Tagged with 'past lives'

Did you ever have dreams as a toddler that struck you hard and stuck with you? It might've scared you, made you think, or confused you. Think back, can you still see them?

I remember the last dream I had that prompted me to run to my parents room and sleep in their bed. I was terrified and i'm not sure if i've only seen this dream once or not, but I still remember it just as clearly:

I've come to a life situation where I am needing to move but not able to take the vast majority of my possessions with me. This has resulted in me selling or giving away the things I own. It's been interesting to watch my feelings of attachment to these possessions come up, as well as my desires to get a certain amount of money for various items.

Join me as I take a look into the karmic canyons of Carlos Casteneda. Who is he really? Where is he coming from? Why the mystery? Don Juan? We also take a peak at the synastry between him and a couple of his nebulous lovers. The Q and A/ free reading portion has stuck, along with the to date "weather report" informing you on what exactly is going on in the sky. Hope you enjoy.

I have been an advocate of the polyamorous lifestyle since I was 17 years old and had never even heard of polyamory at that point in my life. The term was introduced to me by my history professor my senior year of college when I was 21.

I know how much we all love to break down the seemingly common place words that we use every day. I decided to write a follow-up blog to my Polyamory in Practice blog, and in thinking of what to say and how to title it, it occurred to me that the term “relationship” is very heavy with meaning that we may sometimes not think about!

In my past life I was a French monk. As him, I was married to Mother Church and Mother Nature. My next evolutional step was to marry my inner-woman. I was reborn male with all the monk’s sensitivity and receptivity, but in a time and place where they would not flourish properly. Unlike most transsexual females, I was not born into the wrong body.

I have decided that I must begin to share my experiences. I have been on a bit of a writing hiatus and i feel like I've finally figured out why. I am terrified for some reason to reveal any of them. I’m not sure entirely why but I feel that somehow someone will lose respect for me, will not take me seriously perhaps. Maybe people will think I’m making it up, I don’t know.

I’ve always been the kind of person that is full of answers. I look around and see so many problems and my mind is always whirring with solutions and possibilities, humming and sometimes screaming out the answers.