For once could I at least be Cleopatra?
Pshaw, Another past life regression. Another disappointment finding out I wasn’t Cleopatra in a past life!
Somewhere deep in my memories I seem to remember an asp, a triumphal entry into Rome, lots of man-servants — oh, that was Elizabeth Taylor in the 1963 clunker movie Cleopatra, you say. Oops, sorry.
Why is it that when people undergo hypnosis or whatever and regress to another life time, it seems that everyone’s former self was famous. Not me.
This site pegged me as a modest keeper of information of some sort. You know, that’s just fine by me. Always loved books. Now I can blame my “pack rat” tendencies on a past life because I love to keep relics of all types.
Your past life diagnosis:
I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Turkey around the year 575. Your profession was that of a librarian, priest or keeper of tribal relics. Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
You always liked to travel and to investigate. You could have been a detective or a spy. The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
Your lesson is the development and expansion of your mental consciousness. Find a good teacher and spend a good part of your time and energy on learning from his wisdom.
Do you remember now?
Sorry guys at The Big View. I’ve got my eyes closed and I can’t remember anything. Well, maybe a large, gold head dress and Marc Anthony riding up on a white horse. Oh, Liz Taylor again? Drats.