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"Creata used to be my home planet. Having reached her limit of 9 billion people, our Planetary Government was looking for ways of sustaining such huge numbers. A reluctant pioneer, they turned me into a tool to be used for their ultimate goal of leaving their planet. I am Han and these are my stories . . . "
Saturday, 25 November 2017
Total Recall of Past Lives #ChroniclesofHan
Total Recall of Past Lives
I was asked why people do not recall
all of their previous lives in a new incarnation. This is but one of the
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book, Engaging Chlophilia: "Why do you not speak to us? Why do you
not confide in us what you know, what upsets you so?" Kosima asked me.
"A long time ago Racewater asked me the same type of question.
He wished to know what I see and why I do not share what I know. I am giving
you the same answer I had given him.
For my function I must know more than any living person would
ever need to know in any incarnation.
Only a tiny amount of the information I need, or are aware of, is
intended to be used by Creatans.
That which is meant for you, I give freely when it is the time to
do so. That which is not meant for you, will stay with me and be my burden to
bear, no matter how difficult or hard it is to do so."
She hugged me close, placing her forehead against the back of my
"But you suffer alone in your agony of things we can not
even start to comprehend. Can you . . . at least . . . describe some of it so
we may understand and be sympathetic to your cause when you are not
I lay there, contemplating if it would be wise to at least let
them know some of what I struggled with.
Kosima worked her hand in under my cotton shirt to stroke my
chest, gently tracing the outlines of my scar.
"Universal things" I told her. "I am aware of the
ripples we create with our daily actions and thoughts, as well as where it
touches other areas of creation.
I am aware of the work going on behind the veils, within the
formless areas where time does not exist.
I battle with the demons of the memories and reminders of my own
lives lived before.
I draw lines to events happening here that had happened before,
which left me with knowledge on how to deal more appropriately with situations
in my current incarnation.
Of these lives I so clearly remember, almost nothing is allowed
to be shared, with people here.
It is a curse, and I guess, a blessing, to remember most of your
lives and adventures while in incarnated form.
But it does interfere many times with what I am supposed to be
doing. The emotions are still intense in many of them and the memories acute
and excruciatingly clear, most of the time, when I concentrate on it, or are
reminded specifically of an event."
She listened to me, processing the information.
"And these previous memories, you can not contain them or
"I manage to do so, most of the time. Then it becomes a
jumble of vague images, a cloud drifting at the back of my mind, threatening to
burst open in lightning bolts and pouring with emotion.