I was either very, very good, or extremely naughty. That’s the only way I can justify what has happened during my current life. CA

I just do not believe that we are recycled (no past life).

A Healer and a Warrior & A Medicine Woman !

To bad Xena isn’t a real person of course I’d probably have been Gabrielle. I have never had a past life reading, who knows… I like that song by the Indigo Girls “Galileo” I believe they say by thoughts best. ” Galileos head was on the block The crime was looking up for truth And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode I try to trace them to my youth And then you had to bring up reincarnation Over a couple of beers the other night And now Im serving time for mistakes Made by another in another lifetime How long till my soul gets it right Can any human being ever reach that kind of light I call on the resting soul of galileo King of night vision, king of insight And then I think about my fear of motion Which I never could explain Some other fool across the ocean years ago Must have crashed his little airplane How long till my soul gets it right Can any human being ever reach that kind of light I call on the resting soul of galileo King of night vision, king of insight Im not making a joke, you know me I take everything so seriously If we wait for the time till all souls get it right Then at least I know therell be no nuclear annihilation In my lifetime Im still not right I offer thanks to those before me Thats all Ive got to say cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime Now I have to pay But then again it feels like some sort of inspiration To let the next life off the hook But shell say look what I had to overcome from my last life I think Ill write a book How long till my soul gets it right Can any human being ever reach the highest light Except for galileo God rest his soul (except for the resting soul of galileo) King of night vision, king of insight How long (till my soul gets it right) [til we reach the highest light] How long (till my soul gets it right) [til we reach the highest light] How long”

I believe I was a teacher in my past life. Just that and I think in the same Guyana where I am. I had students who loved me and I used to watch whoopi movies all the time, old ones. And I used to live in my own apartment and I believe I was alone. There were no lovers and just a television in my apartment. And I had a cat, well I think at least five. I loved it then. No seriously, its like sometimes I just get this feeling. Wierd.LOL Love, Felicia

Oh how I wish I could be someone really special in my next life. There are so many great many people from which to choose. If only I could choose. But knowing my luck, I will probably come back as a huge mosquito or a fly and be eaten by a huge frog for lunch.

We were in Wales - at Caernarvon Castle. Though I’m fairly certain I have no Welsh ancestors, I had the sense that I’d been there before. Not as royalty - but as some kind of worker - maybe a chambermaid. But I “knew” the castle, and the grounds around it. It was positively eerie.

Hey Frannie Em, Thanks for saying Im fun.LOL. I just speak from what I truly feel I was. I just want to know. Does anyone think that they were like, a cat in their previous lifetime? Maybe another animal or something? Tell me, because I always tell people I want to be a cat in my next lifetime or be born into Whoopi’s family. LOLLOL. Not funny. But alot of cats get knocked down in my country by vehicles thats why I want to be a cat in America.Gee, that sounds cool. Then with the Whoopi thingee, it’s true because I like her so much and I wish to God I was like her niece or something to like see her for real and hug her. LOL Love, Felicia

To the post that said women on the “left” have a double standard, meaning they have questions about Sarah Palin’s leadership abilities. Have you forgotten so quickly the criticisms of Hillary Clinton? It is not a “Right” or “Left” issue, anyone aspiring to high office has ambition, but it goes to judgement how they conduct their life both personal and professional as to whether they will be a responsible leader.

Frida Kahlo - my mentor used to tell me that I (and my work) reminded him of hers and bugged me for months to check her out. Upon further investigation, I found I was born on her birthday, had a lot of similar political leanings and humanitarian beliefs, liked to dress in more traditional garb, and on and on it goes. So many similarities. But I’ve also had a recurring dream that I’m a Mexican man in an adobe hovel. There’s a knock at the door and when I open the door, a man on a horse says, “Te quiere Villa” (Villa wants you). I look at my wife, cup her chin in my hand and tell her that all will be well. I exit the door and the dream ends. Another dream that goes along with this is that I am the same man but standing before a firing squad. I am shot (along with another man I identify with Cheech Marin of all people) but told that if I can crawl to the shade of a certain tree, my “transgressions” will be forgiven and I will have proven myself worthy of redemption. My comrade and I actually do make it to the tree, but he dies. I crawl back to the barracks, pulling along my dead comrade. I am forgiven and not only proven worthy, but very brave and strong. My companion is buried with honors because he made it to the tree alive.