Thursday, February 2, 2012

Out Of This World





Sorry about yesterday. I was in transit, on my way home from Florida. One of the things I don't like about air travel is when the plane hits a pocket of air and the craft drops quickly and dramatically. It really makes your life pass before your eyes and yesterday it made me think of a past life reading I had once, when I visited a fortune teller.


I went with some friends to a "tea room" and had the choice to have a life reading with tarot cards, tea leaves or have what they called a past life reading. I was intrigued, so I chose the past life reading. Now I know what you are going to say; that most of this sounds like complete bullsh*t and I won't even tell you how much I paid for it. (it was not a fortune) I've heard it all too, about them making up whatever they want, etc. But I will tell you this, I never forgot it.


The man that gave me the reading first told me that in a past life, I lived in London and came from a very wealthy and aristocratic family. I was a very well educated woman, married with children and I was a prominent barrister. At a young age, I was responsible for writing important laws, and worked in Parliment and had a very lucrative and fulfilling law practice. Hmmm, interesting. I immediately identified with the writer.


In my next life I was a male...HA! Really? He then told me that I was married and had two small children. I adored my wife and she passed away from illness at a very young age. He told me that I never really recovered from the death of my spouse and that I spent years in a deep depression which eventually ruined my business and my life. Interesting. At the time of my reading, I was in the process of a divorce and was not in a good place.


In my last life, he told me I was a black slave. I had endured a horrific trip over to the colonies by boat where I was beaten and raped but when I came here I was sold to a kind white woman who cared about me and educated me. I lived on a plantation and spent the majority of my days learning to read and sew. So interesting.


All this hocus pocus stuff is sort of a take it or leave it type thing. I had never really thought of a reading revealing any details from anything other than the life I was living in the present. Whether or not it's true will remain a mystery till my next life, possibly, but it certainly left an imperssion on me. So much so, that I called it to my memory in those small, air dropping minutes on the plane.


I guess your whole past lives can flash before your eyes too.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Why not go down to the Isles and have a Rasta man roll the bones for you? Then get really really toasty on some of the stickiest of the icky mon.

Heff said...

Hey, if you ever wanna turn back time, Heff could use a good slave....

Decent hours, decent wage, no heavy lifting.....

Cora said...

That reminds me of that movie Defending Your Life when the characters who died get to see images from their past lives. Meryl Streep was Prince Valiant and Albert Brooks was some dude running in terror from a tiger in the jungle. Soooo funny.

Furtheron said...

Interesting... one thing the order was that important? Because if as read you'd have had to have been a female barrister in London way before women were allowed to practise law - which didn't come in until the 1920s... just not really enough years for 1920 to now and for you to have been a slave... when was that outlawed? 1830s in UK I think