Shiftkitty
Registered User
Have you ever benefitted in this life from past life experience, whether intentionally or not?
Here's an example. I drive for a living, and yesterday I was moving along a higher-speed stretch of local road when some great wave of stupidity took over someone at an intersection. I had the green light, and this guy on the cross street hit someone and launched them into the intersection. I was on a beeline for that car with no time to stop. Instinctively I thought "Take the wheel, Claudius!" (Claudius is, I believe, the name of of the chariot racer that I once was.)
Physically, I was still perceiving the accident, the lights, traffic, my own car, etc. However, some part of my mind felt the rumble of a chariot floorboard and the sensation of standing, not sitting, with reins in hand. It was like being two different people with one consciousness. Claudius had swung his chariot around many wrecks during the course of his racing carreer, and this would be no different. My car went nimbly around the crash, getting only minor tire slide, and as I cleared the scene, the whole chariot perception gently ebbed.
What could I do? Others were tending the crash scene, I wasn't needed there, I had to get some cases delivered, so I gave a victory whoop and went on my way.
(I know some of you may be thinking that I should have stopped to render assistance, but the situation was well in hand. I hadn't seen much detail that many others in the area hadn't seen, others were rendering aid, and the whole affair happened less than a block away from a fire house. There were numerous other factors that influenced my decision to carry on as well, many of them personal safety related.)
Here's an example. I drive for a living, and yesterday I was moving along a higher-speed stretch of local road when some great wave of stupidity took over someone at an intersection. I had the green light, and this guy on the cross street hit someone and launched them into the intersection. I was on a beeline for that car with no time to stop. Instinctively I thought "Take the wheel, Claudius!" (Claudius is, I believe, the name of of the chariot racer that I once was.)
Physically, I was still perceiving the accident, the lights, traffic, my own car, etc. However, some part of my mind felt the rumble of a chariot floorboard and the sensation of standing, not sitting, with reins in hand. It was like being two different people with one consciousness. Claudius had swung his chariot around many wrecks during the course of his racing carreer, and this would be no different. My car went nimbly around the crash, getting only minor tire slide, and as I cleared the scene, the whole chariot perception gently ebbed.
What could I do? Others were tending the crash scene, I wasn't needed there, I had to get some cases delivered, so I gave a victory whoop and went on my way.
(I know some of you may be thinking that I should have stopped to render assistance, but the situation was well in hand. I hadn't seen much detail that many others in the area hadn't seen, others were rendering aid, and the whole affair happened less than a block away from a fire house. There were numerous other factors that influenced my decision to carry on as well, many of them personal safety related.)
