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Dream Day in Paris

I read an article the other day that said everyone should write their own horoscope. I thought, what a nice way to do a little law of attraction work. Some horoscopes are written for a year, month, week or day. This gave me the idea to write about my perfect dream day. I challenge you to write (or even daydream about) your dream day.

(Just letting you know that Sponge Bob’s song “The Best Day Ever” just popped in my mind. I think I listened to that CD one time too many when my kids were younger.)

Today, I am working on the social media aspect for my book: Life is Just Another Class – One Soul’s Journey Through Past Life Regression. (Every author should have a platform across the internet and beyond.) Are you interested in finding out more about my book? You can be one of the first to read Chapter 9 – the story of my lifetime as Howard Duish from the 1600’s. Plus, I include excerpts from seven additional chapters so you can learn how Howard made an impact in my current lifetime. I am writing this book as a tool to help you feel comfortable with remembering your own past lives. Sign up for chapter 9.

My Dream Day:

I wake up just in time to see the sunrise. As I look out the window over Paris, I breathe in the fresh air and smile. I start my day listening to a Deepak Chopra meditation. It is so nice to get in touch with your inner self. I pick up my phone and read my daily random affirmation as I take a walk down Rue Bonaparte to the local patisserie. You can smell the patisserie a block away – they have the best croissants. Yum. Their pastries are always so good. I walk back to my rental and write for a few hours. Then I check and update my social media, read an article on the quantum physics of the Maharishi effect and go over the speech I will be giving later.

Checking the time, I gather my painting supplies and walk out the door. The Louvre is having a special oil painting class today. The focus is on Mary Cassatt’s work and I am really looking forward to it. As I walk by the French Academy of Painting, I make a mental note to see what classes they offer. I arrive at the Louvre just in time. Painting class is fabulous, the smell of oil paint and thinner adds to the ambiance. I am sorry the class is only an hour.

It is 1pm now, just in time for lunch. I stop by one of the street venders and pick up a ham and cheese on baguette sandwich. I eat as I make my way across the bridge over the Seine River. Just as I get to the other side, I hear a concert echoing from a performance nearby. I recognize the sound of the harpsichord among the instruments. My favorite! I stand awhile, taking in the sound of the music. What a nice treat.

IOrange Sunset - Perfect end to a day get back home and check social media again while waiting for my children to Skype me online. I chat with my kids for a while. It is always nice to hear about their day, too bad they could not come. I get ready for tonight’s speech. Tonight I am talking about my book, Life is Just Another Class, taking questions and reading a short experiential meditation to a crowd of about 500. At the end, I announce the opening date for the movie (based on my book) and I am excited to tell the Parisians of the donation I will be making to their local children’s science center. I sign many books and speak to as many guests as possible. I just want everyone to feel comfortable experiencing their own past lives.

I take a short taxi ride back to the rental and relax. As I crawl into bed that evening I say, “What a fabulous day.”

It is My Turn to Try Telepathy

As I write this, I realized that I must have visited our local library a lot during high school. It was conveniently located right next door to school. I found a book that included information on how to do telepathy. Well, I had to know more since I read about it in Pebble in the Sky. (Remember, there is no instant information from the internet to be seen or heard of yet.)

After studying the book, I forced my younger siblings to participate in telepathy drawing experiments. I wanted to see if they could draw what I had drawn whilst they were in another room. We took turns like any good siblings would. I would try and draw what they had drawn without looking or talking to them too.

When the one who was drawing via telepathy was done, they called “Time!” And, we would run to see and compare our drawings. Mostly we were way off, but amazingly, we got a few incredibly close. The one picture I remember matching was of a large flower. Excitedly, we ran down to tell everyone. They did not really grasp the importance of this breakthrough (or maybe it was disbelief). But, that did not quell us from doing more experiments. I am sure my parents were glad we were playing nice and keeping out of trouble. It was hard to keep six kids quiet and happy.

Isaac Asimov and telepathy

I am back at our local library again visiting. I think I am there to look up information for some high school project.

(Back in the 1980’s, computers were very new. And, believe it or not, the internet was unheard of then. How we managed, I will never know. I could go on, but I will share one tidbit to give you some perspective – as a senior in high school, my physics class once waited 45 minutes for the computers to merely start up. Happily, this was just in time for the bell to ring. We all had to leave to go to our next class and rarely got the opportunity again.)

Perusing the shelves of the library, I found the paperback book Pebble in the Sky by Isaac Asimov. That looked like more fun than schoolwork.

It was a great book. Real science meshed into an interesting science fiction book by a real scientist. I think I may have read it twice before I had to return it to the library. With one wrong step on the sidewalk, a man travels through time into the future. Towards the end of the book, he becomes very telepathic. So much so, that he could control someone else’s speech, if I remember correctly. It was so interesting to me. Can you really do that? Maybe the unused part of our brain is used for telepathy? I don’t know. I had to find out.