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November 2009 
Re-incarnation
Posted on Oct 17th, 2008
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Karin Maree
Karin Maree
A coughing fit has me awake at 4.30, so I thought I would blog about what’s been on my mind….re-incarnation.
I had a fascination with weird things ever since I was a child and I read all sorts of subjects that were outside the beliefs of the religion I was raised in. I devoured books about witches, spontaneous human combustion and Kurlian photography. I was a weird kid.
A series of traumatic events left me in a bit of a mess in my late teens.I ran away from home and ended up living in the spare room of a man who became a great friend and mentor. To support myself I started doing some door to door sales. One day I knocked on the door of a tiny woman wearing a head scarf. She kindly asked me to come in, with a strong European accent. I stood on her doorstep gripped with fear. The poor woman must have thought I was mad! Then I just turned and ran and kept running. Some time later, the team leader eventually found me wondering the streets and put me in the van and took me home. I was unable to return to work and gripped with irrational fear. One day I sat for 3 hours, wrapped in a towel, on the floor of the bathroom, totally unable to move. I had gone to open the door and had a vision of a small woman wearing a head scarf, brandishing a carving knife on the other side.
This image of a ‘crazy’ little woman waving a knife wouldn’t leave me.
Fortunately the lovely man I shared house with was an ex-Scientologist and several of his friends were practicing Scientologists. They told me I was having a ‘restimulation’ based on a past life. I am eternally grateful to them for the work they did to help me through. I credit them with my life, because at that point I truly thought I was going insane and had become suicidal.
After a few sessions I discovered a memory of a past life where I was a young Russian peasant girl. My mother, a small, thin woman who wore a head scarf, had bravely fought off soldiers with a carving knife. She lost her life trying to save mine. They murdered her right in front of me, then I was raped and killed. It didn’t take very long to realize the series of events that led to my ‘restimulation’.
Since that first rather painful memory, I have had quite a lot of less dramatic experiences. I have a fondness for Egyptian artefacts and vague memories of a life there. Mostly, I have been amazed at the people I have met throughout my life that ‘I just know’ fondly, feeling deep friendship with a total stranger. It is encounters like that that make me think …. ‘Have I met them before?’
So there you have it…..I believe in re-incarnation.
(I have blogged about it before, but not quite as much detail)
Oh and don’t believe all the hype and rubbish on the TV.
I am very supportive of my dear Scientology friends and eternally grateful…I wouldn’t be here without them!
I had a fascination with weird things ever since I was a child and I read all sorts of subjects that were outside the beliefs of the religion I was raised in. I devoured books about witches, spontaneous human combustion and Kurlian photography. I was a weird kid.
A series of traumatic events left me in a bit of a mess in my late teens.I ran away from home and ended up living in the spare room of a man who became a great friend and mentor. To support myself I started doing some door to door sales. One day I knocked on the door of a tiny woman wearing a head scarf. She kindly asked me to come in, with a strong European accent. I stood on her doorstep gripped with fear. The poor woman must have thought I was mad! Then I just turned and ran and kept running. Some time later, the team leader eventually found me wondering the streets and put me in the van and took me home. I was unable to return to work and gripped with irrational fear. One day I sat for 3 hours, wrapped in a towel, on the floor of the bathroom, totally unable to move. I had gone to open the door and had a vision of a small woman wearing a head scarf, brandishing a carving knife on the other side.
This image of a ‘crazy’ little woman waving a knife wouldn’t leave me.
Fortunately the lovely man I shared house with was an ex-Scientologist and several of his friends were practicing Scientologists. They told me I was having a ‘restimulation’ based on a past life. I am eternally grateful to them for the work they did to help me through. I credit them with my life, because at that point I truly thought I was going insane and had become suicidal.
After a few sessions I discovered a memory of a past life where I was a young Russian peasant girl. My mother, a small, thin woman who wore a head scarf, had bravely fought off soldiers with a carving knife. She lost her life trying to save mine. They murdered her right in front of me, then I was raped and killed. It didn’t take very long to realize the series of events that led to my ‘restimulation’.
Since that first rather painful memory, I have had quite a lot of less dramatic experiences. I have a fondness for Egyptian artefacts and vague memories of a life there. Mostly, I have been amazed at the people I have met throughout my life that ‘I just know’ fondly, feeling deep friendship with a total stranger. It is encounters like that that make me think …. ‘Have I met them before?’
So there you have it…..I believe in re-incarnation.
(I have blogged about it before, but not quite as much detail)
Oh and don’t believe all the hype and rubbish on the TV.
I am very supportive of my dear Scientology friends and eternally grateful…I wouldn’t be here without them!
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