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]

One thought I've had before: can we be picking up on other soul's stories during these regressions, random lives?

Not that it matters so much--that, too, would help verify life after death.

I wish so much that we had a little more information!--these tantalizing glimpses are frustrating.

If I try to imagine life somewhere else, it's impossible, in the same way that even very good science fiction writers seem unable to describe un-humanlike alien lifeforms! And if I do manage to dream up something--I once imagined a place near rocks where there was a cave where God was, and beings, among them me, were gathered all around the cave and singing, but I am certain it was just my very limited imagination and based on nothing else. And it was also a bleak place, much unworthy of the grandness and expansiveness of God! (God in a little cave under brown grass!)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Could we be picking up on other people's past lives? I suppose so. But I think a skiful therapist would probably be able to tease that out.

Why shouldn't God be in a cave under brown grass? It's no grimmer than that stable in Bethlehem?

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

But, but: I'm pretty much thinking of God pantheistically, and so locating God in one place doesn't work...but I return to that imaginary scene often in my mind! And I know that one of my wistful desires is to finally be able to join that group of singers--that's where I am most myself, I think. Don't understand it, but know it.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

If God is everywhere then He's also present in particular places.

It's a lovely image- and clearly significant. Maybe it's an image of some past life- even an extra-terrestrial life- or maybe it's purely symbolic. Whatever it is, it surely tells the truth about you.