes. I was looking into the eyes of me when I was a child!
There is great sadness in those eyes. Those were the eyes I saw in the mirror every day growing up.
http://laerer.aasg.dk/ASGUB/engelsk/SH05...Boleyn.htm
They aren't my eyes anymore. Not even close. I'm not the same person. The sadness is gone and my eyes look totally different now. But when I was a child, those were my eyes.
(For what it's worth.)
What's interesting is that the young woman in this picture looks nothing like the others. If you do a search, you'll see what I mean.
It doesn't prove anything. That artist may have gotten her eyes wrong. Or...he may have been the only one among all those artists, to get her essence right.