Je ne Sais Rien
[voice from the Other Side - Sha'Tara]
I remain amazed to discover day by day how few are the ones who can intelligently and gainfully engage both past and future lives; to realize how many are those who claim that life on earth is a school yet have not a clue what those lessons be for, having no idea what happens after their physical demise. There are those who believe they just die, end of the story. Those who have some inkling they may return to live with their alien forebears, friends, relatives on some space ship or some other world and live happily ever after. A vast majority opt for some heaven, remaining blissfully ignorant of purpose and workings thereof.
This "essay" is an attempt to touch on two difficult subjects. It is based in part on a vivid past life remembrance (not just a memory) - with a point -- a lesson learned and brought into this life.
The title, "Je ne sais rien" means "I don't know anything." It was the one and only "mantra" we who chose, or were coerced, to join the underground during the German occupation of France in the nineteen forties, were given. Those of us who were captured and slated for torture at the hands of the SS would have that mantra as our only defence. "Je ne sais rien." "I know nothing."
Question, answer: pain. More questions, same answer, more pain. Even when caught "en fragrant délit" - red handed - for the time we remained in custody we would speak but those four words. A lie. A lie that would save the lives of our friends and their families. That would allow them to continue their struggle against the enemy. After a while we truly did not remember anything else. Funny thing that.
Briefly, my name was Hélène Mathieu. I was apprehended by the SS in late summer of 1942 during a raid. I was taken to an interrogation center in Paris where I was tortured for almost a year. I died in July, 1943, at 28 years of age. I came back with full "remembrance" of these events in 1946. My reason for coming back so soon? I needed to clear myself of the terrible fear, the anger, the recriminations, the destructive patterns set in my mind during my captivity. I also wanted to experience life from the side of the "winner" for a change. Most importantly I needed to give and experience forgiveness. That is another, long story.
What I find interesting is that while I was screaming my (false) innocence with "Je ne sais rien!" millions of German people were equally saying to themselves, "I know nothing" of the goings on due to the depredations of the Nazi conquest of Europe. They "knew nothing" of the slave labour and death camps. They "knew nothing" of the tortures and arbitrary massacres of innocent civilians in reprisals against underground military attacks upon the "master race." Did they really know nothing? Or did they choose not to know? Did they choose to mask or bury their human feelings in order to benefit from the situation in some way, even if only to save their own skins?
Nothing has changed. Here in Canada and especially in the US of A, I find the same collective blinders being worn by the majority. It doesn't matter in how many ways, and how many times, it is shown that the Middle Eastern wars are pure wars of aggression, of conquest, of control of resources belonging to others, the same lame excuses, the same blatant lies, are used over and over to white-wash the crimes being committed there by the "Christian" Right. The innocent die daily, denied basic needs for survival. Enemies armed to the teeth "patrol" their streets and if suspicious, can blow up your hovel or shelter, annihilating your family in a second. You feel this fear and it turns into a festering poison of despair... and finally it settles into a steady feeling of hate. Pure hate. Racial and religious hate - the worst kind to infect this world.
You and your children will never know peace now until that enemy is destroyed and made to pay for the crimes he has committed against you. For you, this has nothing to do with any political or religious system. It has nothing to do with resources. It has to do with only one thing: vengeance. However many years it may take, that vengeance will be extracted. In this, history is on your side. The Powers, be they Roman, Spanish, British, Nazi, Soviet, American: they will crumble and the people will survive and walk over their graves unawares in time.
It would be wise for the conquerors of the day to stop and learn a new mantra. "Je veut savoir la vérité." "I want to know the truth."
Honest and clear remembrance of past lives teaches us that death is never an escape. Whatever baggage we have packed for the crossing comes with us. However, when we open it again it is in a totally different setting and we won't feel so comfortable with it. In fact we will wish with all our power we had packed differently... had we but made the effort to learn how to pack properly. It's not that people don't know right from wrong. It's simply that they choose the easy path and that path, for whatever reason involving spiritual development, is always the wrong one!
"Those who choose to have no past can never inherit their own future."
[Chronicles of the WindWalkers]