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The Flashback/Memory Sharing Circle

Hippy16

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Well I decided i wanted to start a thread for all of us to post those little flashbacks/memories/dreams/impressions/thoughts/feelings etc etc that we don't want to start an entire post about, but still would like to share. So i figured we could start sharing in one thread. So consider this the sharing circle haha.

So the reason i decided to do this, was because last night, actually this morning I had a flashback! I didn't want to start a whole new thread just for this one flashback, so everyone else feel free to share theirs too.

Anyways it was probably about 6am, i was woken up by my parents getting ready for work, me not having to report to work until 2, i was fast asleep. anyways i was in a half sleep, half awake kind of state, and sort of dreaming. so my dad had his motorcycle running, and drove down the drive way. In the midst of this i had an intense flashback to some sort of military building.It was like long, with a curved roof, I was inside and saw people. I remember one man in a green uniform, looked like mayve a mechanic sorta, I have no idea what era, or country, or anything, just was so vivid, and more importantly familiar. oddly familiar, like a memory i have thought/dreamt about alot. There were alot of people, inside, and desk, and such, and gravel all around outside. Then it was over. I have no idea which life that could have been from, if it was even past life related at all. But I just wanted to share my interesting flashback i had this morning, and welcome anyones thoughts on it. I always think i remember things for a reason, and just can't figure out what this means.
 
Hello Brant,

I think opening this thread was a good idea. :) I just hope people will really share here, so the thread won't "sink" and be forgotten.

Do you have any idea which time period your flash might have been from? Did the people look Western or something else?

I had a brief "flash" this morning myself, although it was not visual, just a name and a year. I woke up around 6 am thinking "Julia" and "1915". I'm not sure, but I have thought at that time I had my Swedish PL and my name was Magdalena.

And now writing this I'm having a weird memory of a dream (?) or something, where I'm insisting (to who?) that "No, I really think my name was Consuela in my Sephardi life!" But that might have been just a "normal" dream, I have no idea. :confused:

Karoliina
 
I also had a "flash" yesterday. This happened when I was at my boyfriends place. Maybe this vision has something to do with him, maybe not.

However, I saw medieval cavalry in their armours. They were obviously getting prepared for a battle, but in my flash the atmosphere was still quite peaceful, although I have to say that the guys were pretty harsh looking. I got a really good glimpse of the suit of armour and by googling I found an exact match. They were normans. In this link there is a picture of how they looked like:

http://members.tripod.com/Preachan/knights1.html

I didn´t see myself, so I´m not sure, if I was also a norman warrior, but it´s very possible.

Edit: I did some more googling and found out that also the Vikings used chainmail suits and conical helmets. So this could have been a vision from my late 10th - early 11th C life as a Danish viking who sailed to England before the year 1012.
 
This is a great idea, thanks for starting this thread, Hippy, i often have little flashbacks and feelings that i don't think are worthy of starting a new thread over.

I had such a "flash" earlier today in which i saw a woman and a man. I have no idea of the time period, it was over almost as soon as it began.

I was the woman, and the man seemed to be rather angry with me as he handed over a large bundle of cash and said something like "here, is this enough for your needs?"

I was looking at him with a very serious face, but he then turned his back to me, and i started grinning, as if some devious plan i had put into action, had just worked in my favor.

And then it was over. I can't honestly say if it was a memory, it was so quick, but it was very clear though.
 
I was trying to meditate yesterday about Julia and 1915, but fell asleep. :rolleyes: Anyway I think it's possible that was the year I ran away from the place I lived at the time and ended up with another family - the best thing that happened to me in that life by far! I know in that family there was a girl around my age (I was maybe 11 in 1915), and we became very good friends, and later sisters as the family adopted me. It's possible that girl was called Julia. Another option is that I changed my name, because I didn't want to be found (I lied all my life I couldn't remember where I came from etc.). So it's also possible I was Magdalena at first, but changed my name into Julia later.



Karoliina
 
Hi Hippy,


I thought I’d add to the sharing circle by adding an experience that happened to me yesterday at work. I had a spontaneous memory from my life as Madeleine, the young daughter of a French courtesan. I have a journal full of information from Madeleine’s life (dating back to the mid-1990’s!) – but I had never remembered the actual journey from France to the American South.

I was sitting at my computer at work. Suddenly the sounds of the office ceased and I heard a train rolling on tracks and many different voices speaking.

Then I was no longer at my desk -- but on a train with Maman and I had my head in her lap. I heard Maman ask someone where we were and a man replied "A couple hours out of Allentown." Their conversation went on for a few more moments, but that was the part that interested me the most.

I've never heard of Allentown and so I came home and googled it and found out it's a real place -- in Pennsylvania! So I googled some more and found out that a passenger train did indeed travel through Allentown in the 1880's.

It was pretty exciting for me to be able to validate both Allentown and the passenger trains. I may eventually start another thread to share what I’ve learned about that lifetime, but I am currently working on validating several more things. ;)


Aili :D
 
I had a dream a few nights ago which I wrote down, I haven't really spent much time with it, but I will put in here anyway.

It was a camp (KZ?) during WWII - I just knew that.
I was a woman working there, so not a prisoner, but not a soldier either. I had some influence, but the image I got was like a secretary type of job. I was blonde (in this life I'm a brunette).

The whole theme in the dream was that I wanted to help a group of prisoners runaway. There was one sentence that stood out to me and that I still remember: “No one deserves to be treated this way!”
(unfortunately I don’t remember which language I said it in, but it was possibly English).

I believe I did succeed in getting them out of the camp.


I told my boyfriend about this dream and he reminded me of a programme we watched a long time ago and which I had completely forgotten. It was about French Red Cross-nurses working in German prisoner of war-camps. They helped several prisoners of war escape in cars.
 
I had a flash last night (first one in quite a while actually) while washing my face. I don't know, perhaps my bathroom is over a ley line or something, but I often get insights in the bathroom. :)

It concerned a friend who I am sure I remember from my WWII life, in London during the Blitz. I just knew that he had been responsible (through carelessness and bravado) for getting someone I cared/care about very much killed (shot down on a bombing raid). I certainly blamed him, whether that was fair or not at the time I am not sure. He tried to justify himself, but I was not happy with him at all, as I recall. I remembered a rather bitter argument about it.

It is funny also, because at the same time, I sort of had a quick mental/astral conversation with the "special someone" who was killed (we do that, it's weird, I know) and the message went along the lines it was time to forgive and forget all that and move on. After all, we are all alive and well now and have a chance to be all good friends and so should take it.
 
Tanguerra,

I just wanted to say that I realised a little while ago I often remember PL things in the bathroom, too, when I'm doing something routine like, such as putting on my make up, washing my face or brushing my teeth. Funny. :D

Karoliina
 
Karoliina & Tanguerra....I had to chuckle at this, I too have this same thing happen. Always in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I see myself in conversation with Her about a job out on a wide open field. Nothing else....always this specific conversation. I've always caught myself wondering what the heck the two have in common or what the trigger is. This happens at least once a week, and I thought it was strange....don't feel so bad now:rolleyes: . I'm sure there is some signifigance somewhere.

Tman
 
So i think i discovered something interesting the other day. So first let me tell you about an extreme phobia i have had my whole life--swallowing pills. I never could, i only would take chewable tylenol for a headache, and if by chance a doctor had to give me pills i had to swallow i had to crush them up. Until this weekend i got some medicine for a sore throat i had from the doctors, and realized that my phobia of pill swallowing had gone away. Before i couldnt even get the pill to go down, no matter how hard i tried.


Then i thought about my past lives where i abused prescription drugs, and in my life in the 1940's it directly led to my death. Perhaps i carried that fear of swallowing pills with me, as a sort of self protection. And then once discovering my past life addictions and results of those addictions that i could move past that phobia and allow myself to take pills when i needed to.


true swallowing pills is a common phobia i guess, but i just found it interesting how it just suddenly went away without me even really noticing. hmm.
 
What great memories you all have to share!


I had a 'flash' not too long ago, and I was dying to share it but the forums were being prettied up (thanks for all the hard work admins.!).


I was sitting in my back yard enjoying the sunshine when the image of myself and a Native American male of the same age came into my head. In this flash we were sitting on the hood of a car and we were out in the middle of the southwestern desert at sunset. The car was a baby blue color and did not appear to be very fuel efficient (it kind of looked like this old Buick my mom had when I was younger, big and boxy). Our clothes were very reminiscent of the 1970's (bellbottomed jeans and the pattern and style of the shirt that I was wearing looked like the type of thing you'd get at a vintage store) and we both seemed to be in our late teens. I'm not sure what exactly our relationship was, but I felt that we were very close friends and had much in common. We were laughing at something in the dream, making each other laugh with jokes I think. The flash left me with a really peaceful feeling, but at the same time I felt some sort of sadness once the memory was gone. Since then I've been dreaming of this man and myself doing various things: sitting on a front porch playing guitar, making a meal in the kitchen with his mother, who was teaching me to cook (If this is a memory of a past life then not much has changed, I can't cook in this life either:) ), laying on a blanket somewhere and watching the stars, and then in two seperate dreams there were scenes where I was braiding some colored leather rope into his hair (there seemed to be something significant about this, the other men did not do this, he seemed very connected to his ethnic backround and so he kept his hair longer than the other people in his neighborhood, I assume they were part of the same tribe and that this was a reservation?).


The interesting thing about this dream/flashback is that I was not Native American, I was a white female.


In the past two or three days I've been seeing this person's face in flashes of 'memory', and because of it I have felt more and more drawn to all things southwestern/Native American in appearance or theme.


I'm wondering if these 'memories' and flashes are not being influenced by the fact that I am planning on heading out west this fall to do some volunteer work, and if my brain just isn't associate the southwest with what it has learned from television and books? The scenes have been significant and prominent enough in my life the past few days that I've made the effort to both write about them here and tell one of my close friends (who, not believing in reincarnation, obviously thinks I'm crazy). This is kind of a longer post than I meant to make for this thread but I wanted to get all of the details in in case anyone might have any ideas. Well, that's that.:thumbsup:
 
I'm wondering if these 'memories' and flashes are not being influenced by the fact that I am planning on heading out west this fall to do some volunteer work, and if my brain just isn't associate the southwest with what it has learned from television and books? The scenes have been significant and prominent enough in my life the past few days that I've made the effort to both write about them here and tell one of my close friends
Probably a bit of both? Perhaps someone is waiting for you out there and you are feeling a call? I never ignore those things which give me that funny feeling. If it feels significant, it probably is.
 
my last flash back happend to me last night my family said i was tearing my room to shreads screaming something for some person to wake up i know my past name i was chasios whith this i know i was a warrior and all my comrads die and i cant stop this. this can be scary because i.
 
Hi Chasios,

my last flash back happend to me last night my family said i was tearing my room to shreads screaming something for some person to wake up
I have never heard of anyone getting physically violent during a regression or a meditation. Moving limbs around - crying - speaking words or phrases - yes. But not "tearing a room apart."


May I ask how you receive your memories? You said "my family said I was tearing my room apart..." Do you have no memory of the event? In all of my experience with regression and meditation - there is never a time when I am not in control of remembering the events that unfolded.


Perhaps you want to consider seeking professional help dealing with your memories - if they are affecting you this badly and are disruptive in any way to your present life.


I would suggest contacting the International Association for Regression Research and Therapies for help locating a regressionist in your area.


Best of luck,


Ailish
 
This is a really great thread, ive never had any memories as such myself, just smaller things, so its quite nice to talk about it here, i never really felt like i had enough to post about before :)


i never really remember my dreams, that tells that thats exactly what they are, just normal average dreams. but i've had this one that was quite intense and different, it was more emotion than anything else. i was a young man in my mid 20's, and as a man i had this intense feeling that i had just become a father, and i remember the feeling (in this dream) of being passed my child to hold for the first time ever and crying tears of joy and love. and that was it. i woke up. it was an amazing feeling! i think it must have been something special as it was so intense. now i am currently a young woman and i dont have any children, i wouldnt be familiar in this life with this kind've emotion. it was really amazing! i've never really had anything other dreams or memories, but it seemed special to me :)
 
Hello Kyla and thanks for sharing! :)


It certainly sounds like a PL memory/carry-over to me - interesting! It was nice to hear form you, as you haven't posted in a long time. Don't be shy, it's totally fine to post anything reincarnation related - it doesn't have to be wonderfully vivid and detailed memories in all the posts. ;)


Karoliina
 
This is just really a two seconds 'flashback', but I was just now relaxing with a Steve Halpern cd, closed my eyes, and after a lot of clutter left from my mind, I saw just the head of an older white woman with something long black over her head with a 2-3 cm wide white strip surrounding her face (similar to that thing that nuns have on their heads, but not exactly that), and she was somehow so familiar, wanted to hug her. I then heard in my head 'dadushka'. I don't know if I was telling her, or she was saying it, but I heard it very clearly in my head. Then it all disappeared and the usual clutter came instead again. I've never heard the word 'dadushka' before, I've heard babushka, I know it's something Russian, so I googled dadushka and it apparently how grandfathers are called there. So I guess I couldn't have called the older woman 'dadushka', it's maybe she was calling me that? Have no idea...even her face disappeared from my mind now, I can't recall it anymore :( Not even sure it qualifies for a pl recall, but it's funny about that word though, how it popped in my head...
 
New England Bleedthroughs


I was on a bus from Boston Massachusetts to Portland Maine and while looking out on a marsh in New Hampshire near Portsmouth I had this sudden.. I don't know, it was like I wasn't in 'New Hampshire' anymore.. I was in New England. I felt like it was sometime in the sixteen twenties. I could see a map of new england without any state boundaries. I knew I was still on the bus, but my mind had slipped back a few hundred years.


I spontaneously remembered last night how I died in WWII. I somehow managed to slip away from a forced March at the end of the war- I don't know who was leading it, Americans towards yet another overcrowded camp, or Nazis untill they found a good field to shoot us in, but wily as I always have been, I got away. I was weak, injured and feverish, and I wandered through the woods for a day- running from wild animals untill I collapsed and couldn't run anymore. I think it was snowy? It looked snowy, or maybe it was rainy. It explains how I'm petrified of the woods/rural towns after dark.


When I was fourteen, we had been studying ancient greece in class, and when Sparta came up I got particularly interested. My teacher was shocked about how much I knew off the top of my head. On the way home on the bus, I had a vivid dream of being part of a Spartan Phalanx. The film 300 gives me a palpable sense of pride. :)


I was dreaming several weeks ago, when I had a vivid PL dream about being a small african american boy working backstage in a theatre in Baltimore Maryland during the 1850s. I was with my older brother. We would work the ropes that held the curtains and sit high above in the rafters. There was a little girl, a few years my junior who worked there too, helping the white actresses with their makeup and props. The theatre owner had taken an unnatural interest in her. He was evil. I got a tremendous chill just looking at him in the dream, he even looks evil to me now. He raped and murdered her- I didn't see this thankfully, but I knew it and I confronted him. I was in love with her in my childish way, and when I threatened to tell the police, he started screaming and becoming very violent. I felt like I was being very brave, and this was new to me. I felt free. He then bashed me over the head with something like a brick, and I wandered out of his office and climbed the stairs up to see my brother before collapsing. This all came to me at once.
 
I was meditating with William Buhlman's Exploring your past lives, and at first I didn't really get anything (except cramps in my legs and had to clear my throat all the time :laugh:).


After about half an hour though when I couldn't do what he was guiding me to do, I just drifted - sort of and looked down at my legs, it seems that I was a man, I had a sort of a sandal - like flip-flops, with just a wide brown leather cord or strap across my feet, a nice bright brown. I was all dressed in something brown, don't remember much except had something close to a 'skirt' of sorts (but I was a man), which was rather short. Like a short toga? not sure, not quite.


Then I just had some numbers flashing in front of me, 593, or 596, something like that. Also thought of Romans and Crete. And I felt like a knife at my throat and I felt the pain of having your throat cut (at least I think so).


Anyway all this could be real or just made up, dunno at this point...Guess some research is in order, or see if I get more flashbacks.


All these lasted maybe just a few seconds, nothing longer, not like a story line or anything...


Btw, I've googled Crete and Romans and it seems that Crete was under Roman occupation until 369 (which pretty much the same numbers except mixed up). I can't seem to find on the net what Cretans were wearing during the roman occupation (if I was a Cretan at all, and not a Roman).


One thing though, I do have constant throat problems since I was a kid :rolleyes:
 
Well, I don' t have fully-formed memories, though I'm working on it. :thumbsup:


I do have a few scraps, though. I actually just remembered this one dream I had quite often while growing up. Sometimes I still have it. In it, I'm a child, but I can't tell where I live or when...all I can tell is that my family has some sort of business establishment and we live above it. There are a lot of happy feelings associated with this dream. I know my parents loved me very much and I felt happy and secure. I spent my time running back and forth between our home and our business, though I can't see in the dream what kind of store or restaurant it is.


And when I was little, my favorite thing to play was "store." My sister and I would arrange all our toys in the small hallway of our house, and we even had a toy cash register.


I've also had dreams where I've seen a little house right next to a railroad track, which seems odd.


And then all the dreams I've had about being pregnant and feeling that I didn't want to be a mother, or having a baby and then literally losing it, forgetting the last time I saw or held or fed it. (In this life, I love children and would never do that, but I don't have any biological children.)
 
The Monk


I think I've mentioned in other posts that I have never actively pursued looking into my past lives. I considered myself lucky to have even had the flashes and memories I did. Though after being here and seeing the kinds of successes people have had I will begin to turn some energy in that direction. Even having the concept on my mind of late has led me to remember things I haven't thought of in years.


On the subject of flashes of memories I had one about 6 months ago while meditating with a CD, trying in fact, not to think of anything.


It is difficult to say what the time period was but it was before modern technology. I was both seeing myself and seeing out FROM that self at the same time. Like watching yourself in a movie and seeing out from the character you played eyes at the same time. (Is this usual for PL memories?)


I saw a Monk in a dark colored brown robe being harassed and roughed up by some people who were wearing various colored clothing. The dress seemed reminiscent of the middle ages, or late middle ages. Some people in the crowd were wearing bright colors. The monk had dark hair and brown eyes with olive skin.


Then I was that monk, and I was very angry at being betrayed. I felt betrayed by my Church and some of the Higher Orders in our society had utterly betrayed me and I was being led to burn at the stake, or be crucified. In any event, it was my death. There was a crowd gathered and jeering all around. I remember watching, seeing, and feeling so hurt and angry and in disbelief of how this could come about. There was some kind of policy change and I had been used as an example in some way.


I stopped struggling for a moment and let them lead me, reminding myself of dignity and faith. My anger at them subsided a bit and I told myself to pity them. I went to my fate in this way.


That was it. It was short, vivid, and visceral. Looking forward to exploring this more. It may explain some of my feelings in this life regarding my own spiritual paths.
 
Hiya :)


When I have pl flashes I often see the scene both from the eyes of the pl persona and of my present self. It can vary, but it's quite often that the memories comes across in an almost filmic sequence.


As I understand this is probably caused by the 'phenomena' that Brian Weiss describes in 'Many lives, many masters' (the concept is discussed in this thread though in a different context). I quote: "In hypnosis, the person is the observer as well as the person being observed. "Your conscious mind is always aware of what you are experiencing while you are hypnotized. Despite the deep subconscious contact, your mind can comment, criticize, and censor. . . Some people in hypnosis watch the past as if they are observing a movie. . . In hypnosis, your mind is always aware and observing."


Your memories of the monk intrigued me, because I also have memories of being a monk and my image of him fitted your description so well :D Do you have a clue where this was? Do you feel attracted to a certain place or a certain time (or repelled - due to the content of the memories)?


I wasn't the ideal monk either...a passionate and dramatic lovelife seems to be a red thread through my pl's :rolleyes: :)
 
Hi:)

Your memories of the monk intrigued me, because I also have memories of being a monk and my image of him fitted your description so well Do you have a clue where this was? Do you feel attracted to a certain place or a certain time (or repelled - due to the content of the memories)?
How interesting! A couple of things popped into my head, even as I was writing that post. I had the idea of water being close by. An ocean rather than a lake or river. The time period was not that evident, but the my impressions were perhaps 400 to 500 years ago. I am mentally drawn to Spain though I can not say with any veracity whether or not this is related to the Monk. I am completely repelled by the thoughts of Medieval times in that I have impressions of the high state of ignorance and of endless senseless deaths of people directly related to that ignorance in myriad ways.


Speculation: It just occurred to me a few minutes ago that there was a time ancient Japan around the 1600's that there were many people in the south of Japan who were converted by the Jesuits; including local lords called Daimyo. Some say there were upwards of 150,000 Christian converts there. (many were forced to convert by their Daimyos.) They traded with the Spanish, Portuguese, and Dutch at various times. I don't remember who it was, but one Shogun feared the foreign influence and with a fell swoop kicked most of them out of Japan and killed many others and sealed off the southern area except for one small port.


When I was in college a speaker came to give a 2 day seminar on creativity in design. (I was studying Landscape Architecture) and at one point he led a guided meditation and the instant image which popped up for me as my own self created, safe, warm, comfortable place was a small room off to one side of what for all intents and purposes seemed to be a Monistary! It had one hole in the stone walls as a window, a simple bed, one chair and a small table. No electricity. And a small table with a sink outside in the hall to wash my feet and hands before entering into my room. To this day it remains one of my favourite mental place to go and relax.


I am not religious in any traditional sense, though I once held a position as a youth group leader at a Christian church. I learned a great deal there. Eventually, there were answers to some things I could not find there (or disagreed with) so I moved on.
 
Wow, that's very fascinating! It's interesting if you've reincarnated in Japan more than once. How do you feel about Japan now? Have you been there in this life, if so how did it feel?


Personally, I never left Europe as a monk although I may have travelled a great deal around. I've always had an emotional relationship with the huge gothic cathedrals you see in Europe (we have no churches in that style in Denmark) and I've always felt connected to the Catholic faith. However whenever I start studying the doctrines I can't relate to them and could never live by them being my current self. I do collect icons though and statuettes of the Virgin. They make me feel good :rolleyes: :)
 
It's interesting if you've reincarnated in Japan more than once. How do you feel about Japan now? Have you been there in this life, if so how did it feel?
You've made me think of something else. Not too long after that visage of the monk I was about to fall asleep and in the blackness before my eyes I saw my own face looking back at me but all in sepia like tones-not in color. Then the face morphed into a European looking one, then another face who's ethnicity I couldn't peg, then into a Japanese one. This went on for about 15 faces!!! All the while I still had a recognition that it was still me. There were 3 Japanese type faces, one looked more Chinese but it happened rather fast. Each face lasted to about 2 to 3 seconds before morphing into another. The monks face was among them. I wondered even then if what I just saw was a whole compendium of my past lives! It was a cool thought.


I have not ever been to Japan in this life though it has always held great fascination for me. I will go some-day. I am drawn to a bay in the southern area called Yokohama. I used to live in Bakersfield California and I found out later that Yokohama is the sister city to Bakersfield. Also, when I was in High school a foreign exchange student stayed with us for a bout 7 months. He was from Yokohama - so either I am drawn because of that, or it is part of some life following me there. I learned quite a lot of Japanese during that time.


Cathedrals and Roman/Greek architecture has always fascinated me as well. Particularly, the layout and how they used geometry and spatial relationships. I feel very at home in large stone and stone like structures. And very relaxed and content in bare, Japanese style rooms. In fact, when I was in High school I was fanatical about keeping my room bare!:rolleyes: It had a great large window with 12 framed glass panels, which when the moon shone through it just cast the most wonderful shadows on the white floor and walls that I just couldn't 'adulterate' the image with objects laying around! I rolled up my bed every morning and put it in the closet! I had only a chair and a speaker I painted white with a lamp and a few books on top.


Thanks for the discussion. This is very interesting. :)
 
About 5/6 years ago I had a 'flashback' of myself of myself in a soldiers uniform, i was carrying a rifle and walking through a forest/wood. It was late Autumn as the leaves had all fallen from the trees and were crunching under foot. I looked to my left and was shot right between the eyes, this made my head snap back and i fell to the floor dead, landing on my left side. After a few seconds, i realised i was just lying there, staring in front of me and couldn't work out how i could still see even though i was dead. The uniform was possibly WW1. I think this is why i get migraines, one day a door slammed shut behind me, the sound of it was just like the crack of gunfire and it just reverberated around my head, it scared me so much, i thought i was about to drop dead!


Anna
 
Interesting, Anna! Do you have any idea what type of uniform this was? Where it could have taken place? If you've seen it clearly, you may be able to look at uniform styles online to narrow it down :D
 
CRT


I was also a monk once. I wasn't burned at the stake but it was a most unhappy life. Mercifully, it was a very short one.


I don't know whether this fits in with your memories as far as time frame but here it is:


When Henry VIII broke with the Catholic church over not being given a divorce from his first wife, he abolished all monasteries and abbeys and so forth. Henry took unto himself all church properties, buildings etc. During this time many Catholic monks, priests and nuns were executed for disobeying Henry who was now head of the church in England.
 
Played Regression to Times and Places by Brian Weiss just now, and although I properly relaxed, I didn't get any flashbacks right until the end. I wanted to get some more information about the girl who died on her way home on the bicycle, but instead I saw myself 'rising', going upwards, it was sort of gray with some smaller light ahead, and then I saw myself going to a room where were some people (or children?) sitting at a table on the left, but my attention turned towards a man standing and somehow leaning on a bar table and mixing something lazily (I had a feeling this was a home though, not a pub). He was incredibly beautiful, with relatively longer, straight hair, and although I have never met this person in this life, I knew him then. I said 'i am home' and he was looking at me with so loving eyes, I almost cried. His eyes were the kindest eyes I've seen - I had a fleeting thought that my mom has the same eyes.


It was then time to 'go back' from the meditation, and I heard him saying 'don't worry, we'll meet again'. I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay there. Unfortunately now that I'm trying to remember his face, I can't :( It's just a fleeting feeling, which I can't catch...


The weird thing is, while in this state of meditation, I felt like I was not in a past life, but really 'home'. :confused:


Before the Woolger CD, I wouldn't have any sort of 'flashbacks' of any kind, so even if this was 'just' imagination, it is way more than I had until now ;)
 
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