how come all girls were cleopatra in a previous life?

i just happened to be stuck at a recent psycic fair to visit a friend who had a booth there. i'm not into the whole new agey thingy, but i found it hilarious. there was a guy charching 40 bucks for a past life reading. i could overhear him telling almost every lady that they could very well have been cleopatra in a previous life.

and i hear this is a pretty rampant shared past life. how can so many ladies have been cleopatra? wouldn't there only be one lady who had previously been the queen of the nile? how does that work anyway?
i suppose if your great great great to infinity grandma had been cleopatra in a past life, it stands to reason that her descendents would have also been cleopatra due to the line of succession speaking theoretically.

there's just something about this whole 'i was cleopatra in a past life' routine that i can't get behind.

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what implies a thing or a critter, i'm sure i was alexander the notable

But I bet I banged Cleopatra.

:evilgrin:

I was a staircase in my pastlife :D

I wouldn't be surprised. :evilgrin:

She did have some taste ya know! They say Cesar was a looker!

*rimshot*

Most people I know who are psychic like that don't charge. They sort of wish they didn't have the ability.

And I wasn't Cleo in a 'past life'.

but I do take lessons from her! I would love to try the rug thing to see how a guy would react! :evilgrin:

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It is how cleo introduced herself to mark antony! She was wrapped in a rug naked! So when he opened it...:evilgrin: She was the Bill of her time!

Was an obligation of power? All those kings and queens rutting like stoats. And we're embarrassed by a blowjob? It's sad.

:shrug:

She had time to work over Caesar. She had to work fast on Mark!

I just did a quick google search and every link I could find that mentioned the story says it she had herself wrapped in the rug and presented to Caesar.

http://www.royalty.nu/Africa/Egypt/Cleopatra.html


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So she had herself smuggled to Caesar inside an oriental rug. When the rug was unrolled, Cleopatra tumbled out. It is said that Caesar was bewitched by her charm, and became her lover that very night.

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In 42 BC Mark Antony summoned Cleopatra to Tarsus (in modern-day Turkey) to question her about whether she had assisted his enemies. Cleopatra arrived in style on a barge with a gilded stern, purple sails, and silver oars. The boat was sailed by her maids, who were dressed as sea nymphs. Cleopatra herself was dressed as Venus, the goddess of love. She reclined under a gold canopy, fanned by boys in Cupid costumes.

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Because they have it backwards!

And just for the record, I don't know what my name was in my last life, but I strongly believe that I was voluptuous and sang torch songs in a piano bar.

is non-linear. Perhaps your soul can inhabit many bodies at the same period in time? Perhaps they are just silly airheads claiming to be Catherine of Sienna and Cleopatra? Who knows?

My personal experience with past life regressions suggest I was particularly idealistic and nasty nazi SS officer that repented a bit too late. It's not pretty. I no longer voluntarily delve into that past. It makes sense in a way though. From childhood I have always recoiled away from the glamorization of violence and war, jingoism, "patriotism", and still do.

I don't put much stock into reencarnation. Other than the message that has been burned into my heart. Beware the leader who beats the drums of war.

of Austria. I married this French Prince. He was no Don Juan and not a barrel of laughs, you understand, but after ten boring years, and a little medical snip, things livened up a bit.

I had a blast setting the styles and the trends of the day. Many say I was extravagent, but, hey, what did I know about the country's fiduciary difficulties. Louis, (my French Prince, now King husband) wanted to make up for that first ten years and gave me anything I ever wanted and more! After I while I was afraid to express interest in anything, just in case Louis got it for me. And, folks, as big as Versailles is, it just didn't have enough storage for all that clutter! I mean, the life-size solid silver elephant encrusted with precious jewels was precious, but what was I supposed to do with it?

One day, I noticed some ragged people hanging about the palace shouting and really looking quite sullen. I asked my majordomo what was the problem. He told me that the people were starving and demanding bread.

Those poor people! I wanted to help them and happened to remember that sumptuously divine chocolate gateau (cake) that had been served for lunch. I turned to my majordomo and told him to instruct the royal kitchens to prepare hundreds of those lovely gateaus to be distributed to the hungry. Turning to the crowd, I said loudly and exuberantly, "Then they all can eat cake!"

Obviously, my Austrian accent and my grammar were not quite up to the task, because I cannot otherwise explain what happened then. And all because I wanted to give those poor starving people the most heavenly chocolate cake.

Sigh.

I'm sure that you all know the rest of the story. Except that in each of my subsequent lives, I have seriously avoided setting foot in France. It's a lovely country, but I really don't want to risk any kind of history repeating itself too.

I stay away from royal princes (of any country) since then too... ;) }(

That they were a scullery maid in a past life.

And how come you never see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?
(Answering my own question: If I were psychic, I would tell no one for fear of being assassinated or used by the CIA. If there are any psychics, they are in hiding)

Jeanne d'Arc in my former life.

none of them want to claim that they were Marie Antoinette or Lizzie Borden in a past life, for some reason. hehe

"There is a sucker born every minute".

For those who don't know what I'm talking about, go here:

http://www.ilr.cornell.edu/trianglefire/

For me, this would've been typical. :crazy: