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PostPosted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 4:46 am 
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It's WEARY, Joey... WEARY! (WICKED is the play that's run 5 years on Broadway... you just play on UFOSeek with the rest of us!!) Sleep well, my friend.

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PostPosted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 6:09 am 
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I can see where I need to be able to meditate.

Interestingly enough, I've been taking a few pills to help me sleep, and I was able to direct a dream.....odd but interesting. Was also able to go back to the dream after I woke up and then fell asleep again. I think that might be progress.

Still too cold here to lay down under a tree. But, I may try to visualize Tweaked's tree and see what happens.

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PostPosted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 7:39 am 
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Just a note to some of you who might be interested:

At night I've become a lot more humble when I talk to "The Source of All the Positive Power of the Universes." I even USE the word humble, and say things like, "I humbly thank you for..." whatever it is that has been positive during the day. Also, I've been asking that any Negativity I hold--conscious or subconscious--be expelled, and as soon as it leaves my White Lights of Protection that surround my body, it becomes inert... I ask it to be transformed so it will not inflict sorrow or damage on anyone, or any other creature in the Universes.

And then... I ask that anyone who is or has directed negative thoughts toward me--those thoughts should be repelled, and made inert, as well... NOT directed back upon the person who sent them, because I forgive them, and not dispelled into the Universes to inadvertently affect anyone or anything else.

And guess what... I have now gained 8 pounds (I was down to 76 pounds again), have been sleeping better, and I also ask to be able to have only GOOD dreams, and ones that I can go back to and FINISH, if I awaken in the middle of them.

It's working for me... It might work for some of you.

It also seems that (in my dreams) my mother and I have come to a forgiveness, of sorts. She was in a dream I had the other night, and I said to her, "Well, Mom, we must have come to SOME positive conclusion after your death, otherwise, we wouldn't be here like this..." and she just smiled at me. It wasn't her usual phony smile; rather, it was something that appeared to be genuine. Perhaps in what's left of my life, and the early months of her death, we have finally come to accept each other for who we were and are, and realize that we don't ever want to repeat this kind of relationship ever again.

I'm not PREACHING to any of you. I'm merely saying what I have come to conclude is working in a positive way for me. Take whatever positive measures from these observations you can, and utilize them appropriately. Sincerely...

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 3:23 am 
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Tweaked, I am so sorry its so aggrivating to read my rambl8ings when its not in a paragraph, but like I said before, I have to get the thoughts out or I lose them my brain is running so fast.

I have to be manic depressive because there is no middle ground for me, I am either way high, my thoughts flying or so down I just want to mkake the world go away.

However I will forever on make all my posts in correct form. It's not like I do not know how to write corerectly, I just get going so fast in my brain or whats left of it that I can't slow down to make paragraphs.

Just kidding, I will make my ramblings easier to read, however that doesn't mean that they will make sense, just easier to read.

I think when you voice what you ask for outloud it makes it more stronger, more powerful, so you doing that is a good idea.Well just checking in with ya joey978

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 3:30 am 
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The most brilliant people are manic to some degree. Some call them excentric, some say moody, others say depressed.

But the manic side of people is the most interesting.

Very high highs, and very low lows. I know exactly what you mean Joey. And the 'high' is usually accompanied by extreme levels of energy and creativity. The lows are that very dark place that is really hard to scramble out of.

I've had medication for depression, and it's like killing off a wildflower. Chop off the flower, then chop off the root, so nothing will grow on either end.

There are benefits to both extreme ends, IF you know what is happening and how to control it.

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:23 am 
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Joey, sweetheart... I don't care if your paragraphs are correct or not. But when you go to post them hit preview and look at the "body"... if it's all in one paragraph, just go up and every four or 5 lines, hit the "return" button twice. Even if the paragraphs aren't perfect, at least the piece will be broken up, and will make it easier to read for people like me.

I once-upon-a-time used to go in and grammatically correct all the posts. Then I got sick, and just don't have the patience to do it anymore.

I know you're not a dummy; anyone who reads you already KNOWS that, for sure...

Lots of love to you, my forum friend.

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PostPosted: Mon May 18, 2009 9:20 pm 
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Maybe we aren't supposed to know... maybe this understanding of past lives is only showing itself now because something big is about to happen or has already happened.

Maybe, whatever was stopping us from finding out about this has just stopped working? I would like to believe that we are evolving to a stage of enlightenment that allows Humanity to see its problems, and get to work on them... finally.


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Here I am again: It seems that I have experienced everything and past life is part of that. However I must say that what I have experienced provided questions as well as answers.

I have known hidden details of places I have never been, this seems to be very common.

Then there was the Organ experience: I had always had a strong desire to play the organ. There was something about it that thrilled me. However it is one of those musical instruments that requires a great deal of talent, and I didn’t have any. One time in Disney world I was at the Canadian exhibit which was a 360 degree movie, a travel loge. One scene was of the Cathedral of Montreal; the camera was outside the main body of the church, then the doors opened and the organ music flooded us, as the camera rolled down the aisle toward the Alter. Tears were running down my face. No one say that because everyone was looking up at the movie. As soon as the scene ended (45 Seconds worth) the tears stopped.

Later that day we went to France. There it was a sit down theater, and a wide screen movie. In one scene the camera was in a balloon drifting across the lovely wine country the music was organ music and the tears began to flow again. This deep emotion over whelmed me.

Was studying Psychology and took this problem to our class. During a hypnosis event I began to tell the story of a young man in Heidelberg Germany, about 1850, my name was Hans Fredrick and I was a student of the organ. It took many years to become a master and able to play at a church and I had just reached that point. I was assigned to a church and before I got to play I came down with pneumonia and died. It seems his soul was greatly grieved. All of the material gained from the session was sent to a research group in London England and verified. I might add that the entire session was in German, and I don’t speak German. Luck for us the instructor did speak German.

One night my family and I were walking through a mall and there was a store that sold Organs and of course they were demonstrating them. I bought one, the most expensive organ they had. I practiced and practiced I took lessons, but the missing element was talent. One night I was trying to play “Fur d else” (spelling is bad) when something took over. It was a possession type of thing. The music began to flow and I sat and watched as my fingers ran wildly over the three key boards and by feet worked the floor petals in a way I would only have dreamed of. It lasted nearly a half an hour. Both my wife and I were in a state of shock. I decided to get some fresh air and stepped outside the apartment only to find about twenty of my neighbors out there. They applauded and I thanked them in behalf of Hans. After that I never had another sad time listening to organ music. A year later I sold the organ.

Now I don’t know if I was Hans or if Hans was just a troubled soul seeking release but in either case Hans finally got to play for an audience.

There was another experience sometime before Hans came along. I was a touring photographer in a part of the country I had never been in before. One evening, when I was heading home I decided to eat dinner at a restaurant (Howard Johnson’s) I told myself that I would park across the street from the restaurant in the bank parking lot. It wasn’t until I had parked my car and crossed the street that it hit me, How did I know where the restaurant was and how did I know that there was a bank across the street from it?

Now this couldn’t have been a past life recall because the restaurant wasn’t old enough to have been there before I was born, this time? I, and friends, ran over all sorts of ways that this could have happened but none of them answered all of the possibilities. Now that we have Quantum mechanics could it have been a parallel life experience? I doubt I will ever truly know.


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Always thought reincarnation was kinda silly, until 2007 ... I decided to internally explore WHY the smell and taste of raw oysters always made me want to cry. So, all hell broke loose when I did that. I locked myself in a bathroom and cried for an hour, over the death of a father I apparently never knew I had. I struggled to decipher details through the tears, apparently it was Japan, late 1800's or early 1900's, judging from the electric light mounted on my father's fishing boat. He'd disappeared and then later his boat washed up on shore of our town. I was a young girl and secretly my mother blamed me for his death.

Never mind that in 2007 I was obviously male, a construction worker, in my thirties, and I'd never even been to Japan and knew nothing of Japanese culture. But all these details were so real and historically and culturally accurate. I had to embrace the idea of reincarnation.

Over time I regained memory of that whole lifetime... calligraphy classes as a girl, how we used to break bamboo stems with our teeth and dip the tip in ink. Working in my parents' fish market, how my stepfather had arranged my marriage to the son of one of his business partners. The two children I mothered, the messenger with the funny hat showed up one day to tell us my husband died in the war. The house I inherited from his parents, the husband my daughter married, and the record player I inherited from my mother when she died. No one even had electricity back then, I had to seduce an electrician to tap wires illegally and bring them into my house, just to power the record player. I could remember when Elvis became popular, how much I hated him, but loved Tony Bennett and Guy Lombardo. I remember making phone calls to my older son in Osaka, from the one phone booth in the middle of my town. I remember moving in with him in the 1960's, smoking from his opium pipe while he was at work all day, the black and white tv we'd leave on all night, an endless barrage of Japanese gameshows. He was always too doped up to get up and turn it off. I was too old. In a few months time I had enough mundane details to fill a very boring novel. And to this day that whole lifetime is as clear to me as my own childhood.


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Please, WRITE A BOOK! :D

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