January 12, 2003

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  Last weekend, I had problems leaving comments… they vanished, leaving only eprops behind. It happened again today, on my daughter’s latest blog. I don’t think she has blocked me. *eh, Angie??* Pikake had commented about Virgoan bluntness, mentioning me, and Angie responded, with more mention of me, and I wanted to respond. (Can’t you just imagine how badly I wanted to….?)  As I hate being muffled, stifled, muzzled, quashed and shushed, here, before I get into my topic for today, is that rejected comment:

  
  

  
  

  I have been learning to have a gentler way of addressing people, through your influence and Greyfox’s. It was the reformed heroin addicts in the Family Rap therapy group who taught me to speak bluntly. I was hardcore. If I had not been approached that way, with that radical Reality Attack Therapy, I would have gone on denying reality and rationalizing my feelings. This is true for many strong-minded people.

  
  

  I know that frankness repels some listeners. I have given a lot of thought to how to be as effective as possible in reaching people for mental/emotional healing. I ask mySelf if I need to tone it down. The answer I get is that there is a place for each style of communication.

  
  

  My quest is to learn to distinguish where and when it is better to be blunt, or to be tactful. It is particularly challenging for me because tact is often nothing but a form of manipulation and I will avoid that at all costs. If one ever declines to speak honestly because one knows or suspects that the listener will react negatively, that is dishonesty by omission. If one changes one’s message to one that will be more acceptable, that is manipulation.

  
  

  I am grateful to Pikake  and Angie for starting this discussion. Maybe some of our readers, through comments, can help me discover some clues that would assist in my quest. Meanwhile, I’m just going to keep blurting it out.

  
  

  Soulmates

  
  

  SoulMates is the title of a book by Jess Stearn. Before I had read it, my conception of a soulmate was colored by pop culture, and probably by biology, too. I thought a soulmate was TheOne, the love-of-my-life Prince Charming lifemate created just for me. That book expanded my view of the matter.

  
  

  Then my spiritual evolution eased up a notch and I was suddenly able to recall my past lives. That expanded my view of the matter of soul mates even further. Since I’ve found a cluster of soulmates here on Xanga, I think it’s appropriate to initiate a little discussion of the matter.

  
  

  The popular conception of a soulmate is similar to the New Age reincarnational concept of a twin soul or Twin Flame, one of the types of soulmates with which I am familiar. I don’t have one yet. One of my purposes for this life is to create one, choose one, find one willing to mate souls with me.

  
  

  Two other types of soulmates (and there may be still other types as well) are the companion and the task mate. Tasks to which soulmates commit themselves in the interval between lives include the working out of karma by replaying old patterns to a different conclusion, achieving some joint goal or project, and serving as catalysts to each other for growth or soul development. In this life, I’ve crossed paths with several soulmates for the purpose of creating children. Some of those children are also task mates of mine. Doug and I, for example, had some life-and-death karma to work out; Angie and I (it should come as no surprise) have karmic abandonment and adoption issues to address on a large societal stage.

  
  

  Here at Xanga, I have found several souls I recognize from past lives. That’s how it goes with old souls. Many of us go through our youths encountering people who seem familiar though we’ve never met in this life, and having strangers say, “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Then, we undergo hypnotic regression, or turn some corner in our unconscious minds and start dreaming our past life experiences, or just start remembering. Sometimes we’ll get together with someone who remembers some of the same things we remember [*waves* Hi, Sarah ! ] and a different perspective on the events will undo a nasty little karmic kink for us.

  
  

  Not one to keep stuff to myself, I’ve been dropping comments here and there about some of my past life memories. Responses have been interesting, intriguing, and I’ve put some focussed attention into seeing more, remembering in greater detail. Last night, in Theta, the hypnogogic state between waking and sleep, I saw faces that I could connect with Xanga screen names… in some cases more than one face to a name. I saw lives shared in the Old West of the Plains, in Mediaeval Europe, Neolithic Anatolia, and in Xocoma.

  
  

  That last one is a biggie. I mean the soul group, this company of committed souls, is big and there’s a significant contingent of us who have made it to Xanga. Hi, there, Teotihuacanos!  Want to join me in a Xocoma blogring? We came to inform, enlighten and educate. Let’s do it.

  
  

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