What you learn is yours forever.
When we come into this life, we do not really start from scratch. Let’s say you’ve wanted to practice medicine since you were a little kid. Today you are a cardiologist, with a successful career focused on heart disease. You are insightful, learned and well-respected by peers. Would you be surprised to hear that it is likely you have been a doctor in previous lifetimes? And likely a heart specialist? The knowledge you acquired in previous lifetimes as a doctor has imprinted your soul. This is passed on to you via your higher self. Think of it like a booster, allowing you to excel in the modern day. If you listen closely, the knowledge continues to help you in the form of intuition (your little voice). Cool, huh?
My numerologist/psychic/friend Jude DeCoff (hi Jude) told me that my talent for writing is a gift from a previous lifetime. I’m so grateful for my scribbles. I express my thoughts clearly and confidently on paper. I can’t help but wonder who my benefactor was. I’ve read Tale of Two Cities ten times. Maybe Charles Dickens? I know for sure it wasn’t Geoffrey Chaucer b/c to me reading his work is like eating Captain Crunch. Painful. Most likely I was an obscure writer from Smalltown, USA, but it’s fun to make shit up.
[Side note: Jude also told me that I drowned in the Titanic in one life and was persecuted and lynched in another. I find this sickly humorous b/c I have a ridiculous fear of drowning in my car with the kids trapped in their seat belts; and I freak out when anyone gets close to my neck… to the point I slept with blankets wrapped around my neck until I got married at age 27. Not all gifts are accepted with the same level of enthusiasm.]
Where were we? Yes. Knowledge. Knowledge can also be a gift from other souls. There’s a documentary called “The Music in Me” on HBO that follows several children who are musical prodigies. Highlighted in it is a 7 year old from the deep-south named Guyland Ledet who plays the accordion like no one you’ve ever seen. The dude is in first grade and he rocks out like someone possessed. His great-grandfather (whom Guyland had never met) was a world famous accordion player and passed years ago. Little Guyland said his grandpa came to him in a dream, took him outside and gave him his accordion. Then he just started playing. As simple as that. Heaven sent. How else do you explain the unexplainable? You can watch Guyland's story below. I play it for my kids and they love it.
I’ll leave you with a quote from one of my heroines, Maria Montessori: “The things he sees are not just remembered; they form a part of his soul.”