Sometimes I feel like I have lived a thousand lives. I am struck by fleeting memories, feelings, or recollections, of distant lands, ancient times, and people I don’t know. These feelings, if I can call them that, barely exist. Their presence is more like the minute traces of a smell of a memory. Yet, their effect is powerful.
Perhaps, I have been a samurai warrior and felt the weight of a sword in my hand. Or a Celtic princess, adorned with luxurious amber jewels, long golden braids, and mysterious ways. Perhaps even the lowly, heathen bar wench, complete with heaving breasts and cinched in waist. Or better still the shaman priestess, deep in the forest, face aglow as I tend to make healing remedies by an open fire. Surrounded by my soul tribe.
It could explain why I have an affinity with Japanese culture, food, and art, why I love Celtic history and have a passion for the healing energies of nature. It could account for so many things. I mean, do any of us genuinely know what exists beyond our human experience. It is a rhetorical question and one to encourage more profound thought.
I feel as though I have walked upon ancient lands, seeking refuge from snow-covered mountains, knelt by fresh bubbling brooks to quench my thirst. I have danced in ancient fields, immersed in Autumn sunshine and golden daffodils. I have lived, crouching down, with stealth readiness in my veins.
Sometimes, I feel like I am more than just a mere speck of passing dust. I feel connected in oneness, with the past, the present and the future. Are we not the universe expressed in human form? All made of the same stardust matter. Each with a journey, a path of our own. Paradoxically connected, yet separate. Sometimes I feel like diving deep into esoterical thought. Sometimes dipping, ducking, wadding in its shallows.
Sometimes I feel like my imagination gets carried away … taking me to fields afar. Who’s to say? what is real and what is not. Not me, how about you? Is knowing what I feel, the same as feeling what I know?
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Selectively Juggling 
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