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As Above So Below
Possible Case of Interfamilial Reincarnation
Last October while driving, I spotted an unassuming storefront with the fascinating business name of “Alchemy Institute of Hypnosis”. I didn’t stop to investigate (even though Yogurt Time a couple of doors down looked so scrumptious!) so I later satisfied my curiosity about the place through a web search.
Amongst other services, the Alchemy Institute of Hypnosis offers past life regression – and lo and behold, they have discovered Kahil Gibran’s reincarnation in his great nephew Hajjar Gibran. No sooner had my eyes scanned this information than I voiced a snarky, “bullllllshit…” to myself. Yet, within a split second I realized that, as usual, I was the bullshitter. Because decades ago I had been witness to a very possible interfamily reincarnation myself.
I was in my late twenties and living with my boyfriend “M” and his grandmother “S”. S was a widow and had been for around a decade. Around 35 years earlier, she and her husband “J” purchased some property on the Mendocino coast, near Point Arena. The whole family spent many happy times there, and J loved that place deeply. I visited this place many times with M, it’s truly incredible to have such spectacular shoreline to yourself.
For J’s memorial service the family had pasted pictures of J and the family onto a couple of poster boards. These poster boards had sat propped up on the table in the telephone room since then, next to a big window. The poster boards mostly featured pictures of J and the family on the Mendocino beach property. The photos were quite faded ten years on.
While I was living with M and S, M’s uncle “G” (S’s youngest son) had a son of his own (“JJ”). From the start everyone commented on JJ’s utter infatuation with his grandmother S and his preference for her company. It was understandable, we all know how grandparents spoil their grandchildren and S was very sweet, mischievous, and an amazing cook (European style as well as Japanese). But it was pronounced enough for the family to remark on it frequently and to speculate that JJ was J, returned.
But that’s not what gave me pause. On at least two occasions, likely more, I was present as family gatherings unfolded in S’s house. JJ was just beginning to toddle, but had little to no language. The hall and telephone room were filled with twenty or more people all talking, laughing, yelling, goofing around (they were a rowdy bunch) and Buttons the Lhasa Apso would be barking and trying to furiously hump his favorite people.
Amid all this chaos JJ would be transfixed by the faded picture of J on the beach at the Mendocino property. He’d hold both of his arms out towards the picture, gesturing towards it and looking and cooing at S, trying to get her attention. S would notice and coo back at him, but everyone else was otherwise occupied during the times I noticed this.
Seeing a toddler in an overstimulating social environment be captivated by a faded, flat, static object is much stranger than I can describe – especially when that toddler seems determined to communicate something about this object to a particular person. Seeing this repeated is even uncannier.
Does this mean JJ really is the reincarnation of his grandfather J? I can’t say. But I know I’m in no position to be snotty about Hajjar Gibran’s story and the Alchemy Institute of Hypnosis’ role in it.
Past Life Stories
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Last October while driving, I spotted an unassuming storefront with the fascinating business name of “Alchemy Institute of Hypnosis”. I didn’t stop to investigate (even though Yogurt Time a couple of doors down looked so scrumptious!) so I later satisfied my curiosity about the place through a web search.
Amongst other services, the Alchemy Institute of Hypnosis offers past life regression – and lo and behold, they have discovered Kahil Gibran’s reincarnation in his great nephew Hajjar Gibran. No sooner had my eyes scanned this information than I voiced a snarky, “bullllllshit…” to myself. Yet, within a split second I realized that, as usual, I was the bullshitter. Because decades ago I had been witness to a very possible interfamily reincarnation myself.
I was in my late twenties and living with my boyfriend “M” and his grandmother “S”. S was a widow and had been for around a decade. Around 35 years earlier, she and her husband “J” purchased some property on the Mendocino coast, near Point Arena. The whole family spent many happy times there, and J loved that place deeply. I visited this place many times with M, it’s truly incredible to have such spectacular shoreline to yourself.
For J’s memorial service the family had pasted pictures of J and the family onto a couple of poster boards. These poster boards had sat propped up on the table in the telephone room since then, next to a big window. The poster boards mostly featured pictures of J and the family on the Mendocino beach property. The photos were quite faded ten years on.
While I was living with M and S, M’s uncle “G” (S’s youngest son) had a son of his own (“JJ”). From the start everyone commented on JJ’s utter infatuation with his grandmother S and his preference for her company. It was understandable, we all know how grandparents spoil their grandchildren and S was very sweet, mischievous, and an amazing cook (European style as well as Japanese). But it was pronounced enough for the family to remark on it frequently and to speculate that JJ was J, returned.
But that’s not what gave me pause. On at least two occasions, likely more, I was present as family gatherings unfolded in S’s house. JJ was just beginning to toddle, but had little to no language. The hall and telephone room were filled with twenty or more people all talking, laughing, yelling, goofing around (they were a rowdy bunch) and Buttons the Lhasa Apso would be barking and trying to furiously hump his favorite people.
Amid all this chaos JJ would be transfixed by the faded picture of J on the beach at the Mendocino property. He’d hold both of his arms out towards the picture, gesturing towards it and looking and cooing at S, trying to get her attention. S would notice and coo back at him, but everyone else was otherwise occupied during the times I noticed this.
Seeing a toddler in an overstimulating social environment be captivated by a faded, flat, static object is much stranger than I can describe – especially when that toddler seems determined to communicate something about this object to a particular person. Seeing this repeated is even uncannier.
Does this mean JJ really is the reincarnation of his grandfather J? I can’t say. But I know I’m in no position to be snotty about Hajjar Gibran’s story and the Alchemy Institute of Hypnosis’ role in it.
Past Life Stories
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