My past life

[Bugbear]

Perhaps patterns archetype out of eons of evolution, then we fill in the blanks and connect the dots...

[BruceBC]

Indeed.... did we miss something??

[Paul]

If I was anything in my past life I was probably a lazy monkey or something!

I could never get that kilt comment from anyone... especially since half my ancestors were Highland Scots and the other half were Irish!

[Smayniac]

I have, as far as I know, not a drop of Scottish blood in my veins; there's supposedly some Irish but at far remove. I bought my first kilt, or rather asked for it for Christmas because the pipes and the kilt had always spoken to me. I don't know where it comes from.
Bob

[Kiltman]

could one have been a curmudgeon in a past life?

Perhaps, if one didn't do something to prohibit curmudgeonhood.

[BroosterB1]

Too busy in this life to really worry about what I might have done in a previous one, besides who says all memory is ours and ours alone? Recently here was a book about a young man whose parents claimed he was a shot down WWII pilot....course this line of thought might skirt the "no religion" rules so I will leave it at that and chalk it up to an Ah hummmmm..........ith:

[MacLowlife]

Apparently in yesterday's part of our past lives, some folks didn't see Raphael's post entitled ENGAGED, which featured a photo of him and his beautiful fiance.

[jgcunningham]

All my life, I've not been able to stand wearing short socks. If I'm going to wear socks, I like them to come up over my calves. It just don't feel right wearing short socks. So when I got into wearing the kilt, it just felt 'right' to wear kilt hose. It's like I was genetically predisposed to prefer kilt hose over normal socks! ..... Coincidence? I think not! It's my Celtic ancestry!

I knew I couldn't be the only one who felt that way about socks! I have to wear over-the-calf socks or it just feels odd. Something about the p@nts legs rubbing against my bare calves drives me crazy. Maybe it's my Scottish kilt-and-hose-wearing genes working their way to the forefront.

[Lachlan09]

I can’t say I've ever had kilt-related feelings of deja-vu, but at one time I had strong vibes about being a British WW2 operative in Paris, running from the SS. I remember events vividly, even now. It was a sunny afternoon. I ran out of the cobbled street into a communal apartment stairway and was seeking shelter at the different apartment doors as I ran upstairs and tried the doors and knocked. I remember the echoing sounds of my leather shoes on the stone stairs, mixed cooking and domestic gas smells in the stairway and the sun shining through the apex-roof-light and dust in the air. Unable to find shelter, I rushed back down the stairs to try to escape into the street again, but Germans appeared when I still had just a few steps to go and shot me dead point-blank in a couple of MP40 bursts. I remember the shock of them appearing so soon, the feeling of being punched all over my body and breathlessness, everything dulling to grey, then nothing and it’s all black. FIN. It must have been a dream, of course, but if it was a dream, it’s the only one of many dreams in all those years that I’ve remembered so clearly till now.