Twas the 18th of April in ''75, hardly a man is now alive . . .
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Twas the 18th of April in '75, hardly a man is now alive . . .
Given that my DH (dear husband)is a biological repository of historical data that he loves to share, I know a bit more than I should of such info. This is the man who strode through the halls of British Airways at Heathrow one April 18, reciting the above famous phrase, and more, of Longfellow's Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, his cousin. My DH also took great joy in sharing with the British that we in the U.S. once had a king, too, but we made him redundant. Oh. My.
Yes, my DH did indeed make many friends during our three years in England, some of them even British.
Our alpha-omega progeny stopped in for lunch on Friday on his way from Japan through SeaTac. He brought me a beautiful blue and white carp windsock that my DH and I spent the rainy weekend trying to find a spot for in our back yard. It's now flying off the lattice at the edge of the patio. All the trees are in bloom as well as the azaleas and rhoddies. I love our pretty yard. We always do our own landscaping and really enjoy it--well, the final product, anyway. From experience I must warn you that nothing strains a potential landscaping partnership more than a DH arriving home to find five yards of one inch washed rock dumped in the driveway. And he can't get into the garage until that gravel or sod or beauty bark is moved . . .
I'm reading The Disappearance of the Universe by Gary Renard. Interesting. He's a student of A Course in Miracles and his book chronicles his experiences toward enlightenment with a pair of disincarnate teachers who appeared to him seventeen different times over ten years. I heard him on a radio show where he gave a teaser about who he discovered he'd been in a past life. Just my kind of thing, though in the hundreds of past life regressions I've guided people into I've not heard anyone experience a past life as anyone famous. While his teachers revealed to Renard who he had been rather than his experiencing that life through regression hypnosis, other experiences and indicators in his present life allowed him to resonate with or accept that he had once been that person.
I always encourage my clients and interested others to look to their present life's interests and hobbies, goals, desires, and work as well as fears for clues to possible past lives. For more information on past life regression hypnosis, please check out Personal Time Travel
Heigh ho for now, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmelinda
BREAKING NEWS:
*The NEW website will be going live this week, huzzzah!
*ESSENCE OF TRUST Available May 15!
Twas the 18th of April in '75, hardly a man is now alive . . .
Given that my DH (dear husband)is a biological repository of historical data that he loves to share, I know a bit more than I should of such info. This is the man who strode through the halls of British Airways at Heathrow one April 18, reciting the above famous phrase, and more, of Longfellow's Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, his cousin. My DH also took great joy in sharing with the British that we in the U.S. once had a king, too, but we made him redundant. Oh. My.
Yes, my DH did indeed make many friends during our three years in England, some of them even British.
Our alpha-omega progeny stopped in for lunch on Friday on his way from Japan through SeaTac. He brought me a beautiful blue and white carp windsock that my DH and I spent the rainy weekend trying to find a spot for in our back yard. It's now flying off the lattice at the edge of the patio. All the trees are in bloom as well as the azaleas and rhoddies. I love our pretty yard. We always do our own landscaping and really enjoy it--well, the final product, anyway. From experience I must warn you that nothing strains a potential landscaping partnership more than a DH arriving home to find five yards of one inch washed rock dumped in the driveway. And he can't get into the garage until that gravel or sod or beauty bark is moved . . .
I'm reading The Disappearance of the Universe by Gary Renard. Interesting. He's a student of A Course in Miracles and his book chronicles his experiences toward enlightenment with a pair of disincarnate teachers who appeared to him seventeen different times over ten years. I heard him on a radio show where he gave a teaser about who he discovered he'd been in a past life. Just my kind of thing, though in the hundreds of past life regressions I've guided people into I've not heard anyone experience a past life as anyone famous. While his teachers revealed to Renard who he had been rather than his experiencing that life through regression hypnosis, other experiences and indicators in his present life allowed him to resonate with or accept that he had once been that person.
I always encourage my clients and interested others to look to their present life's interests and hobbies, goals, desires, and work as well as fears for clues to possible past lives. For more information on past life regression hypnosis, please check out Personal Time Travel
Heigh ho for now, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmelinda
posted by MMMelinda at 7:52 AM
