Your past life diagnosis: I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Portugal around the year 1325. Your profession was that of a jeweler or watch-maker. Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Inquisitive, inventive, you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books. Talent for drama, natural born actor. The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
The world is full of ill and lonely people. You should help those, who are less fortunate than you are. Do you remember now?

It's right there on the tip of my tongue.

female, New Guinea, 1200, dancer/singer/actor with the mind of a scientist, often misunderstood, but respected for knownledge


kinda cool :) (what's new? ;)) and I got a total recall now!

uhmm, I thought that was just one of those dream-things, but I suppose so...

If my lesson is to develop a kind attitude towards people, and to acquire the gift of understanding and compassion, then I'm going to be a warthog in my next life.

Yeah, I can see my future life.

You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Greece around the year 1075. Your profession was that of a monk (nun), bee-keeper or lone gunman.


Probably a very effective lone guman, too, since you'd have been the only one in the world in 1075.

Apparently I had an epic fail.

"Your profession was that of a shepherd, horseman or forester....You could have been a leader."

As a matter of fact,
every sense
i got this new
magic pillow
i remember everythin!

Doesn't seem like much has changed.

"Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Ukraine around the year 1175. Your profession was that of a leader, major or captain.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated. Sometimes your environment considered you strange.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
It always seemed to you that your perceptions of the world are somewhat different. Your lesson is to trust your intuition as your best guide in your present life.
Do you remember now?"

"Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but this is your very first and only earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the state of California in the year 1963. Your professions so far have been: Paper boy, stock boy, bakery cleaner, student, soldier, artist, courier.
Your brief psychological profile in your current life:
You go with the flow till the flow approaches rocks then you paddle like hell to stay off of them. Your lesson is to chart the very best coarse you can as circumstances permit.
Do you remember now?"

ya...duh.

You were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern North Australia around the year 1725. Your profession was that of a leader, major or captain.

I was just ahead of my time :p
the gun in question:

I love that it has a diagram on it that showes the proper way to point it...wonder if there were issues with the "beta" model that neccecitated the pictogram.

I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Arctic around the year 1750. Your profession was that of a entertainer, musician, poet or temple-dancer. Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
You were a sane, practical person, a materialist with no spiritual consciousness. Your simple wisdom helped the weaker and the poor. The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You should develop your talent for love, happiness and enthusiasm and you should distribute these feelings to all people.

Do you remember now?

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Hahaha, apparently so, because of all environmental inconveniences, I hate being cold the most. :D

Lulu, I like how you were either a nun or a lone gunman. I can sort of see how those intersect on the Venn diagram of professions. But how in the hell does bee-keeper come into it?!?
You should make an LED nun wearing a bee-keeper's veil and carrying a rifle.

An army in NT in 1725 would have changed the history of white Australia somewhat....

They could take a course in spell check, too.

Just for fun, I plugged in my son's birthdate, which is only three days off of mine. Wonder of wonders, we were fused into the exact same person in an earlier life! That explains a lot, Gladys.

NEW QOTD

If you were going to get a phrase tattooed on yourself what would it be, and where would you put it?

No tattoos for me.
Purely hypothetically, it would be this:



I don't know where, probably along the shoulder blade. On my back, so that I don't see it.

palm of the hand - why not.

I'd get Kat von D to tattoo "Hollywood" anywhere I couldn't see it. Then when people asked where I got the Hollywood tat I could say, "Kat von D, of course!"

The perfect spot eludes me, but definitely this:

What's the song that when it comes on the radio unexpectedly you always listen to the whole thing?

hate the video/love the song

you get what you give.
It only comes on when I'm feeling sorry for myself, and it makes me feel better.

Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds

i always get lost in the words wondering if
the song is really about Julia
(John's mother who died)
then the song ends

The one that says 'paved paradise' - that might be its title.

same question, new day

this song

I'm falling in love with this song, and his ballads in general:

^Aw yeah. And plus, it reminds me of this very funny thing.

As for me, I always inexplicably follow this one through to the end.

Awwww..that was cute as hell pearly...ty for linking that.


wtf...im turning into a cowbow?!

Q

r.i.p.

how could a person move like that?

rapture (+) ?

or perhaps ::
rapture to the nth degree ?

maybe?

Big Iron

We'd never had a student who had dressed like that at school,
Or lounged around the lunchroom looking dangerously cool,
He walked around the hallways with his cell phone in its clip,
And always smiled politely with the big iron in his lip --
Big iron in his lip.

His hair was long and pony-tailed; his leather jacket black
With "Question All Authority" in red across the back.
They gave him long detentions but he gave them all the slip
That kid from out of town who had the big iron in his lip;
Big iron in his lip.

A cool kid lived among us, known as Bobby Buttondown.
He didn't like this punk who'd come parading to our town.
A couple dozen kids had tried to give real cool a whirl,
But in the end Bob Buttondown had always got the girl;
Bob always got the girl.

Bob Buttondown wore chinos with his light blue Oxford shirts;
His boat shoes showed his ankles flashing bare like little flirts;
He tied his tennis sweaters' arms in knots across his chest,
And everyone but Linda thought Bob Buttondown was best --
They thought he was the best.

Her chestnut hair and cherry lips, her molten chocolate eyes
Made every boy in school compete with all the other guys
To do the little things that Linda, every little while,
Rewarded with a wink, or nod, or Linda's little smile --
Linda's little smile.

In front of Linda's locker then they met out in the hall
The coolest guys in school were there about to risk it all;
They posed and postured through their struts for Linda and her friends
Who giggled as they watched the high school's coolest two rear ends --
Coolest two rear ends.

There seemed to be consensus in the group of girls for Bob --
For years he'd been the favorite among that female mob
His shirt was starched, his pants were pressed, his boat shoes broken in;
And everyone could see he thought he'd won the way he'd grin;
Won the way he'd grin.

The punk appeared to pass it off -- he didn't even frown;
He raised a single eye-brow as he looked at Buttondown
He swirled his Code Red Mountain Dew and took a little sip
And stared, then sneered, and stood there with the big iron in his lip --
Big iron in his lip.

He slowly took his jacket off, and rolled his t-shirt sleeve
And there tattooed around his biceps no one could believe
Were letters like barbed wire spelling out his lucky charm:
As " Linda Linda Linda" wrapped around his upper arm
Around his upper arm.

A little gasp escaped the throats of everybody there
And for a while all anyone could do was stand and stare;
Then Linda turned her back on Bob whose broken cool was gone,
And smiled and reached to put the battered leather jacket on
She put his jacket on.

It only took a moment for the wildfire word to spread:
That Buttondown had failed the test, the preppie look was dead.
So now they walk the hallways, hand in hand and hip to hip,
Linda and her lover with the big iron in his lip;
Big iron in his lip.