Deja vu that’s what it’s called when you have the feeling that you have done something before and not in a repetitious way but the exact same thing maybe in a past life. Reincarnation is when someone believes they have had a past life, I believe I have been here many times, and I often think of who some of those past lives could have been and their significance in history. Maybe I was there when Jesus was crucified and that’s where I got my feelings of sorrow for someone suffering or being falsely accused, maybe I was one of the 300 fighting the Persian invading army and learned to overcome overwhelming odds against me. When Moses realized that he was chosen to deliver the Hebrews from Egypt was I the slave that he saved from the Egyptian task master is that where I get my appreciation of others who help me when I need it.
Was I Nostradamus himself and saw myself writing this very blog in the future but didn’t see it important enough to add it in my quatrains. Am I a mayan who got left behind when the others went back to the home planet is that where I learned to never over sleep. Was I a Native American when the settlers ask was I cold and would like a blanket I said noooooooo but I will have some of that fire water if you don’t mind. Was I in Africa when the strange people in the large boats came and asked would I like a ride in the Ship and said don’t forget to buckle up its a long trip.
Of the good and the bad in the world today it’s a given that we are in a continuing cycle of recycles and maybe heaven and hell is overflowing and only letting the best of the best or the worst of the worst what ever the qualifications for each may be in. So this time I’m taking notes and doing the right thing because the world is getting more and more ruthless and I think I want to sit the next re-birth out. I’ve seen enough of trials, tribulations heartache and pain and the Torment has gotten the best of all my past lives. I have been here before and if I have anything to say about it I won’t come back no more this time I promise.
I know that feeling, Yogi. I really appreciate your honesty. It takes great strength to look at the world as it is and truthfully express how it’s making you feel. Realism can be very painful at times, but it ends up being your strength. Your feelings are real and precious. Your open expression is received with gratitude.
By: Christine DeLorey on November 5, 2010
at 6:25 pm
Powerful stuff. Keep your faith, Jerry!
By: Lisa on November 5, 2010
at 7:26 pm
Wow, JT, wow. Very thoughtful, insightful, and feeling. Made me cry.
By: Dr. Nancy McMurtry on November 6, 2010
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