Not exactly sure when I started to fully believe that our souls have the capacity to return. A few years ago, for some inexplicable reason, I had an “aha” moment. In a spontaneous burst of comprehension, I felt it in deep down in my own soul.
I have been here before.
Perhaps being in my sixth decade here on this planet has made me more introspective. I have expectations that if the end is nearing, yet hopefully not too soon, I will have yet another stab at life. This soul inside me needs to move on and finish what it started in its current corporeal state.
Sounds a bit creepy to think about it, though. The concept or belief that a soul can shift into another seems too far fetched. Too unreal. But I think, no I believe, that it does happen.
What perplexes me the most are the logistics. When did this recycled soul actually arrive? Did it swoosh in, at birth? Or did it occur at conception? Perhaps somewhere along the line, during gestation? And then, at death will it leave in a poof, only to enter another human form? Maybe. It makes sense. We as humans all need time to grow. Our soul needs to grow. Is one lifetime long enough to learn everything? Or do our souls need many lives in order to evolve into whom they are destined to become?
So, if indeed we do reincarnate, it could explain why we are so often drawn to the familiar. When we meet someone for the first time and there is an instant connection, does that mean we knew them in a past life? Were we friends, spouses, or family members before? The night I met my husband, I went back home and told my roommate that I had met the man I was going to marry. Not sure why. It was just a knowing feeling that had come over me. Were we once spouses? Eons ago? Fast forward, and 38 wonderful years together, maybe we were together before. In another lifetime. It explains so very much.
And why do we instantly love our children? Something magical happens the very first moment that you meet your child. Most often, seconds after birth, but for some, it might take a bit longer. It does grow though, in intensity, that connection that lies deeper than just the knowledge that you carried this child inside of you for nine months. Or if adopting, that the child in your arms knows somehow that you are family. Has that child’s soul been part of your life in the past?
I assume that all of these answers are there for us, in our next lifetime. Maybe. Until then, I hope that this soul inside of me right now is doing its very best. And that it will continue to do so when it finds its new home, once it is finished and ready to move forward.