Ramayana

Past life à gogo

Identity is mostly just a story you tell yourself about yourself. And it should be a true story.

For some, Ascension changes the story to be a longer one, and it can do so in multiple ways. When you can remember and summon up past lives, you have an expanded identity, but it doesn’t actually change that much. This is mysterious, and can teach us much.

I started my ascension process very noticeably (to me) in 2012. I had spiritual experiences, was pelted with refreshing ideas that came up suddenly and revolutionary to upend my tired ones. I wasn’t so bad before, but I started liking myself better. I found myself in possession of an increased spirit of uprightness and measured fairness, and a willingness to forgive if I thought that would be the healthier choice for me. Some of the shapes in my face started changing (note: this won’t happen to everyone who ascends, and I’m told can be prevented in cases where people don’t want it), and I liked the new ones even better than I’d liked the original shapes. In 2017, I started to spontaneously remember some of my past lives, which kicked into high gear in 2019 when I first read the Ramayana and noticed that I could remember that time.

After that, I started to channel past lives when they came up. Sometimes I’d walk around somehow rendering one of the many people I used to be. Old stories make themselves known, and long past personalities emerge. Sometimes the memories are sad, and I cry about those old wounds until I don’t anymore. It’s important to remember not to blame nor seek to punish other people here now for things that their other lives they had before did to me, even if I pick up on having suffered old crimes and miseries. I know they’re not those people anymore, and I hope that they learned to do better in subsequent lifetimes. I did. Overall, it’s a very cool experience, remembering and channeling past lives immersively and vividly, and it’s an ability I always wondered about. If reincarnation were true, would that be possible?

Some of my past lives bring skills and knowledge with them. Some of my past lives were doctors, often in China but just as often from somewhere else. Some of my past lives were famous actors and actresses, and they tell me they think they could still do exciting things through me creatively, given the right chances. Some of them want to try to live my life alongside me, in a sense. This can happen. I’ve made it clear to them that this lifetime is for good, and that I will not compromise.

There are some indications that there may be a darker side to past lives being activated in certain cases, especially during the time of the Apocalypse. Some people may be experiencing characteristics from some of their past lives that cause them to have terrible habits, vicious sensibilities, and perhaps even, in some sense, the vacated consciences of those now dead. This seems to be a mechanism of the Apocalypse much more than a mechanism of Ascension. It may also be related to the Luciferian Doctrine expiring. These experiences are to be banished and rejected, as they do not seem to support good behavior or justice.

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Rama and Sita

The Ramayana is based on real events that took place during the Dvapara Yuga (a time period with roughly twice as much dharma as we have known in the Kali Yuga). It is about Vishnu being born as a prince named Rama, who was destined to rid the world of an evil warlord who could only be killed by a human. In the poem, you can see that even if they weren’t perfect, most of the people in the story put effort into doing the right thing and tended to be good and gracious to one another. The end of the poem is very sad, though, and dharma seems to collapse, causing a lot of tragedy.

Whether Rama and his wife Sita separated at the end of their difficulties in and leading up to Lanka depends on where you ask. It’s different in some cities and households and times than others. I believe and have recovered the information that the tradition that says that Rama and Sita stayed together permanently after she was rescued from the warlord’s grasp is the accurate one.

The tragic ending of Valmiki’s Ramayana, which I believe was adapted in during the Kali Yuga, brings up important feminist questions. They may have been particularly historically or socially relevant questions at that time.

Rama and Sita are known throughout the world as models of a good king and queen, and as good parents. Rama was the Gemini Christ by the same time metric where Jesus is known as the Piscean Christ, Gautama Buddha was the Aries Christ, and Krishna was the Taurean Christ.

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The Winning of Sita

The bride sits on her velvet throne.
Her red sari is heavy with gold,
drawn ’round her jasmine-plaited hair.
It hides her smooth brow,
shining with rubies and pearls,
and her large eyes
turned within.

Her jeweled feet rest in rose petals.
Garlands twine a canopy above
the narrow-waisted,
the envy of maidens,
King Janaka’s daughter.

Mithila’s bravest princes
gather at her feet.
The bronzed arms
of two hundred heroes
flex with pride and glory.
Who will lift Shiva’s bow
and claim her?

She smiles at none.
Her veiled eyes do not reveal
her secret desire.


Twenty thousand blow their conches and ring their bells
when the first man bends to lift the bow
glittering in the morning sun.
But when the evening star rises above
the dim embers of the sinking orb,
the bow lies in the dust still,
unmoved, none dare whisper.

Then the golden Prince of Ayodhya
enters the city of Sita.
Her breath soaks inward,
collected in a quiet pool,
and the air hangs heavy
over the earth standing still.

In one swinging motion Rama raises the bow,
bends the ends of infinity,
and cracks the waiting silence.
Her eyes, still inward, see the sun.

— From The Ramayana by Valmiki, translated by Linda Egenes and Kumuda Reddy


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