I’m always interested in the positive reactions to this story. I think it’s quite good, but it also terrifies me. Living a hundred billion lives, many of them mindbendingly horrible, and getting mind wiped after each one, sounds like Hell.
I believe in past lives. You won't believe me, or you may think I'm delusional or very imaginative, but I remember some of my past lives.
One of my most vivid memories: I was a woman in some country in Africa. I lived in a hut which was some torn concrete fixed up with mud and a thatched roof. I had two sons-- one was about three, and the other was a baby. I don't know where my husband was in these memories, but I remember that i liked him-- like I was growing fond of him, because perhaps I wasn't sure before? I remember carrying the baby in my arms. He was my favorite (I had a bad feeling about the older boy). So I remember constantly looking into the baby's eyes to see if he still had sweetness. I don't remember their names and I don't remember the time period. Bad stuff happened and I died young and I don't know what happened to my boys.
I believe I only remember what's relevant to me in this life, and that souls aren't just reincarnated on Earth. I don't believe in karma, just life/soul lessons.
That’s cool, but it’s uncool that it doesn’t seem to actually work, and I have to spend trillions of years living through the consequences without the ability to learn from my mistakes.
Of course you don't remember it, that's part of the point. If you remembered it, you'd treat yourself better because you'd know it was you. The lesson is about how you behave when you don't know that.
