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Notes From My Regression

Red Night

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I'd like to start a personal thread with all of my PL memories, instead of just posting a new one each time something comes to me. So here we go.
A member on here (thanks again; you know who you are!) sent me a few regression MP3s awhile back and I listened to the first part (there's a beginners, and then advanced) and I did receive two images.

The first one seemed to have been in 1917 and I was a fifteen year old girl walking down a somewhat clumsily paved country road. There was trees on both sides; to the right they made up a forest, and to the left they appeared to by lining a huge field. I was wearing a purple dress (it fit horribly and I feel like it was my first attempt at making my own clothes. An illustration of woman in a magazine wearing the same dress flashed before me... she looked much better than I did...). I could smell everything clearly and it was beautiful day. Around August I believe. I was on top of the world.
I was very happy to get this, because I've had the vague impression for awhile now that I died in car accident in my early to mid twenties sometime in the 1920s. It corresponded well.

Latter on, during a somewhat more "official" regression, I was told to go back, but my mind panicked. It was confused and didn't know where to go. There was far to many options. And I ended up in Auschwitz; Birkenau to be exact, walking down the main road in the middle of the camp. There was a tall SS besides me and I was in a prisoner's uniform, stumbling and trying to keep up in the mud. This was extremely curious, because the man was talking to me as if I was some sort of acquaintance. I can't remember his face anymore, but I did do some research and there was a SS at Auschwitz whom I found who bore a striking resemblance to the man in the "memory." But I'm very irritated, because I have the nagging feeling that yet again this lifetime was blocked out from me and I received either something fabricated, or thoughts that belong to somebody else. I have no idea why either. It's like some force does not want me to remember what happened. Maybe it's for the best though and I just shouldn't worry about it!

I'm excited to see if either one of these hold any truth, but only time will tell!
 
Your regression memories are filled with what sound like valid views. Review the emotion involved, and how charged each point is...look at each situation and the actions taken by the individual you are observing as if they are dealing with matters you face now...how would you look at it, feel about it, and see it with your current eyes...then examine your level of judgment. How critical are you of the being you observe...self-criticism is the strongest emotion you will find for yourself, and an immediate sense of compassion and appreciation is what you feel for others when viewing them from the other side.


What you describe are very likely views of a past life, so don't discount them in any way...the messages you get may not be clear yet, but the point will come to you at some time. As we all suggest on this board, document your findings and times of the findings in a notebook...it is amazing how a short pencil is better than a long memory!
 
Hi Red Night, good work on your past lives. Patience is the key and a wise discerning outlook. You're doing well.


In regard to not being able to "go there," I too ran into this situation in a life as an indigenous American. I was very curious as to why I seemed to be blocked. I spoke with a doctor who, at the time, was the director of research for the IARRT. She told me that there are times when this happens and it is because we are not yet ready, for whatever reason, for that information. She told me to simply embrace the awareness of that life and as time and circumstances evolve perhaps the memories will come. She said there is a reason and we may not understand it now, but it is part of the journey too.


Tman
 
Thanks for the replies. :) I think I'm definitely going to keep a written record of these memories and I'm also going to start regressing more often.


The first memory I described made me very happy. Everything was quite vivid; something must have happened that day to turn my spirits upside down, because I looked like a complete mess and I don't think I was very confidant walking out of my house that morning. But it's just such an incredibly happy memory, and it stuck with me for the rest of the day.


I was thinking about the car crash that killed me in that (possible) life and I started to get upset because I could feel and hear my mother's (in that life) pain and sobbing when she came to where the accident had occurred and saw me lying there dead.
 
When I was doing my regressions many years ago, I too, was blocking on the most recent past life. When I listened to Helen Wambach a few years later she said that happens when your most recent pl had a traumatic death. My most recent pl was the WWI life. So I guess that's why I block on it.
 
I'm going to interject something trivial, but validating, Red Night. In your first memory, you mentioned that the purple dress didn't look as well on you as it did in the illustration. This is a common complaint of women - we choose a dress from a pattern, catalog, or on-line, and it doesn't look at all the same on us! In the period 1900-1940, home-made clothing was the norm. If you were more well-to-do you went to a dressmaker, or could purchase something "ready made". Women's magazines printed patterns. McCall's was both a magazine, and a dress pattern company. I think Godey's Ladies Book was still around in the period that you referenced. You brought back memories of boring afternoons sitting in dry goods stores while my mother and grandmother selected patterns, " dress goods", thread, and heaven help us, buttons. You had so much feeling attached to that memory, that you made me "feel" it with you, and as Usetawuz said, that is a hallmark of a genuine memory.
 
Thank you BrairRose! :) Unfortunately I knew to some extent about the dress patterns that were sold back in the day. Well, anyway I knew about them from the 30's, 40s, etc. So I wouldn't take that as a big validation. But I know for a fact that that was what happened.


I felt so strange all day yesterday after that. I felt like I was truly extended, like I was more than who I was at that moment. It was a really strange feeling. I think I'd like to definitely concentrate on this life.
 
Red Night said:
I was very happy to get this, because I've had the vague impression for awhile now that I died in car accident in my early to mid twenties sometime in the 1920s. It corresponded well.
Car accidents were not as survivable in the old days as they are now. Most of the cars made before about 1935 just fell apart if they hit anything. No seat belts. No air bags. No safety windshields. Car heaters were optional. But get this - the gas tank was BEHIND the dashboard! That way it was gravity fed and they did not need a fuel pump. What do you think happened to the front seat passengers in a head-on collision? I remember seeing in a Sears or Wards catalog many years ago retro fit car heaters for cars that didn't come with them. At one time electric windshield wipers were considered a luxury.


Have you noticed that cars made after 1934 were lower to the ground than the 1920's cars? The 1920's cars tipped over a lot. Especially if they went around a corner too fast (on two wheels). By the 30's research discovered the 20's cars had a "high center of gravity" and were top heavy. But now one company, Dodge, has forgotten all of that research and has put out a van that is too narrow and tip over prone. In my area the ambulance company has had at least two of them tip over.


When I was a kid a neighbor gave my sister some of her old books. I think one was called "Little Women". Inside there was an old newspaper clipping. The author had been killed in an auto accident in Los Angeles in the 1920's. Her chauffeur driven car was hit broadside by a streetcar!
 
The "Little Women" was written by Louisa May Alcott, who died in 1888. It was my absolute favorite childhood book. Very possibly there have been other children's books by that name. What a terrible way to "go"! I'm phobic about driving, and one of my past lives explains why. How do you feel about driving, Red Night? You've had intervening lives, so I hope any phobia has been overcome. By the way, I think it's validating that you are okay with having been a girl. The validating point of my post was that you seemed to understand what it's like to be one of us!
 
Argonne, I thought that was part of the appeal of the Ford T. Since paved roads hadn't been developed yet, they had a great advantage in being able to drive on wagon paths. I know they were used extensively in WW1 as well.


Maybe if you went free wheeling at 5mph around a turn they'd tip. I guess they did pretty well for driving straight. :laugh:
 
BriarRose said:
How do you feel about driving, Red Night? You've had intervening lives, so I hope any phobia has been overcome. By the way, I think it's validating that you are okay with having been a girl. The validating point of my post was that you seemed to understand what it's like to be one of us!
Oh! I understand now. To be honest, I have always identified with women more than men. I mean, I like being a guy, but being a woman would not bother me in the slightest.


About driving; I'm a horrible driver, but I have very little anxiety about it. From what I remember, I wasn't the one driving though when I died. It was a nice day, I was sprawled out with my head and arms out the window and then all of sudden... BAM! I flew out of the window and hit a tree. And that was it. I honestly have no idea what we even hit; I wasn't paying attention. I was probably day-dreaming.


I still do the same exact thing. Open the widow in a moving car and just hang outside of it, or right on the ledge. I think I died so quickly that emotionally it really hasn't affected me.
 
Totoro said:
Argonne, I thought that was part of the appeal of the Ford T. Since paved roads hadn't been developed yet, they had a great advantage in being able to drive on wagon paths. I know they were used extensively in WW1 as well.
Ford's didn't have the problem as they weren't tall. I was talking more about cars like this.
 
This wasn't a regression, but I've spent some time on the train going in and out of the city these past few days, which is nothing new, but this was particularly different. I was overcome by a deep sadness and longing, my mind would completely zone out, staring out of the window at the passing scenery as it zipped by. The people on the platforms outside transformed into 1940s Jews waiting for cattle cars to take them away to camps. In particular seeing a child with a parent or hearing a baby crying brought huge waves of emotion over me. It was like being thrown back in time.


The worst part was when we disembarked. Everyone was yelling and there was a really large crowd. My body started shaking and I felt like I was just going to drop, I couldn't control myself and wanted to start sobbing, but I knew I couldn't. These boys started chanting "USA! USA! USA!" But all I could hear was "Sieg Heil!"* Over and over again. It was just that overt patriotism. All of it was such a horrible experience.


Waiting to board, rattling away on the tracks, disembarking. The past was whirling away in my mind at practically every moment...


Anyway, I just thought I'd share that with you all. Thanks, as always. It's wonderful to come here!


*I don't thing there were any Nazis shouting "Seig Heil" while Jews were getting on and off death trains. It was just somthing to add to the incident I was already in.
 
Once I opened up to the idea I started getting flashbacks like this out of the blue in everyday life.


I think it's part of accepting, your mind finally ready to let the memories out.


It is worth writing them down, just doing that jogged more for me.


As for remembering other people again if they're in this life it'll only come when you're ready. I don't know about you I find that so frustrating. Want to know everything!
 
Overt patriotism has that effect on some people, including me. I think it may be tied to many of us having had past life experiences where going down that "road" led to some very bad places. Don't misunderstand - I love my country, but the memory of Fascism terrifies me. It must have been difficult to have had such a powerful experience in a public place, Red Night. I think you mentioned the possibility of a split incarnation where you were are a guard, as well as a victim. Could you identify which perspective the memory came from?
 
Concerning the split-incarnation idea, I never really got the feeling I was a guard, but just a German civilian. I've also had the theory that maybe I was on both sides in the same body; I could have easily been someone who was "half-Jewish" but raised completely Christian and didn't relate to Judaism at all, supported the Reich, but ended up getting killed anyway because of the racial laws, which would have ordained me just as much of a Jew as anybody raised in that way. That, like I said, is just a theory. I want to make that clear.


Anyway, when this whole thing happened it was all from the perspective of a victim, without a doubt.


It seems to come at the most inopportune times! If I want to think about it, there's nothing there, but when it'd be better off staying in the past, it just comes spilling out! But I've dealt with this since I was about... 15. I remember once when I was sitting in class hearing a group of people screaming just down the hallway in the gym. I think there was some kind of assembly or something, but the screams were just so incredibly loud and drawn-out that my whole body just froze up. Everyone thought I was sick and my teacher asked me if I wanted to go to the nurse. I hadn't even said or done anything, it was just the way I looked! God, those experiences are terrible.
 
Thank you for clarifying your situation, Red Night. I try to keep up with the specifics of everyone's situation, but sometimes my perception of my own lives shifts! What you describe must have been very disconcerting for a young boy. You could hardly explain that you were experiencing post traumatic stress from World War II!
 
You're much better at it than I am!


You know, at the time, I really didn't realize just how young I was to go through that, but looking back at it I almost feel bad for myself! There were a couple of friends that I confided in who believed me, and they did help me when I need it. Or tried anyway. They could tell when my mind would start to go back to those years, and would do their best to shake me out of it. Though, I really don't think they fully understood it... I'm thankful for them anyway!
 
Red Night said:
I remember once when I was sitting in class hearing a group of people screaming just down the hallway in the gym. I think there was some kind of assembly or something, but the screams were just so incredibly loud and drawn-out that my whole body just froze up. Everyone thought I was sick and my teacher asked me if I wanted to go to the nurse. I hadn't even said or done anything, it was just the way I looked! God, those experiences are terrible.
In the 60's there were 7th graders who got freaked out in the showers at school. No one then considered it might be past life related.
 
My goodness, Argonne, you are right! Those group showers that we had to take were upsetting to all girls, and maybe even worse for those with PL memories.
 
BriarRose said:
My goodness, Argonne, you are right! Those group showers that we had to take were upsetting to all girls, and maybe even worse for those with PL memories.
Most boys got over it in a few days.
 
BriarRose said:
Girls never do!
My sister told me a while back that she never liked them. In Jr. High we sometimes had accidental fire drills during shower time. Shower time was also clean-up time in the shop classes. In the wood shop room the alarm pull station was next to the broom rack! If you hit it with a broom handle it would go off. No safety cage around it. I believe some of the boys really would have gone outside with a towel around them (or not). The coach always told us we were exempt.
 
I'm thankful we never had to take showers in school! Truthfully though, I think I would have been more self-conscious of my body than concerned with any past lives.
 
Red Night said:
I'm thankful we never had to take showers in school! Truthfully though, I think I would have been more self-conscious of my body than concerned with any past lives.
I hear there are some middle schools now that were either built without showers or they are not used. The kids call these "stinky schools". Gee, I wonder why? We never had that problem. And the schools I went to had no air conditioning.
 
argonne1918 said:
I hear there are some middle schools now that were either built without showers or they are not used. The kids call these "stinky schools". Gee, I wonder why? We never had that problem. And the schools I went to had no air conditioning.
I can't remember if my middle school had them or not, but it probably did. It was built in the 60s and a decent size. I don't remember it being stinky though. But then again, there's a good chance I was one of the smelly kids and everything just smelt normal to me!
 
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