That Was Lifetimes Ago (Literally)

Many years ago a psychic/friend assaulted me with her insight on some of my more challenging relationships. Next to “yoga teacher,” “psychics” seem to require the least credentials, and, yet, are somehow endowed with a suspiciously large amount of power. Let’s just say, for reasons that I cannot explain, I trusted her. Well, as it turns out, she is the type of psychic with insight into past lives. Not only that, but I learned that a particularly sucky relationship was due to the fact that said person was my “murderer from a past life.” Talk about dysfunction! That’s gotta be some expensive couples counseling! As for the details, (where?! when?!…dunno…something about living as a nun in a convent…(sigh) see, even my past lives are boring…), that was going to cost more than free, so I chose to remain in ignorance.

Today, due to a mysterious series of events, I somehow wound up having lunch with this particular murderer from a past life (to my understanding there’s only one…but who knows?). I know what you’re thinking: where are my boundaries?! When I first received this psychic news, I was terrified. I swore I could not occupy a room with him. While some cultures generic levitra prices may be more understanding and tolerant, there are several countries in the world where male sexuality and masculinity is given so much importance. There is a Chinese medicine called Diuretic and Anti-inflammatory cost of levitra properties. Depression: Chronic unica-web.com levitra vs viagra depression is another major reason behind low libido. Do not tell children to “fight back” or retaliate. prescription free viagra I even had another friend announce to me, “Your murderer from a past life has entered the room!” whenever such happenstance occured. But, as time has trudged along (we’re talking a decade), I have started to feel more secure with this incarnation and I have come to the conclusion that this past life relationship doesn’t present any more or less danger than any of my other relationships with men (which should really give reason for pause…). The point is…I ain’t gittin’ murdered no mo’!!!

If there’s one thing this life has taught me, is that I’m a sacred vessel of life. It’s not OK to speak to me in a condescending tone, it’s not OK to be sarcastic towards me, and it’s NOT OK to kill me.

Now that I know this, I can socialize with anybody. Lunch was great.

Just for today (and this lifetime), I have boundaries.