Hey there,
I wonder how many here remembers lives in the middle ages?
I have always been deeply attracted to that era and my childhood role plays would always take place in a medieval setting. I wasn't surprised to find out that I have lived several lives in those times.
I invite you all to share whatever memories you have of living in medieval times - everyday memories, flashes, feelings, anything really.
I'll start.
In the 1300's I was a monk. My name was Nikolas and I know that I travelled around a lot from monastery to monastery. What is curious to me is that I also had memories of being involved with a woman. I didn't really expect it since monks are known for their celibacy, but I had an affair with a young girl while being at a monastery, I think in Poland.
One of my first memories of this life was a church ceremony where I spotted her among the church goers. I think the damage had already been done at this point and afterwards she found me and begged me for help, she was pregnant. I was a coward though and pretended not know her (out of the corner of my eye one of my fellow monks was watching the scene and being very suspicious of me I didn't want to reveal anything to him), but I felt very bad leaving her in the courtyard, crying desperately. I felt it was the best solution for both of us at that momet. I don't know what happened to her after that, but Nikolas went on to live a long life. He died of old age, alone in his bed in some monastery while sleeping.
I have more memories that I'll share later on.
So, who's next?
It's nice to see so many people sharing medieval memories :thumbsup:
Hi Elsie - and welcome to the forum
This is a safe place to share, no one will ridicule your memories. To us here, past lives are a fact of human life, there's nothing mysterious about it (in that sense anyway). But of course, only share when or if you feel ready for it. There's absolutely no pressure
@Eowyn: some years ago I also started having some very diffuse flashes and memories of maurian Spain. I feel a strong pull towards that area, the architecture, the time. I haven't got anything specific though and I can't remember them anymore. Unfortunately I lost my past life journal when my computer died a few years ago and I haven't been able to revisit those memories. I think they were triggered by a group of people, who were around this forum some years ago, but I've lost contact with them - and thus the memories.
My name was Kira back then. I was a cold person, I was fiesty, and I was a warrior. My father taught me how to use a sword when I was smaller. We were a poor family with me, my father, my brother Kian, my little sister Venus, and my mother Lucy. Of course I grew up a warrior. I was mainly close to my brother Kian who was my twin, me being older by 7 minutes. I was the big sister and it seemed that he was the only thing I cared about. I protected him, I even killed one of his bullies for picking on him. Our little sister was sweet, she would bring us things she would find. I can't remember my mother, or my little sister much, but I wish I could.
I wish I knew so that I could say I was sorry. Anyways I had black hair with blue eyes. I guess in a way I was a provider but I was so cold back then that I wouldn't even batt an eyelash if I killed someone. But inside of course I wasn't the monster people thought I was, even if I thought I was a monster myself. Before everything got.. interesting.. I met a girl, who is of course my girlfriend in this life as well. We fought. Now let me explain something, Kian at the time was going on about monsters in the woods and I was getting fed up with his whining so I yelled at him to shut up when he heard a twig snap. It turned out to be her, we fough, sshe got me in the leg with an arrow but I kept going until finally I defeated her and carved my name into her skin to show that she was mine. (She has it written on her skin today but it's hard to notice.)
Anyways of course I was harsh to her at first, but something happened for her to gain my respect were not sure what it was yet. But we got to know each other, teased each other, laughed together. It was rare to see me like that. I'm not going to get into any details but we were in a tavern and I payed for a room for us to sleep in, she complained, I grabbed her wrist, she slapped me, and insulted me then of course I broke and called myself a freak and a monster then she apologized. Each time I hurt her she still begged for my forgiveness and I didn't believe that I deserved someone like her honestly.
Anyways about the monsters in the woods. Monster DO exist. Now Im not gonna tell you what monster because you won't believe me if I told you. But it was a demon. It killed my family all except for me and my brother because I stabbed it before it could get to me or my brother. Then we set out, away from our old bloodied home. We traveled and somehow I knew that I would end up being taken away.
We don't know how we died, but we died young. My girlfriend were still trying to figure out if she was there before the demon killed my family or after. And today I still believe that I am a monster and I don't know why. I hate the word freak but whenever I think of myself I can't help feeling like one.
I've had dreams of me and my brother hiding from something. Of a field of the dead. And of me hiding in fear in a house. And another of me running through he woods and falling down a hole as people laugh at me and say there coming for me.
My past lives weren't filled with much happiness, but of what happiness I did have, I'm surprised that I could even feel after all I've went through. Though it doesn't matter, my story is nothing. It's like all the rest.
All I can say is that I miss those times. When me and my brother, who now lives in England me in America, would spend time together. Or when my dad, who is female in this life and lives in Africa, taught me how to use a sword. I have a deep longing to find this demon and get revenge, but I can't do it. Because in the end I know that I'm the monster.