I've given myself a headache thinking too hard.
A little confused about past lives.
Sometimes I wonder, if I lived the same life once, only in the end, instead of going to heaven or hell, I was sent back to the same life again, right where I left off, only in a different dimension. Everything was the same but not quite. Some things are out of place. People don't remember the same things I do. Or think I do. It's easy to get confused. My memory seems bruised.
Nice questions! Answer them
Nice questions! Answer them any way you like. Whose gonna check? Do what it is we do if I find out the mystery of my own life will be solved. How boring is that going to be? Nice write. Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks SS
I see your point. I'd rather not be trying to figure myself out. Feels better when my focus is outside myself. But... My head never shuts up.
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On a different plane
We ponder.
What is to be.
What has been done.
And where we are at
In the whole big ball of wax.
KindredSpirit
At least wax is maleable when
At least wax is maleable when hot.
We can go to that space and change the shapes.
Perhaps end up in a different place.
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