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]

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!

[zoe-1418.livejournal.com]

I love the juxtaposition of "mashed potatoes for lunch" with all that heavy past/future life thinking! ;-)