Life Stories Life Readings: True Stories of Reincarnation, Karma, and Sexuality (Fifth Edition, Revised)
Numa Jay Pillion
Paperback, 6x9 in, 604 pages
Iceni Books, September 2004
ISBN:
1587363224
Description
Numa Jay Pillion set out to achieve the dream he had nurtured for a lifetime. Years later, left with only the clothes on his back, he began to question his true purpose. He discovered it in a Life Reading—a communication from spirit planes, delivered through a medium. In the process he also discovered that the sexual orientation he had struggled with was a byproduct of reincarnation, and that we are "first and foremost, members of one spiritual world, with the ability to contact beings in other realms."
Part memoir, part window on seldom-glimpsed planes of existence, Life Stories Life Readings takes us on a spiritual journey we won't soon forget.
Excerpt
"Sexuality" and "reincarnation" have existed since the beginning of time; yet, in our modern, scientific age, they remain two of the most maligned and misunderstood words in the English language. They rightfully can be considered "the first minorities." Nightclub comics made their living for years ridiculing homosexuals as swishy limp-wrists always good for a laugh. So little was known and understood about reincarnation that even comics never joked about it, except to confuse it with transmigration, which only revealed their ignorance.
Over the aeons, homosexuality and reincarnation have known honor and dishonor. They have been "in favor" and "out of favor," but, like the seeds of wild flowers, they continually ride the wind to take root and beautify an otherwise bleak landscape.
To present both subjects sympathetically is a challenging task, but not an impossible one. It just takes time—like 600 pages. But this book is not just about reincarnation and sexuality. It is also about the channeling of Life Readings, karma, the law of metaphysics—or how our attitude shapes our lives—rape, redemption, death, and transvestitism—something to offend everyone; it is about God's gifts to man, and the future of life on planet Earth.
Because personal experiences are used this book reads much like an autobiography. In truth it is the story of a spiritual search, the inner need that propelled that search, and the learning from it. While my search did not take me to some remote ashram in the highest regions of the Himalayas, the results have been the same. I received insight into the joy of Heaven and the pain of Hell. So I invite you to come along and share in my learning . . . as I tell my story.
Writing about my personal experiences was like untangling a ball of knotted twine, a maze of mental and emotional confusion. I couldn't wait to write the word "reincarnation." Only then could I breathe. In contrast, I did not want to write about homosexuality and hoped to leave that word out completely. Homosexuality was to remain in the dark corners of my life, to be revealed only under duress or to an understanding few, however, as homosexuality was mentioned in my Life Reading, honesty was the only avenue.
Including the subject of sexuality in the text of this book was the most drastic idea to which I gave thought, but I have come to the conclusion that sexuality is the subject I am meant to emphasize. I had hoped my life could be lived on a level plane, an open field on which to ride and conquer. To accept myself as a homosexual was a mountain I had to climb—the highest mountain within myself.
It could be said I came out of the closet the moment I was born—no pun intended—as I looked like a girl from the very beginning. Because my name had no gender my mother had to be asked "Boy or girl, Mrs. Pillion?" From the sound of my name people couldn't tell if I was a girl, a boy, or a Native American. Numa is also a common Japanese surname.
When I was four years old we lived in the country, and I once went with my older brother, Buddy, and his friend to fish in a river. The friend didn't believe I was a boy, so Buddy told me to "show him." Seeing the hesitation in my eyes, Buddy repeated, "Show him." To prove that I was a boy I took my pants aside and did the deed of derring-do. Buddy smiled at his friend's reaction—which bordered on disbelief.
To others, I was a boy who looked like a girl. To me, I was me! It became important to express the inner me so that I would not be judged by the outer image. My long curls were almost as long as my sister Dorothy's, but I knew I was different from Dorothy and proceeded to prove it in the same way I'd proven it to Buddy's friend.
One summer afternoon the family gathered on the steps of the front porch. I looked at Dorothy, who was my competition for long curls, took my pants aside, and again did the deed of derring-do, saying, "Dorothy, look!"
Dorothy looked, and gasped! "Mother! Numa stuck out his thing!" (My little "pinky.") Mother chastised me and warned me never to do it again. Father took me by the hand to sit in the dark cellar with the rats. Due to the persistent encouragement of sisters Dorothy and Elaine, and brother James, I told my father I wouldn't do it again and gained my release from the cellar. Their extreme reaction was perplexing—I always wanted to be a "good boy." But at least I knew how to prove I was not a girl.
When my long curls were cut off I thought I would, at last, look like a boy. I asked my first-grade teacher if I could go to the boy's room, which was down in the basement. A boy was walking out of the boy's room when I was walking in, and he stopped me, telling me I couldn't go "in there" because that was for boys. "I am a boy," I replied with indignation.
"You are not," he snapped. "You're a girl, and girls go across the hall."
I was angry that he thought I was a girl. He was angry that I thought I was a boy. Cutting my hair hadn't made much difference in people's perception of me. I just looked like a girl with a boy's haircut. There was a look on my face, or in my eyes, that made people wonder if I was a boy or a girl. Even with curls I couldn't see gender in the mirror. I just saw myself. What could people see that I couldn't see?
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