10-14-2013, 07:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2013, 09:39 PM by Adonai One.)
My search into past lives started with channeling who I believe to be my social memory and asking them the name of my previous life... Through my innocent insistence and naive assumption they would answer, they broke the Law of Confusion in love and spelled the name out letter-by-letter.: Caroline Malik
http://www.ancientfaces.com/person/carol...k/68001961
Born in 1906 and died in 1986, 8 years before I was born. Lived and died in Texas, the state I live in today. Knowing this life has only given me flashbacks of me being alone in my very feminine home and a desire to chain smoke once again. I was wealthy due to my entrepreneurial spirit and married nobody although I had casual partners throughout my life.
My search continued today as I came upon the name Oscar Wilde in the comments section of a website. I had never heard of this man but coming upon his picture I was in awe. I was enchanted but for no clear reason. In fact, I found the man very homely yet he was admirable in his demeanor and choice of dress -- it was something I would like to wear given the money and confidence.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde
I came upon the same comment a second time and suddenly a idea randomly popped into my head: Could I have been this man in a previous life? Immediately I dismissed this random thought as ridiculous, narcissistic but I felt an inner dissonance, something that acknowledged this as a possibility. I proceeded to channel... I asked... Was I this man? The answer came as a resolute yes. I did not believe it. I cleared my mind and restated the question, I cleared my mind and restated the question... I asked my higher self, I challenged, I took breaks and asked again... And resolutely the answer was yes.
I looked up Mr. Wilde's date of death and it was 1900, 6 years before my date of birth in my most previous life on this planet.
I still was not convinced...
Before this, I had many heated discussions with my fiancee about my homosexuality which will remain physically-closeted indefinitely. She had fears that I would leave her for a man.
I looked into Mr. Wilde's history and he did just that... He left his wife alone in her home with his children, while he lived in hotels as he had affairs with other men.
So one similarity was clear... We were both very bisexual people and open in our sexuality. Then other things started matching up: We were both anarchists, rebels against the status-quo in art culture and a huge love for luxury and decadence. We both saw absolutely no use for government and saw even private property as immoral in many respects. Our mutual flamboyance and arrogance was unequivocal.
I started reading this man's works and I felt like I was reading my own thoughts.... The more I read on this man, the more I was assured despite many of the naive mistakes this man made.
I apparently sued a woman for a overstated charge of libel and ended up uncovering evidence of my own homosexuality, landing two years of hard prison labor. Oh karma... My prison sentence ended up with me apparently identifying with Jesus Christ. In this short life, it appears I learned a lesson that seeps into my life as it stands today... That suffering is bliss. That all is bliss.
There are a lot of lessons in this life that I will need to revisit in this one especially in regards to humility. It seems I am given information like this once more to fully discover myself.
"The second part of the letter traces Wilde's spiritual growth through the physical and emotional hardships of his imprisonment. Wilde introduces the greater context, making a typically grandiose claim: "I was one who stood in symbolic relations to the art and culture of my age," though he later writes, in a more humble vein, "I have said of myself that I was one who stood in symbolic relations to the art and culture of my age. There is not a single wretched man in this wretched place along with me who does not stand in symbolic relation to the very secret of life. For the secret of life is suffering." Briefly sketching his ascendancy and dominance of the literary and social scenes in London, he contrasts his past position and the attendant pleasure with his current position and the pain it brings. Pleasure and success are an artifice, he says, while pain wears no mask. He turns to humility as a remedy, and identifies with the other prisoners.
Wilde uses a quotation from Isaiah to introduce his Christian theme: "He is despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief and we hid our faces from him." Though Peter Raby acknowledges the "obvious relevance" of this quotation to Wilde's situation, he argues that the line does not necessitate the comparison with Christ implicit in his description of Robert Ross doffing his hat to Wilde after his conviction.Wilde adopts Jesus of Nazareth as a symbol of western kindness and eastern serenity and as a rebel-hero of mind, body and soul. Though other romantics had discussed Jesus in artistic terms, Wilde's conception is the most radical. He moves methodically toward this conclusion: his earlier antinomian attitude is re-iterated and he finds no recompense in traditional morality. Though Wilde loved the beauty of religion, he dismissed it now as a source of solace, saying "My Gods dwell in temples made with hands". Reason was similarly lacking: Wilde felt that the law had convicted him unjustly. Instead Wilde reworked his earlier doctrine of the appreciation of experience, all of it must be accepted and transformed, whatever its origin. Wilde declared he would actively accept sorrow and discover humility, be happy and appreciate developments in art and life." - Wikipedia
http://www.ancientfaces.com/person/carol...k/68001961
Born in 1906 and died in 1986, 8 years before I was born. Lived and died in Texas, the state I live in today. Knowing this life has only given me flashbacks of me being alone in my very feminine home and a desire to chain smoke once again. I was wealthy due to my entrepreneurial spirit and married nobody although I had casual partners throughout my life.
My search continued today as I came upon the name Oscar Wilde in the comments section of a website. I had never heard of this man but coming upon his picture I was in awe. I was enchanted but for no clear reason. In fact, I found the man very homely yet he was admirable in his demeanor and choice of dress -- it was something I would like to wear given the money and confidence.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde
I came upon the same comment a second time and suddenly a idea randomly popped into my head: Could I have been this man in a previous life? Immediately I dismissed this random thought as ridiculous, narcissistic but I felt an inner dissonance, something that acknowledged this as a possibility. I proceeded to channel... I asked... Was I this man? The answer came as a resolute yes. I did not believe it. I cleared my mind and restated the question, I cleared my mind and restated the question... I asked my higher self, I challenged, I took breaks and asked again... And resolutely the answer was yes.
I looked up Mr. Wilde's date of death and it was 1900, 6 years before my date of birth in my most previous life on this planet.
I still was not convinced...
Before this, I had many heated discussions with my fiancee about my homosexuality which will remain physically-closeted indefinitely. She had fears that I would leave her for a man.
I looked into Mr. Wilde's history and he did just that... He left his wife alone in her home with his children, while he lived in hotels as he had affairs with other men.
So one similarity was clear... We were both very bisexual people and open in our sexuality. Then other things started matching up: We were both anarchists, rebels against the status-quo in art culture and a huge love for luxury and decadence. We both saw absolutely no use for government and saw even private property as immoral in many respects. Our mutual flamboyance and arrogance was unequivocal.
I started reading this man's works and I felt like I was reading my own thoughts.... The more I read on this man, the more I was assured despite many of the naive mistakes this man made.
I apparently sued a woman for a overstated charge of libel and ended up uncovering evidence of my own homosexuality, landing two years of hard prison labor. Oh karma... My prison sentence ended up with me apparently identifying with Jesus Christ. In this short life, it appears I learned a lesson that seeps into my life as it stands today... That suffering is bliss. That all is bliss.
There are a lot of lessons in this life that I will need to revisit in this one especially in regards to humility. It seems I am given information like this once more to fully discover myself.
"The second part of the letter traces Wilde's spiritual growth through the physical and emotional hardships of his imprisonment. Wilde introduces the greater context, making a typically grandiose claim: "I was one who stood in symbolic relations to the art and culture of my age," though he later writes, in a more humble vein, "I have said of myself that I was one who stood in symbolic relations to the art and culture of my age. There is not a single wretched man in this wretched place along with me who does not stand in symbolic relation to the very secret of life. For the secret of life is suffering." Briefly sketching his ascendancy and dominance of the literary and social scenes in London, he contrasts his past position and the attendant pleasure with his current position and the pain it brings. Pleasure and success are an artifice, he says, while pain wears no mask. He turns to humility as a remedy, and identifies with the other prisoners.
Wilde uses a quotation from Isaiah to introduce his Christian theme: "He is despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief and we hid our faces from him." Though Peter Raby acknowledges the "obvious relevance" of this quotation to Wilde's situation, he argues that the line does not necessitate the comparison with Christ implicit in his description of Robert Ross doffing his hat to Wilde after his conviction.Wilde adopts Jesus of Nazareth as a symbol of western kindness and eastern serenity and as a rebel-hero of mind, body and soul. Though other romantics had discussed Jesus in artistic terms, Wilde's conception is the most radical. He moves methodically toward this conclusion: his earlier antinomian attitude is re-iterated and he finds no recompense in traditional morality. Though Wilde loved the beauty of religion, he dismissed it now as a source of solace, saying "My Gods dwell in temples made with hands". Reason was similarly lacking: Wilde felt that the law had convicted him unjustly. Instead Wilde reworked his earlier doctrine of the appreciation of experience, all of it must be accepted and transformed, whatever its origin. Wilde declared he would actively accept sorrow and discover humility, be happy and appreciate developments in art and life." - Wikipedia