...firstly, yon Blonde Bombshell IS the love of my life...Ms. Tracy IN THE HOUSE!!!...after a long while, she came aboard the Board as an official member of our Tupperware Appreciation Society, and I can't tell you how happy that makes me!...and unlike me, she knows restraint when it comes to posting and will be here when her schedule permits-not sneaking off like I do-which maintains permanent citizen status for me in the doghouse...and to her first thread question, no-I have never felt as if I had been in another existence...if so, I probably woulda been a pile of dog flop petrifying under a table in someone's study...now "out of body experiences?", yep-those involved massive quantities of Jack daniels in my younger years...
Prior lives..well,I for one feel that the religions that believe in multiple lives are not far off..the one memory that I can't tie to being this life,is a big city,like NYC,nighttime..who knows,I guess.Also,swimming in a river,not a pool where it is safe,but a river,where the water is green and you can't see the bottom..that scares me,like I feel a little "could there be a crocodile in here?" even though where I was brought up was impossible..unless some funny dude flushed one into the stream and he flourished..welcome blondebombshell,your worse half is a fine friend,and we look forward to talking to you! (oh btw,my favorite book about past lives is Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Moon Maid..MOON spells Moon,yknow) and this is an excellent work,by a prolific scifi writer..one of his best works,in my humble opinion,even tho I dutifully read most of the Tarzan books as a kid..
I have to say that this memory of mine was a memory I had since childhood. I had the sense that I was a grown-up woman but it was not a sensual feeling...more of a mourning feeling. I do not know when gals wore stocking where there was a seam. I remember old movies where ladies wore them though. No clue about this at all. Strange though that it was so very vivid.
One of my memories, I'm a young black girl, living in a huge house and it's hot where I am, not sure where I live. I'm not scared or anything, just keep wondering in this huge place and never seem to leave it. Kind of different, but have always been ok with it. I died tragically, which was weird seeing "me" die.