I feel a bit as if I am at an AA meeting.
Hello, my name is Sandra Sparks. I am a reincarnation of William
Shakespeare.
It has been several years now since I began dealing with the past
life memories that are shared on the following pages. Most people, understandably, don't believe what I am about to relate,
and I don't blame them. It took me awhile to believe it myself.
In a recent discussion at The Reincarnation Cafe, our group discussed
how people, in the beginning, are attracted by the romance of the idea of reincarnation, but stand back when faced with possible
evidence. The dream of reincarnation is good, but the reality - Can we really believe someone else's claim to a past
life, especially if they remember a famous one? If we remember past lives, does that mean we are crazy? How can
we be sure we aren't deluding ourselves?
I have found the questions can't be answered. We cannot yet prove
reincarnation in a scientific way, although science based research has gone a long way in showing that people's memories can
be verified. It is impossible to know how past life memory works: are we picking up information from other lives like
radios would, or are we actually remembering lives that we have lived before? Even those of us who have strong memories cannot
claim accurate memory - human memory of any kind is rarely accurate, and is almost always affected by other memories,
learned information, and other outside influences that mix in with what we feel we remember. Our search for the past is flawed
from the beginning, whether we are searching through other lives or the lives we live now.
So: if I feel this way, how can I possibly trust that I was once
William Shakespeare?
Because as I once wrote: "Truth is the daughter of time." If something
is true, time bears it out, and it keeps returning to the surface. Truth repeats itself until it is heard. It does
not go away. Illusion does. I keep remembering things that I can verify through records. The things that really keep me believing
I have to dig for, in sometimes very odd corners. But I know, without effort, which way to go, where to look, and when I have
arrived at the right answer.
As I have gone through the past few years, what is true has kept
rising, making a difference in how I feel about and live my present life. Old habits revived more easily than I thought possible.
I am not claiming I have suddenly become the genius Will was - my talents are expressed differently, in accordance with my
experience, my values, my desires. In fact, it seems I am more like him in the kind of fool he was, deeply believing in love
in spite of our many many failures to achieve the kind of love we want. But that is a personal story I won't relate here.
In the end, most of my recall will remain a private
story. It only makes a difference to me. I hope that what I relate here will make a difference to those of you who want evidence
that you might have lived before. I hope it will be of interest to some who wonder about Will's work. But most of all,
I hope it makes you aware of some of the people who mattered to Will, and who still matter to me.
