about Emily
| A secret I would tell to thee, Though it seem gravest vanity --- Or sheer insanity. Lives I recall: Seer, priestess, thrall --- One name, of those. Audacity that I suppose How this carnation was that rose, But I was Emily. Now she is me. by Amy White, 1992 |
I was Emily Dickinson.
As long as I can remember, I have known this, although I don't know when it was that Amy first read or heard any of her poetry. I knew them already each time I read a new one. I have always had a vague sense of disquiet about the wrongness of her biographers. I didn't read, on purpose, any biography other than those in literature texts and encyclopedias, until the year I turned forty. I didn't want anything to interfere with the memories I retained. I have purchased a biography which seems to analyze her with much greater accuracy, though I haven't yet been able to read it cover to cover.
It's tricky to try to tell this to anyone else, because there are so few people who truly believe reincarnation is a real pattern. It is too common to hear of those who think they were important historical figures like Cleopatra or Napoleon, people who are obviously insane and seem to need an excuse to be important and yet ignored.
I am not insane. I don't need an excuse to be important. I am not ignored.
Many people will scoff at my assertion. Many people believe it is impossible to be reincarnated or to know who you were in a previous life.
| "Death does not exist For those who insist Life continues on. This continuum Is only Of many." --- Amy White |
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