Some Plato-Wannabe Motherf*cker

Some nights, when I get real high, and get to feeling really good, I start thinking of some crazy sh*t. For real, I turn into some Plato-wannabe motherf*cker, spouting out things that probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone, but my lame self. The subjects of which, range from a slew of possibilities. But, mostly, I think up stuff that has to do with the mysteries of life, you feel?

In fact, just the other night, I was sitting in my room, smoking a big ol’ bowl of reefer, and, like a great thunderous waterfall, this idea began pouring out of my mind. You see, I’d been reading online about all this reincarnation crap. Outta nowhere, this giant realization hits me. So, I take another hit off my bong, and begin delving deeper into this theory I’ve created.

As the smoke escapes my lungs, I’m already deep in thought. What i was thinking, has to do with both the theory of reincarnation, as well as, the idea of ‘Past Lives”. Now, this is going to be super hard to explain, but, I’m going to try my best, so bare with me.

Okay, so, I should first tell you of what I believe the soul is. I consider it to be what defines who we’ll be as a person. Sort of like our soul is a flash drive, with our personality details loaded onto it, that gets plugged into a “Computer”, which is our brain.

Anyways, my idea tells that once we die, our soul leaves our body behind, and enters a new vessel. Which is the entire concept of reincarnation, obviously.

However, since our soul has left our body, and that body’s brain, and has entered a new host, with a new brain, we wouldn’t have any memory of our past lives. We’d have to relearn things, like how to speak, or tying our shoes. But, the way that we think, and our personalities, would still be there. We’d just be a different person in terms of appearance, and social conditioning.

Although, I believe the lives we are living right now, and all the lives that we, theoretically, already lived, are able to make impressions on our soul. So, when our soul finds a new brain, we still have remnants of our old selves.

And, those impressions we made on our soul, are what gives us small glimpses to our Past Lives. For instance, it’s sort of grim, but I feel like my Past Life was during the Jewish Holocaust. I’ve had a bizarre connection to it all of my current life. These glimpses can be anything. Like, my friend Dave, who felt intense deja vu on his first trip to NYC, and oddly recognized buildings he would never have seen before in his current life, and was able to navigate the city, like he’d been there billions of times before.

Pretty rad, right? Trust me, it’d totally make sense if you were as stoned as me right now. I mean, there’s probably tons of holes in the whole thing, but the idea itself is awesome. Or, maybe i just need to lay off the ganja, because it’s turning me batshit crazy.