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The picture? I'm working my way through photos of my lineage, focusing on the teachers whose work has influenced me and the teachers who influenced them in turn. I'm currently tracing my Martinist lineage. That's rendered complex by the Martinist tradition that one does not name one's initiator, so we'll have to go back via slightly less evasive routes. Last week's honoree, Dr. Gérard Encausse, who wrote about magic under the pen name Papus, didn't act alone in reviving the Martinist tradition and founding the Martinist Order; he had the capable assistance of this man, Augustin Chaboseau. Papus and Chaboseau were medical students together, and were startled to discover that each of them had received the Martinist initiation by way of two different lineages. They each initiated the other, and thereafter worked together to preserve and transmit the Martinist tradition. Chaboseau's wife Louise was famous in her own right as a leading French feminist, and one of the first female pharmacists in France.
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Past life
(Anonymous) 2023-07-24 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)I remember you suggested somewhere that the revelation of past lives heralds the last stages of incarnating materially. Could you speak more on that?
I posted this before but I had a strange past life experience about my presence and life in Rome at a synagogue there, after my Reiki level 2 initiation, even though I'm not jewish. I was able to connect the professional work I am doing today with what I was possibly doing then (and it would make sense why I have very advanced abilities in this sector).
Thought the details weren't as clear as yours and there were no images, I'm presuming more of this will reveal itself in time (as I keep up with my spiritual life).
Re: Past life
2) The reason we forget our previous lives during each incarnation is to keep us from transferring the bad habits and unhealthy relationships of one life to the next. As the process of human incarnation winds up, the personality starts to become -- in a certain sense -- transparent to itself, and glimpses of the individuality (the self that survives from life to life) begin to come through. With them come glimpses of past lives. Sustained spiritual practice at that point can increase the transparency of the personality, and thus the clarity of the memories.
3) That was certainly my experience. The first clear past life memory I ever had came when I was working as an aide in a nursing home, and it was my turn to help one of the patients go out onto the porch and smoke his pipe. I've never smoked -- I loathe tobacco, having grown up with a two-pack-a-day Benson & Hedges smoker for a father -- but I recalled with extraordinary vividness and clarity exactly what it was like to smoke a big old-fashioned pipe, how to draw the smoke into the mouth but not inhale it, what it felt like, and more. The pipe I remembered wasn't like the one the patient was smoking, either. I was startled, but I kept my attention on the memory, and gradually realized that the person who was smoking it didn't have my body. He was an old, rather fat man with a neatly trimmed beard, sitting in a room I'd never been in but somehow recognized, looking out the window at tall buildings against a gray winter sky. Over time, letting that memory unfold, I recalled some portions of that life -- and then other memories, and other lives, came through a little at a time.