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University Of Life? [Mar. 16th, 2005|10:43 am]
Tony Grist
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!

[User Picture]From: halfmoon_mollie
2005-03-16 12:26 pm (UTC)
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...
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2005-03-16 12:45 pm (UTC)
But from what I read he told people he intended to disappear.

How strange.

And he was only 20.
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[User Picture]From: halfmoon_mollie
2005-03-16 01:30 pm (UTC)
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.

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