Who were you in a previous life?

I probably was, but I am not positive, Isabella d'Este, a smart cookie. Or maybe I was one of the cooks. I know I was an irish woman who bore many children before dying of some scourge in poverty. I hope I had a few bright days. Maybe I caught the boat...

I was also probably a saint, I used to be keen on those. I am not attracted to martyrdom though, and found it distressing even when I believed it all. I could get use to power. I think Catherine of Siena, wacky though she was, had some power.

I'd have been an early medical researcher. Wouldn't have gotten any credit but I actually would have been the one to notice and see the relevance of penicillin mold. I think I picked the agar plate out of the trash and left a note for my lover, Alex, which then made it to the trash itself.

This seems a litte femme loaded, even to me. But then I've been so many male heroes, from all the movies and books.

I come from a long line of re-incarnated horse-thieves. Hung by the neck until dead or drawn and quartered (I was a chef in Paris). Not much has changed for this life. There ain't room enough in this life-cycle for the two of us Gus.

Damn, reminds me of Ho Chi Minh... he was a Parisian chef..

The Ur-Venus.

The Pythoness at Delphi.

Cassandra of the Topless Towers

The Sibyl of Republican Rome.

An honored shaman of Finland.

An unfortunate witch of Moorish Spain.

The woman who inspired Nostradamus.

A refugee from Salem, MA.

An Oneida prophetess.

The Wailing Woman of Willow Creek.

How are the mighty fallen!

Speak of coincidences, I was Napoleon's chef. He he. I poisoned the sucker after he made provision for me in his will.
I was one of the three hundred Spartans, not a leader, just a grunt with a big spear.

Been told Cheyenne Shaman like 3 times, not that I'm buying much of it.

Whadya mean, Noddy, the Walking Woman of Willow Creek, you mean the Willow Creek near me? I live in native american territory here, and know Willow Creek somewhat...

Yes, but tell us about the weapons you brandished...

That's a longer story than I have time to embellish.

Ossobuco--

Beware Willow Creek in flood--and by the time the goldenrod blooms again, Willow Creek will have flooded.

As for your personal future: In the next week you will be gifted by three separate small delights. Recognize opportunity and remain flexible.

I was probably Archimedes because, like edgar, I like to swing my spear around.

When I was younger, I was sure I would have been a queen or a powerful shaman. Now, I realize that I probably would have been a scullery mail, on my hands and knees most of the day.

The one bright light in my past was being Annie Oakley. One day I ran into Dys and said, "Feeling lucky, cowboy?" He was.

At least one story has to have a happy ending.

I used to be the guy that King Tut used as a footstool.

a barbarian...hey it was a living.

I'm pretty sure I was a bullshitter, I mean philosopher in ancient Rome

i used to be this skinny guy from Sweden living in Germany, wasn't that long ago, actually.

Now I'm Napoleon, where's the bastid that poisoned my food? Putain!

Slave 148, fifth rope, north side, Great Pyramid, Giza. I got pissed one night, and fell under a stone in the morning, cos I kept closing my eyes against the sun. They had to roll me up around a stick to fit me in the cheap, woven reed sarcophagus.

Member of horde under Genghis Khan. I had a little too much kumiss one night and fell asleep during the next day's battle. Woke up stone dead - split from my guggle to my zatch. At least the headache was gone - I was beheaded as well.

Damned virtuous matron in Sophocles' Athens. Missed most of the best bits of the flowering of Athenian civilization as a result - been a feminist in each female incarnation ever since. The wine was ok, though, gave me headaches though. And the slaves did the washing up.

Fallen woman in Victorian London - ewwwwwwww - the gin was good, though. Died in a stupor from falling into the fire. No headache but.

I have a fascination for old sailing ships, especially Scandinavian ships...maybe I was a Viking in my previous life.