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 REMEMBERING A Reincarnation

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MessaggioOggetto: REMEMBERING A Reincarnation   Dom Dic 16, 2012 6:17 pm

Direi che non a caso ho incostrato Fausto Intilla che è stato il primo al mondo a formulare il concetto di Anima in chiave quantistica; dico non a caso perchè solo a lui ed a pochi ho raccontato i miei ricordi di una vita precedente.
Poi recentemente ho voluto porli anche su Forum Cose Nascoste e su Forum Focus e direi che hanno già incontrato molto interesse.
Ormai, che ho 62 anni non ho più paura di essere preso in giro o di pensare che gli altri credano che mi sia inventato tutto.
Immaginate se avessi raccontato i miei ricordi ai miei colleghi medici, mi avrebbero preso per matto o per visionario.
Perfino due parapsicologi mi hanno detto che i bambini se ne inventano di cose e molto spesso sono fenomeni dell'inconscio.
Invece si sposa perfettamente con la teoria di Fausto sulla realtà dell'anima e con le teorie del famoso psichiatra Ian Stevenson che non si potevano spiegare tutti i disturbi mentali del bambino con dei semplici fenomeni legati all'ambiente ed all'educazione e neppure a patologie congenite.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_Stevenson

Pongo il mio racconto in inglese perchè ormai lingua universale, ed è più giusto che sia così, perchè i contenuti del Forum possono essere letti da chiunque nel mondo

REMEMBERING A Reincarnation

I wanted to tell my life because it is not a common life, but it differs from the others in many details, especially my earliest memories of childhood. I was born in a strict Catholic family, consisting of my parents, my two brothers and my paternal grandmother, originally also from my father's brother. I was born in a mountain village, 1106 meters high, Bosco Chiesanuova. Before telling the memories of my previous life I want to tell some memories of this life. My earliest memories of this life date back to early childhood, and my first memory in particular reminds me of a cross that was in the country but on the road climbing towards Piazza Borgo. I remember that I tried to climb the high steps, three steps to the top of which there was a cross that everyone called The Christ. Christ was on a curve where my mother often went and he remained in speaking with a woman who will then be my elementary school teacher. I forgot, my mother was a teacher, my father was a pharmacist, my uncle was a dentist, my grandmother was widowed again in 1915, he held up the pharmacy (my grandfather was a pharmacist) as long as my father is a graduate in pharmacy. My father was the second of five children, one of whom died young and whose tell you later. Then there was my uncle Giuliano, the brother, doctor, my aunt Dorothy who taught music, Uncle Juniper, dentist, that in the first seven years of my life living with us, the missing brother, Hugh, died in 23 years shortly before graduating in law, and for a trivial cause, a fall from a bicycle. Returning to the first memory, the steps of Christ that I was climbing, I have to say that I looked high and failed several times to reach the cross, then one day I reached and this has given me a great satisfaction. But in all this time, the steps became gradually lower, that I was growing up. When I saw them walking tall probably did not know, you probably had a few months maybe nine or ten. As I remember when I learned to walk on the square in front of the house with my mother holding my shoulder straps. He told me then that I could walk to one year. Already at that time began to emerge other memories, memories of a previous life. Therefore, in addition to having distant memories of this life, emerged gradually memories of another life where there were no cars, only horses and carriages (wagons or better, in my case). I tried several times to give the time limits in this far away life, but I have never succeeded in my purpose. I could say that this distant life was relatively short, in fact I remember the care of my mother who brought me decoctions, I remember I was seriously ill and I was constantly prone to fainting. I remember my room, poor man with a very high bed and a small picture of the Virgin Mary carrying under a small font. Remember the name of my mother, Giulia and my father, Stefano, my name like that of Claudio now. My mother was caring with me and I could feel her love, my father felt more distant, though often very affectionate. My previous life must have taken place in a district of nord'Italia, I think the Veneto where they are still A small hamlet, but with tightly packed houses. All the work concerned on cattle breeding, cows and sheep. I remember helping my father milk the cows and sheep, and then helped him to make cheese and butter. Inside the barn we had a large fireplace and into a pot supported by three large iron chains The cows were about ten, maybe more sheep, two horses were at the bottom of the barn. I remember the whole barn black smoke and large wooden beams supporting the roof stones. Remember the shapes of cheese aligned along the bottom wall. I remember once my father told me that the cheese was not to be acid, so during the day had to milk the cows and the milk to boil, then add the rennet. On Sunday we went to mass in a village not far away where there was a church, in a large crucifix on the bottom, a lady from the side of the altar, paintings of the Cross on the walls, a few simple benches. The village was in the midst of hills and woods, large undulating pastures behind the church. The village was not much bigger than our district, but the houses were better kept, at least some. Although the work in the barn, which, however, was modest because my father was helping the other three children older than me, (I also have a sister who was the oldest of all the brothers, I had twenty years, and you remember the name Teresa, while the other brothers, the name escapes me), I still had plenty of time to play with friends, various games, from cianco, to hide, the old woman, in climb trees, and to pee on anyone passing under etc.. Sometimes I saw the coins were dated 1600 and later do not remember (once I think 1634) .What I was particularly impressed is a very cold winter when it was so much snow that we had difficulty even to us the path to go to the barn. It 'been a winter that lasted a lot, the snow has melted around mid-May, we had to ration the hay for the animals, and my father had to go and buy one that he had in storage. That winter we suffered from hunger, there were only a few potatoes before the last snow melted. Then I remember my disease. For the first time I lost consciousness while playing with a friend. I found myself in my bed and had called a doctor in the area, a large man with big mustache. I remember that my mother was of the questions, then I knew that I had done passing out on poop and pee. He prescribed the decoctions and salts, but all I found it disgusting. Then the episodes of loss of consciousness intensified, I had lost the appetite, a severe headache gripped me all the time, Finally, I began to see not one eye, then less and less well other. My mother was always close to me and sang songs.I do not remember anything. Many memories are vivid, others I had to make an effort to remember, I would not say that they are weakened.NEven the question as to the place, that is, if you are sure that everything is done in a district of Veneto and maybe instead it was another place and another nation, it is entirely appropriate. Even the language, dialect, it could have been different, and I have translated it from an early age can a subconscious level in what was my dialect now. Besides, several aspects of the language I do not come back. I gave the example of pine cones we called Cotai, but in no country Lessinia remained the word for pine cones. What eventually made me suppose a country Lessinia were the roofs covered with large stones and so are the stables, except for a few that were covered with straw. Even the houses were made of stone except for some stalls were made of wood. I must say that I have not done extensive studies in other areas if one were to use the stones to cover houses and barns, but I know that this is a feature quite original Lessinia. For this I focused in my small, on an area that I already know, because quite resembling. Another detail is that I have never been told stories of witches or goblins. The only culture that I received was the religious one, a little 'by my parents, but especially the pastor on Sunday, we read the Gospel. In addition, the parish priest was often in my district with a long black cloak and a black hat, was visiting homes to collect offerings, and often stopped at some house where they had gathered the children make their first communion. I remember robust, tall, with a little belly. He was not afraid to go into the woods alone to reach the districts around the country. I felt very attached to money, and I often had to discuss with my father to the offer I met an extraordinary person who helped me to remember things from my previous life, for which the mean.
Anna Perna May 23 at 12:52

thank you for sharing with me this passage that is in your base matrix ... leggendoti I had the flash that I have traced in Trentino and Veneto in ... I must say you usually accatastavate the wood tying with ropes made of jute and you were skinny and pale complexion dark your hair is wavy and your sister Teresa, was more flesh you with an apron that he kept folded back on itself to pick up some kind of fruit ... so I've arrived ... while you read ... your father and your mother gruff with hazel eyes and a proud look ... Do not rely, however, the date of 1600, I feel closer at the end of 1800. Understand what you feel whenever you reconnect with the thought in moments of real life ... I have a daughter named Francesca has eight and a half years and when he started talking he told me of his first mother and a brother ... lived by the sea and he described the place in detail told me that now his mother and his brother David are still the bells while she chose to be born in my tummy ... Simply yet contain absolute truth. Thanks again



Claudio Sauro May 23 at 16:13

You have perfectly centered the characters, what was I with her hair blacks, dark, almost a little curly, my sister Teresa was strong, I think he had a strong bone structure and also a well muscled. I remember that she was always going to fetch water from the well, and once filled the bucket pulled up as if it were a feather. Often took an apron and folded to pick apples. In this sense, my brothers helped her, climbed the tree and threw the apples in her apron. So the figures of my father and my mother, you have perfectly centered ..
For the wood we had a wooden shed behind the house that my father had built many years ago. But I remember that when we went to collect firewood (and there were woods) to transport the legavamo with sort of string, perhaps as you say the strings of jute, after you stacked in the shed. It was important that the ceiling does not filter through water because the wood was to remain dry throughout the year. For this reason it was provided to close the gaps with the resin of fir. Also, when it snowed, the first thing you did was to drop all the snow from the roof with shovels very similar to those used today. One of the expenses that weighed more on the families had the glass for the windows. It may seem impossible, but the glass was very expensive, it was important that children not playing them broke. One of the strange things that I can detect now, is that at that time there was no talk of witches, goblins or gnomes. I tell you this because having worked in Velo Veronese as a doctor, he spoke of the ancient traditions and old beliefs in witches and the goblins, so that a teacher of the place had even made a play. On the contrary, in my previous life all these things I have seen no, my parents did not have anything about witches and gnomes. Life was very simple and also mental constructs of fantastic characters did not exist. It was pretty much tied to the church and the gospel, the preaching of the pastor sometimes a little paranoid, but that would not have ever brought up gnomes or witches or magical practices. I can testify that that is the great simplicity of that life, based on a few things, mainly on survival and without mental constructs fantastic, maybe we came up later. Already we wanted to tell you something else. The figure of the priest was the one that struck me the most. Although he had always kept one or two, he was always alone in the region and especially to bless and charge the blessing. However, the inhabitants of this district was seen as a normal thing. Asked the offers to those who knew that he could give her. For example, my father was considered a rich, in our stable we did a lot of cheese, not only from the milk of cows that we had a few, but the milk was also brought from the stables nearby. The cost of milk at that time was quite low, but the cost of the cheese was high enough. That's why I reported that there was a discussion between the pastor and my father, with the offering for the blessing of the barn. I believe that my father would have done without the blessing, or at least would ask blessings less frequent. Although my father was very religious, and I remember his prayer before each meal, it was not a bigot, it was very realistic, and this is noted by his speeches clear and simple But the figure of the priest was very special. I remember him when he arrived in winter with snow and with his leather boots that reached just above the knee. Spent in the woods, where there was less snow. I remember him when he arrived at dawn (too often I got up very early to lend a hand in the barn) with his black cloak that stood out against the snow.

I remember this imposing figure starting again at sunset, and walked down the path that led to the country and his figure silhouetted against the red sky. When he was in the district, he was host for lunch several families. Many times we have hosted us. I remember that when he was there, praying for lunch was longer. Pulled out his book of praise, and recited a hymn, then followed my father with his usual paternity Fathers. My country was in the middle of a valley, I could not tell how high the mountains that surrounded it. But there were also plans of the spaces around the district that were used mainly for grazing. We had, however, to the side of the house a large vegetable garden, where we cultivated potatoes and cabbage. These were used to make soups very good, because my mother also used a lot of butter .. The country is one reached by climbing along a ridge, and sometimes in the winter if there was snow it was difficult to reach. That famous winter and did a lot of snow we were a few months in the district closed without reaching the country. Potatoes that had produced my father did survive other people who had been without any food supply. Then time was calculated with the moons. Everything was influenced by the moon, from cutting firewood to plant vegetables in the gardens. Many had a calendar, but despite not knowing how to read the name of the saints (but many could read the numbers), it is marked on the calendar moons, full moon, new moon, crescent moon, waning moon. I remember that my father could read the names of the saints, and I'm pretty sure he did as a young one school year to the country. In my day had been some dangerous animal, even if the wolves and bears were decimated However, for safety we children would not let us play outside of the district. I think I told you almost all my memories. If you still remember something I'll let you know.
Anna Perna May 30 at 7:24
"Remember that emerge ... sighs that tell ... interliggere ... read in for conprendersi beyond the form, besides the substance beyond the awareness over the breath, beyond the state of the perceived and the perceptible ... beyond the concept of mental dynamics as the mind is nothing more than a filter through which the memory recalls those tools that we decided to use in our journey to grow. If you are moving so am I, if you spring forth from this movement form and life too cocreo with you, if you through the act imprint your thoughts will resonate in me and in you at the same time that your hand is up to hit or stroke. "
I must say that these memories (as already said) did not upset my life as a child and teenager.
Since my mother told me (I was about five years) "Do not talk to anyone about these fantasies, even with your brothers and even less with your friends, you would take for crazy," I'm done these memories in a corner of the my soul, almost were not even mine, although other details have emerged later. Therefore, at the beginning I have experienced these memories, almost were not even mine, but I had chanced, then the rest did not have a critical sense. Grew up in a strict Catholic, I was an altar boy under 12 years, and then for me there was only Heaven, Hell and Purgatory. Then I would not have asked the question of a possible reincarnation. In fact, when at age 11 in May of Bosco the priest read the vision of hell that had the three little shepherds of Fatima, with the devils in the midst of the flames rosolavano souls as mortadella on a grid, I made an argument almost schizophrenic and I said to myself, "I am one of those souls" This made me feel sick a lot, for several nights I saw browned by the devils in hell, and I must say that during those nights I slept very badly. But I had other memories of another life, but they are not told me anything yet, these memories were relegated on the one hand and what prevailed in me was the Orthodox Catholic culture that I was given. Only later, at the age of 15-16 I began to wonder, and that is why I had such memories? I began to think they were really mine and that behind them there was something real, truly lived. He had awakened in me the sense that critical first I did not have. Later I read books on reincarnation and found a lot of feedback. However, do not talk to anyone except a friend who was very open and who believed that such memories were not fantasies, but a possible previous life I had lived. Then these memories I have framed in a broader context: that life is a stage on the path of the infinite. As regards the period in which this took place my supposed previous life, I remember that happened to me was holding a coin dated 1634, but this is a thing a little confused and inaccurate. E 'likely that my previous life is to be traced back to the late 1800s when the Venetian dialect had already largely imposed on the dialect Cimbrian. The fact that then I seem to remember the date is very strange because I hardly knew the value of the numbers, even though my father traded in cheese and therefore knew the sums and subtractions. It 'important that I do not remember the name of my two brothers and neither of my friends, but only their faces .. Although he reported this my supposed previous life to some parapsychologists, these did not give great importance to it, indeed bollarono all as "phenomena of the unconscious." But I am absolutely certain of those memories, especially of my illness, the song of my mother, her cry sometimes while I bathed with water from the small font. E 'likely that some dreams can remember a previous life. In my case it was different, the memories have emerged gradually from earliest childhood. Paradoxically do not remember having had dreams of my previous life, and this is quite strange, because I had a painful death. I remember my mother that I was close to me and sang songs. I understood that he suffered for my state, but I thought that I could be cured even if the forces leave me a little at a time, and we saw less and less before one eye and then the other also. In this life as a child I never had similar experiences. Sometimes I got sick of tonsillitis and gave me bites of penicillin, but it all worked out in no time. Three and a half years I've been hit by a car that was backing up. Fortunately, I only went on one leg and gave me a wound. I had to stay in bed for a few days for the wound, and I remember Dr. Pizzoli who came to medicarmi with tincture of iodine that it burned terribly. But Dott.Pizzoli was a distinct person, it was the big man who had called earlier in my life after I lost my first acquaintance. I mean that memories frà this life and those of the previous life are two different things and I can not get confused. Then my life took place in a normal way, like all the other guys. At 23 he finally abandoned the Catholic religion, and this is significant, because I left after making a pilgrimage to Lourdes, where I also served as a stretcher bearer. Just seeing all that the market for religious articles and all those cans of holy water on almost every corner made me sick. I've never found a place less spiritual than Lourdes. I became an atheist but not so much that I gave myself to the reading of Carl Gustav Jung. With its Collective Unconscious I could explain my memories of a previous life, remember that maybe I had gleaned from the Collective Unconscious, but something did not convince me. It was the clarity and strength of certain memories that would hardly be traced to a collective unconscious is even. And then I thought that we could be a force that survives death and can live again in another body. In 1977 I had already graduated in medicine and I was presented with the opportunity to take a course in hypnosis. In Verona, there was a good center of Medical Hypnosis, directed by Guantiero Guantieri, and so I enrolled. At the end of the first year I decided to do with a friend during a regressive hypnosis. So I could see for myself if my memories were real and not a figment of my imagination. Emerged everything I had remembered as well as several other things that I had not mentioned spontaneously. In addition to the name of my two brothers, Paul and Renato memories of a pilgrimage to a shrine that I had done it before getting sick. We went on foot to the shrine every year, and this year (maybe I was nine years old) had thought to take me. I just remember that the road was very long, and then a vague memory of the religious ceremony. But what I was most impressed was the uphill climb as much! I have asked myself many times because only I had such memories. Then I read the book of Stevenson that he had collected all over the world the memories of more than a thousand children who remembered past lives. The memories were not related to culture, tradition, religion, but completely independent. This is the famous Stevenson thought about writing a book, taking into account the most extreme cases and virtually irrefutable: "Reincarnation 20 cases in support"

In 1977 he entered as a medical officer in Velo Veronese, and they also became interested in popular medicine. In 1980 I got married, and had three children by his wife, with whom I still live now. In 1984 I settled as a physician in Badia Calavena, where I live now and where even army as a family doctor (61 years). I can not say I had a poor life story if all my experiences.
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MessaggioOggetto: Re: REMEMBERING A Reincarnation   Dom Dic 16, 2012 8:53 pm

Potresti usare , come medico, l'ipnosi regressiva per capire meglio il fenomeno della reincarnazione e dei ricordi delle vite precedenti.
Il dott. Bona segue l'ipnosi regressiva dalla quale emergono le vite precedenti, vedi http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelo_Bona
Anche Brian Weis usa lo stesso metodo .
Brian Weiss, psichiatra, autore del best seller Molte vite, molti maestri e di numerosi altri libri di successo, è conosciuto in tutto il mondo come uno dei massimi esperti di terapia della regressione alla vite passate. Tiene seminari e corsi a livello nazionale e internazionale insieme a programmi di formazione per professionisti. Laureato alla Columbia University e a Yale, vive e lavora a Miami, in Florida, dove esercita la sua attività privatamente e dove ha diretto per anni la Facoltà di Psichiatria del Mount Sinai Medical Center. Nel 1980 una delle sue pazienti ha iniziato a parlare di esperienze di vite passate sotto ipnosi. Weiss ha dichiarato che non credeva nella reincarnazione al momento, ma, dopo aver confermato gli elementi del racconto della paziente sulle vite passate attraverso la ricerca di documenti pubblici, ha finito per convincersi della sopravvivenza di elementi della personalità umana dopo la morte. Dal 1980, Weiss ha sottoposto alla terapia della regressione più di 4.000 pazienti. Sostiene che le fobie e i disturbi sono radicati in esperienze di vite passate e, tramite la regressione ipnotica, è possibile portare un effetto curativo sulla attuale condizione di vita. Weiss è spesso ospite di programmi televisivi e talk show radiofonici, tra cui Oprah, Coast to Coast AM, Larry King Live e 20/20. Il suo sito è www.brianweiss.com.
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MessaggioOggetto: Re: REMEMBERING A Reincarnation   Lun Dic 17, 2012 1:21 pm

pier ha scritto:
Potresti usare , come medico, l'ipnosi regressiva per capire meglio il fenomeno della reincarnazione e dei ricordi delle vite precedenti.
Il dott. Bona segue l'ipnosi regressiva dalla quale emergono le vite precedenti, vedi http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelo_Bona
Anche Brian Weis usa lo stesso metodo .
Brian Weiss, psichiatra, autore del best seller Molte vite, molti maestri e di numerosi altri libri di successo, è conosciuto in tutto il mondo come uno dei massimi esperti di terapia della regressione alla vite passate. Tiene seminari e corsi a livello nazionale e internazionale insieme a programmi di formazione per professionisti. Laureato alla Columbia University e a Yale, vive e lavora a Miami, in Florida, dove esercita la sua attività privatamente e dove ha diretto per anni la Facoltà di Psichiatria del Mount Sinai Medical Center. Nel 1980 una delle sue pazienti ha iniziato a parlare di esperienze di vite passate sotto ipnosi. Weiss ha dichiarato che non credeva nella reincarnazione al momento, ma, dopo aver confermato gli elementi del racconto della paziente sulle vite passate attraverso la ricerca di documenti pubblici, ha finito per convincersi della sopravvivenza di elementi della personalità umana dopo la morte. Dal 1980, Weiss ha sottoposto alla terapia della regressione più di 4.000 pazienti. Sostiene che le fobie e i disturbi sono radicati in esperienze di vite passate e, tramite la regressione ipnotica, è possibile portare un effetto curativo sulla attuale condizione di vita. Weiss è spesso ospite di programmi televisivi e talk show radiofonici, tra cui Oprah, Coast to Coast AM, Larry King Live e 20/20. Il suo sito è www.brianweiss.com.

Si Pier ho gia fatto una regressione quando ho fatto il Corso di Ipnosi Medica a Verona, quando era direttore Guantiero Guantieri e mi ha confermato quello che ricordavo, però non ci ho creduto molto perchè mi sembrava di essere abbastanza sveglio.
Comunque se dovessi ripeterla potrei rivolgermi a qualche buon ipnotista specializzato in regressioni e so che ce ne sono anche qui in Italia, senza dover andare negli USA. Certamente Brian Weiss sarà il più qualificato ma è il viaggio che attualmente non posso permettermi, non tanto per il costo ma per altri motivi.
Mi erano stati indicati dei buoni regressori anche su Forum Cose Nascoste; vedo di poterla fare, magari con registrazione, vediamo quello che ne emerge, io penso che possa essere estremamente interessante.
Poi lo pongo sul Forum.
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