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200 posted 03-11-2004 10:49 AM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Karilea, what wonderful morning memories of you and your Dad. I don't have a favourite "morning" memory .... but I do have a lunchtime one.
   When I was in highschool, my mother worked from noon till five at the gift & leather goods shop my father managed. Not leather as in jackets....but as in suitcases, briefcases and handbags. My mom ran the jewelry section. Oh, just had another memory. Anyway, my Dad would come home for lunch and so would I. Mom would have already made up a big plate of sandwiches before she left for work. Placed a sheet of wax paper over them and left a can of soup out for me to open and heat.
  One noon hour both my father and I were ravenous, and Mom had made excellent ham and cheddar cheese sandwhiches. We were delighted. We chatted about my school classes and Dad told me about his morning at the shop. I was felt so important and I remember staring at his hands. Hands so strong, yet graceful....perfect for performing his magic tricks. Suddenly our chatter stopped. There was only one wedge of sandwhich left. Dum da dum dum!!!
  Our eyes met. His so blue I could swim in them. I knew the "game" was on. Like two sodbusters from long ago, we steadied...don't blink.....careful.....DRAW !!! In a flash we both grabbed for the last sandwich. Ham, cheddar and lettuce went flying! There was no winner that day, as each of us wound up with just a piece of crust. But, the laughter and that shared game has remained with me for almost forty years. What a blessing that is.
  Oh dear.....where's my kleenex?
I know that I don't write very fancy. But, I love sharing stories with all of you.
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201 posted 03-11-2004 12:25 PM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

Here you go Karen

Bootcamp~ The First Day (KO43)

The year?  1982.

My age?  Seventeen.  

I shake my head now at all that I thought I knew then.  But somehow, someway, even at 17, I made the best decision I could, and it changed the course of my life.

It was January and I was about to finish High School and report to Orlando, Florida for Recruit Training with the United States Navy.  I was so proud of what I was doing.
It didn’t matter that it was my only option.  I had to get out of my parents home, I had to get out of Warsaw, Indiana or I would be lost and broken forever.  

So there I was on a plane for the first time of my life.  And you know what?  Back then they served alcohol and didn’t ask for ID (drinking age was 18).  So I proceeded to partake on the way to bootcamp.  LOL, what was I thinking??  When we landed it was late and I was stumbling, apparently, so where a lot of others.  I managed to find the room we “new boots” were told to go to until the bus picked us up.  I “fell asleep” on a couch.  

Next thing I knew we were rounded up, put on a bus and taken to the base.  This little trip had a lot of firsts for me and another was seeing a palm tree.  Like I said, it was late, so I didn’t get a good look but I saw the outline and realized looking at that palm tree, that my life was about to take a drastic turn.  Everything as I knew it, was gone or different.  I had my first pangs of homesickness (yet I hated it there, right?).

They took us all into a huge room with long tables and hard, cold chairs.  

But wait!!!

Don’t sit down just yet (it was now about 0100); you need to pee in a cup before we get started.  What???  Pee in a cup?  Is that possible?  

Oh, but it was and as I learned years later, its not only possible to do it, but also to watch others while they do it! (Another story).  So pee in a cup I did.  Then we got to sit.  

And sit.

And sit some more.

I was tired.

I wanted to go home.

But there was a ton of paper work to do.  Lots of yelling at us that needed to be done.

When they finally let us go to our “company barracks” it was 0400 (that is 4:00 am).  


I fell into my rack, and slept.  For 0.2 seconds!!!! Some hideous sound like explosions rocked my rack and had me jumping up and out so fast I was standing before I was awake.  (Trashcan banging, it’s an art form)

That first day in bootcamp consisted of being yelled at, getting our uniforms, being yelled at, and being yelled at some more.  Let me tell you, when you get issued your seabag, which consists of all your uniforms, shoes, belts and covers (hats) it is all stuffed into the seabag.  And then you sling that entire seabag up on your back (maybe 60-80lbs) and you march back to your barracks, which in my case was a couple of miles away.  I thought I would die.   I was 5’1” and around 95 lbs.  A weakling.  Bootcamp was about to fix that.  

Later that day, I learned two things.  Number one; always take a smoke break.  If you don’t smoke, START!!! And so I did.  It was the only time I got away from the company commanders that seemed to hate me.  Oh you don’t think???  LOL….

Number two; my mother exists within other people.  

The end to my first day in bootcamp was to be called into my company commander’s office.  I had two company commanders.  I would have preferred none.  However, one of them, I was sure was my mother in a blonde wig.  There was no escaping her.  It was this woman that got in my face when I entered the office.  Got in my face and started screaming so bad, I was soon covered with her DNA.  MOM???  Oh god.  I was in hell.  And worse?  I started to cry.  (Hey!!! I was only 17 and had never been away from home!!) To this day it was not her screaming at me that made me hate her, it was because I cried.  I hated her for that.  I still do.  

Maybe you are wondering what she could have possibly been yelling at me for?

In her words (that’s right, I still remember them):

“What the hell are you doing here?  You are too young to be here, you know nothing. You are nothing. I am going to do everything in my power to get you the hell out of here and back to Mommy’s skirts as soon as I can type up the paperwork.”

As the tears streamed down my face I had but one thought…

The hell you say.
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"the hell you say"



You remind me of someone in the mirror.

and ladies (and gent) I have to do some running today, so I leave the story-telling in your capable hands. But I'll be smiling all day, wondering what treats will be left for me to read tonight.



Carry on, ladies. And guys, c'mon, we won't bite (hard). tell me story...whine....
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203 posted 03-11-2004 03:28 PM       View Profile for nakdthoughts   Email nakdthoughts   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for nakdthoughts

so much reading to catch up on..and like some of you I have this head cold, ear ache, sore throat, runny nose, sneezing coughing thing now, for he past 4 days although it leaves me too dizzy to be sittng here very long...will be back later to read..you are all a joy
hugs
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204 posted 03-11-2004 04:05 PM       View Profile for Ringo   Email Ringo   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ringo

Susan.... What a story...
I was going to just sit back and read this thread without posting anything, however the Boot Camp story got me to "remembering" (as if anyone could ever forget   lol) and I figured I would throw my couple of pennies into the mix.

I got to Marine Corps Recruit Depot, Parris Island South Carolina at 0217 on December 28, 1984. Dad was a Marine, and was a Drill Instructor, so I knew what to expect and what was going to happen... I had also spent periods of time away from the family, and thought I wouldn't get homesick. Man, did I EVER screw that thought up!!!!!!
We were originally supposed to fly into Charleston, SC and take a bus in from there, however Charleston got fogged in and the airport got closed, so we flew to the next closest... Savannah, Ga. We got to Savannah at about 9:00 pm and left for PI at around 1:00 am. I was at the very back of an OD green school bus with almost 60 other young men. The Drill Instructors had it in their heads that we were going to be done with in-processing by midnight, and we didn't arrive until after 2:00. They were not happy people. (BTW.. it is even possible for a DI to be happy?)
We finally pulled up to the Receiving area next to Second battalion (I was First Battalion, but this is just where the receiving area was.) and this short guy who was as wide at the shoulders as he was tall stepped on the bus. He was very polite and welcomed us to The training depot and wished us a pleasent stay. Then he said something that will stay with me to the end of my days:
"When the Drill Instructor gives you the command, you will exit this bus as quickly and as quietly as possible and form yourselves on the yellow footprints you will find at the back of the bus. You will not be the last man off this bus. G-d help the first one of you (lovely young boys) who touches me. Move"
Now, mind you, this was all done in a very sociable manner and there was no yelling... even after the "move". As soon as he said to move, 60 kids all dove to the center aisle of the bus and the DI STOPPED!!!!!!!! So, now you have 60 boys who are excited, nervous, and ready to see what Fate has in store for them, who know that they had better not be the last one off the bus, and who had better not touch the drill instructor who has stopped at the top of the steps leading off the bus. Holding back that crowd of boys was the greatest act of strength I had ever seen.
While all of this was going on, I was attempting to get to the front of the bus... unfortunately, I had sat in the very last seat on the driver's side of the bus, and had too many kids to get through. The very next thing I knew, I was on my back on the pavement behind the bus with 3 Drill Instructors screaming at me at the top of their voices, because I had the audacity to be laying down. It seems tht the back door of the school bus opened and I was grabbed and thrown onto the pavement.
I rolled over and attempted to get to the footprints by using the sprinter's start (having been in track, I knew how!!). I barely began to move when I felt something on my backside, and proceeded to kiss the pavement. It was about 30 feet to the aforementioned footprints, and I spent the entire trip kissing the pavement because some sadistic son- of... uh... because some caring, gentle man was assisting me with my trip by kicking me in the backside every time I wasn't moving fast enough.
We finished inprocessing just in time for the Mess Hall to open for morning chow. I, again, got screamed at because I had the audacity to sneeze in the Drill Instructor's Mess Hall, and spent the rest of the time running in place, and then I had to eat duck as we went to the next form of intake. (Eating "duck" is you duck in and duck out, and what you eat is what you get.)
The rest of the day is a blur, and before lights out, I was told to awaken the DI the next morning because I had the last Fire Watch. When I opened the door, I saw the DI hanging by his knees from the steam pipes in the office. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be home with my Mommy feeding me waffles, or french toast, or ANYTHING. And that wasn't the last time.

BTW, Susan.. I just noticed that we are the same age... funny... you looked much younger.


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she said

[This message has been edited by Ringo (03-11-2004 04:40 PM).]

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ROFLMAO....OMG Ringo...don't stop THERE!
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206 posted 03-11-2004 06:09 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Goodness gracious!! I wouldn't have survived the bus trip let alone my first night in bootcamp. I'm a whimp I guess. Tell us more Susan and Ringo!!
Karen!!! Are you back yet?!! Are you reading these awesome tales?
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207 posted 03-12-2004 12:55 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Reading and happy, here.



and before I get to Mrs. Quick? I did have a brief foray into accounting. The teacher's name was Mr. Lymen, and he and I both agreed not to notice if I was there or not. (By a mutual agreement? I just didn't get certified in that subject.)

Yep--before there was Mrs. Quick and shorthand--there was accounting.

I had no taste for accounting.

I did love the method of teaching however, and I really enjoyed the fictional company that they wrote for me. That was how the school worked.

They gave us a fantasy business, with phantom employees. At first we were just required to do payroll, but they added later, purchasing, overhead, and various other annoyances.

(Actually, I wouldn't know what came next--I never got past payroll.)

I could do the math. Sort of. My main problem, however, was that I related to my fictional family--I would look at the paychecks, and even after totalling the hours, I would think, "That's not enough!" And I would juggle then, even the damned FICA to pad the checks so that "these poor belabored people" could have a proper Christmas. I had trouble docking my phantoms too--I just knew that "Mrs. Shwartz" had a drinking problem--she was late every Monday, and left early every Friday. (Nodding here. I knew the signs.) And that poor child Rosa, my god/dess, she fit the profile perfectly for spousal abuse, (can someone talk to her? nevermind, I'll do it) and by the way, that airhole in litigation, Jerry Pritchard? He should be terminated--I strongly suspected sexual harassment--he'd been through so many secretaries--I thought it was obvious.

I expained all of this to Mr. Lymen.

He looked at me through those thick glasses--so thick that I lost sight of him in them--and asked me,

"Miss Hood? What is it that you don't understand?"

Frown.

I was wondering the same thing of him.

Couldn't he see the inner turmoil of the employees of H&R Advertising?

So I patiently, one by one, presented their complaints to him, warning him that H&R had become a very unhappy place for most folks to work, and that I thought it could be due to the direct influence of that tyrant of a boss--Mr. Harpings. It was my opinion that Mr. Harpings was a not only a type A personality, but that he had strong tendencies to project his perfectionism (and therefore his failings) onto his employees. I nodded to Mr. Lymen:

"You know the type."

Mr. Lymen wiped his mouth nervously.

"Again, Miss Hood, what don't you understand?"

He had little beads of sweat forming on his upper lip, and I helpfully removed his hankie from his top pocket and I was going to dab, but he veered back in alarm.

"These are fictional employees. This is a fictional company."

OH.

Hrmmph.

"Oh. So I suppose that means I'm not supposed to care?" Had I been wearing a skirt I would have flounced it at him, but I wasn't, so I settled for a flip of my hair.

He was rubbing his head now.

I almost felt sorry for him.

So I conceded.

"Okay. I'll do the damned payroll again, but you should know? I'm starting a union!"

He looked so distressed as I protested my conviction:

"We're people--with real problems and real concerns to address! We've got rights yanno!"


*   *   *

WHAT?

He looked at the clock and took another valium anyway.

Poor Mr. Lymen.


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208 posted 03-12-2004 02:20 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

And Chrislane...(god that's a beautiful name) you write fancy soul, lady.

Susan? This actually startled me:

Number two; my mother exists within other people.  

Nodding. They do that. It's like getting Gremlins wet. Giggle.

Ringo m'BUDDY!!!!

yayayayayayayay

You didn't let me down m'friend. Thank you...

I should sleep, but now you guys have me all excited. *battin' eyelashes*

hmmmm...we'll see what happens.

it's so much fun tho, walking around in others skins....chuckle.
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209 posted 03-12-2004 06:41 AM       View Profile for muted   Email muted   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for muted

oh..i was reading through Ringo's story...
had me smiling..not because the poor thing got kicked in the bottom..but because it reminded of my grandfather!
HAHA...last place my old grandad was stationed was Fort Jackson South Carolina!
and well..you guessed it...he was a Drill Sargent!(ok, so spelling is off)
i feel so sorry for my poor mom who had to grow up with him!  
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Ringo~ *blushing* thank you!! I did get carded for smokes the other day and when the cashier saw "1964" she actually reared back in surprise (Okay, so I am bragging, but I don't care it made my day!!!)

Marines huh?  They are so much more physical in their punitive actions...However I did get the opportunity to "reflect" on my non-compliance a couple of times by being sent to "Intensive Training" or "IT" (at night and they make you were a black beanie cap like a criminal).  IT is the one place that made me cry and yell out for Mommy.  They worked you out until your entire body was shaking and you were close to blacking out, then they got in your face and screamed at you to keep your legs up (Anyone know what butterflies are?).  There was another time when I got to run laps holding a dummy M16.  That was fun.  I had moved a finger during formation.  Laps were the punishment. Ahhh, yes.  I left bootcamp with biceps and boobs.  That's right..pushups do give you bigger boobs.  *sigh*

Karen~ In the 22 years on my own I have ran into my "mother" in others several times.  They (and her) no longer have the power they used to.  I see them for their faults and I understand better.  I smile as I write that because that kind of release is so empowering.  But you know that, huh?

Okay, who is next with a yummy story?
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My dad was born in Poland in 1902 and, as were many of the men of his generation, he ran his household as had his father, with an iron hand.  His basic discpline instrument was the leather strop he used for shaving.  At about age 8 or so, I hid the strop under some boxes in the garage.  When he couldn't find it, somehow he knew it was me and I caught hell anyway even tho' there was no "smoking gun".  When spring came and he cleaned the garage, guess what he found.  I caught it again.  Sigh.  Perhaps I figured he'd be happy because now he had two strops so would shave twice as well?  Ken

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light

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212 posted 03-12-2004 10:25 AM       View Profile for Ringo   Email Ringo   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ringo

Susan- We had a very similar thing called the Motivational Platoon, although I heard they cancelled it very shortly after I graduated. Thwe Motevation Platoon was where the DI's sent those young recruits whom they felf lacked the proper... um... motivation to successfully complete Boot Camp and become honored, and productive Marines.
From what I have heard(thankfully never having been there) they would IPT (Individual Physical Training) the recruits mercilessly. There is an old adage in the Marine Corps that no one ever drowned in sweat. WEll, these uber-sadistic... well, I don't think I can properly call them people... anyhow, they would attempt to disprove that beloved saying. The day would start with a field day of the barracks (Think "spring cleaning" x 20) and then head off to eat their morning chow. Then, they would get back to the barracks and field strip their weapons and make them spotless. After about an hour of that, the "fun" would begin.
Fun cinsisted of push-ups, sit-ups, mountain climbers (pushup position, move your feet like you're running), side straddle hops (jumping jacks), running in place (running a marathon), leg lifts (lie on your back, lift your legs about 6" off the deck, spread them shoulder length apart, put them back together and down), 6-90 (leg lifts where you hold your legs 6" off the ground, lift them to 90 degrees, and then back to 6"), and various other activities done in as rapid a pace as the DI's (that's right... more than one telling you more than one thing, and then getting "irritated" that you didn't obey them.) could yell them. Of course, my favorite that my DI's pulledon us (and that I heard they did in the MP) was "dead/alive". The DI would, in the middle of an exercise, yell "Grenade!!" to which anyone exercising would immediately throw themselves on said grenade as to save their DI's life. (His life, after all, was worth more than ours). Then he would yell, "BOOM!!" and we would all flop over onto our backs as the grenade had gone off and killed us, thereby preventing us from infecting the human gene pool. The DI would then yell grenade and boom for a while, making it look to all the world like a school of fish out of water.
To add to the confusion, they would ad close order drill (marching), and various other activities outside to assist the recruits in motivating themselves to finish Boot Camp with the proper mindset.
As far as the physical exercises went, the next step up from the quarterdeck (the barracks floor) was the sand pit with all the little sand fleas (sand fleas are semi-microscopic gnats that eat everyone alive.). One little trick the DI's added there was "MAKE IT RAIN!!!!! In this maneuver, the recruits would grab handfulls of sand while lying on their backs and throw it into the air... and the good Lord help the recruit who didn't throw enough sand high enough. And then, of course, the recruits would be berated because their uniforms were filthy.
And then, as if the physical exercise wasn't enough, there was the mud pit. Marines love their mud. (as an aside, if you want to see the true meaning of happiness, look at a group of Marines after a mud fight) The mud pit,  I was told, looked eerily like the punishment that Louis Gosset Jr. gave to Richard Gere in Officer and a Gentleman... except ad a HUGE mud pit to the hoses. And then there was the mud trench, which was about 30 feet long, chest high in mud, and the recruits were forced to navigate while being pelted with water and mud.
The story around Parris Island went that most people didn't need more than one or two days in the MP and never went back twice.

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213 posted 03-12-2004 10:29 AM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Wow. All of these memories are great to read!! Plus, have you noticed how other's memories jog your own? Duh....yes Chris!

I still have a really bad cold which is travelling down to my chest(oh, how I wish I could do push-ups...sigh), and I am slower than usual ....but I will drag myself to the puter, blankey and all just to take a peek. Bless you all!!
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Coming to Grips with the Oddities of Life

It seems appropriate in all ways that this particular post be left here, as another marker in all things that are good, and very real.  I look back on my many failures, and few successes, and realize that the successes outshine the failures in all ways.

If not for the first marriage that failed, I would not have two daughters, nor have had the chance to love a step-daughter, and by all of them, be blessed six times over with beautiful grandchildren.

If not for the first marriage that failed, I would still be in the armpit of the world, surrounded by nothing more than the same old crowd who are probably still following their Peter Pan lives.

If not for the horse that threw me, or the nail I had stepped on that immediately sent dark red veins up my leg; the fact that I was given zero percent chance to be born, let alone live, and I still persisted in getting along this far; the fact that my grandmother’s premonition that “all good girls die young” as she was convinced I would never see my 21st birthday; if not for Mr. Drude, who insisted that I would never be able to speak in front of two people, let alone 250, as I had a terrible stutter; and if not for Mr. Aoki, who truly believed I had a few gifts I hadn’t even uncovered, would I be here now, posting this.

If not for the fact that I pride myself on being flexible, and move like Gumby now and then; if not for the fact that I had mononucleosis and know what it’s like to lose three days of one’s life into a netherworld; if not for the fact that I have this [so far] unbreakable sense of HOPE that dwells and swells within me….

I would not be able to say, here and now, thank you, to all of you, for allowing me into your circle.  I know this will not be seen by all of the readers, and that’s because this is NOT for all of the readers.  It is for this very special sisterhood and brotherhood of poets and friends, that I leave this, my forty-four thousandth post, here, for all of you, as a humble thank you, and a promise to all that as I face again another turning point in my life, and reset my priorities accordingly, that I will not let any of you down, for you have become the family that picks me up when I falter, and are "there" for me, more times than I can count.

I love you all.
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44 thousand posts is a lot of talking... encouraging.. and helping...

congrats on that...

as for the oddities of life..lol. I simply need to look in the mirror to experience those first hand

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Hey congrats on the 44,000 Karilea!

And, it is great to finally see the menfolk popping in with a few words or stories as the case may be.

I agree with you Karilea..I wouldn't be have the person I am today without going through the things I have in my life.

It builds strong character, makes us humble and forgiving.
If I had my life to live over, I wouldn't change a thing.
Of course I have such a heavy karma I'll be back many more times...
until I get it right.

Oooh flashback!!!!  

One day have Chris tell you about the time she was 'taken back to get her instructions', (she seemed to have lost them along her lifepath), and was helped to go back and retrieve them by a healer/channeler friend of mine..and we didn't think we could get her to come back to earth.  

True story!  We drove along the lake coming back home late that night and our eyes were like saucers!

The things that happened out there that night..incredible!!

Anyway..off to lunch!

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Ringo~
We do have similar memories..every exercise you describe, we did as well.  I am still amazed I made it through..

Karilea~   You are a wonderful, sweet, intelligent woman that I am very grateful to have had the chance to "get to know."  So I will exclude myself from your thank you, for you have given me much more than I could ever hope to give to you. (I get to share your Dad to!!).

Ron T.~ I know you have stories!!!!  Tell, tell, tell!  (Have you even noticed how good I have been pretending like I don't see that star????)

I think it is way past due for a story from the sisters!  
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Okay....okay....I will tell the story of retrieving my life's instructions...if no one minds. No? Alrighty then.
  When my daughter and I were living with my sister and her family in the early 80's, due to my first husband leaving us to relive his youth out west with a younger woman, whew, I was naturally lost and confused. If it hadn't been for Nancylee and her hubby being as kind as they are, I don't know where we would have ended up.
  Anyway, a tiny psychic/spiritualist lady, not unlike the one in the movie Poltergeist, invited us out to her lovely home on the lake for a reading. There she was standing on the shore tossing bread and calling out to the seagulls, her bunned hair whipping in the wind. She turned and said it was going to be "a good evening....a wonderful evening." That's an understatement.
  Her awesome diningroom table was set with four glasses. One for her, one for my sister, one for me......and one.....for "the others" if they cared to join us. Hmmmm.
  This pleasant faced woman took my hand and said, "My dear, you have lost your life instructions and I must take you back to get them." Okie Dokie. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and then she started to speak.
She named planets and galaxies and things that I actually could visualize flying by me. I felt light as a feather. When we got to our destination she told me that my guide would now take me to get my life's instructions and not to be afraid. I could see a white-robed man,(I think it was a man)very tall, gently take my hand and we started walking. It was beautiful there. All white and pale blue. Voices...happy, child-like voices. I heard Joyce the psychic warning.."do not go into the Hall of Greats" "It is not for you." But, in my mind I tried to run up the grandiose marble steps. But, my guide stopped me. I felt people, children maybe, peeking out from behind pillars at me. Then I was handed a scroll of some sort tied with gold twine. Back we went through the stars, planets etc.
  I could hear Joyce saying "when I count backwards from 10 you will be home, refreshed and fine." "10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1." Nope....didn't wanna come back. Didn't wanna face life. She had to count backwards three times before I would come home!! Honestly!!
  My sister swears to this day that the smile on my face before I "came back" was the same one I had as a child of five!!! When I finally opened my eyes, my sister was white as a sheet. LOL. She thought I was lost in space forever........ha ha haaaa.
  Needless to say, our drive home was unforgettable. We were so wound up. Scared and excited....giddy. I don't think we slept that night. What if I had stayed in a child-like state? Could I have driven the car? Good grief. Nope...no sleep that night....just like the night I had to be pushed through the tiny bread delivery door when my parents forgot the house keys and....oh, but that's another story. Hugs All.
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Okay, Chris...you've gone and done it...what were the instructions?  This is a wonderful memory.  I've oftentimes wondered what it would be like to be "put under"...do I dare?
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I have thought about it as well, and decided I would have to do a "Don't ask" list...
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The way it was explained to me Karilea..and Susan, apparently we all receive instructions just before we are born, as to where to go, and what to do next, in life.  They are given to us by our spirit guides who also stay with us throughout life.

Since they are stored in the subconscious we are really unable to recall them word for word, but, go through life using them..

or not..if you are like Chris who lost hers.

She wasn't kidding about the childlike quality her face took on in this 'relaxed state'..it was amazing!  She looked like she did when she was five!!

And, I say 'relaxed state' because when you 'go under' it truly is just a very deep relaxed state.

You will not act like a chicken or bark or undress in front of others, as seen on TV.  That is stage hypnosis.

Normally, you can open your eyes at any given time in this relaxed state ...but, you really don't want to as it is such a wonderful feeling.

What happened with Chris was very different from what I have ever seen, and did frighten me terribly as I thought this 'five year old' was going to have to drive us home in the middle of the night.

Gosh...I do hope we aren't being boring or weird or strange..or you think us a couple of dingbats.

We just never led normal lives.

Must run..hope that answers your question..
my wizard calls to me from our dungeon.  

I'd like to hear more from our gracious hostess, Serenity!

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No wonder I'm always being told I need to find some direction - sounds as if I've lost my instructions.  I tell you what - if I ever do undergo a process like this?  I'm taking Susan's list of what not to ask, and I'm doing it in the same room with all of you, my friends
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gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Chris? You just reminded me of a lot of stories! *winks* But unfortunately I believe I've told most of my stories regarding my spiritual quest--but if ya'll don't mind the repetition, I don't. With my rotten memory, I tend to do that anyway.

With my rotten memory, I tend to do that anyway.

*raspberry* to Cap.

And I believe I'll actually have a few hours to myself tonight--so hopefully I can a "muse" m'self for a few hours (I said amuse, Ringo, not "abuse")

But for now?


And Kari, congrats on the 44,000. That's a Master Spiritual Number too!

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Yes, it was amazing!
In case you're wondering, everything was fine, until... I lost my instructions again during my move back to my own town.


I think they just might have been in a bundle of old clothes I donated to charity. Oh well. Someone else is living my life....poor thing.
 
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