Around mid-2005, the way I dreamed changed completely. The audio went
dead, and the video was tremendous. I began seeing what I could
determine were my previous life times. I saw myself in many different
life times, not only as me, myself, the person who I am right now, but
as me in other bodies born from different parents.
These "dreams" began to have audio to them after a few years. I
decided to call them "Cognizant Realizations" rather than "dreams", as
they are realizations about my past life times on different planets.
Apparently, we are born, again and again, but each time on a different
planet. What the mechanism is for that to happen, I don't know. It's
like a migration in the truest sense. We migrate from one planet to
another, for one life time to another life time.
Tonight, I had a CR, cognizant realization, that was fairly vivid.
I was, karmically speaking, a little better off than I am now. I was a
healthy person, and I had a normal life. I had the same mother as I
have now, but possibly a different father.
I was visiting a church, because it had an underground health spa,
that the early settlers, one in particular, worked hard to build. It
was in a rural area, and it was difficult to find by map, even though
it had a street name and street number. The church didn't pay much
attention to the ways of the worldly ways of life, and didn't
advertise itself, as everyone in the town nearby knew where it was,
and came on a regular basis for church services. They were some kind
of Christian like sect, but they were heavily self reliant like the
Amish are on this planet.
I was there just to look into what the church had as far as health spa
facilities, and to make friends with the people who lived and worked
there.
I remember that in a downstairs basement, they were operating on an
alligator. The person who was working on it, disecting it alive, said,
"Alligators are mean and viscious, and crocodiles are completely
unpredictable." He had implied that crocodiles where the more
dangerous of the two species.
A church was buiilt over a hot spring. The hot spring was in the
basement of the church. A basement was built up around the hot spring.
It was half the size of a small high school basketball gymnasium but
it had high interior walls.
The facility had a dormitory for the priests, and for young men who
would come on retreat to the church, to practice, worship, and work.
It had several out buildings and lodgings for its priests who were
married and had wives and children.
The military was interested in the church, for what reason, I don't
know, but the military worked together with the people at the church.
The church must have had a program like an ROTC training program.
There were breeds of very fast moving alligators and crocodiles that
would lie around all day waiting for someone or some animal to get too
close, and then it would run quickly, like a monitor lizard, and swipe
the person or animal with its tail. These animals went after small
game, like large chicken like creatures.
In its tail were syringe like injector needles, and if you got hit by
its tail, you were sure to get a dose of whatever chemicals it had in
the injector needles.
The injector needles injected a paralysing drug and a huge dose of the
chemical equivalent of heroin from its glands where it was
manufactured. In the chemical cocktail that was injected were
chemicals that acted as preservatives so that the dead or dying person
or animal would not begin to smell of rotting flesh.
Then the alligator or crocodile would drag you or its prey off, away
from the other alligators or crocodiles, to eat you or its prey alive,
slowly, by itself.
The people at the church didn't kill them, like in Australia, where
crocodiles are considered an endangered species. I suppose they
considered these lethal predators an endangered species and didn't
kill them for that reason. Humans were generally faster than these
animals, and so long as you were vigilant, you could avoid getting hit
by the tail of one of these creatures.
The alligators and crocodiles lived along this river system that led
up from the coast into the inland area where this church was located.
They lived in fairly large numbers along this river system, and
several could be seen around this church, where they lived because
they knew there were lots of parishioners, food, that came to the
church on a regular basis. To them, it must have been like feeding
time, every Sunday, when the parishioners showed up for worship.
The crocs I saw were all about 5 or six feet in length, even the big,
old ones.
It wasn't a nice, new looking church, like we might think of, with a
nice building, but it was more rustic, and old. It had a church spire
that the towns people could see from their town, if they looked in the
right direction.
There was nothing anyone could do about these animals running free on
their own. I suppose they just watched out for the alligator or
crocodile, and the parishioners would come in pairs, or small groups,
and did their best to stay away from the animals.
No doubt, in earlier days, they shot and killed them, as they were a
nuisance animal, or pest. But because of their protected animals
status, there was nothing anyone could do about these lizards living
and gathering in larger than normal numbers along the river, where the
church was located.
A small town had earlier sprung up along that river and they all
supported the church.
The military was interested in the chemicals that the alligators and
crocodiles injected, possibly as nerve agents. But they diessected the
animals while they were alive, and removed their skins from them, to
get a closer look at the needle injector system in action, with the
heroin producing glands and chemical nerve agents functioning
normally.
One animal, an alligator, was being worked on, and it was being
disected alive, that is, skinned alive, in a laboratory like facility,
downstairs in one of the churche's basement work rooms. Apparently,
even though the animals must have been in great pain, they were able
to tolerate it, and even with their skin removed, they would break
free from the restraints, and lumber about the underground work room,
that was being used as a laboratory.
This was obviously on another planet, where we lived, and where
alligators and crocodiles, and a species of large feathered chicken
like creatures, wild game, had developed into these types of
creatures.
I woke from this night time cognition, as I call it, as it is not a
dream, but it is a recalling of a previous lifetime on a different
planet. I have these nearly every time I go to sleep, and it doesn't
matter, if it is night or day when I fall asleep, and have the sleep
time cognition. As I walked into my kitchen, I thought to myself,
these species of animals are one hell of a species of animals, and was
totally amazed.
The truth is, we are born, again, and again, as human beings, and we
are never born as any type of animal, or insect, as many Buddhists
believe, and as Nichiren implied. He was completely wrong about his
ideas of rebirth, and reincarnation, and these statements stand as
evidence of that fact.
In conclusion, today, instead of the government spending money on Mars
expeditions, or planning and implementing return to the moon trips,
we, our government should be looking more aggressively for life on
other planets. As my Cognizant Realizations point out, and in the
light of them, we are not alone by any means in this universe.
Astronomers should be given telescopes and the radio and video
tele-communications technologies to transmit and receive to and from
far away galaxies, and not only within our own.
They should be given the equipment to help them to detect life on
other planets, and then the needed technologies to help them to
communicate with those other planets' peoples.
John Ayres