More on Reincarnation: The Experience of Unity and the Misreading of Time

A sequel to: Post 28 – The Contradiction of Reincarnation

Much of what is interpreted as “evidence” for reincarnation arises from powerful experiences in which the boundaries of individual identity appear to dissolve—experiences of deep empathy, of remembering what was never learned, or of seeing oneself within lives not one’s own. These moments can be beautiful, moving, even life-altering. But they are often understood through a flawed premise: that existence is a journey through time, where the soul sheds one life and takes up another.

Yet what if this very structure of “lives” is a misreading?

What if the clarity felt in these moments arises not from seeing past lives, but from the collapsing of the myth of time itself?

The False Horizon of Time

When one believes in reincarnation, one believes in a timeline: a soul travels, experiences, grows, suffers, returns. But this story depends on the notion that beings pass into and out of being—that something is not, and then is, and then is not again. It assumes that the self begins, ends, and begins again in new form.

But the structure of reality does not allow for such transitions. Nothing that is can ever become what it is not. There is no abyss into which beings fall, nor a blank slate from which they emerge. The true self, and all things, are not travelers in time. They are eternal presences, appearing according to a necessity that leaves no room for loss, alteration, or return.

The Lifting of the Veil

So how should we understand these deeply personal glimpses of “other lives”?

What appears in such moments is not the memory of a self that once was you, but the appearing of another being, another eternal. These beings do not belong to your timeline—because there is no timeline. They do not echo your past because they are, not were. They appear to you not because they once were you, but because they have always been part of the necessary appearing of Being.

In certain rare openings, the veil of individuation thins—not to show a path one once walked, but to reveal the radical togetherness of all that is. The distinction between self and other no longer dominates; the boundaries loosen. But this is not because the self has expanded or returned. It is because the illusion of separation as movement through time fades, and one sees: we are not becoming each other—we are eternally with each other.

Empathy Misread as Memory

In some accounts, people feel the emotions, thoughts, or sufferings of “past selves.” Yet these are not past, nor selves one ever was. Rather, they are the necessary and eternal beings appearing in a shared field, misunderstood through the filter of time. One may feel the grief of another being because that being is eternally present in the structure of all. This is not reincarnation. It is the immediate proximity of all things, which becoming cannot see.

There is no migration of souls. What appears as movement is the unfolding of an already-complete necessity, in which each being has its eternal place. The compassion, unity, or deep familiarity sensed in these moments is not a trace of a past life but the eternal resonance of beings that have never been separate in the way time suggests.

The Stillness Beneath the Journey

Reincarnation speaks to the desire for growth, return, and continuation. But what the experience actually offers—when rightly understood—is not a journey forward or back. It is a sudden stillness. A recognition that nothing needs to become, because everything already is.

What is glimpsed in those moments is not what one once was, but what always is. Not a path one must walk, but the ground that has never shifted. In place of rebirth, there is revelation.

And in that revelation, one may find peace—not in progress, but in permanence.

Conclusion: Beyond the Cycle

To say reincarnation is a misinterpretation is not to deny the intensity or depth of the experiences often associated with it. Rather, it is to point out that these experiences are richer, more necessary, and more profound than the temporal lens allows.

They do not reveal a cycle of lives.

They reveal the structure of Being.

And when one stops asking “Who was I?” and instead sees “Who eternally is?”, the myth of reincarnation fades—not into nihilism, but into the luminous, eternal intimacy of all things.