Everyday Memories

These stories just warm my heart.

I have a memory of myself dancing around at 13 years of age during the 1800s..I am just twirling and twirling in circles and laughing. I have red curls and I continue twirling until I go outside. The house resembles homes that are found in Savannah, GA.

And that is all I have on that one. I can't remember much more, but that little memory explains a lot and I hold close to me.

Thanks for sharing, Sacramentum. Little memory flashes like that are so precious! :thumbsup:

Karoliina

Earlier on i got a memory from a life that i know very little about. In this memory i was walking along a kind of promenade on a very hot day. I was walking arm in arm with a man on my right, and i was holding an umbrella in my left hand. It was sunny, so i imagine that the umbrella was to protect me from the sun? To my left is a little girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old who i feel is my daughter, but i don't think the man is her father.

Off in the distance, i can see a row of tall, 3 or 4 storey houses, and behind them is a tall smoke stack. On my left i can see what looks like hundreds of boat masts, maybe a harbour, and beyond that, is the sea. There's a small sandbank island with a few trees on it out in the sea.

The man is wearing light beige colored pants and a dark blue jacket, with a small flat rimmed straw hat. I'm wearing a long dark brown skirt, but it's pulled right up so that the waistband is right under my breast. I think i must be wearing a corset, because i can feel a lot of tightness around my waist. I'm also wearing a big hat, that kind of triangular, with feathers, or something similar in it.

The little girl is wearing a satin pink dress with frills everywhere, and her hair is all blonde ringlets and ribbons. I'm sure i've seen her in a flash of a memory before.

Then i fast forward a bit, and the little girl is in between me and the man, i'm holding one of her hands, and the man is holding the other. She takes a few big steps forward, and then between us, we lift her so that her feet are off the ground, then we carry her along for a bit, before letting her down, then we keep repeating this, all the time she is screaming with laughter.

Just before it all ends, i remember seeing a clock tower, and the time is 2.20.

I felt that this was a memory from my life in the early 1800's. I've only had 2 memories from this life, in one i was on board an old wooden sailing ship as a servant girl, in the other one i was a maid working for an old lady in a big house, and i feel sure that i'm in England somewhere.

In this most recent memory, i felt as though i was trying to portray myself as a very upper class person, but not doing a very good job of it..

Chris

That's a great memory, Chris. You'll have to keep us posted on your other findings from this lifetime.

Do any new members have an everyday memory to add to the discussion?

I'll add one from my meditation last month. This is apparently from 1500's Spain:


"Our parents are hosting a big party. Me and my sister have to go to bed, and we are following our nanny to our bedroom through an aisle upstairs. We are wearing white nightgowns, I'm around 4 years old and my sister just a little bit older. The nanny is carrying a candle and is hushing and trying to calm us down, as we giggle and tease each other being tired. She tucks us in, and says that our father will come to say goodnight. We sleep together with my sister in a big four poster bed. We are still giggling and tickling each other. Our father comes in to kiss us goodnight. His beard is p r i c k l y and tickling. He says our step-mother would like to come, too. My sister thinks it's a good idea, but I'm a little cross with our step-mother for some reason, and say she's not allowed to come. She comes anyway and kisses my sister, but I'm sulking so she just strokes my hair before she and our father go back to the party.


We don't feel sleepy and whisper things to each other's ear. Our nanny is sitting on a chair in one corner of the room and does some knitting or the like. In the end she falls asleep before we do, and we sneak out of the room to spy on the party guests behind the upstairs railing. Among the guests we see a young boy we know, and think it's really unfair he gets to stay there and be awake, when we have to go to bed. I'm crossing my arms and announce that I'm going to go and complain about this to our father, but my sister stops me from doing it. It seems I'm going through a phase, when I'm often sulky and pouting, feeling everybody should act the way I'd want them to. "


Karoliina

Being a barefoot young girl sweeping the dust in a dirt yard with a straw broom. It must have been in the south or the summertime because it was very hot outside


From another time, sitting on a blanket next to a stove for warmth with my son son as I was home schooling him.

Welcome to the forum Frieden, and thanks for sharing those memories!


Do you have additional information about these (or other) past lives?


Karoliina

Thank you for the welcome! I don't know anything about the little girl. That was a flash I got while sweeping off my porch outside in this life.


I know a few things about the other one, because I've had some spontaneous dreams about it. It was fairly recent because we had a car. I was living in a co-op style relationship with four other people including the boy. We were suspicious of the outside world so we lived several miles outside of town without electricity. We had a wood stove for heat, and one of the men would make monthly trips into town for supplies. The women and child weren't allowed to go into town (wasn't safe in our mind). The group was kind of like a cult and my only bright spot in that life was the child. He died in an accident and the person who was me killed herself. Very sad.

Frieden,


That is sad , but thanks for sharing. I hope you find this forum a good place to discuss your memories and other aspects of reincarnation.


Karoliina

Yesterday, when I was taking my dog for a walk in nature, I was thinking about the meditation exercise I wrote about in another thread. So as I advanced through the small forest, I felt my mind come to rest and less thoughts invade it. First I was thinking about daily concerns, later I felt I got more concentrated on nature. I was looking at the bushes with berries, wondering when they would be ripe, which ones would be good to eat, I started looking at other plants, as if trying to remember which ones would be good for medicinal use, or for tea, or for food, and I even started looking around for fallen branches of wood, and for a moment I felt sorry I didn't have something with me to put them in, as I felt the urge to start gathering wood (I don't even have a wood burner at home!).


Then - as I came out of it - I realised I had been in a slightly altered state of consciousness, and been thinking like someone from the past, who depended on nature for surviving.


I knew this is not a real memory, but I think it still was an 'impression', a reliving of things I had been doing before - in another life or lives. It is of course impossible to pinpoint a date or period for this memory/impression, since throughout the ages - and still even today - many people live lives depending completely on nature. But I thought it was worth mentioning it. At least it gave me a nice feeling of 'the good old days'....


Eevee

I have noticed that many, or rather, the majority of these memories are based around childhood memories or memories centered around formative moments. Do any of you think that it is the formative memories which make an impression and pass on? Those memories which make an impression due to the fact that they are indeed new and important?


A moment in which a realization or epiphany takes place that adds insight or emotional impact? That it is perhaps these things, regardless of how insignificant it may seem makes a difference in how we see things?

Here's a simple memory from my lifetime as Aurelie in France.

I am outdoors with my children. The nurse has the baby – Louis-Charles – in her arms. He’s about two. I am watching my daughter running through the garden. She’s calling out with excitement at all of the pretty flowers. I watch her, feeling an enormous amount of pride. I hear her calling,“Maman, Maman! Come here!" She has stooped over a bush of roses. I call to her to be careful around the thorns. She is – watching something intently. I go over, squat beside her and put an arm around her, stroking her hair softly. She looks at me – her eyes round and curious, her baby fine hair falling in little curls over her shoulders. My heart swells with love and I secretly marvel again - how beautiful this child is.

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Does anyone else have a memory to share?


Aili

Here is an everyday memory of my past life as Lisbet, from my journal:

We are on the donkey drawn cart, on our way home from the village where we've spent the day buying and selling in the market. There's me and my friend, Margarita, riding on the back of the cart, and my father is on foot, leading the donkeys along the path. It's a very hot and dry day, and the wheels of the cart are throwing up clouds of dust into the air.
I'm sitting on a big burgundy colored cushion, and i'm wearing some new sandals that were bought for me in the market. There's a little, brightly colored, red and green bird in a small cage, he's chirping away and seems to be happy enough, but i feel that he would be much happier if i were to open the cage and let him fly free...but i can't do that, Pappy would be very cross with me!!...


My father bought me a skipping rope at the market, and i have that by my side and i'm very much looking forward to getting back home so that Margarita and i can play with it.


Margarita is sitting in between my legs and i'm playing with her hair, tying it up in ponytails and plaits, we're both giggling because the rocking up and down motion of the cart means that her hair just looks a mess...


At one point in the journey, i remember us stopping to let the donkeys drink some water, and i have a quick play on my new skipping rope. Pappy says something to me about taking care with my new sandals.

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I remember working a field (1904-05) with a team of two horses. It was a cultivator where I sat towards the back. The specific memory comes from regression. I saw my youngest son sitting on my lap. He was about 3 years old. I held the reigns tight and in control of the horses, he held the trailings as if he were in control. In childish jibber he spoke to the horses. And strangely the horses names were pretty clear, Jen and Molly. They plodded on like they were proud to let the little guy be in charge. His wispy, long blond hair feathered my face in the light breeze. His mother watched from near the house, proud yet nervous. I see her smile at the end, as I hand him off. Her eyes look into the depths of my soul, a smile speaks for her, and I drive on to finish the work. It was a beautiful time.


Tman

You have such lovely memories Tinkerman!


During the 'break' I was thinking about how very dramatic, violent and tragic most of my memories are compared with so many others' more peaceful lives. But I did have one life I recall where I lived to be an old woman in peaceful circumstances. I was Italian, some hundred odd years ago and had a large family and did a lot of cooking. I was always in the kitchen!


I was making a meal the other week (this life) and chopping things up and thinking about all that, taking some pleasure in doing a simple domestic chore, and thinking how comparitively relaxed and peaceful this life is (although I do like to play with my big cooking knives a bit - you know balance them on the end of my finger, flip 'em and catch 'em and so forth, as you do). I was making dinner for my friend X who was coming over actually and I remembered cooking back then (even though he was not part of that particular life). I actually changed my mind about what to cook and made up a vegetable salad kind of thing with capsicums (bell-peppers), tomatoes, onions and what-have-you for a side dish to be served with pasta.


I just 'knew' how to cook this simple dish and all the time I could hear the voice of this old woman kind of giving me instructions - slice it this way to bring out the flavour, careful don't burn it, now put the lid on and simmer, etc. etc. Channelling recipes! Go figure. Perhaps I am getting healed. :laugh:

What an interesting experience! I've also "channelled recipes", Elizabethan ones in my case. Suddenly "inspiration" hit me while I was cooking, and only later did I discover that I was recreating an Elizabethan recipe. My "daughter-in-law" (the wife of the apprentice my wife and I had more or less adopted as our son) taught me how to cook after my wife died in that lifetime, since funds were low and my daughter and I couldn't afford going to pie shops and pubs all the time, and I didn't want my daughter, who was seventeen at the time, to do all the work. Besides, I needed something to do, as I had lost my beloved job as an actor as well, and couldn't find any new work for a longer period of time, so learning to cook was a great distraction!

Tang and Rey...your posts brought to mind two movies: Babette's Feast and Like Water For Chocolate. If you have a chance see them.

I haven't seen either, but I'll watch them if they're shown over here. Thank you for the recommendation, Tinkerman!

A wonderful thread Does anyone have any memories of everyday life to add?

Hi


my flashback as a japanese firefighter - it was after a calm day - I am sitting with my mates arround this wooden table - drinking sake - eating snacks and having a good time - most of us have opened already the yellow uniform jacket


Clivia

Thanks for sharing, Clivia


I have a memory actually to share in this context - it's a short flash from my life in ancient Greece, which was triggered by reading the numbers in greek in a touristbook. I am a young girl (16-ish) and I sit on a stone with a much younger girl (3 or 4 years old). Between us are some white stones that I'm deviding between us, thus the counting. It's very hot and the sun is shining. I think we're playing some kind of game.

That sounds really interesting Sunniva


Many boardgames go back to ancient times - originally just played with pebbles lying arround.


Just thought of another flashback of what I call my holiday or fairytale life as it was a very pleasant one in beautiful Denmark sometime in the medieval - I am a young woman wearing a green dress and just running around in the fields enjoying the sunshine - and another one later in the same life sitting close to a fireplace and doing some embroidery

It's not often I hear about past lives in Denmark! :cool I'm curious as to whether you have more memories of that life and what identified as Denmark to you?

Hi Sunniva


I don't have many memories of this life - just that is was very pleasant - when I had the first flashback - years ago I just knew it was Denmark - I have been quite a few times to Denmark - also by car driving through Denmark on my way to Sweden - and inside me it just feels that this was the place.


I was the daughter of a danish nobleman - nobody special just well off and I was allowed to marry my sweetheard as he was anyhow supposed to be my perfect match - so our love and our parents ideas matched. We married had children and literally lived happily ever so after - this is why I call it my fairytale life - though I also know it's a real pastlife memory - as whenever i was in Denmark I just felt great

It is wonderful that not all past lives are traumatic My past life in ancient Greece was also a happy and peaceful one, filled with love.

A couple of random memories from my journals – Kasia’s life in Poland, circa 1860. Simple memories with family members that made me smile:

I am in the room I share with my brother. I am about 2. I am standing in a small, wooden crib with slatted wooden bars. It’s not painted - just plain wood. I can see his small bed across the way. A lamp on a small wooden table next to the crib, but too far for me to reach. An old wooden rocking chair in the corner by a small window. My brother is standing in front of the crib, pushing toys through the slats and saying “Watch, Kasia, watch!” He makes each toy dance and I feel myself giggling. He is much older than me - about 8. I feel I love him very much.


I am a little older - perhaps 4. I am walking through the house, looking for Grandpa. I go outside - he is smoking his pipe. He sees me and opens his arms wide and I crawl into his lap, my head back on his shoulder. He doesn’t speak, and I feel safe and cozy cuddled up with him. My brother Tomek comes out and sits quietly beside him - shortly followed by Mama. I look over and see Mama has her arms around Tomek, her head resting on top of his.


I see myself as a small toddler – perhaps just a little under two years old. The blue-eyed grandmother is holding me in her arms and dancing around the room with me. I can feel a full-belly baby giggle, bordering on hysterical laughter bubbling though me – everything is purely joyful. I am waving my hands as I giggle. My grandmother keeps stopping to wind up a music box. It is wooden – carved with roses. I get really quiet every time she stops to crank the handle, and then start screeching gleefully when the music starts. I can hear my grandfather calling her from another room, “Marushka!” She makes a face at me, calling me "Kaska" and I giggle.

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Aili

Nice memories Aili, thanks for sharing -


Here's a couple of my own random memories:

I was helping my father who was up on the roof of our house and appeared to be carrying out some repairs. I had a two-pronged pitchfork and I was using it to pick up bundles of tied up hay. After dipping it in a trough full of brown liquid, (I don't know what it was, but the smell was gluey and made me feel sick) I raise the pitchfork loaded with straw up to Papi, who takes it and carefully arranges it on the roof. I also remembered taking a small strip of cloth from the pocket of my shorts, and tying it around my head to keep my hair out of my eyes.
Then I fast forward to a more leisurely moment where I find myself perched on my father's knee, with my back to him. He's trying to teach me how to play the pipes, and he has his arms around me, holding the pipes up to my mouth. He's taught me how to blow properly and he's telling me to blow while he slowly moves the pipes up and down for me, together we create a tune which I still have in my mind even now.

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I remembered these things while meditating to the sound of panpipes, they seem to be a good trigger for me personally.

Thanks, Chris - it was a great life, lots of love and a wonderful family.


It's interesting that you remember the tune your Papi was teaching you. That's happened several times to me - one just last week with a Celtic sounding lullaby my mother sang - I can't get it out of my head. Now if only I could find it online! :laugh:

ChrisR: Is "papi" a term that you tend to use in your present life, or is it something "local" to the memory?