Any future containing mashed potatoes is a good one.

The idea of past lives is an interesting one, but I find I have the same problem as you - everyone seems to only have past lives of significance, which we know simply can't be the case. Where are the "Ah, you were a starving peasant in this life...and in this one, too...and this one and this one, and..." scenarios?

I have had experiences of past life where I was just a man who died in the gas chambers...I have met someone I knew' at a conference, who I had known in that last life and who I had last seen in the camps and I recognised her... she was small boy the last time I had seen her. That freaked her out, as she had just had been regressed and there was no way I could have known what the regression therapist had told her.. (I didn't know the therapist either), but that's exactly what she had been told. It filled in some gaps for her too, and hopefully some closure.

I also have memories, and told my mum about them when I was 8 ( I'm nearly 50 now) where I was just a peasant girl who worked in a Big House in Yorkshire, in the kitchen. I was the lowest of the low and died of chest infection.. in fact I think most of mine I have been a no body!

Thanks to the ricer I've eliminated the lumps from my mashed potato. It represents a great step forward.

One point to consider is that we'll all have had many past lives- possibly hundreds- and most of them we forget. It's only the "significant" ones that stay with us.

actually I am not as amazed, I had a vision many years ago, just before I became a Xn, indeed what sorta led me there ( I have always felt i was Jewish!), I was at 'a' Crucifixion... I felt the covers over my head, the long clothes - I knew I was a woman, I saw a man being crucified.. with non of the niceties,( I.e the pretty pastoral & pictorial cinematic pre Gibson kinda stuff!) I smelt the blood, the piss and the shit, I heard the screams, the pain, I felt the sun, and dirt and the wind, I saw the dirt in his toenails, I saw his nakedness and I saw the darkness... I knew I was there... I felt the sorrow of those around me, the screams and the sobs...and the fear.

It was a strange experience, and not one I was prepared for or trying to find or experience - I had just come in from work, I wasn't drunk, I had took no drugs, it was late at night and no one was around, I sat with a cup of tea, drinking and watching tv and the next moment I was there. I came round and it was hours later... and I was sobbing. I was 25.

I can't say it was Yeshua been Yosef or Yeshua of Nazareth they were crucifying.. but it 'felt' like it was. I didn't hear his name or anything like that, I didn't see angels.. I just witnessed brutality, anger, hate on a scale I had never felt before.. and utter desolation and loss, and the question of Why... the man was a good man.

it left a big impression on me, and I sought answers, perhaps I went to the wrong Church!

Crucifixion was common enough in Roman times. I've just finished reading a book by Robert Harris about Cicero and he mentions how a man called Crassus wanted to scare the shit out of people and crucified about six hundred men he took prisoner - the whole Appian Way was lined with crosses.

I know about Cicero and Crassus.... though this was before I 'knew' about either of them.. I wasn't that well read at that age ( I had 3 young children and a[?] useless husband!)

the most I would known about Crucifixion and the character of Crassus, etc., would have been from the film Spartacus!

I am better read now...;)

That's a fascinating experience.

I've been thinking about it and had this idea. The crucifixion of Jesus has been the subject of intense, impassioned contemplation for nearly two thousand years now. Perhaps all that psychic energy has created a place on the astral where it can be readily accessed and experienced. This might explain why so many people have memories of it- even though it was originally an event of no very great importance, at which there would have been comparatively few witnesses.

Does that make any sense?

I love the juxtaposition of "mashed potatoes for lunch" with all that heavy past/future life thinking! ;-)

:)

I like to mix it up.

I wonder what the history of mashed potatoes is... of course, I'm sure I could find it online...

Up until now I've been using a potato masher which- basically- just stomps the potatoes to mush. The ricer is so much more efficient- and produces an end product with a lovely, fluffy texture.