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Last night I met a man called Scott (yes, really. Quite handsome too). I was out tearing around the 'village' with 'Douglas' (as one does on a Friday night).


Scott was wanting to chat me up a bit (it happens) but was confused about the tall, strapping fellow who was obviously my 'esquire' for the evening. Scott assumed he was my boyfriend. I said 'No, no no. We're just old friends. He's like my brother. Yes, of course we love each other. Just not like that'.


I couldn't be bothered explaining it all in any detail (who's got the time?) but 'D' who was standing right beside me and I've known for 30 years, through thick and thin (and who is best mates with X) and I exchanged a very pretty wink. It was a very lovely moment and I could absolutely see him as my brother back then. It was just a nice little moment. (Lucky me).


People (regular people) find a love-based relationship that doesn't involve 'the obvious' boy-meets-girl stuff confronting I find. They don't quite know where to categorise it. But, I wouldn't want it any other way. To me it just feels natural somehow. Hmmmm.
 
Tonight, 'Douglas' and I were tearing around town with some other friends as usual and we went to a hotel were folk music was playing.... (it happens).


We were clapping hands to the music and two pale-skinned red headed young men (brothers by the look of them, probably backpackers) took off their shirts (really) and started doing press ups on the dance floor. My mate and I looked at each other in a way, shrugged our shoulders in our cool inner-city way ("tourists"), and started counting out the press ups of these boys (they got to about 24).


Very odd de ja vu experience, but one of great joy. Just the sort of silly showing off a young red-headed boy did back in those days on such an occasion...


The feeling of happiness was just like the b@anquet described above.
 
I remembered something. My name was Harald (Harold? Who could spell back then? Certainly not I).


I was the youngest, so my mother got to name me whatever she wanted. My brothers all had traditional names like Douglas and Donald and William. 'Harald' was considered a bit 'avante garde' for some reason that escapes me now (possibly also then), but nonetheless that was my name. The feeling I got was it was some name my mother liked because of some old flame/heroic figure that made my father jealous for some reason, but he indulged her in it ... One of those funny little family things from a childhood memory from the time, long ago ... Whispers from the past. It happens.


A little memory, but one I'm certain of.
 
Tanguerra, now as I was walking around the other day thinking on things, this came to me and thought I would post this with this looking like just the right spot. Now it seems as if I had a past life or two also here in Scotland - Scotland / Ireland sometime ago myself. It probably could of been like at least 400 plus years ago at least. I also personally have always loved the bagpipes and thanks for posting the above. But this has been coming to me as of late. And just possibly could be in some way with fighting the english. But I do not know any details.


For whatever it is worth. Wishing Everyone the Best!
 
I'm sure more will come to you in time. I'd be interested to read it if it does.


I haven't added anything to this one for a while, since not much has come up, except that my dear friend D is gravely ill at present. We don't know if he's going to pull through or not. It's a very distressing thing for me and all our friends to deal with.


Sometimes, when I think about him lately, I might think of some amusing event or endearing thing from this present life and sometimes it might be something from Scotland, when his character was not entirely different to now.


It's a funny 'stereoscopic' feeling.
 
Something's coming up. Not quite sure what, but something. I've got that funny feeling,


"Here we are, we're the princes of the Universe...
Take me to the future of you all."


Watch this space I guess?
 
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Hi. I'm new to the forums and also to the whole topic. Something happened to me in the end of last year and I just dont know how to explain. To start..I might say that Im a catholic brazilian woman that never tought about reincarnation before.

Anyways, last year I was looking for a new book to read..and Outlander poped in front of me on the library. I never heard about it before..the cover was really pretty and I tought maybe it was about raids and elfs and fantasy. Like Lord of The Rings (I dont ever read the info about the book on the back, usually has spoilers) So I bought it. I know now Outlander is not new and a lot of people has became "scottish fans" becoz of it. Nothing wrong with it, culture and history is supposed to be knewn, so Im glad Diana wrote about it. But lets keep going..I read the 1st book in 3 weeks..I just couldnt stop. On the 2nd one..thats when it got me. The whole Culloden history made me feel REALLY SAD while reading it. I didnt care about Jamie or whoever..I cried alone for 2 weeks after reading book 2...everytime I tought about those men fighting for their freedom and dying believing it was possible. I felt so sad I couldnt keep to myself...it was weird. Im always reading about battles and I never got emotional before. I told my husband about it, he googled earth and showed me the fields images, saying that we must visit. The only thing I tought was "If I ever go there I will cry rivers". At this point I must say I didnt recognize the place, the fields, the Inverness town. Nothing. But the sad feeling like someone just ripped my heart in two was there.

After a while, reading books 3 and 4 I started to think why this battle made me feel like this. I did my research and read about it, historicaly, and about who survived for real. Then one day it came to my mind that Scotland music has a lot of celtic culture. I've been celtic songs fan since I can remember..I have collections of it songs way before I knew about Outlander. And then..I remembered the 1st time I saw Braveheart...how sad I was and decided to never see it again. How I always loved the blue color..I married in a white dress with a blue silk lass. I have a friend that moved to Ireland and when she went there I said "I hope you find a good place and life there..becoz when I get old I will move there and we will drink beer till we die. I want to die there, I dont know why, but I want to." I know Ireland is not Scotland but I just wanted to say that I have this need to go to those islands..where celtic people lived.

I remembered how my favorite movie when I was a kid was Highlander, how I was in love with Sean Connery, how Im always reading about Brittish medieval times and fights (My favorite write is Cornwell), and the funny one..how I always liked men like Thor: medieval, hairy..and my sister would always make fun of it. I mean..between a 2017 Christian Grey and 1743 Jamie Fraser I would pick Fraser no doubt haha. At last...I just found out Scotland saint is Saint Andrew and thats the reason of the cross on the flag. My husbands name is Andrew. Almost everytime Im watching a movie about anything else..something in the movie shows up about Scotland...what is silly but It gets my mind back to the topic.

I dont have flashbacks. I dont like whiskey, I never rided a horse before (even tought I like to imagine myself in one fighting medieval battles with celtic songs in the background sometimes), Im too much against machism to believe I could have lived 300 years ago fine. I dont dream about Scotland, I didnt even knew its history before the book. I mean, sure I knew its UK part and about clans and tartans...but I never knew about the clans names, fights, colors, and never cared. If you have asked me 3 years go wich country I wanted to see..the answer would be Egypt..now I just feel I must see Scotland.

I know...since I dont remember anything..dont have flashs or dreams, it sounds like Im just a girl that got involved too much with the book. But theres something more: I have always been angry...about anything. I have this angry feeling inside...that makes everything seem like a fight. Like Im always having to fight...everything and everyone. In the middle of this confusion...I got myself thinking "What if Im always mad becoz I died fighting for something I couldnt get..I coudnt accomplish...and It was a terrible death?" "What If I died in Culloden, believing in something impossible..and now Im mad?" As I said..I dont know nothing about reincarnation..how it works...but It just seems logic to me.

This subject comes and goes in my mind and tonight I decided to read informations on how could I know if is real and if Im right. Im too scared to try the regression therapy...and since I was raised catholic Im kinda insecure to go deep in this...but its bothering me. What will change in my life to find out that I died in Culloden? Anything? Is it really worthed? What If Im just too involved with this fantasy? It bothers me so much that here I am, in a reincarnation forum at 2am.

I dont know if anyone can help me here..or If I actually want to...I just felt like I had to talk about it...to someone that felt the same way.

Thanks for the attention and Im sorry for the mispellying.

Ps. Im still on book 5 of Outlander so no spoilers please.
 
Hi Arezzo

Welcome to the forum.

No, I don't think it's just the book that has sparked your imagination. It think it is the book that is giving you flashbacks.

But theres something more: I have always been angry...about anything. I have this angry feeling inside...that makes everything seem like a fight. Like Im always having to fight...everything and everyone. In the middle of this confusion...I got myself thinking "What if Im always mad becoz I died fighting for something I couldnt get..I coudnt accomplish...and It was a terrible death?" "What If I died in Culloden, believing in something impossible..and now Im mad?" As I said..I dont know nothing about reincarnation..how it works...but It just seems logic to me.

Strong feelings like this are a sign that this is not your imagination at all. Memories are stored in our emotions. Trust your intuition. It could certainly be where this feeling of anger comes from, just as you say. You're the one who really knows the answer to that.

I remembered how my favorite movie when I was a kid was Highlander, how I was in love with Sean Connery, how Im always reading about Brittish medieval times and fights (My favorite write is Cornwell), and the funny one..how I always liked men like Thor: medieval, hairy..and my sister would always make fun of it. I mean..between a 2017 Christian Grey and 1743 Jamie Fraser I would pick Fraser no doubt haha. At last...I just found out Scotland saint is Saint Andrew and thats the reason of the cross on the flag. My husbands name is Andrew. Almost everytime Im watching a movie about anything else..something in the movie shows up about Scotland...what is silly but It gets my mind back to the topic...

While it's perfectly logical to have a crush on Sean Connery (who doesn't) these things all coming together for you are past life memories trying to get to the surface. It's not silly at all.

You don't have to do regression, certainly not straight away. One of the easiest and best things to do is start keeping a journal. Just get a nice little book and start writing things down. Even if it's only a few words. Let your thoughts wander where they want. Just write it down without wondering 'is this right? Is this my imagination?' Let it flow like a river, without trying to control it.

Sit quietly. Draw a picture of the Scottish flag. Listen to Scottish music. Think about it makes you feel. Why do you think that might be? Maybe nothing will come. Maybe something will come the next day. Just write it down.
 
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Hi, Arrezo! I wouldn't be surprised if I fought at Culloden in a past life. I know I fought for the Jacobites in the '45-'46 uprising. I'm pretty sure I survived the war but I had to flee the country. I was very bitter about it. These memories came to me from listening to Scottish traditional folk music. I was around 12-13 years old when these memories came to me, however.
 
Thank you for sharing Arrezo, I'm not familiar with many of the things you spoke about other than Braveheart. There was a definite"stirring" inside of me from that movie.
 
Thank you for the replies, Im feeling like Im not the only one and now Im more calm about whats next. I will try the journal tip and see if something pops up. Ive read other topics of the forums and I will also look for the books you all sugested. I think Im ready for another step.

KenJ, when I saw Braveheart I felt anger. I can't stand the end of William Wallace and his dream...and Im not talking about if Mel Gibson was good or not..but about the history. It happened around 1300 and If im not wrong was the 1st strong try of independence. Culloden was in 1746 and was the last strong one (Military anyways becoz Scotland chosed to be part of UK in 2014) What I felt about Culloden..sadness...despair...I didnt feel about Wallace..so maybe you lived around 1300 time.

I wonder wich feelings the rest of the novel books will bring me. Thanks again everyone!
 
You know, Arezzo, there's a guy who used to come on this forum from Rio de Janeiro. His username was "Charles Stuart" and he claimed to be the reincarnation of Bonnie Prince Charlie. He wrote this book which I thought was pretty good: Descendant of Kings
 
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