intrepidlover
Melchizedek
I used to believe strongly in reincarnation until I realized that all my talents, traits, physical characteristics and so forth could have come directly from my parents or grandparents. As I have access to my father's partial autobiography, covering the first 25 years of his life, I can see that I have inherited most of my talents from him.
I have had two vocations -- journalism and gardening. I found that this was more or less genetically inevitable. My mother's father was an agricultural journalist, and one of her brothers was a journalist turned farmer. My strong interest in spiritual matters probably came from my maternal grandmother.
And now I would like to tell you about my first dog, buster. He was a "mongrel" that a friend rescued as a pup. We used to keep chooks (fowls to non-Australians). Often some of them would escape from the very defective wired off area in which they were allowed to browse. Buster would not chase these fowls, but stand at some strategic point whereupon all the fowls headed back into their enclosure.
When he was six years of age, I was travelling in the car to visit my uncle in Adelaide. At one point the road was blocked by a flock of sheep. Buster stood on the back seat quivering with emotion. Half-way through his life he was confronted with his destiny.
During that holiday with my uncle, there was a flock of sheep grazing on a hillside. Single-handedly Buster rounded them all up and directed them through a gateway.
So my dog genetically inherited complete sheep dog skills.
I can speak for myself and my dog. I am most likely a product of the genes of my parents and grandparents. What need therefore do I have to believe in reincarnation?
I have had two vocations -- journalism and gardening. I found that this was more or less genetically inevitable. My mother's father was an agricultural journalist, and one of her brothers was a journalist turned farmer. My strong interest in spiritual matters probably came from my maternal grandmother.
And now I would like to tell you about my first dog, buster. He was a "mongrel" that a friend rescued as a pup. We used to keep chooks (fowls to non-Australians). Often some of them would escape from the very defective wired off area in which they were allowed to browse. Buster would not chase these fowls, but stand at some strategic point whereupon all the fowls headed back into their enclosure.
When he was six years of age, I was travelling in the car to visit my uncle in Adelaide. At one point the road was blocked by a flock of sheep. Buster stood on the back seat quivering with emotion. Half-way through his life he was confronted with his destiny.
During that holiday with my uncle, there was a flock of sheep grazing on a hillside. Single-handedly Buster rounded them all up and directed them through a gateway.
So my dog genetically inherited complete sheep dog skills.
I can speak for myself and my dog. I am most likely a product of the genes of my parents and grandparents. What need therefore do I have to believe in reincarnation?