Past Lives be Whack

Yeah, trust me, I get that the stuff I say about #reincarnation sounds whack AF

I only wanted to find some reason why I kept having all these weird #visions of old lamps and old houses

Confirm, somehow, I wasn’t totally hallucinating

And go on; get a nice sales job (‘cause I was “a talker, alright”), get a little house, and keep my string of beautiful girl friends rolling along

This is what I wanted

And it is also what I #expected

It was not, however, what I got
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I expected to find some normal guy with a house and 2.5 children who lived in a big Victorian house with lots of lamps!!

I was N-O-T looking for people telling me I was a reincarnated king or Egyptian pharaoh

And, for sure, did NOT want people telling me I would be describing past lives for other people

Did NOT

I was told all these things, and more, when I was 24 years old — 40 years ago, wow

Am I a “reincarnated King”?

Fuck if I know

An Egyptian pharaoh? What’s the emoji for “shrugs shoulders”

This sounds just as crazy to me as it must to you and I do NOT have memories of ancient Egypt — although in my very first directed past life regression, in San Francisco in early July, 1979

I was a King — in what I have since guessed must have been a small principality in Germany before unification in 1871
Was that a valid memory? Again, who knows

But as a past life regression virgin, this was my first dead people orgasm

I get it, too

That what I say now — uh, yeah, back when I was a famous racing driver and won the Grand Prix of Monaco before my morphine addiction

Or my “parallel life” when I was Playboy “Playmate of the Year”

Sounds, how best to say it . . . #odd

Uh , yeah . . . It sounds equally whack to me, too

I get it that it sounds Crazee

And the more I talk, the crazier it sounds

But . . . Crazee as it sounds, it is what keeps circling around my head

And so, nutty as I know it must seem

I keep trudging along
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Looking for #dead_people