CAN WE STILL TALK TO OUR DEAR DEAD AFTER THEY'VE REINCARNATED?

A friend emailed me a question:

When a loved one passes and we believe we can talk to them or it may be just how we honour their life, but if they reincarnate, what should we do then?    Just stop talking to them? 

I thought my answer/s might be of wider interest:

You are confusing soul and personality. The soul is much bigger than the person you meet in life (who is an aspect of that soul). 

You can continue talking to the soul, and in the aspect to which you related during your present life. 

The reincarnated being is a different aspect, or focus, of the soul, pushing itself out into this physical reality. It is not personalities which reincarnate. But because they are part of the same soul, they can access memories of other incarnated personalities of that soul; and this often causes people to believe and speak as if it is the same personality which reincarnates over and over. 

However the soul is always present in every aspect of itself, so you are still talking to the truth of that person — and the soul also has all the memories and feelings of their interaction with you in this lifetime. 

That was my initial reply to my friend; then I had further thoughts:

This leaves aside the question of how you would know they had reincarnated anyway! Perhaps you get a strong feeling that a new family member is the deceased person returned?

I think it’s important to relate to the new personality as the new. I have many indications that my cat Levi is the reincarnation of my wonderful dog, Flint. However, it wouldn’t be much use to Levi to try and relate to him in exactly the same way as I did to the Flint incarnation. He’s a cat now, which is a far more practical way for him to be with me in my present circumstances; and his needs are those of a feline. Also his personality is not quite identical — naturally enough.

You must work it out for yourself. I just naturally (without even thinking about it) stopped talking to Flint at about the time Levi must have been born, though I did not know of his existence until seven months later when he came to be mine.

When I talk to Levi telepathically, I do sometimes acknowledge in passing that he used to be my beloved dog. In those moments I am perhaps talking to the soul. However, I mostly talk to Levi’s inner being or Higher Self, which is not quite the same thing, being to do with this current self.

In the case of [my late husband] Andrew, I happen to know that he has entered into his angelic being (his true soul origin, as he was an incarnated angel or earth-angel as we call them). So in his case, I still chat away happily to the personality I remember, knowing that he is in some part still that person while simultaneously being an angel.

When love has connected us with other beings, that connection  — even if it is no longer conscious — cannot be broken.

Was I Tutankhamen?

There — how’s that for a heading to have everyone convinced I’m a self-aggrandising nutter? We all know how everyone who believes in past lives thinks they’ve been someone famous, and no-one’s ever been anonymous and ordinary.

Well, actually I have recalled some very ordinary, anonymous lives. There was the fat German housewife with lots of children, a love of gossip and a fairly disappointing marriage. There was the itinerant Chinese vegetable seller, a young man with neither education nor prospects. And others more interesting but equally forgotten by history.

In fact I don’t think I was any of them, in the sense of being the same identity repackaged and recycled. That’s not how I view reincarnation. I think of the soul as being a very vast entity, pushing this focus of itself out into this reality.  (Theoretically, then, one could meet another aspect of one’s soul during this — or any — particular lifetime.) This means that I might be able to access the memories of any other aspect of the same soul, but could not claim that I — this identity / personality / ego — WAS that other identity / personality / ego.

OK, so I wasn’t King Tut. However, during one soul regression, I most certainly had a vivid experience of being in his body and feeling his feelings.  I — let us say ‘I’, as that’s what it felt like at the time — was standing in the temple, watching adoringly as my father Akhnaten performed the ritual. The temple had a huge opening in the roof, through which we could all see the blazing sun.  As Tutankhamen, I spoke passionately to the person guiding me through the regression, explaining that it wasn’t true that Akhnaten was ugly (as his pictures and statues seem to suggest). I exclaimed: ‘My father was a beautiful, beautiful man!’

At that time, decades ago now, it was thought that Tutankhamen was not a child of Akhnaten. Imagine how vindicated I feel, now that there is clear evidence that he was. Incidentally, it appears that Akhnaten may not have been anywhere near as misshapen as the images portraying him have led us to believe.  I can confirm the supposition that Tutankhamen was frail and sickly, too.

Some years after this regression, I became very friendly with a woman who had her own memories of having been Tutankhamen. Many of the details she recalled meshed with mine (and were not in the public domain). Around the same time, I met a psychic who confirmed that about my friend, and told me I had been Tutankhamen’s tutor, who was very close to him.  This was puzzling and disconcerting of course, but then, in quite a different context, my friend and I received indications of being twin souls. I’m not sure what that means. Would twin souls share the same makeup, as physical (identical) twins do? Or does it mean we are different aspects of the same soul, happening to inhabit the same time period? Either way, I think it feasible that the me who is here now might have access to ‘his’ (Tutankhamen’s) memories and even emotions.

All I can say is, it sure felt real, and it sure felt like ‘me’ — though not this me who writes this now.  And I certainly have a lot of emotion bound up in it all. Part of this me wants to leap with joy at the latest findings about Tutankhamen’s parentage, and yell: ‘See!!!’