Sometimes we can’t explain why we like or dislike something for no apparent reason, and maybe our past lives can account for that. On my own spiritual journey (which has been as rocky as Ernest Shackleton’s expedition to Antarctica) I have looked at why I was drawn to certain things and tried to find a rational explanation for them. Conversely I also looked at things I cannot bear, and in discovering some of my past lives I can begin to understand why.
One of my first realizations was when another Sensitive asked me if I hated water on my face. This is one of my pet hates that no one except my parents know of, as they struggled to wash my hair during my childhood, and if any water dripped onto my face I would scream. Naturally I avoid showers, and is related to a past life event where I was drowned as a witch. Over the years I have learned to live with it; at the hairdressers I keep a towel to hand if water strays, and when I am away I book rooms with bathtubs. My parents could never understood why I would freak out, and all I can say is the thought of an uncontrolled stream of water on my face still makes me feel very uncomfortable.
Recently I have come across articles or people mentioning things that have triggered memories, where there is a familiarity and an aura of calm. As a child I had an obsession with apple trees and begged my mother as a five-year-old to have one. She said it was too much work to keep and my request was denied. A month later she bought some plants she liked and planted them, unbeknown to her they were apple blossom and I had my apple tree after all. I’d also thrown my penny into the wishing well and made a wish to have an apple tree, and whether it was a coincidence or not who knows? Could I have manifested it at five-years-old when I didn’t even know what the word meant then? Three decades later, a past life was revealed to me where I discovered in that lifetime I owned an apple orchard. It was well documented and is where I apparently spent time to get peace. I visited the spot where the orchard would have been (this was three centuries ago), and I felt safe there even though today it is a park. The irony of it all is that I don’t actually eat apples, even as a child, which is why my parents were confused as to why I would want an apple tree. I could never explain my reasoning then, but I still find a sense of calm around apple trees, and apple juice (pure pressed) is my favorite drink.
Most spiritual people like incense and that slow music people have in the background to mediate to. Not I, I cannot stand either and both make me anxious, and I feel sick when I smell incense or hear the music. I never gave it any thought, and it was easy to avoid, and I even banned one flatmate from burning incense when it made me feel nervous, using the excuse of health and safety to stop her. I once went for a regression session and the healer tried to put on a CD with some soothing music, but it wouldn’t work. I told her not to bother as music doesn’t relax me, but actually annoys me. That session revealed a past life where I was sacrificed, which may or may not explain why I don’t like the music played in rituals, or the smell of incense. The healer assumed that’s why the CD player wasn’t working (even though it did an hour before). This also links in with what I recently discovered. I have always had a passion for chocolate; thick hot chocolate as a drink, and bars with no nuts or anything else in it. Some may say it’s a sugar addiction, but I enjoy eating chocolate and see it as a normal part of my life. Apparently in Mayan times a hot chocolate drink was drunk at rituals and used as a celebratory drink, as well as a currency. Has that habit passed down all these lives? I’m very discerning about the quality of chocolate I eat or drink, and would rather have a small cup of good quality hot chocolate (no milk) rather than a large one from a packet. Again, I’m not sure why I prefer this and whether it has any connection, but I no one knows how I acquired the taste, I just did of my own accord.
There can also be phobias that blend into the present life as well as the traits that brought calm and joy, and that’s when the Soul intuition can help out. In my case with the smell of incense I had a fight or flight response for no rational reason, and while I know I am not in danger of being sacrificed it’s more comfortable if I am kept away from the smell.
We can learn to adapt to these strange and unexplained habits, and perhaps we don’t need to know the origin of them, but many will have been watered down versions of how the Soul behaved in prior lives. It makes me feel less of a freak though knowing there maybe an explanation for why I have preferences and a distaste for other things for no discernable reason, and that’s what makes a Soul unique and eternal as it never forgets what it enjoys and what it needs to be wary of.
©2016. S. T. Alvyn.