The Belief in a Past Life

We all do things that we don't really understand. We have inner fears that can't seem to be explained, such as a irrational fear of rabbits, crossing the street, or loud sudden noises. We go through our everyday lives always asking why we fear taking the elevator and prefer to take the stairs. We can't seem to explain it externally. So maybe its only something that can be explained internally.

I myself have a small phobia of fires. I say small because I can handle a candle burning. I even will be a curious bystander when a fire breaks out somewhere that isn't my own home. However, I do have an innate fear of dying in a fire happening in my own home. I had mentioned earlier about having a fear of loud noises...Well when I was little, and sometimes even now, I get nervous if I know a loud noise is coming...i.e.: a fire alarm.

I know what you are thinking..."Everyone fears dying in a fire". Yes, true. But I always thought it was an irrational fear to have. Fire is a part of nature. (earth, wind, fire, water). Well, I did not think much of my fear until about 2 days ago when I went to my meditation class. Now before you go judging...please keep an open mind. If you believe in things such as reincarnation, then please, by all means, keep reading. If you do not believe in it, you have two choices... you can stop right here and go on with your mundane existence...or...you can keep reading with an open mind.

During this meditation class, we were told we were going to visit a past life. Now if you have ever meditated before, you know how relaxed your body gets. Anyway, we were told to go through a door, this door led to the past. I remember being in my meditative state and not wanting to open up this door. Almost as if I truly feared what was on the other side. However, I mustered up the courage and opened the door. On the other side was a lush green field. Very peaceful. In front of me was a large stone wall. I walked up to the wall and saw something small sticking out of it. It was a small ring. I looped my finger around it and pulled. Out popped an old key. I examined the key and written on it was the name "Leslie" and the date 4/12/08. At first I thought, well that's boring...I only went back to 2008? What a jip. But then after we got were brought out of our meditative states, I thought about the date for a while. Maybe. just maybe...it was 1908.

That night, I went home and googled the date 4/12/08. I thought to myself... that is such a random day. Nothing big probably happened. Well I was wrong. On April 12, 1908, a huge fire...yes I said fire...broke out in a shoe warehouse in Chelsea, MA. Now you are probably thinking...what does this have to do with you, Alex? And more importantly.. who is/was Leslie? Well that is my next step. About a dozen people died in the fire, and several went missing, presumed dead. Plus many injuries. Now I am not going to jump to the conclusion that I was once a young woman names Leslie who either died in a fire or was injured in a fire, but now I feel compelled to find more information on this fire. If someone named Leslie did indeed die in this fire at a shoe factory in Chelsea, MA in 1908...then I am connected to her in some unexplainable way.

I will blog about it more as I get more details.

Thanks for reading and keeping an open mind.

Love,
Me.