August 19, 2004
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spinksy,
who has commented on the blog I just posted and is often first to
comment on one of my blogs, expressed an interest in some stories of my
past lives.For her and anyone else with an interest, the link below goes to a blog
that not only contains a few stories, but also links to more.Watching Master and Commander (a
naval epic from the Napoleonic Wars) last night reminded me of a
disconnected snippet of a life that I’ve recalled frequently and
wondered whatever happened to the rest of that life.The bit
I recall involves being shipwrecked on a rocky shore I take to be the
Iberian Coast somewhere between Gibraltar and the Riviera. I
floated ashore and was picked up by cowled, gray-robed monks from a
nearby monastery. I spent the remainder of that life (days,
weeks, months ???) going in and out of a fevered consciousness, in a
hard, narrow cot in a narrow stone room or corridor in that monastery,
struggling for breath. The monks apparently had taken vows of
silence. They didn’t speak but only communicated by gestures.My best guess is that a head injury in the shipwreck or the fever or
something might have induced amnesia and I died then not recalling
anything that preceded my waking up ashore among the wreckage.
I’ve not tried regressing to track down any more of it. I have
not done many hypnotic regressions since the past-life recall became
spontaneous about fourteen years ago.
Comments (9)
Thank you for taking my question seriously.
I’m really interested to read….
wow, that’s interesting. I once had someone give me a reading on a past life of mine but I don’t know if he was for real. heh. Take care. : ]
Hi darlin’–got my knives (15 or so–love ‘em), put $20 in the checking account, finished my blog, dropped off the clothes (they DO take all clothes but want clothing only, I took the thermal paper out of one sack, don’t know what to do with it), may do some shopping later today, probably will not open up–my cabin looks like a pack of trolls has been living there, I GOTTA do some cleaning after I shower and do laundry.
HAH–who needs phones when we have Xanga!
Just finished a two day marathon of reading all the blogs linked to your backstory. That’s quite a life. I can’t wait to read more.
Hi Susu,
I know this might seem a bit strange (as I haven’t been around for awhile, for various reasons) but if you have the time and energy, could you take a look at my latest blog? If this isn’t a good time, it’s not a big deal; I just wanted your opinion. I feel funny asking for this, as I’m not really good at asking for attention, really. I just respect your opinion and – due to some karmically unexpected turns recently – I guess I’m asking for whatever thoughts or commentary you may have. I guess I just want your ‘longview’ of things. But if this is a bad time, PLEASE don’t feel obligated to do so as I don’t want to be a burden in ANY way.
I feel like such a numbnut for even asking this. Please don’t feel pressured or think I’m a jerk for doing so. I really don’t do this … at all, really. If you can, that’s great. If you can’t, I completely and 100% understand. Thanks again. And I apologize again for even asking this, as I really feel badly for imposing.
thanks,
rosabelle
A gray martyrdom; mmmm, interesting. Denominare?
Peace.
hey, we got a birthday coming soon !!!
Wow! How did you first realise you had past lives?
i try to imagine you or i living in a monastary [voluntarily or not] in which there is no speaking and i just can’t quite make it happen.
there would have to be computers upon which we could spew our words.
and of course, i’d get nailed for talking to myself as i wandered aimlessly, whether in a dream or IRL.