Prof. C.D. BROAD, Cambridge University:
The theory of pre-existence and the plurality of lives should be taken very seriously, both on philosophical grounds, and as furnishing a reasonable motive for right action. We shall behave all the betterif we act on the assumption that we may survive; that actions which tend to strengthen and enrich our characters in this life will probably have a favourable influence on the dispositions with which we begin our next lives; and that actions which tend to disintegrate our characters in this life will probably cause us to enter our next life 'halt and maimed'.
What we were yesterday has fashioned us today, and what we are today will colour our tomorrows.
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou knowest, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawl and cry...
When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
..................Shakespeare, King Lear
More than men have walked these shores in twilight.
More Gods than ours have risen altars fair.
The Earth is full of songs, not of our singing.
There are worlds about us in which we have no share.
Between each ticking of the clock long centuries pass
In universes other than our own.
Whilst the eons of our time are less than breath,
Or the stir of a leaf by the wind blown.
Past life therapists have demonstrated that it pays to widen the frame of psychology far beyond a single lifetime.
... In this widened frame birth is not the start of the timeline..... it is a door, through which an experienced soul enters, carrying the baggage and lessons of past lifetimes.
- Carol Bowman ... Children's Past Lives
On an Orphic Tomb
To him who purified would break this vicious round
And breathe once more the air of heaven, Greeting!
There in the courts of Hades thou wilt find
Leftward a beckoning Cypress, tall and bright,
From out whose root doth flow the waters of Oblivion.
Approach it not, guard thy thirst awhile,
For on the other hand and further, wells
From bottomless pools the limpid stream of memory,
Cool, full of refreshment. To its guardian cry thus;
I am the child of Earth and starry Sky.
Know that I too am heavenly, but parched!
I perish, so give me then and quickly, that clear draught
Of ice cold Memory! And from that fountainhead divine
Straightway theyll give thee drink, quaffing the which
Thou with other Heroes eternally shall rule.
Much poetry today has tendencies toward inward pondering,
and is heavily influenced by modern pop music which
leans toward egocentric expressions of discontent and
frustration. The true spiritual poem on the
other hand perceives outwards, using
metaphors and symbols that often irritate
those inclined to more concrete expressions of reality.
|From Chagton - The Ancient Wisdom
Were you born once in winter,
In Europes ice and snow,
When villages were dark at night
and wolves roamed round the towering hills?
Or, dark skinned, did your swaddling cry
pierce Egypt's early dawn?
How many birthdays come and gone,
how many homelands each your own?
How many loves have whispered through
the patterns of your mind?
How many sons and daughters have grown
from your womb or loins?
What voices merge with mine
to wish you happy birthday,
and what loves within your past
lay out a feast of cakes and wine?
. :Jane Roberts
From: To an Athlete Dying Young.
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows.
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those ?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain.
The happy highways where I went,
And cannot come again.