Foot Spas, Blackbirds And Reincarnation

[poliphilo]

1. Ailz acquired a foot spa off Freecycle the other day. We went and picked it up and the man who handed it over at the door called me, "my man" twice in the course of thirty seconds. In the far off and long ago "my man" was how rich men in wind-up motor cars addressed  simple, smock-wearing country folk when they had to stop and ask them for directions. It was patronising to the point of insult. Coming from a scruffy-looking bloke in a council house it presumably has other connotations- but I can't say I liked it much.

I just topped the spa up with nearly-boiling water from the kettle. Ailz seems to be enjoying herself. There are bubbles.

2.The blackbirds who nest in our ivy have successfully raised one brood this summer and are now raising another. This makes me happy. One cannot have too many blackbirds.

3. Michael Newton- author of Journey of Souls-  says we enter into a covenant not to remember past incarnations when our souls return to earth. We have lessons to learn- and it's better we start with a clean slate.  Our responses will be fresher if events surprise us-  and the task will seem more urgent if we don't realise we have lives to burn. Yes-  fair enough-  but to know what I was is to know who I am- and I'm finding it really frustrating to be kept in the dark.

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[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

"My man" to my American ears sounds friendly and even respectful, but it's also the sound of it, I guess--how he said it.

I once went inside a used furniture store near a railroad track, and the store was dark and creepy, and out of the dim back room came a little old man who said "What for you, Sister?" and I fled, insulted and scared at the same time.

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I like thinking about Ailz having foot bubble-baths!

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As for reincarnation: Who makes up these rules about Lessons? I mean the on-high overseers who do this? Some council? (I picture gods in togas around a table, using notebooks and golden pens)

In my awful cynicism (which I have resisted for years until it's too tiring to fight anymore) I think (curling my lip--how I hate being so awful about it): "How convenient, that we can't remember our past lives.

Then I try to work it out--all these people on earth, all having lessons! Surely lots of them are new souls. (I've read that "new souls" get planted in remote places, like hillsides in central Asia, so they can adjust to being humans)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

"Sister" is insulting? You do surprise me. It sounds like equality-talk to me. I associate that kind of intimacy with black people and Quakers.

Gods in togas may not be too far from the mark.

I really recommend Michael Newton's Journey of Souls- and its sequels. My very clever daughter recommended it to me- and now I'm a believer. Newton is a hypnotherapist who found, by accident, he could regress people to their life between lives. I've looked hard at what he says- and scouted the Internet for people accusing him of fraud- and I've come to the conclusion he's a straight-up dude.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the book idea, Tony. I'll look for it.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

That would be good.

I'd love to discuss it with you.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I've just ordered it via Amazon and will definitely want to discuss it with you, too.

It will be here next week.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Excellent.

(We're going down to my mother's tomorrow. Back home Friday.)