Past Lives

Good afternoon. Welcome to this afternoon's blog. I hope you have been enjoying reading my posts so far. Today I am venturing down a slightly different road (no not the M25). Recently I have been thinking about my past. I've been reflecting on all the key events in my life from when I first learned to walk (trust me baby Connor was super cute), when I first went to Nursery, Primary school and Secondary school, and all the way up to where I am today (actually writing a blog laying on the floor isn't that exciting). Sometimes I remember those memories vividly. Obviously I've been there before in that exact time and place. I've lived all those experiences. But do you ever sometimes get the feeling you've lived a moment before that you clearly haven't? Do you feel like you want to be somewhere else, or should be living in a different time? Well, what if we have all lived before? What if this is our second or even third chance at life? Have we ever had past lives? Well...

I don't know about you (any Taylor Swift fans reading sorry but this isn't about 22) but I find myself waking up from the same dream. Twice. Then three times. Four five six. Sometimes I wake up and those dreams seem real. As if I've lived that moment before. The smells. That feeling in the bottom of your stomach when you just know. Your subconscious is trying to tell you something. It wants to remind you of your past life. And maybe even try to make you relive that moment.

Deja vu. We all get it. The funny thing about Deja vu is everything seems so familiar. Too familiar. Eerily familiar. It's like your brain has pressed the rewind button on a remote control. Taking you back in time. But not to your childhood or teenage years. Back to another body. Another time and place in your existence. Then after the moment, that rewind button again. Playing over and over and over again until you can't take it anymore. It's screaming to you, convincing you you've lived that before. And you did, didn't you..?

As I mentioned in the introduction to this blog, we all like to remember past events. Family occasions, music festivals, sporting events - we all hold on to the memories. But sometimes it feels like I have a memory that I shouldn't. Almost as if it's been transferred from one body into mine. You remember every detail. The time, the place, the why. Even finite details like what pattern was on that guy's shirt or what colour shoes the bar tender was wearing. You remember it too well. You must have been in that moment before. You. Just a previous version of you.

Then there's times where I just have the most incredible foresight (bigging myself up again). Like I'm Marty McFly from Back To The Future (if you've not seen those films you ain't lived at all). I can see exactly what is about to happen. But not just what is going to happen. When and why it is about to happen and what the consequences will be when it does. If I was in that moment, then my soul transferred to my new body. Maybe it isn't my brain trying to confuse me. Is it my soul instead..?

Now we all have fears. Some people are afraid of spiders and snakes. Others might not like the idea of heights, or clowns. Other people are afraid of death. And there's always one crazy person afraid of their big toe (if this is you please don't hate me). I find myself asking when confronted by a large (or small) spider "Why am I afraid of you?" It makes no sense. It's irrational. Unless we have had an experience with them before. So the question is where do our fears come from? Possibly a past life...

If you thought that was unexplainable, what do you think when we suddenly hurt or ache? The 'mystery' pain that is normally caused by an injury. The bruise on your knee when you haven't bashed it, or the cut on your finger but haven't touched anything sharp. Is our soul or brain (even I'm confused at this point) trying to remind us of an injury from a previous existence to warn us of the pain? To make us recall those uncomfortable feelings so we try to avoid that repeat button? (no I am not obsessed with TV controls)!

Then there's love. Ah good old Aphrodite. The feeling when you're sitting in a bar and you look down the other end. You see someone who you recognise but have never met before. But you're sure you know who they are. Have you both transcended to this exact moment? Was it meant to be? Can love be that strong? Two people overcome all obstacles (even life and death) to be together. Being some way connected to that other individual. Your souls travelled through an endless pit of time and deepest, darkest Space to be together again. Surely too good to be true..?

People call me mature like a 'grandad'. I personally take that as a compliment (sorry to the Grandmas out there). I'm not physically old but I like to think I have a wise head on my shoulders. Full of knowledge and experience. Full of the answers to help people through any situation. But if you seem to be years ahead of your friends and family, well maybe you are. Remember your soul travels with you. You lived in a past life, it came with you to your present life, and will be there to guide you through any future lives you may have.

If we are living in a different time or space, maybe we don't belong where we are. If you ever think you will be happier elsewhere or doing a different job, maybe that's because you have done it. You were happier and more successful doing it in a past life. That feeling when you would do absolutely anything to go somewhere else or be someone else. Or perhaps you feel like there's something missing from your life but just can't identify what it is. You had that in a past life. Didn't you?

And just when you thought you had your life all figured out, you read this and ask yourself "Who am I?"

Food for thought (but don't take too long - another blog on Monday)!

Connor

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