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I have begun looking at a topic that I didnt ‘t believe. I’m sure there are millions who don’t believe either, but come to find out there are millions who do. For some people this is ranked right along side UFO’s. Reincarnation is the belief you keep coming back to this earth until you have learned the lessons you need to learn.
I just completed reading a book by Brian L.Weiss, M.D. called “Many Lives, Many Masters”. It is a true story of Dr Weiss who is a prominent psychiatrist and one of his patients. Dr. Weiss had tried all the conventional methods of therapy which didn’t work on this trouble woman. He decided to try Past-Life Therapy since he’d been reading about it. That therapy changed the life of the woman but also his belief system. It is a book worth reading.
I have had an experience in my life that I couldn’t explain, but after reading and talking to other people, I know think it is explained. Let me tell you the story and you judge for yourself. I have always liked to travel and see new things but I have always been drawn to National cemetaries. I have visited many and I have always experienced a profound, almost numbing sadness. I would walk among the tombstones reading the names, one after another.
I was working as a contract nurse in Greenwood Ms. in 1995. I decided on my days off that I was going to go see the Vicksburg National Park. I made the tour of the park with a heavy heart thinking how could men do this to each other and the land they were supposed to have loved. I had no intention of going to the National cemetary, but I was drawn there like a moth to light.
You drive through the gates and on each side of the road is row after row of marble markers. I could hardly drive because of all the emotions bubbling inside of me. When I reached the last row of stones on the left hand side, I had to stop and get out of my truck. I started walking and reading names, when I came upon one Confederate officer grave (I can’t remember his name) I broke down into hysterical crying. I remember my mind telling me this is crazy but I couldn’t stop. When I got back in my truck I spoke out loud, “this man is the other half of me”. I have never been able to explain my reaction. I haven’t had the need to visit another National cemetary, but that experience has never left me. My question is, “Was he my husband during the Civil War? What do you think?