For many people, transmigration of soul is a matter of faith, but for those who know their past lives, it is a fact. In the story below, we follow the journey of the same person through three generations, highlighting some details from her life. What I describe below is not a fairy tale, even if it may seem so to the reader. It contains truths to consider that unconsciously affect the lives of us all. They are events in my life, but it will eventually become clear that they are not entirely me, they are just portion of my information field, and thus my personality. 

The events of our past lives can be surveyed only in fragments. A single image from the past flashes up as I watch the archive film; the image occasionally freezes out and a few sentences break into my consciousness, still of defining importance nearly fifty or a hundred years later. These images and words enter the consciousness from the deep subconscious, always accompanied by emotional reactions (crying, despair, malaise). In case of a writer who only makes up such stories, his/her activity is not accompanied by such emotional reactions, which can sometimes be so intense that it is impossible to continue writing because the letters blur together, the eyes swell and the vision blurs. 

Chapter 1
 

The little girl, let's call her Rosa, was born in 1907 in Transylvania (near Madéfalva). Her parents belonged to a minor noblemen family and farmed on their estate. No images of her childhood flash before my eyes. The first defining experience, at which the film stops, is a social gathering, perhaps a harvest feast around 1923. Here she met the first and eternal love of her life, a love that was destined to remain unfulfilled. The boy, let's call him Edmond, told her he was going to the Vatican, had taken his vows of chastity and would then continue his studies at the Sorbonne. This statement was roughly the equivalent of "Don't wait me, I'm never coming back here." Nevertheless, she waited, even though she knew it was hopeless. She was not waiting for him, but for somebody with whom the earlier experience could be repeated; but nothing happened, and time moved on inexorably. And so, ten years passed. She was 26 years old and was considered an old maid in the local cultural community, so she decided to leave home. She traveled to the capital of Hungary (Budapest) to start a new life. She got a job in the office of the “Small Farmers' Party”. Together with party activists, she travelled around Hungarian villages promoting the party and its newspaper, the "Small Newspapers". This is how she met a family. The mother was expecting her seventh child and asked her to be her son's godmother. She accepted and named her only godchild "Lehel Taksony Álmos". Even the priest did not want to baptize the child because of the choice of name, but finally she managed to convince him. Since then, in the last hundred years, no one has been given such a name, not even in the whole country. On a similar tour, she met the military officer who eventually became her husband. His mother was against the marriage: "Son, don't marry with a city whore, it won't end well." This sentence was worth a curse. From the mother-in-law's point of view, what else could be a 30-something unmarried lady, a single woman, who wandered in the villages with the company of men, but a whore.  Nevertheless, they married and had two sons. World War II soon broke out.  

The husband served in the 2nd Hungarian Army. Before the total collapse of the army, he was ordered home from the Don river by an officer exchange (Rosa arranged this), so he returned safely with his orderly, who was actually the father of "Lehel Taksony Álmos". Rosa watched the Arrow Cross invasion from the balcony of her Budapest apartment. She knew someone who belonged to the Interior Ministry through her connections with the Small Farmers' Party. She visited him to obtain false papers for her husband. The arrangement was that her husband would escape alone, and Rosa would set off with the children and this acquaintance together as if they were a family. As soon as she could, Rosa visited her husband with the false papers, "Get out now, this is not our war." The man deserted after the Arrow Cross takeover and, by agreement, tried to flee southwards, leaving his family behind. He was captured and shot in the back of his head in Szeged as a deserter (by then the remnants of the 2nd Hungarian Army were under German command). Rosa was left alone with her two small children, one aged seven and the other two. It was no longer possible to flee to Transylvania, so she could not count on her own family and her mother-in-law blamed Rosa for her son's death. She contacted the friend of her husband who had obtained the false papers. They decided to leave. The man asked Rosa to confirm their agreement with sexual intercourse for authenticity. Rose, to save her children and because she was dependent on the man, agreed. The man was not able to perform the act and asked for oral satisfaction. In the meantime, however, Rosa realized that he had betrayed her husband, but she went through with it anyway. (This occasion was a repetition of an events of a medieval life. In her incarnation of that time, she had sexual intercourse with her husband's murderer "of her own free will", but under the compelling circumstances of the situation. This event influenced her through the unconscious to repeate the episode in another situation.) They came to an agreement and when Rosa reached the street, she spat in disgust. He watched her from the window, sensing that she knew the truth, and picked up the phone: "Here goes Mrs. XY." Rosa could no longer return to her children, she had been taken off the street by the gestapo.

The following pictures: a trip in a cattle wagon. The sunlight flickering up and down between the gaps in the planks made the despair even more complete: "I will never see the sunlight again". The hopelessness and the confinement with people terrified by fear created a degree of apathy where one could no longer cry because one had run out of tears. In this environment, human dignity is lost in an instant. People, reeling with hunger, thirst, stench, physical and mental pain, held and pushed each other. Here there is no human quality present. On the first day, faeces and urine still flow down the thighs and legs, because there is no chance of getting to the bucket, after that nothing matters. Those who fall are trampled to death. The train stops occasionally, sounds filter in, the door opens wide, a few buckets of water are poured in, there is a fight for a few drops, and the corpses can be thrown out. We jump to the last scene in the film. Naked, we're thrown into a room. My eldest son, a disembodied ghost, stands beside me, holding my hand. I can't find the others. Then there's a burning sensation in the back of my throat, everyone gasping for air: "I can't breathe!" Bodies writhe on the ground, fighting their death throes. Then I see the Light, my youngest son is standing in it. I hold the older one's hand tightly: "Come on, let's get out of here!" And the illusion ends. 

In the other dimension we are separated. I am in a world of light with my younger son, but I can't find the others. It's good here, everything is wonderful and peaceful. Angels surround me and comfort me. We have no sense of time. But we have not finished our earthly task, we must return. The search for the parents begins. They ask me, to whom am I attached down there? No one. All my relatives and acquaintances are dead and lost on the intermediate planes. I have to wait. A man comes, he seems to be a leader in this dimension, he chooses between us: 'Your turn', he points at me, and I have no chance to say no. Then a thought flashes on for me: "Lehel Taksony Álmos". He will be my father.  

Chapter 2 

The little girl, let's call her Margaret, was born in 1957 in a small village in northern Hungary. She lived the first part of her life as if in a vacuum. "Who are these rude people who surround me, and how did I get to be one of them?" She was more at ease with animals than with people, but she preferred to be alone. Even as a preschooler, she could "meditate," imagining situations and traveling in her mind. This was, of course, an escape from reality, which was so grey and so overwhelming that without this daydreaming was almost unbearable. Poverty, fear, undemanding. She had an angelic nature, who for a long time thought she was just adopted and that her parents treated her so harshly because she was not their child. But then it turned out that all children have a similar fate, and even worse than hers. At the age of 14, she would have left from home to the capital, but they wouldn't let her. Her parents feared for their daughter's safety. Her poor parents never knew that what they feared she had already experienced in her own home when she was sexually abused by her pedophile relative at the age of 11. She finally managed to legally leave her parents' home for university college at the age of 18. But the vacuum remained, her fate was accompanied on by futile attempts; without friends. 

Margaret visited the Auschwitz museum as a student. After entering, she became so ill that she had to leave and waited for company outside. The panic attack was accompanied by stomach cramps, rapid heartbeat, sweating in rivulets, extreme weakness, and a state of near fainting. She also experienced similar symptoms when an alarm or siren sounded. The symptoms were unexplained until the past life was discovered. Once she went on holiday with her friends to Szeged and her friends left her alone, travelling back without her.  Then something happened, the meaning of which only became clear much later. After finishing university, she met a man of Transylvanian origin. Was this true love or an illusion of love? We will never know. They were separated by fate. The man lived in America, he was tied there by his livelihood and his family. "You know, I'd marry you, but..." Margaret knew it meant "Don't wait for me, I'll never come back here." But Margit waited, not for him, but for the feeling that touched her then. 

Years went by, no male or partner even appeared on the horizon, all her attempts at a partnership were rejected. Then, at the age of 30, she met someone: "It's you or no one". It wasn't the feeling she was looking for, but at least it gave her the experience of belonging. They had two sons, five years apart, just as they had in their previous life. She was already suffering from severe allergies and after the birth of her second son, she was diagnosed with a malignant tumor. Why? The events of her fate had brought her into the camp of spiritual seekers. Her teachers surrounded her with a meaningful look: "We know something you don't." Everything, she discovered later about herself, it is her own realization in what no one was able to help with a word. Reaching a certain spiritual level allowed that the entity who had been her occupier left her. He was a lost ghost who had not followed the Light when he died. She took in her previous life husband in Szeged in her final desperation to avoid suicide when she was abandoned by her friends. It was then that the allergies and the tumor began to develop. This was the body's way of signaling the need for change. Margaret offered her body, her soul and her whole life in service of God. Since she put all her eggs in one basket, she received the activation of the kundalini power. Illnesses disappeared, material desires were gradually replaced by an unquenchable desire for God. Spiritual training and the emergence of disciples helped her to explore her past lives. Gradually, it came to light who was who in her life. Her current husband was the older son from her previous life, therefore she felt a sense of belonging. The husband's father - who would have guessed - came from Madéfalva. Her husband in the previous life, although he had left Margaret's body, still had not followed the Light. He lived among them. His presence was so vital that Margaret sometimes put five plates on the table for the family of four.  The ex-husband wanted to reunite his old family. This is how Margaret found her younger son from a previous life, whom she fell in love with, not knowing who he was. The attraction she had felt for him when she held him in her arms as a baby was now realized as love. The ex-husband wanted to be born as a child of them. Margaret realized that here and now the role was different, the task was to detach. Once the situation was recognized, emotional love was transformed into pure love with the younger son. And the ex-husband was born to the family of one of Margit's disciples. 

This disciple visited Margaret: "I dreamt that I had to come to you because you are the one who can help me. The doctor told me that my son would be born sick. He has a cyst in his brain." Margaret realized that the child would be her ex-husband, who had been shot in the back of the head. She now consciously embraced the ghost, corrected the mistake in his energy body, and then sent it back into the fetus. The next time when the baby was examined, no abnormalities were found and he was born healthy. This karma was completed. 

She became a very close relationship with a female disciple. The resonance was so strong that they finished each other's sentences. They were inseparable. On one occasion, the girlfriend made her lie on the bed and kissed her. Margaret pushed her off, her stomach clenched, then quickly pulled herself together and left. What was more unpleasant, the touch of those hungry lips against her mouth or the touch of the hairs above the other's lips? She could not find the reason. A woman's mouth cannot be so disgusting that one retches, even if one is heterosexual. The situation is just a push button that should bring up a recognition from the subconscious. Again, and again the disgust overcame her, and it was through this repeated experience that she finally realized that this woman was the same man who had denounced her to the gestapo in her previous life. Even then, he was secretly in love with Rosa, whose husband he had denounced in order to get her for himself. When he realized that Rosa found out that he had betrayed her husband and it would mean that never be a love affair again, he denounced her so that if he could not have her, then nobody could have her. He was born again as a woman, to experience what it is like to lose a husband and son she loved more than anyone else in the world, and to fall in love again as a woman with the woman he had an unfulfilled love for. Margaret knew she had to close this karma too. They began to meet again, but now in company. On one occasion, the girlfriend became so jealous that she berated Margaret in public, in the presence of others, completely out of her mind, calling her a lesbian whore. "God forgive you for everything you ever did to me." Margaret said, breaking the karmic link that had bound them. They ran into each other once more at an acquaintance's house, where the same woman publicly sang Margaret's praises, thanking her, as her master, for bringing her out of the depression of losing family members and leading her on her way. They never met again. 

Margaret's father was dying, in a coma, and didn't recognize anyone for months. Margaret knew this would be the last meeting, and she wanted her father to remember her so that she could help him later if he needed to be raised from the lower worlds. She sat down on his bed, hooked her father up to her own life energy. Suddenly her father sat up on the bed and opened his eyes, "Margaret, is that you?" and then his mind went blank again and within a week he was dead. After that, Margaret descended to the lower world every year, looking for her father so that he could be lifted up. 

Margaret, although she had awakened kundalini, could not fully overcome the third obstacle in the way of kundalini. Every time she tried to cross the sixth chakra, even temporarily, she experienced severe symptoms. On one such occasion, she offered herself to God in a ritual and stepped out of her body, and her story ended in 2003. At the same time, her body was taken over by an Indian yogi who agreed to continue his life as Margaret. Using and developing her information field, her personality and her gifts, she developed a yoga school and founded a spiritual realm for the purpose of teaching souls. However, she didn't realize that she was different soul from Margaret until 2021. Who she really is, it is another story.
 

Chapter 3    
 

In January 2022, a baby girl was born, let's call her Emese. She is the current incarnation of Margaret, who has been given all the knowledge and abilities she once possessed, which the yogi in her body has been developing over the past 19 years, and even what the latter entity had achieved in previous lives before his entry. Emese's story, however, is no longer my duty to write. Now I give the life and personality back to one who, by giving it up of her own accord, gave me the opportunity to serve in this body. I thank her for this, and multiply in return all that she has thereby done for me. May her future life and work be blessed. May she find in her service to humanity the happiness, meaning in life, and may she bear with self-sacrifice the destiny she has chosen for her own development. One day I will leave, and I hope that she will take my place, continuing all that I have begun, not in the same way, but developing it further, incorporating her own experience and her own re-created personality.

Margaret Rhasoda Varga
UCCM head-master
2021. Budapest, Hungary