Mimsey Borogrove
Crusader
I was thinking about this while the traffic was at a crawl due to a wreck ahead on the harbor freeway - I was thinking about the mom that got shot in DC and my own erratic behavior in the past. Unexplained behavior really.
I have always had a problem with police - ignoring their commands, walking towards them when they tell me to stop. I don't even know why I do it. When RFK was campaigning in my home town, me perhaps a tweener, stood in the road, making his limo drive around me - me who knew nothing about who was the president, paid an absolute zero of attention to the news of the world, had this protesters mentality emerge as if from nowhere, and I was damned if I was going to move for him.
I tried to write screen plays - and my head got all messed up, not about the subject matter of my stories, but the business of it, networking, taking classes, the antagonism of the secondary role a writer plays.
The things I could do easily. I was fooling around, trying to fix a car and someone commented that I looked like a person who knew what they were doing, but couldn't recall exactly how to fix it. Some things like science I pick up so fast - not so with math and grammar - phew - even after doing the Key to Life course, I still struggle.
When I saw a Life Magazine photo spread on operations, showing opened torso's and the guts, and my extreme reaction, and my unwillingness to look at mummies, but not minding freshly dead people - weird.
My point is - were did these things come from? Why did I seek to block Kennedy at such a young age? My young life seemed almost like a person recovering from some sort of trauma - I was way out in daydream land, and not connecting with reality. And yet I recognize a politician the first time I see his limo coming my way?
Kinda like icebergs from the past invading my current life and moving me in directions I find amazing.
This girl had head trauma and she goes all weird in the nations capitol. I don't wonder at all. Not a bit.
Perhaps this is all the proof one needs they have had past lives. Am I alone in this, have you had similar experiences?
Mimsey
I have always had a problem with police - ignoring their commands, walking towards them when they tell me to stop. I don't even know why I do it. When RFK was campaigning in my home town, me perhaps a tweener, stood in the road, making his limo drive around me - me who knew nothing about who was the president, paid an absolute zero of attention to the news of the world, had this protesters mentality emerge as if from nowhere, and I was damned if I was going to move for him.
I tried to write screen plays - and my head got all messed up, not about the subject matter of my stories, but the business of it, networking, taking classes, the antagonism of the secondary role a writer plays.
The things I could do easily. I was fooling around, trying to fix a car and someone commented that I looked like a person who knew what they were doing, but couldn't recall exactly how to fix it. Some things like science I pick up so fast - not so with math and grammar - phew - even after doing the Key to Life course, I still struggle.
When I saw a Life Magazine photo spread on operations, showing opened torso's and the guts, and my extreme reaction, and my unwillingness to look at mummies, but not minding freshly dead people - weird.
My point is - were did these things come from? Why did I seek to block Kennedy at such a young age? My young life seemed almost like a person recovering from some sort of trauma - I was way out in daydream land, and not connecting with reality. And yet I recognize a politician the first time I see his limo coming my way?
Kinda like icebergs from the past invading my current life and moving me in directions I find amazing.
This girl had head trauma and she goes all weird in the nations capitol. I don't wonder at all. Not a bit.
Perhaps this is all the proof one needs they have had past lives. Am I alone in this, have you had similar experiences?
Mimsey

