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I went to see Pembroke's play on Monday night, one he's been working on for awhile, that already peaked my interest because, for the plot, he went straight back to a Greek myth I was not familiar with (at least in the current life). I also went to finally meet his new lady, someone he met and almost immediately basically said - this is it.

Oh, yes, she is it. The torch is firmly passed. I recognized her, it's a deep and long attachment for him, and the best one he has ever found in this lifetime.

Then, the play, which was about Dionysus, coming back out of the east to find his home changed, his place and position in Greece lost to a half brother who is king of Thebes...long story short, resembles his true past life to the point of returning to find everything changed and all he wanted was his life. And I knew it. He dated the time of the play as around 350 BC.

I pushed the envelope this time. "Why that myth? Why that time?" He rolled his eyes and laughed before I even got the reference out. "You're going to tell me I was Alexander the Great?" He laughed. "No; in his army." He just laughed again.

He does it all the time. He collects things, he feels an affinity for times and places, he says things like "the Shakespeare I have known for 400 years," he goes back to Victorian speech, he slips in and out of our mutual past without what he thinks is memory, so he believes that this whole thing is my madness. He doesn't put me down, he just doesn't understand it and it is not important to him. In spite of the fact that instinct and hidden memory helps him recognize where to go and what to do sometimes, and most definitely who is important to him, because, like me, the recognition is instant.

Torture me.

At least, I want to thank her for waiting to show up until I could handle the sorrow. I had a wonderful time with him this year.

Was he a Theban? Who was in my army? I don't think a lot of them would have been there willingly.

I got triggered google-mapping Thebes. It helped to know that there's a thriving city there still... I think I will enjoy seeing that. I will be there -- again -- on Thursday.

Warmly,
Karen

I feel a bit shy... Sorry if I stumble a bit.
I have a feeling that one of my lives is connected to Alexandria somehow. I have always been very interested in ancient medeteranian. I had a history requirment to fill so I took a class on the subject.
I was so drawn to Egypt and Alexandria. There was a tower built in Alexandria that I felt pride in but at the same time I felt sour as if it might be ill gotten gains. We did not go over the tower in class, there was just a picture. I tend to feel the same way about the pyramids. Almost bitterness.
We also talked about logos and I felt as though I were fighting the understanding of the concept internally. I wanted to understand but I could not.
I was also very interested in how they viewed the loss of blood as a very bad thing but I also remember something about sacrificing cows?
I am so confused! I have loved mythology since I was a young kid and though I do not really know that much about Catholosism (sp?) I have very strong negative feelings about it.

Lisa,

When you start looking at past lives, everything can blend together.

It's when we start looking at the fragments one at a time that we start working out the puzzle.

Do you recognize what the tower was? Or why and how it was built?

Karen, how did I miss this?

I don't know where we came from, but Thebes is familliar to me as well. Something to let stew a bit and see if something comes up...

How'd you feel when you went back to Thebes?

Hi Sandra, here is a link about the tower.
http://www.touregypt.net/featurestories ... thouse.htm
Both were made at very seperate times.

I am remiss, I haven't been on here for ages... so... long enough to answer this question, how I felt in Thebes... depressed. I just felt depressed. And I wanted to be elsewhere. Least favourite part of the trip. Of course it looks totally different, but I still knew where it was, if you know what I mean. Being there sucked.

I actually dreamed about Alexander two saturdays ago. I was looking at a wall and there was a bas relief of the picture of of him that's considered to be likely accurate. he was there with a lion. then I saw snowflakes in rows also carved into the wall and was aware I was only looking at a small portion of the wall. I was considering asking you about it but was still considering when I noticed this thread. I also heard myself saying that I was alive then but I was east of Alexander.

I got up in an odd turn of mind and drove straight to Louisville and took in a show of crucial Revolutionary American art. It was something I dimly remember dreaming about decades ago.

Weird.

Hope your enjoying your trip. I miss your comments.

Peter