The recollection of past lives was nothing new, but it was fresh for me. I read Audrey Rose; a novel, but the first time I read fiction using a past life as a plot device. While I was writing Karma House, almost twenty years later, Audrey Rose stayed in the back of my mind. By this time, the paranormal was rising in popularity, with enough ghost hunters and psychics on TV to keep people watching. However, I don't feel that reincarnation gets as much attention as it deserves; many people scoff at past life regression, thinking of it as fraud, that the subject under hypnosis must be acting. Not everyone can recall being Cleopatra or Napoleon in a past life. But who wants to remember being a slave in the fields or a Jew who died in a Nazi concentration camp? Victims of plague or genocide? I once read that some people could be gay because they were the opposite sex in a previous life, which would give credence to being 'born that way,' but who says a homosexual has only been gay in one previous life? Why not more, male or female? Why do some people, like me, choose not to get married or have children? Did I have ten kids in a previous life and felt I had been there, done that? Is there some past life 'residue' involved? Yet, there are adopted children being raised by parents of a different race. Is this also karmic? My feelings about karma and reincarnation are not etched in stone, but I find myself returning to these beliefs often, another book, another TV program. I think that if the soul, or consciousness, leaves the body at death and goes somewhere else, then the 'travel' aspects of the soul-body would seem limitless. If there is an exit, where is the entrance? Is there more than one door? I have never experienced a past life regression, but it might be interesting. I feel that the life I am living now is the most important, only because I am fully aware of it. Like my character Molly Hart from Karma House, just as I want to believe, I pull back, because I selfishly want to possess what I think is mine, not willing to see that I don't own anyone or anything, that only God is in charge. Or karma. The universe. In the early stages of grief, anger plays a big part. I was angry at God when my father died; the loss of control made me terrified, this was not supposed to happen to me, certainly not my dad. Now, with the grief replaced by twenty-three years of acceptance, I realized that my father was the real victim, and I can imagine him at peace.
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