Galeo born in 1730's Privateer slash Pirate

Ernesto Paredes said:

It fascinates me, when i hear or read about other people's incarnation story. So I will add my story to the infinite pool of incarnation stories. About a year ago, I did a past life regression, it took me a while to get under hypnosis since i was terrified and was holding on like guerrilla glue on crazy clue. I was curious, I wanted to know who I really am, and not be define by one lifetime. The scene started with two horses having sex. Which to me that was very funny. Laughed my *** off on that one. Remembered being on a small island living with my family. My name was Galeo, I was spanish living in a island controlled by the spanish empire. When I did the hypnosis the memories didn't come in chronological order, I start out at age 43 then 27 and so on. So ill put it in chronological order. At age 18 I was still living with my family . One day I got in argument with my family, I was so angry that I walked off and started walking the desert. The island didnt have much trees, it was mostly shrubs. It was the evening, kept walking until i heard commotion. There were blasts and the clash of metal. This late evening fog had rolled in, so it was hard to see the fighting. I was curious and I went in for a closer look. Came up to a dead body, I took the soldier's musket and loaded it. Then a soldier charged me, don't know if he missed shooting me or he didn't take time to reload his musket. He got within 3 ft of me, when I pulled the trigger. I Killed him, he landed right on top of me. I got up reloaded another musket from nearby. Another soldier charged me and I shoot him too. At the same time another soldier, shoot at me and hit me on the left bicep. I Dropped everything and made a run for it. I lost him in the fog. Made my way back home. It was a spanish-french skirmish, they were fighting over the island.
Told everything to my family members and the villagers. They patched me up, most villagers were scared of me, they didn't think I had in me to kill somebody. A skinny little kid like me. They started giving me the cold shoulder, my family was indifferent. I felt alienated so naturally after a couple days past, I left the village. Gave a brief goodbye and I left. Made my way to Hq of the french, I was unstable determined. Joined the french navy, the french had won the battle.
Next scene, am 27 years old am a mercenary with the rank of sergeant. Some where down the line I left the french navy and joined a privateer ship. Me and another shipmate we're making fun of each other. To see who can get the best out each other. No one was winning, we were going back and forward. When we saw an enemy ship approaching. We lined up with the other ship. I told the men"do your job and you'll be find." We fired in volleys, ship had two lines of canon. First line shot then the second one. This made it easier to keep the pressure on the enemy and our rhythm. Then after we exchanged shots, we managed to board the ship.
Once on the ship the fighting ensued, I took out my pistol and shoot at guy charging me. Missed the shot, so I quickly took out my sword and killed him. Made my way to the captain's quarters and found the manifest. Ship had a little of gold, a lot of silver, mostly salt and spices. What imprinted me about this experience was that I was so conditioned that I didn't have no emotional discharge. Like I usually do. The survivors of the enemy ship had only one boat and they didn't all fit, so we gave one of our boats and left them there. Told them we were going to send some body for them.
Age 30, am a captain now I have my own ship with a crew made up old french navy friends. Use to carry 3 pistols 1 on each hip and one the back. Made a lot more effective at handling multiple enemies at the same time. Along with new shipmates, who grew on me. In time i came to cherish and love them, we were rebels. They were my family, I did everything to safeguard them. The truth is I never gave a **** about wealth or power. All i wanted was to earn people's respect and live life to the fullest, thick and thin. I told my men "in and out that's how you survive". No need to get in any unnecessary risk than you have to. I was always on point with my strategy, that's what made us so successful. Didn't matter how many times I lectured them. They didn't listen, my shipmates we're arrogant and complacent. They had raided so many ships that they felt invincible. One by one they died in different battles, sometimes it was by two's and one time it was by three. At of all my friends only me and 4 survived to old age.
Spent the last 13 years of my career as a mercenary with a license from spain, along with another license from france to raid either side. Technically I was suppose to work for one side, but I got clever. "What they don't know won't hurt them". On my last years I became a pirate didn't care about the documentation. Retired at age 43, when i lost my right arm. On my final battle I got on hand to hand combat, I took to long, my enemy was more skilled than i was with a sword. I blocked the incoming sword with my forearm. He cut my arm, luckily one of my shipmates saved me. He killed the guy before he could kill me.
Am 47 now I retired in a volcanic island some where in the Atlantic ocean, who knows where. Am living life to the fullest supposedly. I buried my life savings in the middle of the island. All the plunder that I had accumulated over the years. I would spend it mainly on rum and ale but also guns. I lived in a town, with my friends, in a shack with a straw roof. Inside there was a hameck. I was always drinking but I also fished. Those were my main two hobbies. That's was the only way I was going to deal with my shame and guilt of not dying with my friends. Survivors guilt, right. Plus the fact that they died on my watch. That's just it, that was my spiritual lesson, I was suppose to learn how to learn to accept and let go of other people's spiritual journey. It was tough love and I didn't get it because I was to damm hard headed. **** I got it now.
This is the last day of Galeo's life, am 75 years old, I've been bumming it out for the last 32 years. Am in pain, outside on the porch. I'm ready to go. There is nobody with me, am all alone. The first thing to go is my eyesight. Then my hands and feet go numb with the rest of my body. My heart starts beating like it has never beated before. Then all of a sudden It stops and I die. Once your on the other side ( 4th dimension). You feel light as a feather and all the pain is gone. It's funny how the fear of death and the unknown make you contemplate the what if. At the end once you die that's it, its done, easy as that. Off to the next one.

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Peace of mind said:

Hm.. Quite a violent life.
How you see your violence in this present life? Any interest in fighting or you try to live without?

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SeekerOfKnowledge said:

Welcome to the forum, Ernesto Paredes!
Interesting read, thanks a lot for sharing.

Did you visit a professional regression therapist or did you use a guided meditation for self-regression?
Is there anything you carried into this life? Likes, dislikes, fears or phobias, traits, skills, emotions?
Do you think there are issues from that past life that still affect you? (As you were 75 and peaceful when you died, maybe there is nothing)

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SeekerOfKnowledge said:

Welcome to the forum, Ernesto Paredes!
Interesting read, thanks a lot for sharing.

Did you visit a professional regression therapist or did you use a guided meditation for self-regression?
Is there anything you carried into this life? Likes, dislikes, fears or phobias, traits, skills, emotions?
Do you think there are issues from that past life that still affect you? (As you were 75 and peaceful when you died, maybe there is nothing)

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SeekerOfKnowledge said:

Welcome to the forum, Ernesto Paredes!
Interesting read, thanks a lot for sharing.

What I carried was holding on to my emotions. From being taught, Be a man and suck it up. From father, military, etc. From so many different life times. Its ironic how, in holding in everything, presenting a strong attitude weakens you. On the flip side if you show your emotions, you look weak but it makes you strong in the long run. Traits: hard headed, aware of things that most people aren't. That's because I like to see the whole picture. Figure out how systems work, that's one of my hobbies. Am a rebel, usually go against societies norms.
I visited a Hypno therapist, one time only. Did a session that lasted 4hours. Thats where I found out about the life of Galeo, verified my soul pattern, and connected with my higher self, creating a clean connection. What I learn was that if you forgive yourself and love yourself always. You will always have a clean connection to your higherself. If you get angry or have any other type of fearful emotion. You can't hear your higherself. You have to be calm and centered. Once you get good at Trusting your feelings, which encompass emotions, sensations, extra senses. Then you'll know between what you want to hear and what you doubt is possible. In the session I asked different questions. Like how old was my soul?, how many people did I meet personally?, how many was I close to?. Where does my soul come from? My higherself answered all of them. Hypno therapist name is Paula Anderson, She works in Los Angeles. She told me that it depends on the person, wether the higherself chooses to communicate with you or not and how clearly. I guess it comes out to how much you believe is possible and what you deny as possible.
My issues are I hold on to people, am always deviating, when somebody pisses me off, I always lash back, I hold my emotions, fighting. Am suppose to accept and let go constantly, make it muscle memory, that way I can achieve my spirit's dream. Everybody has a soul dream, raise a family, built a ship, go to space, and so on. Once you accomplish it you move on to the next dream. Along with learning how reality or should I say realities actually really work. Soul evolution!

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SeaAndSky said:

Hi Ernesto,

Welcome. I will respond with two bits of poetry. The first is one of my favorites, by John Masefield--"Sea Fever":

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

The second poem, also by Masefield, is more piratical--"The Ballad of John Silver":

We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull,
And we flew the pretty colours of the cross-bones and the skull;
We'd a big black Jolly Roger flapping grimly at the fore,
And we sailed the Spanish Water in the happy days of yore.

We'd a long brass gun amidships, like a well-conducted ship,
We had each a brace of pistols and a cutlass at the hip;
It's a point which tells against us, and a fact to be deplored,
But we chased the goodly merchant-men and laid their ships aboard.

Then the dead men fouled the scuppers and the wounded filled the chains,
And the paint-work all was spatter-dashed with other people's brains,
She was boarded, she was looted, she was scuttled till she sank,
And the pale survivors left us by the medium of the plank.

O! then it was (while standing by the taffrail on the poop)
We could hear the drowning folk lament the absent chicken-coop;
Then, having washed the blood away, we'd little else to do
Than to dance a quiet hornpipe as the old salts taught us to.

O! the fiddle on the fo'c's'le, and the slapping naked soles,
And the genial "Down the middle, Jake, and curtsey when she rolls!"
With the silver seas around us and the pale moon overhead,
And the look-out not a-looking and his pipe-bowl glowing red.

Ah! the pig-tailed, quidding pirates and the pretty pranks we played,
All have since been put a stop-to by the naughty Board of Trade;
The schooners and the merry crews are laid away to rest,
A little south the sunset in the Islands of the Blest.

(Emphasis added). Who knows. Maybe you and some of your lost mates will meet again. All the best!

Cordially,
S&S

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fireflydancing said:

Hi Ernesto Paredes,

Welcome to the forum!
Your history reads like a movie.

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