Hi, TrueImage! (BTW, how did you choose this name? I like it very much! I do sense something, but ...
Hi, TrueImage! (BTW, how did you choose this name? I like it very much! I do sense something, but I’d like to hear it from you) Sorry for the delay, my son is on vacation, and he is practically glued to the computer as it's very hot outside, and we have all sort of heat and smog advisories. I don't like fights, so I guess I simply have to wait for him to take a break, but those are brief (so I might have to run anytime, but I promise I'll be back! :-)).
Yes, I think I am an Old Soul, and not only that, I think we all are Old Souls. Each and every one of us. Except, in most people, the "Memory Tapes" have been completely erased, where in a (lucky?) few, the process was less than perfect, and allowed some brief glimpses in the past to stay. Sometimes it can be as vague as a feeling.
The Wailing Wall is the most revered place in Judaism, the only vestige of the Second Temple still standing. Jewish people believe that there's no other place on Earth where you can get any closer to G'd, so they go there to pray, be close to G'd and weep for the souls lost throughout history, and in the Holocaust. (I thought it is like whispering in G'd's ear). I don't know whether that's true or not, what I do know, is that I definitely felt SOMETHING I could not explain there - still can't! First, it felt as I was on Auto Pilot that I got there to begin with, it was like a magnet of some sort that was drawing me closer and closer - I don't know why, I never knew, no matter how hard I tried to figure it out. It simply "called me", and I answered.
Then, when I got there, and actually touched the Wall, I felt my soul vibrating. It does not make much sense, but I don't know how else to express the feeling. It may be a simple case of a place totally charged by the energies of millions upon millions of people who, since the destruction of the Second Temple (in 70A.D.), have made this the most important pilgrimage site in Judaism.
At this point of my story, I'd like to mention one more time, just so I don't cause any controversy in this forum, that I do not belong to any religion. I've always tried to figure things on my own, and I think our potential to learn from day One to day Last is unlimited. I'm very open to any ideas, I like to explore all things and ideas unexpected, open to make mistakes, and learn in the process, about life in general and myself in particular.
All in all, the absurd thought that I have been there before did cross my mind! But I knew I was NOT there; not only that, but also, I have never seen a map of Jerusalem before. I dismissed the thought as silly, and finished the visit. My friends, however, who witnessed this, and barely could run after me, kept teasing me (for weeks) about being a Gipsy (???!!) or a Jewish man or woman in a previous life, otherwise, how could I know how to find my way?? they said.
To answer your other question: no, I had no sense of time. None whatsoever. It felt like everything stopped, like there was nothing but peace and this amazing feeling of electricity and light filling my entire being.
I have to run now, and this is kinda longish already...I hope it was not boring for you. If you'd like, I could tell you about the Via Dolorosa (The Way of the Cross) experience, next.
Tomorrow, another lazy Wimbledon week-end begins (yuppeee!) - I'll try to get back on line if I can...
If you're in the States, I hope you (and fellow CureZone members there) had a wonderful and exciting 4th of July!
All the Best,