Twenty years ago I learned how to do Past Life Regression Therapy from Brian Weiss. And this morning,there was Brian's face, on FB in an ad.

This is a picture of Dr. Brian Weiss
for an advertisement.

I was on Facebook this morning and looked over at the adverts.   I hate that they have ads, but since no one has yet asked me, I assume they will continue.

In any event I was a bit surprised to see Brian whom I know. Or at least did about 20 years ago.

 

BACKSTORY ON GETTING TO KNOW ABOUT BRIAN'S WORK

 

A colleague of mine had lost his mom and I went to pay a Shiva call. (That's what Jewish people do instead of a wake)

 

While I was there I told my friend that I was heading off to Barnes' & Nobel.  He asked what book I was looking for. I told him it was kind of a joke to me. I had gotten a new age catalog and a book had been listed called, "Blame it on your past life" by Dick Sutfin ( I think). I said that it was hard enough to get one's patients to take responsibility for their issues at all, and for someone to write a book about it being your fault before you were living was absolutely ridiculous. (YOU should know by now, I like that adjective).  Phil asked if I had ever heard of Brian Weiss. I said no.

He told me that he had read two of his books, one "Many Lives, Many Masters" and the other, "Through Time into Healing".

They were about reincarnation and it's use in psychotherapy. I really respected Phil, so when I looked in the store and wasn't able to find the book I had come for, I found the one I hadn't known about.

Of course, I read the back cover and was intrigued. Dr. Weiss had graduated from Columbia University and Yale Medical School and was the Chairman Emeritus of Psychiatry at the Mount Sinai Center in Miami.

 

Those were some pretty heavy credentials so I bought the book.  I read it in the course of a day and a half. In some ways, it change my life.

 

BACKSTORY ON ME

 

I was brought up in an atheistic home, so God was not a concept that I could wrap my head around. However, the spirituality he discussed, and the story he told made me believe there had to be more than this.

 

I knew I would want to lend my friends this book, so the next morning, a Sunday, I went to a different B & N to buy two more copies.

The New Age section was in a different part of the store. After I found it the section, which was in a corner, all the New Age books were on  the top shelves.  So, being vertically challenged, I had to pull a stool over to stand on to read the titles.  I was having trouble finding his, and when I glanced down to get off the stool,  there were two copies at the bottom by my feet.  Woe. I had just walked past this spot and there  were no books on the floor. I was in a corner, alone,  and the store had just opened.  It was all neat and tidy. How did they get there?

 

Just wonderin.

 

MEETING DR. WEISS

 

The first time I saw him was at a weekend workshop at the Omega Institute in Reinhardt, New York. I found out about the weekend and really wanted to go, but it was last minute and I didn't know if there would be any room.

I happened to speaking to my friend Leslie, also a psychologist, also single and I mentioned the Brian weekend.  She was like. "OH Wow" " I have two tickets and a room for two, but my son just told me he doesn't want to go.  Do you want to?"  "Hell yes" I replied.

I asked if she knew about Brian, but she didn't. (I found that really weird, but....) She was going because she had gone there to a summer camp when she was a child, before it became Omega; and they were having a basketball weekend [I think with Phil Jackson] and she was hoping to meet some men.

 

She came to the sessions, but wasn't impressed like I was. I started reading more.  The following summer Brian was giving a five day workshop in how to do past life therapy for professionals. I asked Leslie if she wanted to go, but she didn't.  So I went by myself. There were only 120 of us so, I was able to get to know Brian fairly well. He was totally accessible as was his lovely wife Carol.

 

It was an awesome experience. My roommate was a wonderful woman, originally from South Africa, but living in Cincinnati.  There were two other women in the next cabin from Long Island and one man and another woman, also from Long Island.

  We all bonded and stayed connected for many years.

 

As I was licensed in New York at the time, I was able to be on Brian's referral list and  got many calls treated many people that he referred.

When I first moved to Florida and got my license I was also able to get referrals.

 

We all received a letter telling us that he would no longer be able to give referrals due to some legality.

 

Brian has traveled around the world doing his thing. I've seen him on TV and when he would come to NY we would go to see him.

It's been many years, but he has a spot in my heart.

 

WHAT I RECEIVED

 

Without his books I would have no faith.  It's not easy to develop when you were told much of your life that such things do not exist.

There is of course much much more that I could write. I think this will do.

 

THEORY

 

I now do not believe in coincidence. Things happen for a reason.

There is probably one why you stumbled upon my blog.

And here we were. I'm sorry I cut off my friend, but I don't know if anyone would want their picture up without permission. That was probably around 1998. No glasses and no hair.

I wonder what today is?

Oh. This isn't related to my being calendar challenged. I like to view my stats. I admit it. I'm hungry for attention. Here, online.

Anyway. So far today I had something like 148 "reads". Where I live, it's 9:30 a.m.  I posted last night around 11 p.m.

I also apparently have followers all around the world. Here is the breakdown. I love when copy and paste works.

United States	1129
France	129
United Kingdom	63
Germany	43
Netherlands	35
Ukraine	34
Poland	31
Russia	18
Romania	16
Mexico	15                                                                                                             If we open the spigot, we might drown the angel                   For some reason, Mexico is following me.  I tried to stop it but now they're all moving.  Bloody Hell.            So, about the time. Today is any 24 hour period. Except it's different if you're reading this in Europe or Asia which I think I had too. They all didn't copy. The point is, that I have to wait until at least 24 of my hours have passed to see what was read. This hurts my head. And teaches me a lesson. I am becoming too obsessed with this blogging and all its aspects. I am so happy to have so many readers and from so many places. So, today is just a word. Like so many others. Created for us, in an attempt to communicate in a meaningful way.       Theory. Words are symbols, that attempt to represent concepts and feelings,  I added time  but realized that it too is a concept.   Sign language does the same thing. Body language and touch are other ways to communicate with one another.   My belief:  We have yet to develop a really good means of communication. If we did, we would be able to be at peace with one another. Wouldn't that be nice? True understanding of another's experiences, concepts and feelings?  I really pray for that day. I'm so tired and distressed at watching people, hate and kill one another.  Maybe Today, it will stop.   Thanks for reading.

BRIEF CONVERSATION WITH MY HUSBAND

My husband and I were just watching TV. Well, the DVR.
He was fast forwarding and I said:

This has nothing to do with the discussion. I'll find a TV and  put it at the end. This was from an airplane when I went to NY to visit friends. Nice, huh?

 

 

 

Me:  I finally did the Yoga DVD today.

Him:  You should get a helmet.

Me: I didn't realize Yoga in the living room was dangerous.

Him: No, for when you ride the bike.  You're sitting high off the ground and actually, there are several things you should get.

Like lube.

Me: KY?

Him: No! What's wrong with you?

Me:  What do I know about lubes?

Him: He starts laughing and goes into the kitchen and on his way out

Him:  There are a lot of different kinds of bicycle lubricants. Since you'll be riding this one, you should be taking care of it and know these

Me: That was a rhetorical question.

Him: Uh, yeah. As I was speaking I realized that.... vey feh. Push the play button.  

 

This is symbolic of my verbal communication skill.

 

 

 

Anyone else have this happen with their spouses?

Well, spouse. I hope you only have one because if not, it would be bigamy or polygamy and I think sometimes, that one is a tad more than I can handle. One at a time, anyway.

 

Bra's and why they don't fit and aren't comfortable.

  Wow. I actually was able to copy that from an online image.  I suppose that's as good a place to start as any.

This past season, my husband and I were watching Blunt Talk on Showtime. It was really funny. On one of the shows, they started talking about the shape of women's breasts and had actual classifications. They used three. I could only recall one. I just asked my husband and he could only remember one also. The same one.

The champagne glass. This was considered the "best" in show (LOL).  Two of the women at the table had the other types of breasts. The men were very nice and of course, told the women they liked those too. *(AD)  We all know men have preferences, but when they are with a naked woman, they don't care what type, as long as it's a pair.  I suppose.

I had to do a search on shapes  just now to see if I could find the other two types. Turns out, there are quite a number of types and descriptions which I decided to try to narrow down. Somewhat.

First, I am trying to discuss the shape, not  the size.  In some cases it matters, in others it doesn't. What the men on the show considered the best were referred to as "champagne". Like champagne glasses are.  Round with (I can't believe I'm writing this) with a how do I even say this? How about a nipple in proportion and of a nice rosy color .  Rather like my face while I'm writing this.

The terms vary and I'm not putting in photos of naked boobs. Probably.

One site I looked at had photos of real people. One woman's  chest looked cockeyed.  Wrong word. I just looked it up. Drunk; they weren't;  a bit awry perhaps. It was like she needed to see an ophthalmologist because they were facing her armpits.   Which, if I were a man looking at her, I might find disconcerting. You know. Making eye contact. And we all know that most men don't look you in the eyes. They look you in the boobs. Where would he look? Would he keep sweeping his eyes back and forth? I get dizzy thinkin about it.

I changed my mind. I was able to copy and paste these renderings.

This is from one of the sites I found.

One was called "swooping" which from the side looked a bit like a ski lift. Not as bad as Bob Hope's nose, but you get the idea. Probably from the front they look perky and may be looking at the ceiling.

The next were "sagging". I think most women of a certain bigger size, age, or after childbirth know what this means. Hanging your head in sorrow. Looking down.. If they were really large, probably looking at and reaching the floor. Sorry ladies.

Not too long ago I was asked if mine sagged. At a family gathering. I was the only small breasted woman at the event,   [can I call myself  not large breasted, since  all the other women are?] Anyway,  I told them no. Which is true. In my "size'" I said they just slid down a little. *(AD) I heard that many years ago from Suzanne Pleshette  on the Tonight Show. She said they used to be up here, and now there're down here.  That's the way it is. Thank you.

One site I looked at had photos of real people. Just their torsos. One woman's looked cockeyed.  Wrong word. Just looked it up. Drunk, they weren't, a bit awry they were. It was like she needed to see an ophthalmologist because they were facing her armpits.   Which if I were a man looking at her, I might find disconcerting. You know. Making eye contact. And we all know that most men don't look you in the eyes. They look you in the boobs. Man, that would make me dizzy.

Other's were just called small. They are also known, unkindly as mosquito bites, eggs, sunny side up and flat chested. Women are very self conscious about this. I imagine almost as bad as a man with a very little penis. Almost.  The jokes on the men. At least women can have breast augmentation surgery.  Finally. Something else besides childbirth that only women can do.  YAY LADIES!


 The one's that are labeled tubular;  I'm trying to imagine those. Long and thin?  From the side drawing it was hard to say.  They look how I feel during a mammogram.

Then, my favorite, was snoopy. Yeah. Like my favorite dog. It was like the swoop, only the nipples were larger and sloping up.

What have we learned boys and girls?  That women's breasts come in a zillion different shapes and sizes, and change over the years.  Not that any of this should be new. Although I do remember years and years ago when I realized that not all women's breasts looked the same.   It wasn't like I had been exposed to many real women during my younger years. I saw breasts occasionally in movies, but back then, even that was held to a minimum. And mine seemed to look like those I saw. I will disclose. Champagne.  Doesn't matter because my  bra's were always uncomfortable. And they still are.  And that's really why I'm writing this.

I won't blame the manufacturers, because they seem to make so many different styles and sizes that one should be able to find something that is flattering, not flattening and comfortable. Apparently that is too much to ask.  I guess I am blaming them. Why not? I like to blame companies.

For a number of years, in my early twenties, I stopped wearing bras. It was liberating because it was comfortable. I was a feminist but I shaved.

For men, who may not understand, even though there are hooks and elastic in the bands, in order for them to stay in place, they need to be a little bit tight. Or they ride up or fall down. Then, why bother putting it on?
 Guys, think about Thanksgiving. You finished your wonderful meal and are sitting at the table. Your waistband is beginning to pull and you're getting that feeling. So, you do what you can. You unbutton the top button and yes.  You can almost breathe again.  This is never an option for ladies. Well, hardly ever.

Only in extreme circumstances would a woman take off her bra.  If she can do it discreetly, she will. I guess.


           A Story about a third or fourth date

    This couple went out dancing for the evening. It was a nice.  The woman was wearing a little black dress that required a strapless bra. For those of you who know and those of you who don't, they have to be really, really tight because at least with regular bra's, the straps help hold them up.  So, while the couple was dancing, the woman was losing her bra. It was sliding around like a dancer on a pole. It was driving her crazy and was interfering with her ability to dance and enjoy her date. She excused herself to go to the ladies. In the stall, she took it off and breathed a sigh of relief.  She then realized she had a new problem. What would she do with it? She only had a tiny evening purse and no jacket. Fuck. She was going to throw it in the trash, but she just couldn't. They can be pricy and when not dancing or jumping around for long periods, useful. What to do, what to do.
    She decided to be brave. She came out, holding it tightly in her hands and went to her date and asked if he could put it in his jacket pocket. Duh? in a flash it disappeared.  Later,quite some time later, he told her that he thought that she must some real live wire. Taking off her bra and giving it to him?  He thought he hit pay dirt. Poor guy.  He didn't know that desperate times call for desperate measures. That didn't make her a desperate woman.


Back to the point
    As a woman, do you have this problem too?  I know some friends who do, but unless you shop together it's not a topic that's going to arise. I've even used  one of those women who come to the department stores to measure you, because they always say you're wearing the wrong size.
    She measured me and brought me the size I wore for years and they were ultimately still not comfortable.
    I tried sports bras for a short time, but they not only make you look flat chested, they're tight and cut into your back and shoulders.

   So, any ideas? Other than braless because I am still vain and don't like looking  flat and think everyone knows that I don't have one on, and I get self-conscious.

   And no. I will not be having surgery as a solution. Although, I hear they stand up by themselves which could mean no bra is really needed. Hmmm.   

You would think I would find one that fits and flatters. Humbug.

WARNING DO NOT SWALLOW oops

IF I SHOULD GET TO  LOOK LIKE HER, I WON'T WANT TO.

 

I got up this morning as usual and went into the kitchen to take my meds.

I am on a variety of them, but today I'm going to talk about Spiriva. My inhalation drug for my mild COPD.

I take three other capsules in the a.m.

My friend Pat is having a knee replacement this morning, so I was thinking about her when I took my pills. Without thinking, I swallowed the Spiriva.

Oh Shit. I pulled the information package out of the trash.( It was a new pack and I've been taking it for a few years.) Why would I need the insert?) I looked all over the 3 foot insert and it said in several places "DO NOT SWALLOW" followed by a circle with a line through it. I forgot. this is the digital era. I can take a picture of it. Wow. So cool.

 

 

This is in several places. It makes me think that if I do swallow, there will be consequences. And not like winning the lottery kind.

 

No where did it say what to do if you did. I read as much as I could of the tome. The only place that sort of mentioned it was about overdosing.  Under that was accidental ingestion. To quote -

"Acute intoxication by inadvertent oral ingestion of capsules is unlikely since it is not well-absorbed systemically."

If I knew exactly what that meant, I would have felt better. Since I wasn't sure I spent the next portion of the morning looking for a phone number to contact.

Thank God it was not an online venture because you know as well as I, that they hide their phone numbers because they never ever want you to call.

I did find a number under general information and I called it.

A lovely automated voice asked if I were a physician, pharmacist or pharmaceutical rep. Nope. Not one of those. It did go on and eventually gave a number to talk to an agent.

Not me. Not yet.

I pressed the number and a man answered. I told him my plight and he said, okay, can I have your name an number in case the call is lost? Then he added, when I transfer you to medical assistance.

I was proud that I wasn't panicking. He didn't seem at all concerned which didn't make me feel better. Shouldn't someone say, don't worry or something soothing?   He told me he was transferring me and I should have a "wonderful day". I'm thinking....Did you not hear me? I'm nervous. I may have swallowed poison? I could need to be rushed to the hospital and you're telling me to have a great day? (okay I don't remember which adjective he used.)

Breathe. Breathe. And then a woman answers the call and tells me she's a nurse.  Before saying don't worry or anything to calm me, she says she has to get some information. She did know that the call was about swallowing the pill, so I was able to get some solace from that. She was very professional and was one of those programmed people. You know, when they read the script so many times they have it memorized?

Finally, she said I should be alright. The medicine in the pill is poorly absorbed by the system and the capsule is gelatin and will either dissolve or be passed.

Medical Care or lack thereof.

Whew. I tried to joke around since I was relieved. Maybe she had no sense of humor or they are monitored really closely.

After she told me I would be okay, she wanted addition information for the record. I decided to be polite, since I wasn't going to die and answered with my name, address, DOB and length of time on the pills. I lied. I have no idea. Ha ha on you.

She did ask I had any further questions and I did ask if she could pass along to the people who print the insert, that it might be nice if they told you what would happen after they scared you to death about not swallowing. She didn't know what to say. Above her pay grade and would require her to do something she isn't involved with.

She asked if that was all. I said yes. And she told me to have a GREAT DAY. Also, would I answer a three question survey? Sure.

The first question was, do you think the representative cared about you. As I had spoken to two people-bots and not one, I decided not to give a bad mark, just not a great day one.

 

The good news was that they were Americans and spoke English well.

I just laughed. I imagined getting someone with a heavy Indian accent (please don't take offense, I'm not good listening to any accent).

I imagined that I couldn't understand what the rep said and it sounded like "You vill be notfectid since yr sytome vilupserv de trio tope iem. Have a mice day."

 

Yeah. The good old days.


So. Today. No theory. Some questions instead.

Have you ever done something like this?  My friend's mother once brushed her teeth with preparation H. yick.

When you were distracted, what was the mistake you made? Could be the silliest, most serious, funniest, dumbest or ridiculous.  You can post anonymously so no one will know. And I have been getting email. If it won't link, copy and past.

HAVE A GREAT DAY

 

 

 

 

My sick sense of humor. Please read before opening the link

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I joined some blogging communities. This morning I saw this photo and decided to comment on it. I was able to get the link. I would rather have been able to cut and paste, but You can't always get what you want.

The picture is interesting. I hope you will find my comment funny. And on the side of very sick humor.