August 23, 2004

• I’m back.

  I don’t suppose many of you even knew I was gone.  The ones who read Greyfox‘s
  blog and leave comments would have seen where I told him I was ready to
  hit the road.  Otherwise, my absence wasn’t much longer than it
  has been on other occasions.

  Thursday night at the NA meeting, a visitor from San Jose, California
  (my birthplace), talked up the “Campvention” scheduled for this weekend
  just past.   I felt a clear urge from Spirit to go. 
  That’s what the program calls, “conscious contact with God,” and I
  immediately started making plans, clearing them with Greyfox… and
  second-guessing myself.  Before I allowed myself to talk me out of
  it, I checked it with an oracle.  I used Greyfox’s Crystal Oracle
  at his cabin before I drove home that night.  When the oracle said
  the outlook was completely positive, I decided to go. 

  It started raining before I go home and the next day I was
  second-guessing myself some more, but finally got off my butt and out
  the door.   I call that listening to my Spirit Guides, sorta, more
  or less, after a fashion.  The trip wore me out in more ways than
  one.  Too much exercise, not enough sleep, and persistent problems
  with my car’s electrical system were just the tip of the iceberg. 
  The rest of it is likely to be a long story, and there are a lot of
  pictures to save to the hard drive, go through, modify for Xanga,
  upload, etc.  That might or might not get done tomorrow.

  Meanwhile….

  littlemissscatterbrain asked:
         Wow! How did you first realise you had past lives?

  I think that was a case of the operation of the Spirit of Truth. 
  My parental programming and my education in both school and church had
  taught me that reincarnation was a false doctrine, a
  superstition.   I got my first clues that the reality was
  otherwise from several people I met during the late 1960s
  and early 1970s, who told me they had known me in a past life.  I
  might have dismissed that, except that they were people with whom I had
  felt an immediate affinity, as if I’d known them all my life.

  A bit later, after I got out of prison, another of those past-life
  associates whose path crossed mine told me about Aron Abrahamson, a
  psychic who did past life readings.  I wrote to him and asked if
  he could help me understand my relationships with my mother and my
  children.  That’s all I told him.  The reading he did for me
  explained that in two previous lives, one in Atlantis and another in
  ancient Greece, those souls who had been reborn this time as my mother
  and my two daughters had shared with me karmic issues of abandonment
  and adoption.  Specifically, in one of those lives I had been too
  ill to care for my children and my mother had reared them.  In the
  other, she had abandoned us.

  That by itself impressed me, given the events of this lifetime. 
  He also mentioned that in one of those lives I had been a mathematician
  and that I had a talent for it in this life.  Then he went on to
  say that in the other life I had been a musician and that if I did not
  do something with that talent it would “go to seed.”  That he knew
  I had developed my math skills but not my musical skills was doubly
  impressive.

  Then one time at a meeting of a metaphysical study group I said that
  hearing Dick Sutphen’s voice on tape raised the hairs on the back of my
  neck, that I could not stand the man, just from hearing his
  voice.  One of the members responded to my statement.   She
  said that I might have known him in a past life.  That had the
  ring of truth to it.  As I was leaving, that woman gave me two
  sets of Dick’s past life therapy tapes.   I worked at controlling
  those irrational responses to his voice, and began learning about my
  past lives.  Some of my initial regressions shed light on a series
  of dreams I’d had in my childhood.  That story is linked in the
  blog just before this one.  It is the one about Danny and Kitty.

  That’s all from me today.  We had a widespread lengthy power
  outage here today, and when Doug got up after the power came back on,
  the only response he got when he tried to boot the computer was,
  “operating system not found.”  But I used the magical “fixer’s
  touch” and it started up for me.  Now, he’s waiting for this
  machine and the PS2 is waiting for me.

  • 10:30 pm
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