Finding a Friend
I have, after 92-plus years, found my dear friend from last life, William Mc Master Murdoch. I am happy beyond words, for of all the people I knew last life, his friendship meant the most to me. Perhaps, now, in this life, we shall renew and deepen that friendship.
Reincarnation and the TITANIC
Well, this has been an interesting year or two...trying to sort out issues from last life...and this...and sometimes, the bloody twain coincide, so then it's even more confusing.
A little while ago I was sent photos of the resting places of my two sons...I was checking something today from the email in which they were enclosed and it hit me again...after nearly sixty years for Roger and sixty-six for Brian, I still feel that pain of losing them...I was in public and only by the barest thread managed not to break down weeping like a baby over their loss. It hit me especially when I saw the section where Brian is buried...one cannot tell which stone is his...all I could think, "Our Brian is there, somewhere in that row of whitish stones." I do not always understand the intensity of my emotions/impressions/flashbacks/dreams...some of the emotions are very like when I experienced them for the first time...I keep telling myself...the container changes, but the soul does not. This may be some of the answer...