Life After Life of Shared Experiences

Memories of My Mother

I have been thinking of this post for weeks, but have been indecisive. This morning, I awakened with a different idea.

Perhaps what I most loved about my mother was the music she played. She played mostly Chopin, Viennese waltzes, and operettas, but she could do musical character sketches of people to break the ice when people were not socially comfortable.

My mother was a very gentle person. She was a Piscean with her Sun on my ascendant. She was very sensitive, deep, kind, and interesting. She never raised her voice, not even once in the 44 years we had together in this incarnation. She had lovely manners, but she defined a lady as someone who never made other people uncomfortable, and this was perhaps her highest virtue.

When she was very near the end of her life, she stayed with me for many days and saw my Ayurvedic teacher, a former yogi, daily. We discussed her life and future incarnations.

What people sometimes ask is how I knew my mother had reincarnated. Well, everything is orchestrated on the level of the soul for countless incarnations in advance. We often reconnect with both friends and foes. Relationships with those we love are generally easier than when we have to sort out issues that are unresolved.

One of the things my mother said in the last days of her life as my mother was that she wanted to reincarnate in a situation in which she met a lot of people of influence but had few responsibilities. There was a party in the home of her new Greek family. People from all over the world were gathered, and the little girl was sitting in the corner singing. A Swedish diplomat asked where the child had learned the folk song she was singing. Her new Greek mother said, “Oh, she just makes up songs.” He said, “No, this is a popular Swedish folk song.” He walked closer to her, and said, “Oh, my gosh, she is singing in perfect Swedish.” I knew immediately exactly what she was singing and sent a little green book of folk songs with my mother’s sheet music, including all the classical music, to her new family.

Her mother played the piano, but the small child said, “You won’t be able to play that piece.” Her mother said, “That’s rude.” She said, “No, it’s not rude, but your fingers aren’t long enough.” My mother used to stretch her fingers so she could reach from C of one octave to G of the next octave.

E-flat is my favorite key, and I used to play this nocturne during the long nights of martial law in Vietnam. I feel that E-flat is Sagittarian, but perhaps others have different ideas.

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Music:

Chopin Nocturne Op.9 No.2 , played by Arthur Rubinstein

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