Now and again I look back
On childhood days
Those tear filled moments
When words did not console me
Photo: ‘Marina Ginestà’ by Hans Gutmann
Last week I finished reading the Dutch version of the novel El lector de Julio Verne by Almudena Grandes. This is the third, touching story, after The Shadow of the Wind and For a Sack of Bones, about the Spanish Civil War I have read. But then the subject fascinates me. As a ten year old boy I often read a book of my Dad’s about this war, of which the scars are still visible in Spanish society. And besides reading, I regularly see images before me, especially when I am in a meditative state. Meanwhile, I know I was involved in this war in a past life, yet I don’t have a clue as to what role I played.
A peek at my book of short stories
Photo: ‘Falmouth Cornwall 2’ by Alice Symonds on Sxc.hu
...Then, as night fell, Glewyas (Cornish: ‘the bright one’) walked across the beach to the other cove, where his nets still lay as he had left them, and headed for home. There he would decide for himself between taking leave of his family and his life on the land, and taking off with his beloved morvoren (Cornish: mermaid).
Photo by Howard Schatz
How is the gender we come into this world with determined? The answer is simple. When the sperm cell is carrying an X chromosome a girl will be born, and in the case of a Y chromosome it will be a boy. This is a scientific fact, yet I like digging deeper for answers. I am convinced my spirit decided before it reincarnated that it wanted to be born male and to go through life as a man. In that way my spirit can have optimal experiences to learn its lessons. Naturally, I can’t remember this decision and the lessons, as these are safely kept in my unconscious mind.
Photo: ‘Tango a la Argentina’ by Mexikids on Sxc.hu
"I’m not really that into language," I once said in a writer’s café. Those present looked at me in astonishment: A writer who isn’t involved in language, that’s unthinkable, isn’t it? However, that is the case with me.