A mutt basically. That’s what I am. I did some family history looking up LOL seems I’m not just mostly native american, irish, and english.
I’m a French Huguenot – yes I placed it in bold. I was like WTF is that? Come to find out?? It’s just another term for basically an outcast.
Now go figure.
Oh well I hear Alice Cooper is too, along with Alexander Hamilton, and Jean-Luc Goddard. Whoopee.
Ah you keep searching
Searching for years
Having some fun
But the feeling of
It’s just not quite right
I understand it all too well
Many times I have dreamed
To die in romance to die in love
The greatest wish of all.
There are times I feel as though I’m wandering through hell. One girl shouldering so much, and at the worst times I feel like my soul is trekking through dark alleys trying to find my way out. I am always there for people. I’ve been told that I can help a person through anything. Anything. That’s right and I have. However, sometimes I feel like some kind of human that has a beacon around me – shining out and letting other’s spirit know that I’m there for them. They flock to me. Somehow they just “know” It makes me feel like I’m a blond in a 3rd world country where the people want to touch my hair because they don’t see things like that.
Then when I’m alone and I have time to sit and think…. It’s a lonely world. I can’t seem to stop searching for something. I don’t know what that something is. There must be more to life. There must be. WHAT is it that I’m not finding….
Oh this will be a short post because I want to devote a couple of subject posts to this. I do believe they exist. I was disappointed many years back when I’d try to find non fiction books as a young girl. I always wanted to find books stating that vampires existed and how. I did find a couple but they seemed to lack anything that grabbed a person. Do I believe they have super human strength and hate garlic? No. but I do believe they exist, and yes more than just people going around that do blood play. No something different. More on this later.
p.s. OH and they don’t sparkle either. : wink :
Once you can remember your dreams, the best thing to do is to spend some time relaxing before you go to sleep. Lay there and think about the things you want the dream to show you. For example: “What talents did I have in my past life?” or “Where was I at in my past life?” Think about all the answers you may get to your particular question. Make sure you keep it simple and ask only one thing. Think on this question as you drift off to sleep.
During the night or the next morning when you awake, write down what you dreamed about. No matter how little. Usually the dream is pretty straightforward, but occasionally it can be symbolic in nature. One dream might show you a hospital, and another dream might be symbolic of your past life and show you the nine of diamonds playing card.
You might also have a dream that doesn’t have anything visual at all, but only auditory to it. Write it all down.
Think on a question and it’s possible answers
Think on it as you drift off
Write down what you dreamed.
keep doing this – it could happen the first night, or it might take a bit to occur. It will happen.
I think there are clues that are there to let a person know they have had a past life. Deja Vu is a clue, but I recommend looking at your dreams, fears, and things like that. My dreams are the very things that clued me in when I was very young. I’m not talking about dreams you have after watching a movie about the loch ness monster and then you have a dream your visiting there. Dreams that pop up out of no where and there is certainly something about them that clues you in to things. Maybe it’s a dream about being in a home and everyone speaks Russian, or you are running toward a merchant ship and can see that everyone is dressed in clothes from the 1700s. Things like that. Our dreams tell us all kinds of things about ourselves and things around us.
What fears do you have? Where did they come from? Did it happen when you were bit by a dog at age 7 and now you are afraid of canines, or is this a fear with no base, no foundation to it. When I was a little girl I was terrified of water until I taught myself at the age of 9 to swim. It was very frustrating for my mother who had to wash my hair when I was very little. I later found out why I was so fearful. Yep, you guessed it. Past life.
Keep at it and be aware of those things. They are clues to help you along.
You called me to tells me this? Please don’t do it. I know you’re under pressure but you don’t have to do it. God! If you do this, tomorrow will be the beginning of the End.
no matter ..just please don’t forget ……you will always have a place to come to.
The body is only a shell. The Mayans, Ancient Egyptians,Aztecs, Indians, and other peoples believed that the soul continues to travel and move on through time. Some are lucky enough to recall these past lives and I believe that everyone can recall if they try but some can look to an astrologer for help if they want to.
The soul has work to do, people to meet again, and has a purpose. Every soul.
Tonight I’m laying here on my bed, and I’ve done some deep thinking. Thoughts creeping in. My mind has wandered from Poe; O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? To Rossetti; I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain. And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set Haply I may remember And haply may forget.
I’ve been here almost an hour and there are times, like tonight, that I can not shake a certain feeling. Almost as if in tune with someone I don’t know but someone who is down, or hurting, or maybe even contemplating something they never thought they would.
It’s hard to describe. Stranger still to hear I’m sure.
You know….. when I was a young girl, around 18 or 19 years old the strangest thing would happen to me. I’d be standing somewhere and I’d get this feeling someone was watching me, and when I’d turn around (not mattering if I was in a bookstore, a grocery store, or even a late night at the theater) I’d swear there was someone there even though I saw no one. I truly feel they were there on the astral plane, or I was picking up on someone that was tuned into my spirit. Weird as that sounds, It’s something that happens every so often except at times it doesn’t feel as if I’m being watched every time it happens. It just feels like being tuned into someones feelings as I mentioned previously.
Call me crazy, it’s okay. It has to be real because mother’s can sometimes feel when their child needs them, or is in trouble. Twins have done it, and close friends too. I believe it just has to be at a time when two souls are on the same wavelength is that makes sense.
So, I’ll lay here some more and listen to the silence. Silence is two edged. On one side it’s wonderful to be enveloped in the silence and have that feeling of peace. On the other side, as they say, it can be deafening. It can make for the loudest isolation there is, and it‘s raining tonight.
“But as in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.