I posted a while ago that I believe I lived in Massachusetts at the time of the American Revolution as a woman who had an affair with a British officer while her husband was away fighting for the colonies. During a meditation recently, I had two flashes of this lifetime. One was a British officer on horseback. He turned and looked down as if I was talking to him and I heard the name/word "Chimothy". I tried googling this and get nothing. It doesn't sound (at least to me) like a British name, but maybe it is? Or maybe its a place name? The second memory was a bit disturbing. I saw myself as this woman and I was laying in a big bed beside a fireplace. A man I knew was my husband was standing over me muttering. I knew I wasn't really sleeping, just pretending so I could listen to him. He said something like, "I know what you did, Sara." Then he said something about "running you through". This memory was unsettling because I think he meant he wanted to stab me, but the feeling I got was that "Sara" was smug about it, didn't care her husband knew she had been unfaithful, and that he never did hurt her. The weird thing is, I really love this time period.