I thought, seeing as I was getting clearer images at last, I would start a new thread to document everything. The old one, "It's been a while...", will be deleted. Now that I am opening the doors to the past, memories seem to be trickling through and puzzle pieces are sliding into place. Some similarities between my current and past selves include: An apparent lapse in money management - While I haven't the advances on wages that she requested, to the point where a note was placed on her file to prevent further advances, I do seem to like spending! A stubbornness of not knowing quite when to quit - Until her last breath, she was sure of victory and refused to give up the hope of escaping, while I just don't know when to give up. I can't give up, when the going gets tough. Falling hard and fast - She courted the man who would be her husband for only five weeks, before accepting his proposal, while I seem incapable of taking things steady when I meet a guy I like [even if, most times, it's unreciprocated in this life]. After his death, she slowed down and became wary. After the last heartbreak, I stopped chasing after those I fancied. Of course, her excuse for all that was 'it was the war'! Other things of note: A love of 1940s music that causes a desire to get up on my feet and dance, with or without a partner. The spirits seem all too happy to fill in, when a physical presence is absent. An undying love of France that lies under the surface, and a desire to return to Paris that harbours on more than a meagre day trip to the city when I was 7-8 [in this life]. A deep connection to the Holocaust, though having no familial connections in this life. A sense that my past self died young [she was 22-23] An underlying love of fashion. While I can't stand some modern pieces, the ball gowns and evening dresses often capture my eye and imagination. And, vintage clothes! I can't get enough of vintage clothing, particularly that of the '30s-'40s. I can happily sit through French films and music, and sometimes find greater joy in them than English-speaking media. A sometimes tumultuous relationship with the father in each life. A near constant masculine presence asking me to dance, or wanting to protect me or simply accompany me. I call him Harry [who was a companion from the past-life, who was deeply in love with my past self]. A pride for the Forces Françaises Libres and their supporters, as well as the Maquis and their supporters. A longing for rings that have never graced my finger in this life, and a desire to be in my husband's arms again [never married, as stated a moment ago, in this life]. And, a desire to be reunited with Harry [the aforementioned companion], who seemed to suffer after my past self's demise. While there's a lot there, it's not everything. It's simply everything that I can remember, while conducting this post. And, my intention with this thread is to document further discoveries down the line, as I had been doing with the old thread, but I will welcome comments from others! I just felt it better to separate the wheat from the chaff.