Well, I have noticed a pattern with my corpses…One and half years span after the break up before they did to show again. So yea I am expecting the possibility of one of them returning again. He has been popping in my mind, so the vibe is there. Generally I talk to them for 15 seconds before closing the door and burying the dead. It seems to work for me.
Interesting thing I hadn’t about is the fact that it is about this time of year.Hmmm. well, my Venus is in Scorpio. Could this be the reason? ha

I’m digging graves left and right…

“you always shoot straight from the hip =)”

That’s right. Blammo. And I said I was going to do it so why the surprise?

I learned this from my husband. People just don’t expect a person to follow through, do what they say they are going to do. Just because you are full of shit, doesn’t mean the other guy is. Very good thing to have in your head.

Just the other night a woman called my cell phone – didn’t recognize her voice and she asked for my husband. She was a ‘friend’ from the past (like 25+ years ago). They talked for a bit and then about 10 minutes after they hung up another woman called (must have been notified by friend #1), and asked for my husband. She was another woman from the same crowd/time period. They all tripped down memory lane (which of course didn’t include me). It was odd- and now they have befriended me on FB. Even though they aren’t my corpses, I’m letting them lay… and walking away!

Gee. I don’t think mine is a ‘corpse.’ I had a lovely experience with a woman in college–she changed schools, I graduated, we drifted apart. I kept in touch with her sporadically. I had not, however, talked with her in almost 10 years. Along about February or March, I ran across a picture of her and two lovely notes she had written to me in college. I put the picture out in my office and every now and then I would walk by and say. ‘Call me.’ On 23 July she did. I went to visit and it was as if 47 years had never passed. (And I was greeted with 47 roses for each year we had been apart.) So each day for us is a gift. Namaste’

Nope, not yet, but it doesn’t seem totally impossible with Venus RX hitting my natal Venus late October. In fact, exactly the same day transiting Saturn will him my natal Pluto. And since I really don’t want any zombies in my life, it’s a good thing my father taught me how to use the chainsaw !

“No you can’t stop them. They’re incessant. They’re obsessed in some cases (or you are – you keep them alive, keep breathing life into the dead). When Venus goes retro, all this goes double!”

SHIT!!!

What, you can’t stop them?! They’re zombies and ones that you can’t finally kill dead? Oh god it’s going to be like the ending of…oh wait, no spoilers.

Time to get my cricket bat.

Thanks for the warning. No corpses sighted here.

I’ve had plenty of corpses in my life just lately – several last week, inc one of my favourite ex-lovers. I keep meeting them at the funerals of mutual friends, some not seen for many years lololol. We keep saying “we must stop meeting like this…”

I ignored all the ‘emotional corpses’ ie people I really had put the lid on, except one – a woman I once worked for (but she’s married now to an old friend of mine so I was civil). But those I cared for, and who I consider part of my emotional hinterland – well whatever the reasons we grew apart, I always leave the door open if no great pain was caused.

I did my ‘getting back into bed with the corpse’ late last year, and I’m still working through that… it’s painful! BUT I’d have forever regretted not giving it one last try… it had to be done.

WOW, I’ve been feeling my corpse coming for a week now (had really thought I was done with him), but from what you’re saying this is gonna take every ounce of my Scorpio determination not to bed the dead – he was the best sex I’ve ever had! (Maybe one little tango wouldn’t hurt? – yeah, right). This ain’t gonna be easy folks…….

if any of the fuckers I amputated after they treated me badly show up, I’m going to go medieval on their ass.

you hear that corpses?

medieval=mars/pluto

hee!

I just had to laugh when I read this post this morning! Before I got out of bed, I spent 20 minutes lining up abusive relatives – some still alive, some dead – in my mind’s eye, and just blasting them to bits. I just let them all have it – screamed at them, and in my grandparents’ case – doing physical damage. (Yep – they’re dead.) I’m just loaded for bear this morning – which is a rare state for me. But it feels good. Powerful.
When I started reading other stuff on the ‘net, and found out that it’s grandparents day – well….I just thought that was PERFECT!
It’s occurred to me that everything I’ve “learned” on an “enlightened” journey – ha! -may perhaps be wrong. What if being “nice” and turning a blind eye to other people’s massive fuck-ups isn’t the right tack to take? Especially when they not only abused me, but still steadfastly refuse to accept any responsibility. (In the case of those still living. It’d be the same with those who are gone.)
Maybe they deserve an atom bomb to go off in their faces.
Whatever – all I can say is I much prefer this “blast it all to Kingdom Come” attitude than being a sitting duck victim.