The title above is a line from the old Yogi Bear cartoon. I was reminded of it recently when I read an article in the local paper about a 15-year-old girl, who should be finishing her freshman year of high school. Instead, she about to launch her college career at MIT. Not bad for someone who’s still too young to drive.
Jennifer T. also was valedictorian at Suncoast High School, no easy feat, since it’s a magnet school that attracts the top students from around the county. If that wasn’t enough, she also has perfect SAT scores in math and physics. If she were to start at the University of Florida this fall, she would be placed as a second-semester sophomore because of the college credits she has already obtained.
She started kindergarten at age 4, skipped first grade, and by age 11, she was taking advanced placement calculus. Yet, she seems like a normal kid on the outside, interested the same things that interest kids her age. She says she’s happy, and not concerned about being younger than other high school seniors. She’s also athletic, and was co-captain of the swim team.
So what are we to make of such an unusual intelligence? Where does it come from? Certainly, genes play a role. Jennifer’s mother also skipped grades and graduated from college at a young age. She says she was not so happy about being younger and didn’t want her children to go through the same experience. But Jennifer says, “I feel like I fit in with the people around…I found my talent. It happens to be school work.”
But is it only genetics? Mozart composed a sonata when he was four, and said he ‘remembered’ composing and playing music. That of course suggests past life influences. It’s been suggested that Mozart was the reincarnation of Antonio Vivaldi, another composer. It’s also been suggested Michael Jackson was the reincarnation of Mozart. I’d go with Prince on that one…but who knows.
Would it be a good thing to know who you were in a past life? What if you were a mass murderer? Does it matter who Jennifer was in a past life? Maybe there are good reasons we don’t remember.
And, the synchronicity in this story. Jennifer lives in Jupiter, Florida. Astrologically, Jupiter is the benefic planet related to wisdom, intellect, and the pursuit of higher education as well as travel and abundance.
I went to see the movie “Paul” with my two sons last night.We decided to go to the
8.55 pm session,as my sons had some homework to do.Being a Wednesday night,the cinema was almost deserted,but we managed to run into my wife’s cousin and her husband,and we got to talking family.They started telling us about their young son who has developed a passion for drawing,and then they pulled out their i-phone and started to show us photos of his drawings.They were real good for his age,in fact they looked too good,so I asked them if they were just tracings.They assured me that they were all freehand drawings,and that he just draws the detail that he sees straight to the paper.
I was marveling at his talent (with a touch of envy,because the child is way ahead of me already,in drawing skills.-) and wondering how kids,or anyone,for that matter,can draw stuff like that so easily.
I got home and decided to pick up from where I had left off about a week ago,in the book I was reading,”Lords of Light” by W.E.Butler,(page 101,no less) and was astounded to come across this paragraph;
“It is the power some artists posses,to be able to project a picture onto canvas and then paint in the picture.I knew a child that had the same ability;she drew these marvelous silhouette pictures.When I asked her about them,she said,
“I think and then I draw lines on my think.” A very good way of describing it.”
What a coincidence?
Another coincidence from last night was in the movie “Paul”,the characters are sitting around a campfire,and the alien,Paul,starts to pass around a joint while saying “this is the stuff that killed Dylan”.Then one of the characters says,”but Dylan’s not dead”.Then Paul raises his eyes and says “”Isn’t he?”
My youngest son and I found this really amusing,because less than 24 hours ago,we both were standing from about 50 to 100 feet away from the man himself,at the Byron Bay Bluesfest.And while he might not be as good as he once was,I can assure you,that he was very much alive,just.-)
Good sequence of synchros, Daz! Love the one about Dylan!
I snapped a photo of him on my cell phone,I was going to put it up on my blog,but I know how he feels about having his photo taken,and I don’t want his lawyers on my back.He wouldn’t even let the closed circuit cameras beam his image onto the big screens there,like every other artist did,so if you couldn’t see him (luckily,we could) ,then you would of only have got to hear him play. And he didn’t play any of his old stuff,which are my favourites,sadly.
Oh well,at least I got to see him play,before he partakes of that killer joint.-)
We saw dylan here some years back and took photos. With a cell phone. I doubt if I can find those photos now, but I’ll look!
Mozart’s father was a bit like Earl Woods – he obsessively drilled his son from the moment he could walk. A good book to read is the Genius in All of us, which suggests that intelligence is more malleable than many believe. There’s no doubt genes play a role, but how we use the brain and how it is stimulated are also vital.
>>how we use the brain and how it is stimulated are also vital.
Definitely true. Babies in war-torn countries raised en masse by caregivers without much personal attention don’t develop as normal children. They’re withdrawn and seemingly retarded.
Yet, no matter what Mozart’s father did for the young boy, that does not account for his ability to write and perform a sonata at age 4. IMO, it’s a past life influence – enhanced by genes and parental guidance.
I agree completely, marcus.
This would have to be one of my favourite topics. I love that Jen T. is grounded and powering ahead.
My niece, Stephanie asked for a violin at age two, and what’s more she could play one without a lesson. 🙂
Kids like that keep teachers on their toes. I had a boy in my AP physics class a few years ago who graduated at 14. He knew more than me about most of the topics I taught, and he always came up with questions I couldn’t answer (and corrected me when I got something wrong). He went on to MIT, and I think he’s in the PhD program at Caltech now at the ripe old age of 19.
I’m pretty sure he was Albert Einstein in a previous life…
Sounds like it, Jeff. Al E himself.
Rob, I’ve wondered the same thing for so many years: if I am her, why am I writing the material she’s already written; why write it a second time? This has puzzled me deeply. She attended a convent school in Paris and wrote many entries in a diary while there. I wrote a short poem, long before her works were translated into English, that is an exact replica of one of her entries. Exact. Then when I was eighteen, (she still wasn’t translated into English then), after my Dad died, I wrote a lengthy elegiac essay entiteld “LOST”.
Many years later, when I obtained the first biography of her of many that I now own, I discovered that she had written that “essay” during her heartbreak following an affair. It just goes on and on. More puzzling, photos of her son are identical to my middle son, and her son’s wife was an Italian named “Lina”. My son’s Italian mother-in-law’s name was Lena. That son of mine’s Italian wife is a twin of the author’s son’s wife from that lifetime. Identical. Putting pictures of my current DIL next to the author’s DIL, can’t tell them apart. I have a huge file on all of this, and it is simply mind-boggling.
I don’t like the idea of claiming to be the reincarnation of a person who had a degree of fame, and I won’t and don’t claim that. But I certainly DO have some kind of tight soul connection to her that is undeniable. I could literally write a book on the circumstances. So off-the-wall weird. Crazy. A final note: my husband has a brother who hated me on sight the moment he met me decades ago. I never, ever knew why. When I found the French authoress, there were photos of her husband, whom she had married, had two children, (a boy and a girl), then separated from the husband and took the two children. Divorce wasn’t an option then.
As I read about her husband, I recognized virtually every personality trait that belongs to my now-BIL who hates me with such venom that he’s been my nemesis all these years. He is the spitting image of the French author’s husband! Big question: do I look like HER?? My close friend (in Orlando) whom you guys know well, is stupefied every time he looks at the photos and paintings of her because when I was young, I looked so much like her. More incredulously, HER mother was a twin of MY mother in this lifetime, and her mother, like my mother, was an accomplished seamstress and musician and raised birds, and their personalities were so alike that it stretches credibility. There is no end to it.
My assumption is that I and my family are, for reasons unknown, carrying on that lifetime in this one, with many from that same soul group. And maybe you’re right, Rob. Maybe my soul guided me to re-write what had already been written as a means of getting my attention once her works were translated into English. BTW, in deep trance, I speak fluent French! Go figure!!!!!
For what it’s worth, I was guided to find her by a psychic medium who did a reading for me in Atlanta. The medium was the best I’ve ever known, altho I’ve had very few readings in my life. During her trance reading, (which was taped), a disembodied EVP voice on the tape said, “Tell her to go to ****(the author’s name)”. I’d never heard the name and had a hard time finding her, but as an Emory alum had access to the campus library and went searching. There she was, having recently been translated into English and other languages. I wa stunned. Still am stunned, and it’s been YEARS!!
LOVE the jennifer/jupiter story – where else could she live! neat!
i went through the same things as a child – being many grades ahead of other students my age – however, my parents would not allow me to be promoted as they thought the age difference would be too great, etc – of course, as a child i never had anything in common with kids my own age – in any event, i have always written, too, and when i was 7 years old, wrote a very involved/complex play centered around martha washington [george’s wife] – now, i’ve no idea what could have possessed me to do a play on someone about whom i knew nothing really, but i did – and my teacher went crazy – it was in the newspaper – and the school did a production of it – i was to play martha – but, before opening day, our family moved – but that’s another story –
anyway, cj, no surprises here!!! and isn’t it wonderful to see the little ones bring out some part of their own past lives –
Great story, we need many more like her. I read somewhere that once all of the old people with their antiquated ideas about what life is about are gone from the earth these new beings will have a very different existence.
I think we can put a lot of natural talents down to reincarnation. There are lots of stories of the super gifted children. Charles Dickens supposedly wrote tragedy at just 7 years old and Goethe at 6, following the Lisbon earthquake, is quoted as saying, “It was not so bad after all … God knows the immortal soul can suffer no harm through fate.”
Some of the super gifted can have a tough time adjusting so it’s good to read that Jennifer T seems so well adjusted.
And what about mozart?How else to explain his extraordinary talents?
I love this story. Simply love it. When I was twelve years old, I began to seriously write
short stories, altho I had written prose and poetry from the time I could hold a pencil. In my thirties, I was guided to find the works of an author who was French; born in 1804, died in 1876. Her works weren’t published in English until I was in my twenties, I learned, and then they were just in university world literature libraries. I had no access to them and had never heard of her at age 12. I was completely, totally distraught, dismayed, confused, devastated, when I began to read her works decades later, and discovered I’d been writing them, verbatim, since the age of 12. Exact replicas. Was she “channeling” her work through me from Spirit? Am I the reincarnation of her? Did MY soul bring certain aspects of HER soul into this lifetime and continues even now to express those aspects through the writing? I don’t know. My grandson, age 5, was outside with his Dad when he was just 2, barely speaking. They have island “totems” in their garden. Little grandson started patting and stroking one of the totems, saying over and over, “DeeAhTee, Daddy! DeeAh Tee!” It took my son a few moments to understand the baby was clearly saying “deity”. The child recognized the totem as representing island deities. How did he know this? A spirit guide speaking to him, or was he reflecting a past life from a place where totems were considered deities?? There is so much about reincarnation we don’t know……Speaking of murder, I had a lifetime in Japan centuries ago during which I murdered the man who was my husband then who is my husband now. When I re-lived this experience during a deep hypnotic regression, I came out of it hysterical. However, it explained to me, and vividly, why certain events were on-going in THIS lifetime with that same soul. When we are able to explore the concept of reincarnation and access its impacts within our current lives, so many, many questions can be answered. And, many, many questions are raised……
Interesting stories and ideas, Math. I’m wondering, tho, why a spirit would choose to channel ie. dictate stories that were already written rather than create new ones. One reason that comes to mind is that the spirit of the writer wanted you to know about the past life, and that was the best way to do it. But here’s another intriguing possibility: the channeling came from the French writer as part of the creation, crossing time and space connecting with another part of her larger self – you. – R
It’s funny you should call your post “Smarter than the average bear”,because for about the last 50 mins I’ve been in hot pursuit of a film,or just a preview of a film called
“Bear” after reading this article,that I had come across in a synchronictic fashion (and oddly enough the word synchronicity is mentioned in the article,too), and the article is titled “Exit, in pursuit of a bear”.
https://www.abc.net.au/local/stories/2010/08/19/2987191.htm
And it seams strange you should also mention the word pursuit in your post; ” the pursuit of higher education as well as travel and abundance.”
Not only that,you mention Michael Jackson,also.And in a last ditch effort to find a clip of this film,I put the words “Bear+Pensalfini” (which is the name of the film+the name of the director) into Google search (Videos) and all that came up was
“Micheal Jackson – Beat It”. (try it and see for yourself)…so I decided that I couldn’t “Beat it”,and gave up my search,for just a glimpse of the “Bear”, and decided to check out some blog posts instead.
So I exited, in pursuit of a bear,and came over to your blog,only to find a post on “Smarter than the average bear”.
The Trickster is having fun with me tonight .
P.S. If anyone can track down just a preview of his film,please let me know,because I’m sure someone out there is “Smarter than the average bear”.It’s just not me .-)
Hi Darren, if you can’t find Bear, here’s a substitute: Werner Herzog’s Grizzly Man…but maybe you’ve seen it.
I have Grizzly Man in my DVD collection,Trish.I bought it about a month before Steve Irwin got killed,and I remember saying to my boys,as we were watching it “that’s what will happen to Steve Irwin,if he’s not careful,because when you muck about with animals that much,it only takes one unguarded moment…and you’re dead (although I really thought it would be a croc that would kill him,not a stingray…who saw that one coming?…not Steve,that’s for sure)
Grizzly Man is a good (although bizarrely darkly funny) movie,but I get the feeling from the article that “Bear” has more in common with Donnie Darko than Grizzly Man.
That was Rob who responded, Daz. That grizzly man movie was one of the strangest I’ve ever seen. Tragic and yet fascinating in a weird way.