Today I read an article about creepy (possibly) past-life stories parents recently shared on an AskReddit feed. Go over and check it out for yourself!
Now lemme add my own creepy kid story. When Britt, my daughter, was three years old, she nonchalantly told me she was a nun in her previous life and she had died in a fire. She's always seemed like an old soul to me. I often go to her for advice and guidance because the way she reasons is way beyond her 24 1/2 years.
Now, at the time Britt told me about her memory, my kids had NEVER been to church, had never been exposed to nuns or knew what they were and what role they played in religion or any of that. Their father was Baptist, but I was firm on having the kids research and explore which path of belief (or non-belief) made sense to them. I wouldn't allow them to be baptized into a religion that they had no idea about simply because one parent wanted it that way. Each person, when he or she is mature and ready enough, should be allowed to decide his or her own structure of belief (or lack thereof).
To this day, I still remember thinking, "Hmmm...that's interesting." She doesn't remember telling me, but I sure as heck remember!
Here's the funny part: when I was a young girl of seven or eight, I wanted to be a nun. I was raised Presbyterian but had always been drawn to the Catholic church. In fact, I had a huge crucifix that hung in my room. It was made out of plaster but painted dark brown so it looked like it was wood. I also believed that nothing should ever sit on top of the bible. And, mind you, after my dad Leo died, our family stopped going to church. My dad was Mormon but then became Presbyterian. I still have his bible from the 1920s.
Many of you know I haven't been Christian since the age of 18 when I became pagan. Yet, to this day, I am drawn to Catholic churches, used to watch the Catholic network on cable, and love to listen to Latin or mass. In addition, I also collect rosaries. None of this makes sense given my belief system that I've followed for nearly 35 years.
I've noticed that lapsed Catholics seem to be drawn to paganism and particularly Wicca. The rituals and such probably appeal to them because of their Catholic background.
I've often wondered if I was Catholic or a nun in a previous life, too. Who knows? Perhaps Britt and I were in the same convent. Life is a huge mystery; so many things are possible.
I am a wife, mother, grandmother, gamer, introvert, autodidact, multipotentialite, bibliophile, forensic psychology student, true crime fan, liberal, activist, feminist, and openly secular. I have been a professional freelance writer, author, and editor since 1997. **All opinions solely my own and subject to change**
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Daughter of the Celts/Vikings
Yes, I am a proud daughter of the Celts/Vikings.
From the Celts, my ancestors were from Scotland (Clan MacNeil from the Isle of Barra & Clan Fergusson), Wales (9th generation, Mary Molly Daten from Wales), and Ireland.
From the Vikings, my ancestors were from Norway, Finland, and Sweden, with the majority of DNA from Norway.
The Norse raiders came to the Isle of Barra, the home of Clan MacNeil, and procreated with them. So I'm a Scot/Norse lass :).
From the Celts, my ancestors were from Scotland (Clan MacNeil from the Isle of Barra & Clan Fergusson), Wales (9th generation, Mary Molly Daten from Wales), and Ireland.
From the Vikings, my ancestors were from Norway, Finland, and Sweden, with the majority of DNA from Norway.
The Norse raiders came to the Isle of Barra, the home of Clan MacNeil, and procreated with them. So I'm a Scot/Norse lass :).
Monday, February 6, 2017
Cacophony? No thanks!
I enjoy jazz a great deal and listen to it often. However, I don't care for the type of jazz that devolves into a chaotic, noisy mess. Just can't get into it no matter what I do.
In terms of sensory reaction, when a jazz song collapses into nothing more than a haphazard, uneven cacophony of sheer noise, I'm driven to skip to another song. Such discordant tunes jar my mind and stoke my agitation.
John Coltrane was, undeniably, a great jazz musician. But all too often I can't make it through many of his songs. :-(
In terms of sensory reaction, when a jazz song collapses into nothing more than a haphazard, uneven cacophony of sheer noise, I'm driven to skip to another song. Such discordant tunes jar my mind and stoke my agitation.
John Coltrane was, undeniably, a great jazz musician. But all too often I can't make it through many of his songs. :-(
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