tanguerra
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This is another life that I have remembered bits and pieces of over recent years, but have not written about much before. But I am trying to get some of my 'lives' into some kind of order and I think it is quite an interesting story in its own way so worth writing down here.
The first time I thought of this one was to do with a friend of mine I met about five or six years ago. He is a rather tragic person in this life. He was an actual 'rocket scientist' in real life (yes really) before he had a terrible accident and suffered brain damage as a consequence. These days, although he is physically OK, because of a head injury he can't do anything more than basic high school mathematics (except in strange brief bursts when he can write out one of those long and complicated mathematical formulas and understand it all perfectly, then maddeningly, it's gone again). He has frequent short term memory loss, has trouble figuring out things like working his mobile phone and the TV remote. He can still play Chopin expertly on the piano and talk endlessly about Russian literature though!
Sadly, these days, he struggles with a bit of a drinking problem and quite serious (although fairly understandable) depression. Other than all that, he is a delightful fellow, very kind and sweet and always thoughtful and interesting to talk to and I'm very fond of him. Before you get any funny ideas about him and me, he's gay!
When we first met he was a very lonely and sad man with few friends - having left his old life behind him after the accident, now unemployed and feeliing very down about everything. Although he can speak about five languages pretty fluently his English has a rather thick accent and he is fairly shy with a soft voice (and he drinks too much which doesn't help him in making himself understood sometimes!). He also has a bit of a 'superior' attitude in general and so, he has trouble making new friends.
Anyway, he was introduced to me at a party by a friend. I immediately kind of noticed and liked him and was drawn to him a little. I could not help but notice how quiet and sad and withdrawn he seemed sitting on his own in a corner, so I deliberately made an effort to talk to him. I am pretty good with accents and soon was having a very interesting conversation with him. I could see how delighted he was that someone took the trouble to talk to him and before long he was smiling and happy and telling me various stories (much to the astonishment of his friend).
Anyway, some time went by and I became pals with him and one day I was sitting in his rather humble home at the kitchen table drinking tea. He was sitting with his back to the window, maybe it was some trick of the light, but suddenly there was something about his facial expression - a certain seriousness and dignity - that led me to 'see' him from a previous life.
In that particular instant I could see him sitting up on a dais in magnificent robes. He was the head of our 'school'. He was our 'Master'. It was China many centuries ago. There were hundreds of little boys there in a large and impressive hall, all dressed in bright yellow robes. It was our graduation day. I had various flashbacks of martial arts training over the years and him teaching us, all in an instant, and I knew that this was some kind of school for boys in the Imperial Court where they trained the body guards (private army) for the Emperor. I remembered - and felt at the same time - an overwhelming feeling of respect, admiration and love for him all of a sudden. He was in a bit of a bad way at the time, and was feeling very sorry for himself, and I immediately knew that no matter what I had to not only help him, but lift him up into the level of self-respect and dignity he had had at that time. I knew I owed him something special, and it was not right to see him in such humbling circumstances, and this was my chance to do something about it...
The first time I thought of this one was to do with a friend of mine I met about five or six years ago. He is a rather tragic person in this life. He was an actual 'rocket scientist' in real life (yes really) before he had a terrible accident and suffered brain damage as a consequence. These days, although he is physically OK, because of a head injury he can't do anything more than basic high school mathematics (except in strange brief bursts when he can write out one of those long and complicated mathematical formulas and understand it all perfectly, then maddeningly, it's gone again). He has frequent short term memory loss, has trouble figuring out things like working his mobile phone and the TV remote. He can still play Chopin expertly on the piano and talk endlessly about Russian literature though!
Sadly, these days, he struggles with a bit of a drinking problem and quite serious (although fairly understandable) depression. Other than all that, he is a delightful fellow, very kind and sweet and always thoughtful and interesting to talk to and I'm very fond of him. Before you get any funny ideas about him and me, he's gay!
When we first met he was a very lonely and sad man with few friends - having left his old life behind him after the accident, now unemployed and feeliing very down about everything. Although he can speak about five languages pretty fluently his English has a rather thick accent and he is fairly shy with a soft voice (and he drinks too much which doesn't help him in making himself understood sometimes!). He also has a bit of a 'superior' attitude in general and so, he has trouble making new friends.
Anyway, he was introduced to me at a party by a friend. I immediately kind of noticed and liked him and was drawn to him a little. I could not help but notice how quiet and sad and withdrawn he seemed sitting on his own in a corner, so I deliberately made an effort to talk to him. I am pretty good with accents and soon was having a very interesting conversation with him. I could see how delighted he was that someone took the trouble to talk to him and before long he was smiling and happy and telling me various stories (much to the astonishment of his friend).
Anyway, some time went by and I became pals with him and one day I was sitting in his rather humble home at the kitchen table drinking tea. He was sitting with his back to the window, maybe it was some trick of the light, but suddenly there was something about his facial expression - a certain seriousness and dignity - that led me to 'see' him from a previous life.
In that particular instant I could see him sitting up on a dais in magnificent robes. He was the head of our 'school'. He was our 'Master'. It was China many centuries ago. There were hundreds of little boys there in a large and impressive hall, all dressed in bright yellow robes. It was our graduation day. I had various flashbacks of martial arts training over the years and him teaching us, all in an instant, and I knew that this was some kind of school for boys in the Imperial Court where they trained the body guards (private army) for the Emperor. I remembered - and felt at the same time - an overwhelming feeling of respect, admiration and love for him all of a sudden. He was in a bit of a bad way at the time, and was feeling very sorry for himself, and I immediately knew that no matter what I had to not only help him, but lift him up into the level of self-respect and dignity he had had at that time. I knew I owed him something special, and it was not right to see him in such humbling circumstances, and this was my chance to do something about it...
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