“From mirror after mirror
No vanity’s displayed:
I’m looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.”
– W.B. Yeats
“We are spirits clad in veils.”
– Christopher P. Cranch
The dead walk among the living, and you do not see them. We’ve all, with few exceptions, lived many lives by now, cast off old or damaged bodies like shells left on sand. We freely and with joy dart back to the place we came from. I don’t believe in the Other Side any more than I believe in reincarnation. For me, that’s like saying I believe in the vase of flowers on my desk or a bottle of water I’m drinking. I know. I vaguely (and probably it’s a good thing) recall who I was and am before this body was created, see glimpses of her in dreams and visions. I remember also pieces of one specific past life. We are a trinity, the three of us. Athlynne the soul, Amber the writer, and a girl everyone called Antoine before History stamped her with a hated name.
I believe, I have to believe that in this life I remember these things for a reason. That life so long (a blink of an eye) ago, the Other Side teacher, and the body typing this paragraph. My quest is to find that reason. I’m making progress already. I’ve found a few dear friends and family members from that life, and I still love them, but I think there’s more to be discovered. My quest is lifelong, my Holy Grail is knowledge. I can go alone…or you can join me.
“Forget not that I shall come back to you. A little while, and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body. A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.”
– Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet