My Past-life as a Roman Soldier
I have had numerous past-life memories. Nearly all of them have happened spontaneously while I am fully awake. Suddenly, unexpectedly, while in a fully conscious state, I “jump into” a higher dimension where I am able to access a previous life. During this recall I am simultaneously aware of my current physical being, yet, am fully immersed in the previous life.
These experiences are “real” beyond real. All of my senses are not only involved, but are actually heightened.
Yet, for many, the validity of remembering a past-life is, quite frankly, far-fetched. Past-life memories are most commonly attributed to fantasy or false memories.
However, cutting –edge research into past-life memories is making inroads. Jim Tucker, MD, current researcher and an associate psychiatry professor at the UVA Medical Center’s Division of Perceptual Studies (DOPS), believes the theory of non-locality (non-local consciousness) may explain how memories of one person might transfer to another lifetime.
Tucker asserts: “The discovery of quantum physics indicates the physical world is affected by, and even derived from the non-physical, from consciousness. If that’s true, then consciousness doesn’t require a three-pound brain to exist, and so there’s no reason to think that consciousness would end with it. It’s conceivable that in some way consciousness could be expressed in a new life.”
The past-life memory I share below was exceedingly impactful. It revealed to me the root of my abhorrence to violence in my current incarnation. In this lifetime, I feel physical ill when a violent scene occurs on a television show. I become highly anxious if I see an individual being treated unkindly, and am obsessed with justice.
Past-life memory of Roman soldier
June 14, 2011
Perhaps my loathing to violence is rooted in my past life as a highly esteemed Roman soldier. Recalling this life appalls me. I have always regarded the Roman Empire as an imperialist society who glorified violence. Gladiatorial combatants entertained bloodthirsty audiences, battling fellow gladiators, wild animals, and condemned criminals. Roman emperors were, by and large, infamous for tyrannical reigns of often perverse violence. Just thinking about this fierce, often sadistic empire sickens me.
I always believed (or wanted to believe) that I had lived a glorious life in ancient Greece, a society unparalleled for its philosophical, artistic, scientific, political, and metaphysical contributions to Western society. A peaceful civilization, home to numerous great and historically unforgettable names: Hippocrates, Euclid, Pythagoras, Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates. Thus, imagine my repulsion when I spontaneously recalled a life in ancient Rome, described below.
I am a powerfully built soldier in the prime of my life, handsome, well educated, and possessed with an innate, commanding presence. I am standing on the stairs of a sacred temple, overlooking a forum, an ancient type of civic center. A throng of perhaps 1,000 individuals are wildly cheering my triumphant, victorious return from Caesar’s Civil War. I am dressed in a white tunic. A red paludamentum (a cloak or cape fastened at one shoulder, worn by military commanders) is draped around my shoulders. I look down at my feet, covered in high-quality leather sandals. It is a warm, cloudless day.
However, I do not feel like a hero. I feel like an imposter. I am, by nature, a kind, fair, and insightful man. Yet, I had allowed culture and familial expectations to push me into a life of violence. How had this happened? I was sickened by the knowledge that as a high-ranking soldier, I had ordered the killing of countless human beings. I felt conflicted, disgusted with myself, and immeasurably sad. As suddenly as it began, that life faded, and I was once again in my current incarnation.
I consider myself lucky that this (and numerous others) past-life memories occurred when I was a child, so that my worldview was transformed early in life. I’ve always realized that as interconnected beings, we must treat one another with kindness, respect, and without judgment.