Bring it up at a cocktail party and see who doesn’t get that bright look in their eye and say, “I’ve met friends for the first time and it seemed like I’ve had known them my whole life.” When I think of the important friendships I’ve been blessed with, it has almost always been the case that there was something so familiar about them. We still needed to catch up. But in a heart to heart way, our friendship felt long.
I met Linda at a writing group meeting. On my drive there, I had this sudden knowledge that I would meet a “Carol” and she would become very important to me. I did meet a Carol and we became friends, but I really connected with Linda. About five years later we got around to sharing our middle names with each other….Linda Carol.
With Laura, well, I still haven’t figured that one out, but it is as though whatever is familiar is so deeply emotional there are no words for it. Whenever I see her I just feel safe and loved unconditionally.
Dr. Michael Newton contents that we come back to each life often with the same soul group. He likens it to being in a school where we might have the same friends in different classes through out our education. I like to think of these meetings as touchstones. I imagine the scenario of planning out the life we are about to enter and turning to our soul sister and making the arrangements. “Okay, when I’m 38 and you’re 43 we’ll both decide to attend a writing workshop in Duluth Minnesota. And I’ll know it is you because you’ll introduce yourself as this really impressive person who should be totally intimidating and then add something about the most important thing to know about you is how much you love your dogs.” Whenever I meet one of my old friends, I take it as a sign that I am exactly where I am suppose to be in this life. I am on course.
While in Virginia Beach taking the first of three regression therapy-training sessions, it seemed the entire group of 30 people all looked familiar. I passed it off as just be too suggestible. After all, I was attending the training partly to uncover my own past lives. But right away, I felt a bond with Roy. Driving back to dinner one night, Roy was talking about being regressed that afternoon to a life in India. I had also just had an experience of traveling to a life where I was an Englishman visiting India. I asked him if he got to ride elephants because that is what my Englishman had gone there to do. “I was an elephant handler,” he said. It is actually quite common at these training sessions for the participants to report lives in the same countries or time periods. After the training session ended, I gave Roy a hug and said, “It was really good to see you again.” He laughed and said, “That’s a good one.” I hadn’t meant it as a joke. It had just seemed the appropriate thing to say to an old friend you’d just met for the first time.
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