My Future Contains Mashed Potato

[poliphilo]

Having the family here and going to Alice's and having the clocks go back an hour has knocked me out of my groove- which is probably a good thing. Last night I slept for ten hours straight.

Yesterday, after Ma and Jenny and Ian had set off for home, I sat in my big chair and read Many Bodies, Same Soul by Dr Brian Weiss. Alice  lent it me. Weiss is a hypnotherapist who takes people back to their former lives and also forward to future ones. I want to believe everything he says is true, but when a person whizzes straight back to Jerusalem on the day of Christ's crucifixion I'm not sure I can. For what it's worth, Weiss's hypnotic subjects say the world is going to pass through a dark time in the 23rd or 24th century and will emerge on the far side as a green, underpopulated Eden.

I'm going to mash some potatoes for lunch. Ailz bought me a potato ricer (after we saw one being used on TV) and I'm eager to try it out.

Comments

[arielstarshadow.livejournal.com]

Any future containing mashed potatoes is a good one.

The idea of past lives is an interesting one, but I find I have the same problem as you - everyone seems to only have past lives of significance, which we know simply can't be the case. Where are the "Ah, you were a starving peasant in this life...and in this one, too...and this one and this one, and..." scenarios?

[shullie.livejournal.com]

I have had experiences of past life where I was just a man who died in the gas chambers...I have met someone I knew' at a conference, who I had known in that last life and who I had last seen in the camps and I recognised her... she was small boy the last time I had seen her. That freaked her out, as she had just had been regressed and there was no way I could have known what the regression therapist had told her.. (I didn't know the therapist either), but that's exactly what she had been told. It filled in some gaps for her too, and hopefully some closure.

I also have memories, and told my mum about them when I was 8 ( I'm nearly 50 now) where I was just a peasant girl who worked in a Big House in Yorkshire, in the kitchen. I was the lowest of the low and died of chest infection.. in fact I think most of mine I have been a no body!

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks to the ricer I've eliminated the lumps from my mashed potato. It represents a great step forward.

One point to consider is that we'll all have had many past lives- possibly hundreds- and most of them we forget. It's only the "significant" ones that stay with us.