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

[shullie.livejournal.com]

actually I am not as amazed, I had a vision many years ago, just before I became a Xn, indeed what sorta led me there ( I have always felt i was Jewish!), I was at 'a' Crucifixion... I felt the covers over my head, the long clothes - I knew I was a woman, I saw a man being crucified.. with non of the niceties,( I.e the pretty pastoral & pictorial cinematic pre Gibson kinda stuff!) I smelt the blood, the piss and the shit, I heard the screams, the pain, I felt the sun, and dirt and the wind, I saw the dirt in his toenails, I saw his nakedness and I saw the darkness... I knew I was there... I felt the sorrow of those around me, the screams and the sobs...and the fear.

It was a strange experience, and not one I was prepared for or trying to find or experience - I had just come in from work, I wasn't drunk, I had took no drugs, it was late at night and no one was around, I sat with a cup of tea, drinking and watching tv and the next moment I was there. I came round and it was hours later... and I was sobbing. I was 25.

I can't say it was Yeshua been Yosef or Yeshua of Nazareth they were crucifying.. but it 'felt' like it was. I didn't hear his name or anything like that, I didn't see angels.. I just witnessed brutality, anger, hate on a scale I had never felt before.. and utter desolation and loss, and the question of Why... the man was a good man.

it left a big impression on me, and I sought answers, perhaps I went to the wrong Church!

[ideealisme.livejournal.com]

Crucifixion was common enough in Roman times. I've just finished reading a book by Robert Harris about Cicero and he mentions how a man called Crassus wanted to scare the shit out of people and crucified about six hundred men he took prisoner - the whole Appian Way was lined with crosses.

[shullie.livejournal.com]

I know about Cicero and Crassus.... though this was before I 'knew' about either of them.. I wasn't that well read at that age ( I had 3 young children and a[?] useless husband!)

the most I would known about Crucifixion and the character of Crassus, etc., would have been from the film Spartacus!

I am better read now...;)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

That's a fascinating experience.

I've been thinking about it and had this idea. The crucifixion of Jesus has been the subject of intense, impassioned contemplation for nearly two thousand years now. Perhaps all that psychic energy has created a place on the astral where it can be readily accessed and experienced. This might explain why so many people have memories of it- even though it was originally an event of no very great importance, at which there would have been comparatively few witnesses.

Does that make any sense?