reincarnation

Flashes of my past lives kept crawling across my vision. I had Akima__ laugh, Eve__ blind ability to love, and Marrah__ unwavering belief in family. I was all of these women and none of them. Their souls carried along inside of me but unmistakable from my own.I saw their lives in pieces, their triumphs and sorrows, loved ones gained and lost. They were all different yet somehow the same. We were sisters and daughters, lovers and wives.Pacey O'Brien-Lilith

With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all, a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil.

If the soul is immortal then it is one with the Godhead.

They have to know, for we know , that reincarnation is real.

It is through your experience you find out who you really are and who you are is from finding your own experience who really defines you.

And if I forget how many times I have been here, and in how many shapes, this forgetting is the necessary interval of darkness between every pulsation of light. I return in every baby born.

In life, you have 3 choices. Give up, give in, or give it your all.

I Only Believe What I See But I Question Everything I Hear

I want an avowed atheist in the White House. When time comes to push that button, I want whoever's making the decision to understand that once it's pushed, it's over. Finito. They're not gonna have lunch with Jesus. Won't be deflowering 72 virgins on the great shag carpet of eternity, or reincarnated as a cow. I want someone making that decision who believes life on this Earth isn't just a dress rehearsal for something better -- but the only shot we get.

They were different colors: the right one blue, the left green. And her face in the light of the candle on the table startled me at first, just as it had in the icy night air. After seeing it on the street, I was afraid I had only imagined it: a still, luminous face with a silvery sheen. Finely hewn, with a long, straight nose and a wide mouth, it was nearly identical to another face, which I had photographed years before. Not on a person, bu on the fragment of a frieze I found in some ruins near Verona, The frieze, which depicted a band of musicians, had once been shadowed beneath a cornice high on the temple of Mercury, god of magic. Belonging to one of the musicians, it was a riveting face - like a puzzle that could not be solved - which I had never found, or expected to find, on a living woman.

That's the life, she said to me, as we watched a puppy chase its own tail. That's what I want to be next.I had laughed. you would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else.I need you, she replied.Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.

She brought her hand to his chest. His chiseled musclesresponded to her touch, and a moan escaped her as he clutched hertighter. Calisto__ fingers slid through her hair, and her lips parted, hertongue tasting him, tangling with his until her knees buckled.Dear God, this man could kiss.

You made it clear you did not want to discuss the past with him. I followed through on your request.___y beating him senseless?__alisto looked at Tom, then back to her. __erhaps he never had any sense to begin with.

The monsignor called after him, __f I am to blame, then why have I not met the same fate as Brother Mentigo and Brother De Cardina before him? Why am I still alive?__alisto glared over his shoulder at the monsignor and growled. __ecause there are worse punishments than death. Live with your guilt, old man. May it rot in your heart and kill you slowly for manyyears to come.

He__ given up his mortality, his soul, for this moment, this second chance, and if she fell in love with him again, he needed to know it was real.

Fate and destiny go hand in hand. It is impossible to change our destiny. Only the path upon which we walk to reach our destination alters. If we should stray from that path, fate will take control and guide us in the right direction.

Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you__e met them before?

He had a thousand-year-old stare.