I sometimes post about unusual subject matters that the close minded crowd won’t like. I’m a super curious, woman with a wild imagination. I like to explore (read about) the unknown even if it scares me sometimes. Like about reincarnation, meditation, angels.. oddities I read about online and in here. Yes I read about aliens and conspiracy theories. So does that make me weird? Well that’s too bad, go read someone else’s posts! Then I walk away feeling funny about myself. “What will my readers think?” Do I have many readers anyway? NO! So who cares? Why do I care anyway? Why am I so insecure? I just need to express my thoughts no matter how off your wall they may be! HA!
I never considered myself a wonderful parent. Now that my daughter is the mother of a 5 year old girl and a 3 year old boy, I can see that this true.. I am not comfortable telling other people what to do, I am not a take charge kind of person and I’ve been known to be directed by bossed around by my granddaughter, and I’m supposed to help babysit them for 4 days? Eek! I’ll have to learn to be assertive and not get tricked into the children’s shenanigans. I am so lucky my daughter and son turned out alright, SERIOUSLY! They are both hard workers and responsible adults! They have their flaws of course but hopefully not as bad as they think mine are! I have my faults too. I’m obese and my face can be rather clownish at times while expressing myself. I am a procrastinator of the worse kind when it comes to cleaning my house, and I allow my physical limitations (I have Pelvic Organ Prolapse) dictate my job searches. Well guess what my husband has CKD and I have to freaking grow up now! The medical bills will pile up weather we have financial aid or not. If only I could find a sit down job assembling things. I love that kind of job in manufacturing, except I can’t see or remember as well as I used to. I need to get my head examined, seriously I do.
Remember this Carol King song? I graduated in 1976, loved the Tapestry album.
I’ve believed in reincarnation for many years, so I really enjoyed this true story of reincarnated souls who share lifetimes and reincarnate together as couples, friends and family members. I just finished reading this book about REAL reincarnation and a few souls who reincarnated in the present (meaning when this book was written and published in (c) 1997/2000).
I know I lived at least three previous lifetimes. Once as a scholar in Greece I was a male teacher in an outdoors school and I had a close friendship with a fellow teacher. We were best of friends. Were we gay lovers? It never got that far in the day vision I had, I just knew I loved and felt great affection for this man as we watched over some students in the background.
In another vision I was a lowly female servant in a castle, maybe in Ireland or Great Brittan somewhere. I’ve often felt like a servant during my lifetime. I worked as a home health Aid and certainly that was a servants job in many ways. I just remember the rough clothing I wore in the possible middle ages and the dark, cold castle I called home.
My third intuitive knowing or feeling I was a beautiful, rich, selfish woman who treated my one true love horribly. I was a real bitch to all who knew me. I spurned him and never married him. I had an unhappy life. I recently read this book on reincarnation and it reminded me of what I’ve known for a long time now, Only love is real….
Forgive yourself of mistakes you made in the past, even if you are not forgiven for making them. We can apologize over and over again to that person or persons we offended and to our own selves as we immerse ourselves in guilt. Live in the present moment and leave the past where it belongs. Just try to be a better person right now, in the present moment.
Yep, here I am 58 years old and I’m getting used to this android Samsung phone. It’s bigger and heavier than my old TRAC flip phone. I kind of resent the fact that I have to carry this phone wherever I go now. I loved a land line but it was too expensive and the Phone company failed to add it to our internet package as we asked them to, so it’s their problem if they missed out on the money it would bring in. So I usually have a hard time learning new things and my menopausal forgetfulness doesn’t help but I’m slowly getting used it.
I am 58 years old now and many years ago I decided I to live in the present moment. It helped me overcome my mild depression. I don’t sit around allowing myself to get depressed about past events. But it makes it hard for me to remember names of people and details of what happened in the past, then I panic and wonder if I’m getting dementia or something. Am I okay if my mind goes blank when I can’t remember your name although I know that I know you from the past? Am I okay? Oh well.. no use panicking about it.. Life goes on eh?
Yesterday I was doing some gardening and I managed to get tiny hairline cuts on the tops of my fingers. There was Miracle Grow soil embedded deeply in the cuts and I couldn’t get it our with the nail brush! Yes it hurt to scrub a few tiny cuts, but I’m a tough old gal! So I went to bed with dirt in my cuts and woke up with all of them red and looking like infection might be setting in. So after my husband left for work I got out my brown bottle of Lysol- (yes the same one my dad used to disinfect our cuts when we were growing up), and I added 1/4 tsp to a cup and a half of warm water. Then I soaked my hands for 10 minutes in the cloudy pink water. Then I scrubbed the cuts again with an old toothbrush in the Lysol water before dumping the stuff down the drain. Yes just a 10 minute soak and I see a great improvement in healing 2 hours later. I will have to repeat this process again later in the day. I swear it helps, it always has and always will.