I’m relatively new to finding PL’s and reincarnation in general. I started doing regressions over the summer and here is what I have found out so far.
I know I was living in the US around the time of the Great Depression (1930s), which my PL family was hit rather hard by. I was younger around the time this happened (maybe four or five), and I remember being quite close to dying from what I think was pneumonia. A specific day, I remember my father was there, doing his best to make sure I was okay. When I was around 11 or 12, I remember attending my father’s funeral. I got into an argument with an older boy there (who I believe was about 17 or 18) over whether or not he should’ve died. I remember the boy saying something about how “the war” may have affected him. Assuming around seven years had passed since sometime in the Great Depression, that would be in the WWII era, which would be the war the boy was referring to (who I don’t recall ever seeing again.)
The next memory I had wasn’t until high school when I was having dinner with a boy my age. Whether he was a friend or significant other at that point, I don’t know, but I did seem to get the vibe that he at some point became my husband. I was shy and a bit skiddish. In this current life, I am not that shy, but I do often get fears that I won’t be able to support and take care of myself, which could have been a result of being a woman in this time period. This feeling also connects to my next memory. I was in my early-mid 20s, and I was sitting on a bed with a very anxious/sad feeling in my stomach. I was holding an envelope and I could see from the ring on my hand that I was engaged, but not yet married. There was a man standing up near me, who was trying to hide his fear, but we both knew it was there. The man I believe was my fiancé, who was holding a paper with information regarding a war draft. I did not want him to go because of what happened to my father. This was in the early 1950s. I remember him coming home as well, and I have a vague memory of him being a POW. Sometime after that, we got married and had three children, but other than that, I don’t remember much.
I know not much of this is proven with my current life. I’m still working on it, but this is what I have so far. Thanks for reading!!
I know I was living in the US around the time of the Great Depression (1930s), which my PL family was hit rather hard by. I was younger around the time this happened (maybe four or five), and I remember being quite close to dying from what I think was pneumonia. A specific day, I remember my father was there, doing his best to make sure I was okay. When I was around 11 or 12, I remember attending my father’s funeral. I got into an argument with an older boy there (who I believe was about 17 or 18) over whether or not he should’ve died. I remember the boy saying something about how “the war” may have affected him. Assuming around seven years had passed since sometime in the Great Depression, that would be in the WWII era, which would be the war the boy was referring to (who I don’t recall ever seeing again.)
The next memory I had wasn’t until high school when I was having dinner with a boy my age. Whether he was a friend or significant other at that point, I don’t know, but I did seem to get the vibe that he at some point became my husband. I was shy and a bit skiddish. In this current life, I am not that shy, but I do often get fears that I won’t be able to support and take care of myself, which could have been a result of being a woman in this time period. This feeling also connects to my next memory. I was in my early-mid 20s, and I was sitting on a bed with a very anxious/sad feeling in my stomach. I was holding an envelope and I could see from the ring on my hand that I was engaged, but not yet married. There was a man standing up near me, who was trying to hide his fear, but we both knew it was there. The man I believe was my fiancé, who was holding a paper with information regarding a war draft. I did not want him to go because of what happened to my father. This was in the early 1950s. I remember him coming home as well, and I have a vague memory of him being a POW. Sometime after that, we got married and had three children, but other than that, I don’t remember much.
I know not much of this is proven with my current life. I’m still working on it, but this is what I have so far. Thanks for reading!!
