My Pre(ior)(to)/re/incarnations and/or such

I had the thoughts, sharing that thought with a friend of mine, which lead me to the thought that we were maybe once a single soul in a prior incarnation, that prior to this incarnation i was a nazi in the third reich and after that, because of me getting the chance or me waqnting to repair that karma (that showing gods mercy and love for all its creatures, even satan), becomming a hippy in prder to repair that karma, but i also think that i died of an overdose of heroin or been murdered or both and me thinking that carlos castaneda then interrupted the revolution and my mission with his books and attitude.

That could be quiet possible since after healing an older man in the looneybin, he gifted me a christian book where there’s a fotography in it, seemingly out of the sixties, which seems to be on the footsteps of an american university and a guy sitting there on the steps that totally looks like me with the same jacket i have now and similar clothing style!

I also think that carlos is again responsible with his books for the interruption of the revolution and my mission, because of the incident in palenque and now maybe secret societies (as we know secret societies also recruit doctors and politicians, see free(!) masons) applying cc`s knowledge of an alternative death (not a physical one) through isolation and contactdeprivation, by using the lockdown and keeping people at home, and social distancing, and masks, as Mr. Droste admitted in an interview, that the masks have little to no efficacy in containering the virus, and the isolation possibly is useless because at least in the supermarket things get touched by other people and the cashier and so on and washing hands is not enough to kill of a virus that could be anywhere on the body (see hands), and because of free roaming cats and dogs, and the virus possibly could also be everywhere you can imagine (streets, see china and so forth desinfecting streets)!

But sometimes I think that i am only one astral lightyear old, resembling maybe a billion earth years and spending that time in heaven to prepair for my mission, also because of me thinking being the lamb, or Jesus Christ (i sometimes think Jesus Christ has been divided into three parts, the lamb, the christ and another, so that he can hide and not attract too much attention, so he won’t get crucified no more) or maybe maytreya but I later found out that just their astral/spiritselves enterd my body and on another occasion Jesus or maybe god wanted to give me/merge me with a duplicate/piece of or maybe a new christ-energy-consciousness so that I can heal, but it was so intense and i was so weak and/or scared that i almost screamed and it was aborted.

Sometimes I also Knew that I was reincarnetd from another planet as I knew where my starsystem is and showed it to my hippyfriends in Zipolite.

Sometiems I also think of myself being a Jew that got gassed in WWII and now incarnated that the System can repair its Karma.

Sometimes I even think that i was once a greek philosopher or such.

That i am or was a chosen one or a little bit special, i somehow recognised intuitively though it was not very conscious in my self just subtel in the fact that my yougoslavian grand grand mothers and grand mothers always loved me very very much and wanted to kiss my eyes and hands and so forth and them intuitively knowing who i am but to this day i still don’t know who i am though in the looneybin the storytellerette foreshadowed that i’m „favourit child number one“ (of god) and on one occasion when we where stoned with my hippyfriends someone told a story of zen master that told his desciples that some people have more consciousness in their little finger than the whole amount of humankind and me lifting my little finger and bending it and as i saw some golden light shining out of it everybody started to laugh joyfully!

But maybe I am a litlle bit of that all, who knows, but it actually doesn’t matter, since the life in the moment should matter!

Now god finally released me from my duties of healing, though it let me know, that i still could heal a little if it is neccessary, because of my massive suffering and me thinking also because i’m in a different world and he allows me now to go after my passions and also let me repose!

I am not trying to self agrand me with telling that story but i have the urge to tell somebody and relieve me.

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