|University Of Life?
||[Mar. 16th, 2005|10:43 am]
I knew a woman once who reckoned that she'd had lots and lots of incarnations and every one of them had ended in suicide.|
Most she had forgotten, but there was one especially vivid one where she was a trembling young thing who had been married off, by way of alliance, to the bearish chieftain of one of thoise tribes where they eat with their hands then throw the bones about. She could still picture the dribbled food in his big red beard.
That life ended with her jumping off a cliff.
But she reckoned that this time round she finally had it in her to make old bones.
The underlying philosophy is that we have lessons to learn- and every life gives us another crack at the current problem. If we solve it, we get to move on to the next. If we don't solve it we keep coming back to take the same exam over and over again.
Do I believe in this? Well, no, of course not, but I'm willing to entertain it as a theory.
So who devised the curriculum?
And don't say the Great White Brotherhood, because I utterly refuse to be doing with any Great White Brotherhood.
The Great Black Sisterhood?
Now that's more like it!
It's always Ancient Egypt, isn't it, or Atlantis?
Why not the 19th century London slums or a 16th century Norwegian village?
Yes, I share your scepticism. I have experienced no past life memories myself, unless you count the dream (a very vivid dream) where I appeared to be a member of the crew of a dark ages trading vessel.
Oh. A lightbulb has just gone on inside me.
I've written a number of times about Everett Reuss. I first heard of him when I went to hear Dana Robinson and his wife Susan
but as soon as I heard about him, and heard Dana's song, I knew him. I have been seeking him since then. Dana's song made me cry, I was the only one in the room that did - because when he talked about Everett, I could feel Everett's feelings. And when I read Everett's letters, I understood that he was manic-depressive - bi-polar- as I am.
I read about him dancing on the edge of a cliff during a desert lightning storm, scaring the people who watched him from below.
So much he said resonated with me, I could feel it deep inside me.
I won't go on and on, but that lightbulb is growing brighter.
I'd never heard of Everett.
I've been looking on the Web. There's not a whole lot there, but what there is is fascinating.
He disappeared. No trace of him has ever been found. There are theories that perhaps he fell into a river and his remains were washed away. Or that he was murdered by someone - the theory seems to be renegades - and dismembered.
My theory is different. When I dreamed about him, he walked into a blinding light. He was still alive and whole...then...
But from what I read he told people he intended to disappear.
And he was only 20.
As to when I shall visit civilization, it will not be soon, I think. I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time.... Do you blame me then for staying here, where I feel that I belong and am one with the world around me?
Nemo...he often referred to himself as Nemo - No one. He felt he had already disappeared...or perhaps had never been.