IF you had a previous life, what/who do you think you may have been?

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on the other end of the Spectrum

WHO/what would you like to be in your next life if you had the choice?


THAT should get the over-active brain cells workin' on a Friday night :evilgrin:


(Even if'n ya don answer this post, I betcha alot of ya will keep thinkin' about it for awhile . . )

working class people. My punishment in this life was to be born into my family, which is far from rich.

just like I am now. People seem to like to believe they once were somebody like Cleopatra or Louis XIV or Mozart or Atahualpa, when it's much more likely they were just some poor illiterate peasant. If I am reincarnated in the future I definitely want to be a pampered house cat. Where do I send in my application?

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I never thought of that -

Even DOGS don't get to crawl all over their masters to find that warm spot.

An most masters don't make ya go outside to "do ur business"

Pampered Pussy

Not a bad choice at all!

Because, although I'm petrified of the water, I have this raging desire to sail on a sailing ship - not a sailboat but a three masted sailing ship. Which is just nuts because I won't even go in a swimming pool.

I don't know what I'd like to be in my next life. I don't want a next life. I'm looking forward to getting some rest.

bicycle seat.

Okay, I can admit to being juvenile.

:crazy:

Who died suddenly when, on a wicked acid trip, thought they could fly and jumped out a window.



I'm so twisted. :7

:hi:

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One of the best times to live in North America IMO

I lived in San Diego 79-80

And both countries were havin' a good time back then



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:shrug:

Because God is using this lifetime to punish me for it! ;)

I was a Dutch sailor who was swept off the rigging drowned off South Africa. (mid 1700's)

I was part of a wandering theater company in France in the 1600's. I acted and played the lute, neither one very well. I died of syphilis.

I was a toy maker in Germany (I carved wooden dolls), but I drank what little money I made and died quite young when I passed out drunk in a snow bank one night, and froze to death. (Early 1700's)

I was a miner somewhere in Canada. I don't know where, but I spoke French (late 1800's to early 1900's) I died of some lung ailment.

I was a child on a farm in Pennsylvania but I died in a house fire when I was less than 3 years old. (early 1900's)

who copied manuscripts. No, I don't know anything about the Shroud.

A Native American shaman.

A victim of the Holocost who died in one of the camps.

Another life?

How about complete Unity with the One?

I didn't give details....

at the same time. Maybe we were both the same person, eh?

david

and whose most important mission in life was to make sure that nothing was lost for future generations.

That's why I'm always involved in some dumb project or another to gather stuff for a comprehensive collection of something. All the live Genesis recordings, all the lost footage for X,Y,Z film.

Plus I really, really love books as objects, even beyond what's written in them.

On Edit: In the next life I'd like to be a settler on another planet.

david

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Being an avid camper, a traveller and a wee bit of an exploreer,

I find that idea attractive

BUT

Being a Pampered Pussy . . .

hmmmmm

:evilgrin:

It's so amazing to me, though, that I think I would overcome the pampered pussy part, though I don't know for sure.

I really want to go to the Amazon, but I HATE bugs, so who knows if I'll ever do it. Now that's being a wus!

david

maybe I was one of the survivors of the Donner party :evilgrin:

That would explain the lack of activity nowadays.

Although Joan had united the French behind Charles and had put an end to English dreams of hegemony over France, Charles opposed any further campaigns against the English. Therefore, it was without royal support that Joan conducted (1430) a military operation against the English at Compiègne, near Paris. She was captured by Burgundian soldiers, who sold her to their English allies. The English then turned her over to an ecclesiastical court at Rouen to be tried for heresy and sorcery. After 14 months of interrogation, she was accused of wrongdoing in wearing masculine dress and of heresy for believing she was directly responsible to God rather than to the Roman Catholic church. The court condemned her to death, but she penitently confessed her errors, and the sentence was commuted to life imprisonment. Because she resumed masculine dress after returning to jail, she was condemned again—this time by a secular court—and, on May 30, 1431, Joan was burned at the stake in the Old Market Square at Rouen as a relapsed heretic.


The republicans would surly if they could burn me at the stake.

Also a Nubian slave in Egypt no time frame but during the Pharaohs.

There were probably other, but who can remember them all.

Next life: I, too, have mentioned the cat thing. But having just shaved my long-haired cat because of mats, I'm amending that to a short-haired cat... with a nice family.

named Arthur Hamper...born March 1852 in Hamstead England and died in the 1930s...

also I feel I was black man in Africa running from slave traders. Escaped by running for three days with my wife and daughter. We made it to a big cave where our daughter died. (this was my first memory of a past life)

Also.. I remember being a farmer in a country I think was Ireland.

My only other memory..is being a monk in northern India ... I remember sitting around a fire with others meditating, I had a bald head and orange robe.


As far as who I would like to be in my NEXT life.... I hope I don't have to come back.

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On camping and fishing?

Ya,

I peeked . . >>

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ps: if'n ya like Camping and fishing - check out my camping pix

(clik on my eyes here)

I have read hundreds of books also....

I did check out your pictures... they were awesome!

Craig Lake State Park is my Favorite place to camp. It is in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

Here I am with my Daughter Stephanie...:-)

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Which runs into the Ottawa River.

I did alot of canoeing as a kid

IN camp as a kid we did "gunnel racing", at which I was a champ, having no fear of water . .

Gunnel racing is standing up with your feet on the gunnels, the further back on the canoe you can handle it, the faster you will go,

and you "pump" your legs up and down to give it forward motion -

Better be coordinated tho

- too much push on one side or the other and you're swimming!

oh some pics you might want to show your daughter, Stephanie

Orphaned Bunnies kept me an extra week training them to be self-sufficient)


Clik here for that album, and larger pix (can't hotlink fullsize pix from my website in here)

Some friends ran over the nest with a riding lawn mower and they took the five little bunnies. We don't know why they just didn't leave them there... I am sure the mother wasn't to far off.... but they asked us if we would try to save them. We did our best... but in the end all five died. We had checked with our vet and he told us when the white spot disappears off the top of their heads they would be ready to live on their own. It was a sad experience to spend so much effort to keep them alive, just to see them one by one lose strength little by little until they couldn't eat anymore.

It looks as though you were successful in raising these wild bunnies..... good job. :-)

As far as canoing, Craig lake is eight miles around with groomed trails surrounding the lake. You have to either hike to a camping spot or take a canoe or boat.... there are no motors allowed on the lake ... and you have to carry all supplies about a quarter of a mile from the parking lot to the launch site. It is catch and release only for pike, musky and bass.... you can keep the walleyes.

I was fishing alone one WINDY day on the far side of the lake... I was sitting in the short end of the canoe and the wind caught the front edge and over I went... fortunately I was near the shore and only in about six feet of water....but my tackle box was open and I lost my oar. I waded to the shore and had to hike two miles to camp to get another paddle. I learned several valuable lessons that day..... never sit in the short end of a canoe on a windy day when alone.... it is better to row with your back to the wind...and ALWAYS close your tackle box when not in use....LOL

Fun times....;)

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But they cuddled constantly, and one day, I didn't get them back in quick enough after it started to rain, so they got a wee bit wet(I always brought them in at night, but they were free to get out of their box if they wanted to)

I noticed them grooming each other

SO

I sprinkled a little water on them after that, with a wee bit of sugar in the water - they groomed, and next thing ya know, they were eating the fresh clover and stuff I put in their "home" a few times a day

I rarely touched them, even after they "cuddled up" to my feet a few times - believing that the smell of human on them might not fare them well in the bush after I left.

WHEN I left - I put their "home" in the bush, covered it with natural stuff like leaves, branches and grass

The "home" was still there next year, undamaged by human or other, so I suspect they survived quite well

But I wonder

Do they think "momma" smells like Budweiser?

We didn't have that option... we tried to raise them in a box in my daughters bedroom. They were very young also... only a week or so old when we received them.

How did you come in possession of the picture?

Just curious...

Also...thanks for the link to radioenigma.... I am listening right now... its awesome. :-)

It's Charles Bukowski; the guy who made me want to become a writer...

Thanks for the kind words about the station; any resquest you want let me know; I play everything..

I was born twenty years to the day of his assasination, and I've had dreams on occasion where I've been him. Then again, I don't get nearly the amount of women he did.

Maybe I'm actually Oswald.

:D

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:evilgrin:

and is that past?

or wannabea?

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towers freaked me out, and I used to have disturbing dreams about towers. Also I felt a certain familiarity with pictures of Ireland and England, even though I had never been there and am not English or Irish. So I sometimes wondered whether I might have been imprisoned in an old tower or castle in one of those countries.

I want to come back as a large and lethal pretzel.