“Unlocking Past Lives: The Weirdest True Story You Won’t Believe—Until It Haunts Your Horoscope!”
Added on May 26, 2025 inASTROLOGY CARDS
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Ever wonder if your soulmate has been playing the cosmic long game with you across multiple lifetimes? Yeah, me too — especially under today’s quirky alignment, where Mercury’s doing that retrograde dance that makes past-life revelations pop up like unwelcome text messages from your ex. I never fancied myself a past-life enthusiast — I mean, no flashbacks to Cleopatra or anything like that. But over the last decade and a half, some pretty wild breadcrumbs have me thinking otherwise. Like, what are the odds your husband keeps a poem in his pocket he claims he not only penned in a past life but is also starring in? Spoiler: it’s as bizarre and mind-bending as it sounds. Stick with me as I unravel this peculiar tale of past lives, poetry, and the peculiar threads that tie souls together across time — all while the stars throw their own mysterious curveballs. LEARN MORE
I’ve never claimed to have a past life as I don’t have specific recall. I’ve come to suspect I have had them, over the last fifteen years, for two reasons.
First, someone in forum bought me an Akashic records reading and the reader certainly thought so. But what I’ll tell you next, is more compelling.
I’m very confident my husband has had past lives. My soul is tied to his. Initially he told me he did not think he’d known me in a past life… which surprised him. He ‘s been around a long while and he thought, God, would pair him with more of a peer. This conversation took place around 2007, when we were first getting back together. I can’t say I liked his, but whatever. I had no evidence whatsoever of anything otherwise. I took this in.
Some years later; old-timers may recall, I found this poem, my husband had shared with me when we were teenagers. He brought the poem, all folded up in his pocket. He gave it to me, telling me he thought he may have written it in a past life. Whaaaat?
I was curious, of course. I read the poem which was very long and stunning. Unfortunately, I was seventeen years old and it went, way, Way, WAY over my head. But even with my impairments, such as age, lack of education and sophistication and experience, I knew the piece was incredible. It sent my heart into my throat.
He then said something even more freakish. He thought he not only wrote the poem, but he was the subject of it as well!
I didn’t know what to make of this back then. I had an open mind, thanks to, Henry. I was metaphysically inclined due to the same influence, so I did not discount what he said. My issue, as I sat there, cross-legged on the floor, was trying to grasp what he was saying. I thought I must be confused.
“You’re telling me you wrote a poem about yourself?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think I did.”
I started laughing. “Are you kidding me?”
See, I thought he was very arrogant, because he was in fact, very arrogant. He wanted me to comment on the poem but it was hard to do, because I was so stupid. I am not being self-deprecating here. I am telling you the content of the poem was over my head, but I did know it was marvelous.
Side story, Scott, who was a child prodigy and also arrogant, told me once, I was an excellent judge of talent. He thinks it’s innate, and it would have to be, because I surely haven’t studied. In whatever case, I definitely recognized this poem to be among the most powerful, potent things I’d ever read. Too bad I didn’t understand it, and I’m sorry this is weird, but the truth often is!
All the years passed and as I’ve recently revealed, I forgot most of the events of our teenage years, but not that poem. Matter of fact, I wanted to ask him about it, badly, because I’d never forgot this or talked about it with anyone. I did not have the opportunity during our months of chatting. Recovering my memories took precedence at that time.
Three years later, when we started to get together, it still didn’t come to the front. We were living together by the time I took the the internet to find the poem! This is where is gets weird!
First, I found it right away. Since I didn’t know the title or the author, this was pretty weird. I read the poem online; it was as incredible as I remembered. I still couldn’t parse it. It was overwhelming, in a way. I had to put the then and the now, together. I also wanted to fathom the poem, before I brought it up to him, assuming this was possible. I really didn’t know.
Armed with the poem’s title and author, I searched more and found it was included in a book of poems on Amazon. The poems are in the public domain.
I learned the author was born in the mid-1800’s. The book of poems was published in the early 1900’s and circulated, privately. The author was a soldier, which he’d have to be, if my husband’s knowledge of his past lives is correct. He is always a soldier, in every life. So far, it’s fitting.
I ordered the book and was stunned when it arrived with ASTROLOGY on the cover. The book and the poems have nothing to do with astrology, whatsoever. I admit, I thought this was, God, talkin’ for sure.
I also found out, the public domain book had been first published, literally days, before I found it. What the hell? Someone publishes this obscure work. Two days later, I go looking for it after, 25 years. I find it and it’s sent to me with astrology on the cover? Okaaay!
I read the poems; all of them, several times. It was a way of looking at my husband (we were not married yet) from another angle. I wanted to evaluate all this, privately, before I approached him about this. I wanted to avoid being shown to be as stupid as I was as a teen!
I could easily tie him to the work. My husband uses old English, pretty frequently. He has certain words he favors; the poet favors the same words. “‘Twixt” for example. The attitudes of the men are also the same. Not similar, but same.
Most curiously, there was a poem in there about a woman the author was obsessed with. He was not at all happy with this woman; in fact he curses her, but she has my name (derivative such as, “Ella”) . She also has my manner. My attitude. Basically, she doesn’t give a shit who he is – she’s going to flip her hair around and live? He loves her, but she does not take him seriously.
I did not think this poem was about me at the is time. Really, I did not. I do now. The change came in the last ten years.
See, I didn’t marry him then, either. He cursed me for this and a witch got me, which he felt was deserved! It was not deserved. She was just a fun, non-serious type girl, who did not care if some officer was interested in her. Butterflies to chase, you know? Flowers to pick. Laughter over a stern, formal presence in the world.
Eventually I extracted all I could from the poems. I had hoped all along, he would bring this up but he never did. I decided to question him about this as soon as I had the opportunity. I wanted to know if he still thought he wrote the poem, for one thing. If so, what’s his read on the situation, 25 years after the fact?
To be continued.
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