In my previous blog posts, Part I and Part II, I wrote about people from Bohemia having settled in the Dickinson area of North Dakota. In the past several years in Dickinson I have met attractive girls and women of Bohemian ancestry that seemed to like me, inexplicably. These women of Bohemian ancestry also dressed and behaved like Gypsies, to such an extent, that I believe they must also have been of Gypsy ancestry. Another woman that caught my attention recently was Dr. Elena Gabor from Romania, and I believe that she comes from Gypsy ancestry also.
Dr. Elena Gabor is a Hypnotist, who regresses patients under hypnosis, to remember their Past Lives. I heard her on a radio interview several days ago. At first, during her radio interview, I was more interested in her, than what she had to say. If she had not been far away in California, I would have paid for hypnotherapy sessions with her, just to be around her, because she is pretty. Eventually, I reflected on what she was saying, which was not new to me, I had heard it and read it before.
I am not too interested in regressing under hypnosis to review my past lives. I have enough going on here and now, and enough to think about what I did wrong in this lifetime. However, if there is something I need to know, I would like to know. For instance, in the study of Reincarnation, it is commonly taught that people meet and deal with many of the same people in each lifetime. So, if this is the case, since I have been living in Dickinson for almost four years now, I must have met these people here in Dickinson, in previous lifetimes.
At first I thought, “How can this be? No one in my family was from North Dakota.” Then I remembered, “Oh, I’m German, that’s how.” In my previous posts, Part I and Part II, I wrote about the Bohemian settlers in North Dakota. Bohemia is right beside Germany, and there are a lot of Germans in Dickinson too. My Grandmother’s maiden name was Fralick, which is a German name that used to be spelled Froelich. Likewise, Miller is a German name that used to be spelled Mueller.
In Dickinson, these are some of the Germans and Bohemians that I have dealt with: Armbruhst, Binstock, Duhkart, Hushka, Karsky, Kostelecky, Kubas, Kuntz, Klein, Miller, Mueller, Otto, Rambousek, Schultz, Sickler, Zastoupil.
Sometimes, for me, Dickinson has been like living in a fucked up German village. For instance, I have two extra trucks and trailers, and nobody around Dickinson will let me park them on their property, whether they have 1 acre, 30 acres, or 300 acres. This is ridiculous, I have five acres back in Idaho, and I wouldn’t care. Another for instance, why do I have mean Catholic women scowling and glaring at me in Dickinson, for no reason? This happens to me at the bowling alley, at work, or anywhere near a Catholic Church. On the other hand, one of the most beautiful women in all of Dickinson, a Bohemian woman who is about 48, who is in far better physical condition than even hot 18 year old girls, is always nice and smiling to me, and comes over and puts her hands on me, which makes me feel much better, but I don’t know why she likes me and is so nice to me. Her younger friend who is just as pretty, a Bohemian woman who is about 34, is the same towards me, and so are the Bohemian girls in their 20s.
Living in Dickinson, I have received some help from local people, some of them poor, some wealthy, some in the Dickinson Mafia. So far in this blog though, most of what I have written is negative. Again and again I have described local people as being hostile, unfriendly, and uncooperative. Later on in my blog, as the Oil Boom went away, and I began to do self employed work for local homeowners, I saw a different side of Dickinson, people who were positive, helpful, generous, cooperative, and friendly. I thought that maybe all of the mean local people that I met, might have been having a very difficult time due to the cost of rent quadrupling, and out-of-state oil field workers being paid a lot more than them.
The inexplicably nice people, the inexplicably mean people, the fact that I am still here living in Dickinson, makes me wonder if in fact I have had to live with and deal with all of these people before.