The latest news from Oxford.
I actually didn't want to talk about reincarnation,
but the subject pops up every time we talk.
The funny thing is that he is hearing me out,
I thought that was my job
Anyway, we were talking yesterday,
about his job, about the interesting people he meets there.
A writer, a Noble Prize winner, inspired people working for the United Nations.
He feels very much attracted to academic and intellectual minds.
We talked about politics, about science, about poetry.
And again I started seeing flash backs from a long time ago,
a college boy sitting under a tree, reading a book.
Everything is so English, the landscape, the big oak, the clothes he's wearing.
He's so perfectly innocent and open to everything.
I remember that he "admired" my way of living in the past,
he also was hungry for long walks, interesting journeys and adventures.
Yesterday he said exactly the same, that he admired me,
my way of thinking and my way of approaching things.
He even said he "loved" me.
This also rang a past life bell.
In the past I was in love with him in a most romantic way.
Like Oscar Wilde adored his Bosie.
But now I understand that his love was probably totally different,
not a sexual or romantic kind of love, but more some kind of admiration for a friend,
for someone who's much older and "wiser" (because I wasn't so wise back then

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When he tells me today that he loves me, he probably means the same.
It's an innocent, open kind of love.
It doesn't force me to say: mind you're words, you're married.
This past life love affair once meant a lot to me.
But I don't have many memories about him.
Just a few dreams, but all very intense.
I'm sure that I will find out soon how the relationship really was.
And if I really was responsible for his death.
I don't feel any anger from his side, more something like forgiveness:
it's all right, you're not the one to blame.
Although he says he doesn't remember anything,
I see that some unclear memories from the past slowly get into perspective.
Curious Girl.