Week 1: Many Lives Many Masters by Brian Weiss


Many Lives, Many Masters: The True Story of a Prominent Psychiatrist, His Young Patient, and the Past-Life Therapy That Changed Both Their Lives

I have wanted to read this book for decades. It was published in the late 1980s, and in a time when the world moved more slowly, so it wasn’t a best seller for nearly six years until after its publication.

I remember my colleague, Elaine, reading it and running discussion groups based on it. She once gave me a one-line description of it, and I promptly forgot about it for 20 years. I was out for a neighborhood walk the other day (while Dan was getting his hair cut) and happened in to a local bookshop, that, despite it being in my neighborhood for the past 40 years, I have never set foot into.

The book leaped out at me, and I thought: why not? A good travel read.

Many Lives, Many Masters: The True Story of a Prominent Psychiatrist, His Young Patient, and the Past-Life Therapy That Changed Both Their Lives tells the story of a psychiatrist and his patient. The patient has anxiety and depression and when hypnotically regressed shares vivid details of past lives.

I don’t doubt the concept of past lives–I am certain there is much we don’t know about our own lives–but the very first “flashback” in the book haunts me a bit. Not because the story is scary, but because of one peculiarly in the telling of the story.

During the first regression, the patient recalls vivid details from a past life in some year–2870 BC—and that’s where it fell apart for me. If you were living in BC, or BCE as it seems to now be called, you wouldn’t know it…because it’s a time frame that was applied retroactively by historians and scholars after the birth of Christ. It would be as if some event 1,000 years from now completely re-arranged the numbering of our current timekeeping system. We would know that 1,000 years from now, but we would have no sense of it now.

That one tiny detail made me doubt the authenticity of the stories his patient recounted. Despite that (and regardless, the date issue could be explained by the simple fact that the patient was viewing that memory retrospectively) the book is a good and thought provoking read that examines our life-cycle, which I can beat explain as similar to sleep. Just as we are awake/conscious each day and we lapse into unconscious/sleep each night, it is this cycle delimited by these periods that frames our perception of time and days. Similarly, the patient reported A similar pattern to lifetimes, a new lifetime following a brief period of death. The same idea on a different scale, as it were.

Definitely thought provoking and definitely worth a read and discussion.

Have you read Many Lives, Many Masters: The True Story of a Prominent Psychiatrist, His Young Patient, and the Past-Life Therapy That Changed Both Their Lives? If so, what are your thoughts on the book?

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A little Christmas cheer!

It’s difficult to believe that it’s Christmas time already! Luckily this year the weather is a tad bit better than last year (we have about 6 feet less of the white stuff this year.) In fact, today, I spent the afternoon doing some basic maintenance on Flo. A little winterizing, defrosting the freezer, and fixing a mildly leaky water hookup. 
So what’s better than a silver Christmas tree in a little silver home? Not much! My mom gave me this tree last year to match a larger one that I had and I think it’s the perfect addition to Flo’s Christmas table. The ambiance couldn’t be more cozy. Best of all, it crunches down into a tiny tube for easy storage. 

A Snapshot of Years Past

A very belated thank you to my friend and colleague, Terry who brought me this outstanding collection of vintage Airstream postcards housed in a great silver box. I keep looking through the deck of all the outstanding places that Airstreams have traveled!

My favorites are the black and white image of Airstream at the pyramids in Egypt (!) and the beautiful fall scene shown in the image above. It looks almost just like Flo!!

Thanks, Terry!

Sink Solution

Ever since I bought Florence, I have been searching for a solution for letting dishes dry. I don’t want a bunch of extra things to store so I have weighed the option of a drying rack. I’ve thought of a folding version but nothing that’s all that appealing. So for the last year I’ve been using a folded towel. 

Then I stumbled across this amazing latex drying mat at Marshalls. It rolls for storage and is exactly the same dimension as the installed sink. It’s grey, so the color is great, and the ripples contain the water nicely. 

The best benefit is–because it’s silicone–you can place hot dishes right on it!!

Unfortunately, it’s a close out item and not available. So keep your eyes peeled at Marshalls!


Happy First Birthday, Florence!

Florence and I share a birthday, and today, we’ve been together one full year! It’s been an incredibly happy and bountiful year, and we are blessed to have Florence and her good energy in our lives.


When I was in graduate school for architecture, I dreamed about getting this exact model Airstream. At the time, the price made the dream an impossibility. Well, dreams DO come true.

Fast forward several years, to a new job, in a new town, and a new need for housing. On a complete whim, we decided to buy an Airstream that was about 700 miles from our home, and about 1000 miles from where we were when we decided to buy it. So we jumped in the car, drove to Boston, and fell in love with an Airstream that we came to call Florence (after my great aunt, who died just before we purchased the Airstream.)

We also had a million questions and zero concrete plans. We bought it, but had no way to get it across Massachusetts and then across New York State. Would an Airstream be robust enough to house me for the winter? Would the maintenance be too much to handle? Was it a lemon? What if something crashed into it? Were we overpaying for it? Were we crazy?

Amazingly, and with some watching-over from my Aunt (and countless others who watch over us), Florence was delivered to my parents’ house. She got a good cleaning (inside and out) and then my friend Jim was kind and generous enough to haul her the last 60 miles to her new home.

Our worries were unfounded. Yes, there is a little bit of maintenance, but it is offset by the pleasure we get from living in such a unique and comfortable space. Much to my surprise, Florence weathered an unbelievably harsh winter, and kept us toasty warm even when the weather dipped to -22 below. The cost is about 1/12 of an apartment, and the possibility to get-up-and-go is unbelievable. I get some good-natured ribbing from my colleagues, but everyone—everyone—is fascinated by the design and beauty of such an elegant space.

Our first year together has been truly a dream come true. (Florence doesn’t know it yet, but she is about to get a good scrub on the outside, and some new curtains for the dining nook [more about those soon] and her new patio is aaaaalllllmost finished.) It has been an unbelievable blessing and so much better than we could imagine, and we look forward to many, many, more happy years to come!

Happy “First” Birthday, Florence!