Hable Con Ella
Well, now that they've got me started I guess I'll continue.
Thank you Monkey! Monkey lent me a movie called "Hable Con Ella" (Talk to Her), Spanish with English subtitles (I missed most of the acting because I was reading the subtitles; have to watch it again for the acting). It got me to thinking again about the twists and turns of life (ala C. Dickens): how each of us affects the people we meet, fate, destiny, chance meetings, who planned it and why. Pre-destination or free will? I've been asking "Why?" all my life;drove my mother crazy because she couldn't, wouldn't, or didn't know the answer.
When I left New York and moved to San Francisco, back in the 1970s, I took a stab at palm reading. Looking at the destiny/today's reality juxtaposition I came up with more questions. I noticed that some people had palms with hardly any activity while others, like my own, were overly lined (don't laugh, I was young at the time). It was explained to me that palms with little activity were new souls and had little or no Karma, while mine were indicative of an old soul. [Note: my husband and both children are old souls as well.] Up until then I was convinced that I was completely in control of my life, I didn't believe in pre-destination. However, everything my destiny palm said would happen had already come true, and then it said I would have two children (which I laughed at heartily because I didn't want any at that time). I've been told that I think too much, but maybe it's that other people don't think enough (when people accuse me of being opinionated I say thank you, because you cannot have an opinion without having thought through the subject matter). I hypothesized that we're not just placed here, willy-nilly, from some biological mishmash of DNA Russian roulette. Weird me, I decided that we were placed here for a reason. Each of us has chosen this life or that, for a particular reason.
Good or bad we, each of us, have certain lessons that we must learn in order to take that knowledge back with us when we go home again. Yes, I believe that we have an immortal soul, but not in the "God fearing" way we were brought up to believe. I reject the idea of heaven and hell and I believe that we choose the life we come into, each time we come into a life (heretic that I am I believe in reincarnation for this reason), in order to teach ourselves to be better in our spiritual manifestation in order to impart that knowledge to the higher being that some of us, here on Earth, call God and others may call the Prime Mover. And we each come here to teach and to learn, together with our parents and our children, hopefully to better mankind (certainly not to murder each other).
I want to thank God for all these twists and turns I've experienced, the people I've met, the places I've been, now living in Prague, I think it was all meant to be. Frank could not live long enough to restitute his family's property, it was not his destiny, and his sister has said that she would have given up long before this. But I'm young enough, strong enough, determined enough to do this for my family. I've attracted the kind of friends who want to help me in this endeavor, and who have helped me beyond all bounds of reason. Pre-destination based on the life I chose to come into, knowing that I would face poverty at a young age when my father left us, having a mother who had the good sense to divorce my father and marry a man who raised us with respect (in spite of the Catholic Church telling them they'd spend an eternity in hell), leaving home to find myself and a life in California, meeting and marrying Frank. That's where the free will comes in: my soul chose to have this life, this time around.
Having said all that, I want to thank my children again for deciding to join their father and me in our shared journey on this little planet. By the time I had them, as a middle-aged adult, I'd already formulated this theory and raised them with the idea that they needed to be responsible and make their own choices, which they've been doing since early childhood. They have been a joy, and an experience I'm glad we chose to have together for I believe that each of our souls knew the experiences we, each of us, would share together before we came here.
I'm not saying that every day was a joy, especially though the teen years. Personally, I hated mine (wish I'd come up with this theory when I was a teen and perhaps it wouldn't have been such a painful experience for me). And I am certain that I made some mistakes in raising my daughters, no child is ever fully satisfied with their upbringing, but they certainly had a different kind of a life here in Prague than they would have had in the States. True, they were drinking at a young age; but at least they were not driving automobiles while drunk. Kids in America are driving at sixteen and, though they're not allowed to drink until they're twenty-one, seem to get into an awful lot of accidents while drunk. My two didn't go to normal American high school, didn't go to school at all, but then they didn't have to do homework every night and did not have to take tests, or put up with teachers that knew less then my children. They read books, magazines, newspapers and they each got their GED without a problem.
My favorite story to tell is of my elder daughter's preliminary GED essay. Instructions were to write on any subject and she wrote it on existentialism according to Jean-Paul Sartre. I'd venture to say that most college graduates in America couldn't even spell existentialism. The teacher wanted to know: WHERE THE HELL SHE'D BEEN GOING TO SCHOOL. I guess she got more out of her education then the average American kid gets. This number one daughter wants to be a writer and now, having worked for a legal research company, wants to be a lawyer. Daughter number two got her GED in Austin, TexAss, and quickly arranged a class in welding. She does very large sculptures and has now been getting commissions to do private work.]
Yes, I brag about my daughters. They overwhelm me and I cannot wait to see my little granddaughter Grace grown and sassy. I'm contented, happy, and love my life. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings
Thank you Monkey! Monkey lent me a movie called "Hable Con Ella" (Talk to Her), Spanish with English subtitles (I missed most of the acting because I was reading the subtitles; have to watch it again for the acting). It got me to thinking again about the twists and turns of life (ala C. Dickens): how each of us affects the people we meet, fate, destiny, chance meetings, who planned it and why. Pre-destination or free will? I've been asking "Why?" all my life;drove my mother crazy because she couldn't, wouldn't, or didn't know the answer.
When I left New York and moved to San Francisco, back in the 1970s, I took a stab at palm reading. Looking at the destiny/today's reality juxtaposition I came up with more questions. I noticed that some people had palms with hardly any activity while others, like my own, were overly lined (don't laugh, I was young at the time). It was explained to me that palms with little activity were new souls and had little or no Karma, while mine were indicative of an old soul. [Note: my husband and both children are old souls as well.] Up until then I was convinced that I was completely in control of my life, I didn't believe in pre-destination. However, everything my destiny palm said would happen had already come true, and then it said I would have two children (which I laughed at heartily because I didn't want any at that time). I've been told that I think too much, but maybe it's that other people don't think enough (when people accuse me of being opinionated I say thank you, because you cannot have an opinion without having thought through the subject matter). I hypothesized that we're not just placed here, willy-nilly, from some biological mishmash of DNA Russian roulette. Weird me, I decided that we were placed here for a reason. Each of us has chosen this life or that, for a particular reason.
Good or bad we, each of us, have certain lessons that we must learn in order to take that knowledge back with us when we go home again. Yes, I believe that we have an immortal soul, but not in the "God fearing" way we were brought up to believe. I reject the idea of heaven and hell and I believe that we choose the life we come into, each time we come into a life (heretic that I am I believe in reincarnation for this reason), in order to teach ourselves to be better in our spiritual manifestation in order to impart that knowledge to the higher being that some of us, here on Earth, call God and others may call the Prime Mover. And we each come here to teach and to learn, together with our parents and our children, hopefully to better mankind (certainly not to murder each other).
I want to thank God for all these twists and turns I've experienced, the people I've met, the places I've been, now living in Prague, I think it was all meant to be. Frank could not live long enough to restitute his family's property, it was not his destiny, and his sister has said that she would have given up long before this. But I'm young enough, strong enough, determined enough to do this for my family. I've attracted the kind of friends who want to help me in this endeavor, and who have helped me beyond all bounds of reason. Pre-destination based on the life I chose to come into, knowing that I would face poverty at a young age when my father left us, having a mother who had the good sense to divorce my father and marry a man who raised us with respect (in spite of the Catholic Church telling them they'd spend an eternity in hell), leaving home to find myself and a life in California, meeting and marrying Frank. That's where the free will comes in: my soul chose to have this life, this time around.
Having said all that, I want to thank my children again for deciding to join their father and me in our shared journey on this little planet. By the time I had them, as a middle-aged adult, I'd already formulated this theory and raised them with the idea that they needed to be responsible and make their own choices, which they've been doing since early childhood. They have been a joy, and an experience I'm glad we chose to have together for I believe that each of our souls knew the experiences we, each of us, would share together before we came here.
I'm not saying that every day was a joy, especially though the teen years. Personally, I hated mine (wish I'd come up with this theory when I was a teen and perhaps it wouldn't have been such a painful experience for me). And I am certain that I made some mistakes in raising my daughters, no child is ever fully satisfied with their upbringing, but they certainly had a different kind of a life here in Prague than they would have had in the States. True, they were drinking at a young age; but at least they were not driving automobiles while drunk. Kids in America are driving at sixteen and, though they're not allowed to drink until they're twenty-one, seem to get into an awful lot of accidents while drunk. My two didn't go to normal American high school, didn't go to school at all, but then they didn't have to do homework every night and did not have to take tests, or put up with teachers that knew less then my children. They read books, magazines, newspapers and they each got their GED without a problem.
My favorite story to tell is of my elder daughter's preliminary GED essay. Instructions were to write on any subject and she wrote it on existentialism according to Jean-Paul Sartre. I'd venture to say that most college graduates in America couldn't even spell existentialism. The teacher wanted to know: WHERE THE HELL SHE'D BEEN GOING TO SCHOOL. I guess she got more out of her education then the average American kid gets. This number one daughter wants to be a writer and now, having worked for a legal research company, wants to be a lawyer. Daughter number two got her GED in Austin, TexAss, and quickly arranged a class in welding. She does very large sculptures and has now been getting commissions to do private work.]
Yes, I brag about my daughters. They overwhelm me and I cannot wait to see my little granddaughter Grace grown and sassy. I'm contented, happy, and love my life. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings
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