It happened while I was driving. Old VW air-cooled aluminum-magnesium engines are noisy beasts at best and, after 40, 50 years of driving them, one learns to listen for anomalies, the enigmatic, the supernatural. There was a thin, high-pitched, hesitant voice coming from the back of my mind or number three piston was unscrewing its spark plug again. Both have happened before and I knew the drill. I marshalled as much mind-power as I could spare from traffic and thought in my best I-AM-OZ commanding mentation, "Who ARE you?" To which a startled voice replied:
Geo.: Well, that's a pretty flower and a pretty name. Where are you, and when are you?
Poppy: I'm at personnel, interviewing for my first job out of high school and it's October, 3014.
Geo.: And you're in my head because?
Poppy: Because that's how they select and place employees now, by examining past lives of applicants.
Geo.: And we share a soul.
Poppy: I guess. I don't know. I'm really nervous and scared. They're asking me stuff.
Poppy: The panel from Human Resources, but mainly this lady from Psychic Administration. I'm all hypnotized and I don't like it one bit. Help?
Geo.: Hah! Funny old mess to get born and find yourself in. Of course I'll help. What's she asking?
Poppy: I told her I felt I was moving. She wants to know what I'm moving in.
Geo.: Tell her it's the Official Grand Oscar Meyer Popemobile of the Emperor Of Planet Earth. Can you show her the picture?
Poppy: Y..Yes, but she'll never believe...oh my gosh! She's clapping and jumping up and down!
Geo.: Good. She's weak in history. Now I'm going to pull into a little park and send another pic. Tell her I'm banishing the big bad old dinosaurs.
Geo.: You're catching on quick, Poppy. Tell her I'm still a half-mile away, wait a minute and show her THIS:
Poppy: Oh my gosh, she's buying it!
Geo.: Ok Poppy. Now tell her, as Emperor Of Earth I'm invoking a Multimillenial Paradigm Shift-Singularity Confluence Quantum New Age Coherence to insure universal supremacy of whatever dumbass company you're applying to.
Poppy: Got it! Oh no, she wants to know what regulative authority to consult! I'm frightened.
Geo.: You still fasten things with screws in 3014?
Poppy: (sniff) Uh huh.
Geo.: Then tell her to follow guidelines of the International Screw Thread Committee. They've kept things standardized throughout past history. Empires rise and fall but the world can't do without standardized screw threads.
Poppy: Screw threads, ok. Anything else?
Geo.: Yeah Poppy. Listen. Much as I like you, I don't want you regressing to this past life of yours again for the same reason I don't regress to mine. We all share a soul but each plenipotentiary is entitled to his or her privacy. Understand?
Poppy: Yes Geo., I...I think so. Goodbye... thanks for helping me.
Geo.: My privilege, my pleasure. Now get outta here, I gotta drive.