If you understand the naming; you'll know what I'm up to...
Also. My cat is a fatass :/ He's hogging so much room on the bed that I am resorting to pinning myself to one side. And of course the moment I step aside and get off my bed; he resumes the making of a nest on top of my covers.
This was to be expected of course. My cat; the bastard that he is; is only being whom he knows him self to be. And of course I am not really bitching about the qualities of my cat. We are both travelers on a long and endless road; and for the time our present bodies and spirits coincide; we will make the best of our odd friendship/relationship.
But of other things in mind. I follow in the footsteps of a fictitious Italian aristocrat. His brothers and father murder; his mother driven to the brink of madness. It is in this setting that I consider the start of a most interesting tale. For the story of Desmond Miles spans several hundred years; his purpose, his plans, his destiny. And as I dig deeper into this story; I can't help but consider the possibility that if such technology existed in this day and age; I too might have discovered something positively amazing about my own past.
Hm. Rather I guess this is a great time to segue into my own preposterous ideas of my past lives.
Lets see.
I believe in a past life. The concept that the immortal essence of the soul/mind/spirit whatever it is to be known as can transcend the space of time. And thus is able to be absorbed into a new life as it is born. This is why I believe memories are formed that can't possibly be ours; the ideas and concepts we hold steadfast to are so easy to us and to a degree it even shapes that which we like and enjoy doing the most.
In this life; I enjoy learning obscure facts, medicine derived from nature, exploring, traveling, cooking, massages, sex (well I'd be lying if I didn't include it), lingo of other nations and sometimes in the off chance that it's available, reading. Which is to say the last thing in this list was something I made up on the spot because I wrote that whole beginning and I could only suspect that it's interesting.
As for locations... I know for certain that my personal affiliation with Ancient Egypt, Rome; Piratical Caribbean Islands and parts of ancient Asia must have some bearing as to reason. No?
In a past life I can't help but suspecting that I was a healer in one of the Ancient lands. An Egyptian herbalist perhaps or a Roman apothecary? I may have served the pharaoh's family even, though I am not so mighty as to say I know for sure I could have. That aside; I still do think it possible that I held some position of importance in that life time. A priest perhaps? The mythologies of past do seem to connect with me ever so deeply. Their deities but memory scraps then? Could I have been one of those who would have picked the sacred herbs used in processions or for divination? If so what was my purpose beyond that? Surely something of my past life is waiting for me in Egypt then...
As for the pirate obsession. That too is something I can't explain. It's an interesting fascination I will admit. One that will eventually drive me crazy as I consider and ponder it's greater meaning. I want to believe that it's just a small piece of who I am, but that life; that existence. It feels so meaningful at times; I can't help but wonder if it holds a deeper meaning too.
Bah. This one is rambling again. I've spoken more than my share of myself. Soon I'll have more than my share of memories tied into words and placed online. Someone in the future could even reconstruct me from them...
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