have recollections of two past lives and in each I was
the first I was about eighteen or twenty and had a wife
and a small baby whom I would hold aloft and twirl around
when I returned home. We lived in a house that was built
above the ground on stilts. I was very proud of my bamboo
armour and liked to test it out in friendly combat.
Another practice we had was to fight with long bamboo
poles and we were excellent horesmen.
one of the warrior codes of my strange society was that
only family members could place their hand on my head
to touch my hair. To do otherwise gave me the right
to chop off the offender's head. I had just inherited
my father's property which included tracts of land,
buildings and slaves. I told the other landowners that
I was against slavery and was going to free my men.
However, they would still work for me because they had
nowhere else to go. The older landowners objected to
my new way of thinking and, in the process, I got my
own head chopped off.
felt no pain. Then I saw a man in a white suit, much
like today's fashion, standing next to me. "Come
on" he said, "It's time to go. I've been sent
to escort you back to that other place. You no longer
belong in this world."
about my wife and baby?" I replied. "Who's
going to look after them? And what is that thing everyone's
wife and baby will make their own way in the world as
everyone must," he answered. "And that thing
the men are kicking around is your head."
the second recollection of a past life, I am a Chinese
middle-class gentleman practising acupuncture. I am
sitting outside on some steps overlooking a stretch
of water. Around me are a group of students and others
of my own age. I am leaning over a man with his shirt
pulled down, demonstrating a new acupuncture point that
I have discovered. Suddenly I feel a terrible pain in
my lower back on the left side and realize I've been
stabbed by one of my companions who was jealous, perhaps,
of my achievment. No man in a white suit this time.
It just ends there.
Posted June 16, 2009