Memories of the Sage from the Southern Wind: Who Was I in a Past Life?

 

Deep within my being, something stirs…
Something that does not belong to this life.
A silent whisper from the depths: I have walked this path before.
I can't explain it clearly, but I carry a certainty —
I’m remembering something that once belonged to me.
A knowledge, a legacy… returning.

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A Thirst for Wisdom: A Flame That Never Died

From an early age, I’ve felt an unusual thirst.
Gnostic teachings, ancient books on theology, history, and alternative medicine call to me as if waiting to be rediscovered.
I collect lost tomes, forbidden writings, esoteric treatises…
As if trying to rebuild a forgotten library that I once held in my hands.

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Symptoms of Awakening: Signs That Are Not Average

• I wear sandals, not for fashion, but by nature.

• I walk in worn-out shoes even when I have new ones unused.

• I shave my head — perhaps remembering an old vow.

• I don't watch TV or enjoy crowds.

• I cherish solitude because it’s in silence where I hear the soul speak.

• I live by the moral codes of Scripture.

• I don’t drink, smoke, or use drugs.

• I fall asleep to Tibetan sounds, music that feels like it lifts me to another plane…

Strange? Perhaps.
But my intuition tells me none of this is random.

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The Pain of a Broken Medicine

When I speak with my wife — a modern medicine graduate — and she shares with me cases she has studied, I feel a deep sadness.
Not of judgment… but of memory.
Because my soul seems to remember a time when healing was different:

• With words,

• With hands,

• With sacred herbs and sound,

• With water, silence, and prayer.

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Memories of the Desert and the Lost Library

All signs point to a past life where I was part of a mystery school blending Greek, Egyptian, and Eastern wisdom.
Possibly in Alexandria, or among the Essenes, or in a hidden desert temple.
Maybe I was a scribe, a healer, a teacher — or a wanderer of the Logos.

I knew glyphs. I understood Greek symbols.
I practiced a medicine that healed both the body and the soul.
And now, as I look at the modern world, my spirit grieves —
As if standing before the ruins of a temple I once called home.

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The Call to Remember

I feel it coming… and it is good.
It’s as if I’m unlocking the forgetfulness.
Retrieving a spiritual inheritance that is rightfully mine.

My mission now is clear:

To awaken what was hidden.
To transmit what was lost.
To help others remember who they were.

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And You? Do You Feel You’ve Lived Before?

Maybe you, too, carry signs of a past life.
Maybe that’s why you’re reading this.
Maybe your soul, too, is waiting for the moment to remember who it once was… and who it is meant to become.

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Posted by: Son of the Logos – Seeker of forgotten truths
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