I’m disgusted. The weather is disgusting. it’s 110 degrees outside and we’re sitting under a heat dome for the second summer. I walked outside and to my surprise there’s a breeze. Turned my face to catch some of the breeze and it’s hot, so hot it felt like someone just let a hot fart into my face. Thank god there wasn’t odor attached. Disgusting.
I wonder how I coped in a past life in Egypt. I started thinking of the weird language I spoke in as a child and the recall I had from that life. I completely understand why they built walls so thick. Keep out the heat. Thankfully desert climates tend to cool way down in the evenings. Something I can’t say happens here at all. Our low at night is in the 80s. Relief? Yes. Comfortable? No
This sucks and I’m debating on smoking my cig on my front porch naked. Just remember that in case it makes the news. “Woman has enough of the heat wave and is arrested for indecent exposure”
Remembering Mr. Dillinger today. RIP
June 22, 1903 – July 22, 1934
Live with no excuses and love with no regrets
Feelings change – memories don’t.
Treating patients by guiding them through recollections of their previous lives is just about the last thing Dr Brian Weiss thought he would be doing.
A prominent South Florida psychiatrist, before the age of 35 he was the first Chief of Psychiatry at Mount Sinai Medical Center, and a professor at the University of Miami’s medical school. He was publishing papers and becoming a nationally recognized expert on psychopharmacology and considered himself the kind of guy who rarely gave much thought to anything mystical, philosophical or spiritual.
One patient changed all that. Weiss calls her Catherine in his first best-selling book, Many Lives, Many Masters (1988), eight years after he began treating the young woman.
He had been using routine psychotherapy to treat her and after 18 months with little improvement, Weiss finally put it very simply to her one day while she was under hypnosis: “Go back to the time from which your symptoms arise.” She did.
Back to the year 1863 BC when she was a 25-year-old named Aronda. Since treating Catherine, he has researched reincarnation, Eastern religions, mysticism, quantum physics, intuition and everything in between. He exudes an air of wise counsel, but does not come across as some kind of guru.
source: Life Positive
Read the rest here: http://www.lifepositive.com/Mind/personal-growth/past-life/brian-weiss.asp
What is Sexy?
Many Things to many people I suppose. Is it really a pin up, or a model walking down the run way? Is it really a bombshell? Those things are fleeting to me. Could it be the next hunk to grace the screen? Again, fleeting. Superficial to me.
I think an old pair of boots, or maybe that one old t shirt. Those appeal to me. A smile. …………….. or deeper still, the soul. The soul is something that to me is sacred, sexy, mysterious, and absolutely beautiful. Beauty is so much more than surface beauty. I’ve known many people that fell for beauty only to find they were miserable. Almost deceived by beauty. What draws you to someones soul? That instant connection.
What is in a person’s countenance? What can you see? Can you see beyond the eyes and deep down inside the soul? Can you see them from lifetimes ago?
That glance, and then the words that follow, “I know you”
I do have a love of the darker things. My home is not full of gothic items, candles, and incense. It’s on a soul level. I can’t tear myself away from it and I don’t want to. I am drawn like a moth to a flame. It’s a part of me. That odd, dark, mysterious stream of blood flowing through my veins.
Dr. Ian Stevenson
Probably the best known, if not most respected, collection of scientific data that appears to provide scientific proof that reincarnation is real, is the life’s work of Dr. Ian Stevenson. Instead of relying on hypnosis to verify that an individual has had a previous life, he instead chose to collect thousands of cases of children who spontaneously (without hypnosis) remember a past life. Dr. Ian Stevenson uses this approach because spontaneous past life memories in a child can be investigated using strict scientific protocols. Hypnosis, while useful in researching into past lives, is less reliable from a purely scientific perspective. In order to collect his data, Dr. Stevenson methodically documents the child’s statements of a previous life. Then he identifies the deceased person the child remembers being, and verifies the facts of the deceased person’s life that match the child’s memory. He even matches birthmarks and birth defects to wounds and scars on the deceased, verified by medical records. His strict methods systematically rule out all possible “normal” explanations for the child’s memories.
~Above Source: http://reluctant-messenger.com/reincarnation-proof.htm
At least there is some kind of evidence that past lives do indeed exist. There will always be skeptics, but you believe what you believe. I think if more people were a bit more open minded on the subject there would be a lot more believers and less skeptics. Once you do the work to find out if you have a past life, when the doors open it’s hard not to believe. It just is.
Yeah so friends… that’s a big word. It rarely exists actually. You’ve heard the old saying “True friends are hard to find” it’s correct and I have to say I’m very selective. I have a couple of close friends and a LOT of aquaintances.
I hate pictures. I don’t like taking pictures, and I usually only take pictures at family get togethers. I did the modeling thing when I was a little younger. It was okay. YET it always seems that when I am out somewhere especially with friends that are known, it’s like a fucking nightmare. Do you realize that not all women have to wear make up to look nice? Yeah, but even if that’s true make up can make a world of difference and when I’m out and about I don’t have glam make up on. It’s only then that people and cameras conspire against you. Combine that with someone that knows absolutely nothing about TAKING photos and you look like a train wreck pretty fast. (I still think it’s planned that way but what the fuck ever) I will do anything in my power to NOT take pictures. I’ve been around people that are photographed just coming out of their flippin house, and I will literally remove myself from any place a camera could catch me. (you know that person 17 feet behind targeted subject?) yeah I’ll make sure I’m way of of camera range. I’ve never brought my own camera and I will not even take pictures of people it’s just weird.
You’d think I’d learn right? I’d make myself into a doll when I knew I was going to be somewhere? NOPE, see…it’s just this thing inside me. I can’t keep from just being myself. I’ve never felt I had to do that. Always just been comfortable in my own skin ( when It comes to saying cheese for a camera when I HAD to) feeling comfortable with what made me, me took a hell of a lot longer.
Any positive that’s come from this? Sure. My friends tell me I’m the one that makes THEM feel normal, and that having me around gets them in touch with a part of their own lives that they can’t always tap into. (back before they were photographed eating breakfast, farting or simply trying to have a great Friday night. ) I suppose that’s a compliment. I’m their friend that transports them back into a safe normal world. At least I’ve helped someone.
I am going to give an example. If you do not want to look bad in photos, DO NOT Pose for them, ( lol Just kidding) ok for real, do NOT take a picture if you are worried that you aren’t “fixed up” if this is something that makes you feel strange then don’t do it. Especially if:
It’s just a friend who says “Come on! Take a picture!” after you’ve spent over a hour gabbing with said person in photo with you ( see photo below) – do NOT give in to pressure.
If you know your friend is a moron with a camera, do NOT take a picture. you will look worse ( see photo below)
If you are tired, and have had a long evening, and a couple of drinks (see photo below) DO NOT take a picture.
If you have been dancing, partying, and you just want to be nice to someone with a camera (see photo below) DO NOT take a picture. I’m telling you, it’s not a good idea.
For other people they always are dressed to the 9’s, have their “glam” make up on etc etc etc. Go on take your photos if you must, but for someone like myself (camera phobic) I’ll do my best to remember all the rules above. It’s worked 99% of the time. However their are those awkward moments that slipped through the picture “wall” I’ve so carefully built. (see photo below) I just like to have a great time, keep it real, and be me. Friends are hard to find. Friends that don’t back stab, talk behind your back, and are loyal. Damn near impossible if not extinct.
This is the ever popular “Look I’m standing next to a “celebrity” pose. I can’t stand posing like this. Why can’t someone just take a photo when you’re sitting there hanging out? Why do they need both of you to look and smile??? It doesn’t look natural anyway.
Whatever – this has been your warning.
Um yeah second post on this shit. NOW I can’t trace my maternal grandmother’s family back. She was born in Kentucky – Milburn KY = Sucky ass records. Which means hardly ANY records. Well FUCK.