A man named Stephen Moorer tweeted this to me this morning: “but you are the “past lives” lady, right? You recalled the details of your supposed past life?” In that and a few other tweets he was inferring there’s something wrong with that.
I can’t answer that in 142 characters.
He’s one of thousands who have believed Edward de Vere the 17th Earl of Oxford wrote William Shakespeare’s plays. He has no proof of that at all, and none of his peers have ever been able to prove it, yet they keep on insisting Shakespearean scholars have no basis for believing William Shakespeare wrote the plays, instead of accepting any of the documented proof that he did.
I’m one of millions who believe reincarnation is possible, but I will be the first to tell you, after many years of research, no one knows, still, exactly what that means. Why do some people have past life recall that can be verified through documents? We don’t know. All I can tell you, after all these years of looking, is that I have past life recall, some of which has been verified by sometimes obscure documents. But I didn’t really start believing reincarnation or past life recall was truly possible until I had a dream in which I was called Waterhouse over and over again, and when I went searching on the Internet for the name, I found the portrait in the center of this illustration: Esther Waterhouse looked as I did at the same age, only we were 23 years old about 110 years apart.
That is the kind of thing that gets and keeps your attention.
Since that discovery, I have verified a good number of points of recall, just things I remember, resemblances among friends, their habits and sayings, a number of things that should not have parallels but then do – and so I think I have good reason to believe in the possibility of reincarnation. I can go no farther, because there is no way to go farther. At least, not yet.
I have scattered recall from periods of over 10,000 years. What I can’t verify I put aside. I have verified more than one should, especially within what I call the Waterhouse group, and the Shakespeare group. The two groups are connected.
I know how I fit in the Waterhouse group because the evidence is visible. How do I fit in the Shakespeare group? In spite of what my memories seem to tell me, officially, I don’t know. I still don’t know how it works, I have no idea if my recall means I was or was close to the person in the center of it all. When the recall first started flying, there was every reason to believe I was looking at things through the eyes of that one man. But since then I have learned what tricks the brain can pull with memory, and I am content to say, unless I have huge proof I am right, that I don’t know.
But what could I do with what I recalled?
I wrote a novel, A Small Tale Of Shakespeare which in fiction explains the difficulties of recall, what happens when you’re honest about it, how people react, and what you really learn from it all. In the end there is only one lesson: a life is a truth that belongs to no one but the person living it. Live your own life.
In the novel, Shakespeare has returned as a dwarf woman, an artist who reflects a woman he had known in his lifetime whom he felt he had wronged. That original woman, Mary Talbot, was the first person I remembered that tipped me into completely trusting the recall I had of Shakespeare’s life and circle, for I had been fixated on the small red haired woman for decades before I found out she had not only existed, but was married to William Herbert, the 3rd Earl of Pembroke, who’d been accepted by a number of Shakespeare historians as possibly being William Shakespeare’s lover, the man who inspired his sonnets.
Much of the recall of the character of Minna Sparrow and her friends and loved ones in my novel are built on actual anecdotes of recall. Anecdotes – some verified, some not, nothing truly proven, because for all the trust I can put into my recall now, I accept that what has influenced my thoughts and work and creativity still dwells in the gulf of things we really don’t know. That’s all right. What I’ve learned by going through the long experience of researching and writing the novel has been thought-provoking, useful, and revealed simply amazing possibilities.
Stephen Moorer, you will never be able to prove the possibility you want. Edward de Vere was just the Earl of Oxford. There is nothing to verify he wrote any of Shakespeare’s works. You have to stretch things to try to make them fit. My recall was handed to me. I hold the bits of it, and no longer try to make it all fit into a neat picture. I’m just amazed by what turned out to be true. That’s had a profound effect on how I view both life and death. I’ve passed on what I learned to other people going through the same thing, and I hope it’s helped some of them. That’s all I can ask.
Now – what have you done with your lives so far?