Steve,
Sorry I missed your call. But thank you for the double monologue.
I got a good laugh at that with your voicemail.
Your ruminations remind me of the dream I had decided to share here. Considering we don't know each other personally, speaking for most all members here, I find nothing wrong with simply being your self. You aren't expected to get along with everyone, I believe someone said that would be a tragedy. Or at least extremely tiring.
The dream:
http://spiritualportal.net/index.php/topic,6862.msg42992.html#msg42992I have made an attempt to apologize to you for being so jaded by your political views. Please feel free to be yourself and poop on Trump to your hearts content. I might disagree, and that's all good and well.
Hahaha.
To your initial reply... About past lives.
You also reminded me of what might be a past life memory Joe himself triggered by our being together.
We worked together years ago. I was arranging items on the lower shelf with Joe standing behind me, talking. Suddenly- his voice changed completely. In an instant I was hearing a completely different voice and having a flash of imagery- we were children barefoot on red sand leaned up against a clay hut. We were laughing and playing a game. And like that everything went back to normal.
Was this a past life memory? Or did I tap into something in the present?
