I believe in reincarnation. Through study in eastern philosophy and religions in Muslim, Buddhist (several branches), Hindu, Daoism, and others... There are several collections and beliefs of in which one can perceive reincarnation. As per most reincarnation, we are believed to reincarnated I either the same caste as we were previously unless we were doing the right things, in which we can ascend the ranking and be brought up into a higher way of life... But enough of the background into history through reincarnation, I do not want to turn this into a lecture about reincarnation.
My belief in reincarnation is slightly Buddhist in nature and stems from my Chinese cultural background. I believe in which we are reincarnated dependant on good karma, and how we live our lives. Most of the time growing up in the household we were never to harm any moths, as they are the reincarnations and embodiments of our ancestors, and loved ones that had passed. Needless to say there were never any just random patterns in which there were dozens of moths just flying around willy nilly, they never were just random. But on certain occasions like Chinese New Year, or the anniversary of ones passing, or when a family member was close go passing, or even visiting family it never ceased to amaze me that they are there either in good omen or bad omen, in celebration of life and culture. In a way they show up as to say, hey I'm Uncle Willie, or Uncle Daniel, I am this family member, I am here to celebrate with the family, or I am here to say hi.
Story time;
My mom had recently went to go visit her uncle, my grandfathers brother Uncle Walter. He's getting up in age, and my mom always makes time to go visit, and help out with chores and anything else that may be there to do and of course spend quality time. But in getting together a month and a half worth of clothes into her car, in mid day, and getting him seated in the passenger seat and door closed, out of nowhere a moth had mysteriously fluttered into her car and just not even a foot away from his face hand been hovering/flying about right there. Uncle Walter calm, collected never flinching even though there is a moth just dazzling right in front of him, my mom was like how did it get in here. Uncle Walter's response, "oh its just Willie saying hi."
Needless to say before driving off, of course, she opens up the window, and the moth just fly's out and away.
But this and many other events happening throughout my life, leads me to believe that yes my ancestors and grandparents and aunts and uncles that have passed are watching over the family. I do believe in reincarnation as such. Technically speaking I do have partial belief past this that we are reincarnated of our passed lives either being in the same family or not, who knows, that what we do in this life is partial into a rebirth cycle, in which we will be reborn into this world to live life as we see fit. I, myself, have not experienced any past memories, but it all happens in a way that the way I lived in my previous life, does impact my current life, which will subsequent impact my next life.
