The Socratic Lifestyle


“With the silver-tongued wit and intellect that Socrates was famous for, I watched as he swayed the jury to stand in his favor, all with the powerful influence of pure reason.”

When confronted with the notion that past lives could be a reality, the logical mind of the normal individual has a unique tendency to immediately recoil with incredulity in something of a Freudian display of systemic defense. I remember when I was first exposed to this idea, even having considered myself open-minded, I rebelled against it. We are subliminally taught and conditioned through early life to fear the idea of death. I suspect that it is the finality of the subject that makes it so pernicious, so off-putting, so repellant. I remember never being afraid of the pain of death, or the fear of dying at someone else’s hand; but the mere notion of losing control, losing consciousness, acquiescing to the blackness from which I would never return is what terrified me the most.

As I grew, I started to see that there were certain proclivities to which I was subject. I loved knights and swords, pirates, and dinosaurs. All of my favorite things revolved around an undying, unflinching love of history.Looking back, the ferocity with which a child conducts him or herself when they are immersed in their fantasy world is unfathomable to an adult. No activity in which adults engage has that passionate a charge. I believe now as I believed then as a child, that I was only doing what felt right, what no one had to teach me, and certainly what no one had yet discouraged me from — I was living my past lives.

Coming to these conclusions in my