Well, I have, but it’s been broken and nightmarish.
Tried the "one sheep, two sheep, red sheep, blue sheep, three sheep, four sheep, out the door sheep, five sheep, sex sheep, er, I mean six sheep, seven sheep, ate sheep...yummm, one thousand three hundred and twenty-nine sheep..." didn't work. Can’t you tell?
And, it seems, when I do sleep, then wake up, my brain immediately clicks on and just won’t stop ‘thinking!’ Arghhh! it is so annoyingI Truly uncontrollable.
I wish I could be more sleep oriented, like some people I know, but I guess I can sleep plenty after I'm dead, unless of course there is some sort of afterlife and then I will be haunting the hell out of everyone nasty, and I will be a belligerent spirit, AND since Catholicism is not my thing, all the priests in the world can try exorcizing me to no avail! Hey, maybe that’s it? Maybe I need more exorcizing...err, cising? Or maybe it is too much, too close to bedtime. Or not enough of the right kind of exorcize...err, cise. I dunno. I haven’t slept well in days!
Anyway, back to the long, sleep of forever (until you wake up, of course, in another body or as ectoplasmic stuff..eww...or a jellyfish like thingy...have you ever noticed, a lot of films show spirits or whatever as jellyfish like things? Maybe not. Maybe it’s still the lack of sleep typing this. Maybe it is like automatic writing, my jellyfish-like spirit or subconscious taking over and not my conscious self which is generally more aware of what is going on, on the outside of me, instead of the inside of me.)
Anyhow, once again, back to where I left off (and notice I did a switcheroo there, instead of using ANYWAY, I used ANYHOW.)
I THINK, (oops, sorry, forgot to click off the caps lock) anywhichway, if there is an afterlife, I would rather linger as a ghost for a while, rather than be reincarnated directly.
As long as I was aware of who I was when living. I would want to remain and look after loved ones until it was their time to exit. At least be there for them in their times of need. Be invisible telepathic emotional support for them. Embrace them, stroke their head and whisper that I still love them. Not all creepy ghostly touch-like. I guess sort of just a ‘know they are loved’ sensation or something.
Maybe, after all those I loved had gone, then I would reincarnate. That is if I had a choice in the matter. It would be beneficial to know what mistakes I've made in this life so as not to make the same mistakes again. Also to be able to recognize those I previously loved. Or, those who were enemies. So I could be friends with them, of course *rolls eyes* this time around. :-)
To know never to fritter away life. Make every second count in some way. Be wiser.
But, if learning is the point of it all, then knowing you would have another chance (life), and another after that and so on, would defeat the purpose. It would be even easier to waste time or ‘cash it all in’ if you didn't like the way things were going. Just erase the slate and start again.
But then, if you were reincarnated into let’s say a spider, it would be important to know why. Perhaps it is because of all the spiders you thoughtlessly killed as a human, or ate as a bird?
Maybe that’s it. Maybe you work your way up the evolutionary soul chain? Over and over again until you get it right. Until you experience all.
You eventually reincarnate as a human. Then the process keeps going until you learn all the important things in tangent life and no longer need a physical body.
But <(heheh, I said but AGAIN. I've been real good about it up until now :-), is it learning or punishment?
This is what is fun about things we really don’t know the answers to. It is left to your imagination. It is whatever you want to believe, and the beauty of it is you can constantly change.
I guess all that really matters is today.
Why can’t I believe that?
(Clause #1- If one could be aware of even just their previous life, and say they were a man and now, all of a sudden, was a woman, or vice versa, how strange would that be? I think our essence is both and neither. Androgynous.
I think, however, I may have been a comma in a past life.....oops, that should be,,,,,,,,,
Clause #2- Yes, I know, it is one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. I suppose I could have counted those as well. Like salmon jumping up stream, but then, with visualizing water I would have to continually pee. Not the bed, of course. I’d like to make this perfectly clear, I am potty trained. Or housebroken. No, it’s potty trained for humans. I do not, nor have I ever, red, red, peed the bed, wiped it up with jelly bread. Truth.)