Why in tarnation,reincarnation?
I am bringing this subject to the table because of  yet another intense coversation i had with my sister while visiting her at the psychiatric hospital.(she is diangnosed with paranoid scitsofrinia)anyhow,as a child she would always see ghosts,and have vivid nightmares.She had one reccuring dream,of what she later came to believe were really her memories of her past life.
  They started off as her as a little girl hiding in  a small attic that had been made into a makeshift bedroom,she is drawing something,a flower on a peice of paper when she heres this loud shouting in what sounded like a different language,but somehow she understood what they were saying,she then instintly hid under the bed,and there she saw black boots shuffly back and fourth,and a hand reaching out ti grab her: and then her dream abruptly ended.
I know what your thinking,"anne frank",right.Well no your wrong,she was 8 years of age back then she didnt  know what a nazi was let alone the horrific details of the Holocaust.
it wasn't till later on as she read the novel,and viewed documentaries tha she made this connection.
 She genuinly believes that people are reinarnated because they had unfunished buissness here on earth,that they didn't follow there destined path,because of the many distractions and road blocks that we all know life can bring,or that they created a sin,but were not inherently bad people,because they had not followed there dream,left there imprint on earth,
  personally the mear thought is beoutiful, being granted a second chance by a higher being. but like all theorys ,i see holes in it.What about those evil people,the petifiles,the serial killers,and all shades of evil in between,i have to believe that there are consiquences to our actions here on earth,that there is penance
that there is  a reward.
  And how is living  a multitude of lifetimes going to change anything if not aware of what happenned previosly!?!
She then deflects my questions with an outburst,"remember tobey".(our family dog)."thats right you were so little back then ."
(now before i continue with what she is about to say,although it may seem outrageous,the events she explains really did happen,my mother and father neighbours have told me,okay carry one)
"Well dad use'd to day Tobey was reincarnated,because every picture we ever took of him was blurred,no matter how still,asleep,or stoic he was.he said it was because his soul was to big for his body,it was bursting out.
Now of coures you know dad won the purple heart in WWII,so he had to put his spin on things.he said that tobey was a  young fallen souldier.
Tobey hated the sounds of gunshots,he would bark insanely at the t.v. whenever war footage was showed.Later on Tobey was murdered,piosoned by our neighbors,down the street,the same people that stole our bunny tappy and played with it outside the next day!my mother got it back of course.anywho,the crazy man was aressted,but i am getting off subject here.I believe that  dad was right ,that Tobey was a good person in his past life,but he may have commited sins,say during the war that consiquently brought him back as a lesser being,then when he finally served out his purpose
which was to help protect and love our turbulent family,and being met with yet another untimely ,tragic end;
he was brought back to life,if it was instanly then he could be anyone,in a certain age rage,your future husband,hell it could be Britney spears,she and he are tortured souls you know".
Well as you probably guessed that was my cue to leave,exit stage left,okaaay.We said our goodbyes,i dropped of her girlscout cokkies she requested,she then held me close,and sent me off with one of her famouse criptic messages:"i love you eternity,but if i ever find out your one of them,i will kill you."you know i still don't exactly know who "these people are that my mom and sister believe are out to get them,you see last time i came to visit her i had  my hair done differently,and i was waring the more than usual casual clothing and she refused to see me,claiming that i was an inposter pretending to be me"one of them".I  right you this snapshot of my life,not to make light of my sisters condotion,or belittle budist relgion,i have the utmost respect for both,but the mysteries of the mind and its intricisies will always be that unsolved puzzle that sits on the shelf that you wish you had the time,intellegence,and and energy to figure out.
At least we no,no matter who you choose to worship that ,there his a higher power looking out for us all,on that note,i goota get some breakfast,i'm starving.