Impressions of this past life below are again all from the regressions almost five years ago. In the gap between then and now either none came to me because I had so much other things on my mind (and I believe you have to be open for the impressions to come) or I let them slide for the same reason.
To keep them genuine, free of any 'inventions' I might come up with while posting them, I'll post them word-by-word as they were written down in my journal on the day they came to me.
- A small town of the 'Wild West' sort. The main street is basically a wide dirt road with big houses on both sides, there are children playing, people walking by, they greet me as they pass. The street off the main one is where my home is. On the corner where those two join is a big 'establishment' of some sort. Could be a tavern. (While I said that I will refrain from commentary in this, I have to mention that I've always had Virginia associated for a location)
- Scene of violence. (That's all that I have written down, and I'm not sure I remember what exactly it was. Again, I don't want to invent stuff, but I get a feeling it was a fist fight in the street)
- I'm a young girl perhaps named Katrina*, possibly 18, dressed in a black/dark blue simple dress with white apron. My father smokes a tobacco-pipe. Mother wears a kerchief on her head, she is very thin, looks exhausted from hard work. Younger sister, possibly 16, is blonde, for some reason restlesness associates with her.
- Me and my older brother work in father's pharmacy. I get impressions of a couple of clients, first is a very old woman, then a young man, with whom I flirt a bit and get teased by my brother because of that.
- There's a commotion of some sort outside. I stay in the pharmacy, my brother grabs a rifle and runs off. There's a definite sense of panic.
*Though I wrote it down as it is in my journal, while reading this few days ago I got a feeling that it's not quite right. I said the name to myself few times, then few variations (Carina, Carrie-Anne to name a few) and finally found one that stuck - Catriona/Katriona. Somehow I knew that it was either Scottish or Irish and a simple check proved that right.
What puzzles me on this life is the nature of the aforementioned commotion. I wonder if town raids by gangs were common enough for a pharmacist to keep a gun and jump into action whenever it occured. I also wonder how come me and my brother could have worked in a pharmacy. Didn't it require many years of preparation and learning about the pharmaceuticals? After all it's not like running a simple shop.
To keep them genuine, free of any 'inventions' I might come up with while posting them, I'll post them word-by-word as they were written down in my journal on the day they came to me.
- A small town of the 'Wild West' sort. The main street is basically a wide dirt road with big houses on both sides, there are children playing, people walking by, they greet me as they pass. The street off the main one is where my home is. On the corner where those two join is a big 'establishment' of some sort. Could be a tavern. (While I said that I will refrain from commentary in this, I have to mention that I've always had Virginia associated for a location)
- Scene of violence. (That's all that I have written down, and I'm not sure I remember what exactly it was. Again, I don't want to invent stuff, but I get a feeling it was a fist fight in the street)
- I'm a young girl perhaps named Katrina*, possibly 18, dressed in a black/dark blue simple dress with white apron. My father smokes a tobacco-pipe. Mother wears a kerchief on her head, she is very thin, looks exhausted from hard work. Younger sister, possibly 16, is blonde, for some reason restlesness associates with her.
- Me and my older brother work in father's pharmacy. I get impressions of a couple of clients, first is a very old woman, then a young man, with whom I flirt a bit and get teased by my brother because of that.
- There's a commotion of some sort outside. I stay in the pharmacy, my brother grabs a rifle and runs off. There's a definite sense of panic.
*Though I wrote it down as it is in my journal, while reading this few days ago I got a feeling that it's not quite right. I said the name to myself few times, then few variations (Carina, Carrie-Anne to name a few) and finally found one that stuck - Catriona/Katriona. Somehow I knew that it was either Scottish or Irish and a simple check proved that right.
What puzzles me on this life is the nature of the aforementioned commotion. I wonder if town raids by gangs were common enough for a pharmacist to keep a gun and jump into action whenever it occured. I also wonder how come me and my brother could have worked in a pharmacy. Didn't it require many years of preparation and learning about the pharmaceuticals? After all it's not like running a simple shop.