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Sephira Jo

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Hi! I'm not sure how to start this, but after some discussing some stuff with my boyfriend (who remembers most of his past lives, the jerk ^-^) We figured a few things out about posiblities for mine, we mostly went off of ingnored childhood memories. (i think i remembered all this stuff fully when i was a kid, but mom and dad never, ever belived me. . .so i evetally stopped telling them about it

The first thing I ever remember saying is "I want to go to Tokyo" or "I have to go back to Tokyo!" I said this when i was three years old. . .i didn't have any way of even knowing where japan was. . .in fact that was the first thing mom asked me "Do you even know where that is?" she was laughing when she asked that. . .I remember nodding and smiling and I think I said it was home.

I also have an huge fear of light flashes. Lighting scares the hell out me not the bolts, the flashing. (i can watch lighting if the bolts are well defined and its not
noisy, in fact i think its pretty.)

My fear of light flashing is so bad, I cant force my self outside even if i can't hear thunder, and I hate clubs with stobe lights, espicaly white and green. (I had to leave a party one year because all they used for effects where white and green laser flashes)

I also don't like leaving home without my family for any reason. Every time I got sent to the farm to be with my grandparents (with out my mom or dad) i would go absolutly nuts! Even now, I don't like traveling if my friends aren't nearby. . .I can't go out and enjoy myself, if I'm by myself. . .I'm always afraid somethings going to happen to me or my faimly. I'll be the first to admit thats really pathictic, but its true.

In a way, I wish mom and dad had listened to me as a kid. . .maybe this stuff wouldn't bother me so much if they did. . .

Any way. . .then there was something that happened when I went to the UN in New York. They have a satute there from Hiroshima that was pulled from the rubble after the atomic bomb was dropped there. . .I couldn't even look at it. . .I think I have a photo of me
crying. . .or starting to cry when I'm looking at it. . .and the statue was really
familar too. . .

(giggles) As I'm writing this a song called "We Belive You" from sailor moon has just started playing. . .I hope its a good sign ^-^

Any way. . .besides that, I've always had a very hordenous fear of dyinging and not knowing I'm dead. There have been times when I've waken up from nightmares only to repeately check for my heartbeat and go nuts making sure my body is still there.

Given all of that my boyfriend and I have started to think that I must have died in Hiroshima, when they dropped the atomic bomb.
(and i must have been pretty **** close to ground zero to harbor a fear of dying and not knowing it. . .)

We figure that and not a Tokyo bombing simply because if you died from a bombing in another japanese city, you'd be more likely to die from fire, than a flash of light. All the buildings were made of wood, and the bombs dropped on Tokyo started fires. . .

It actally makes sense of a dream I've been having since I was a kid, being in a little girl in an asian city. ..and then everything lights up and disapares.

And I've always been drawn to japanese culture. Right now I'm a rabid fan of anime and manga. . .a real otaku. ..
I learned how to use chopsticks really quickly. . .at first i was frustrated that i couldn't use them right away. I remember telling my Kindergarden teacher "I's supposed to be albe to do this!! I Shouldn't havfta learn!"

Before I remembered this fully I even went out and bought a kawaii blue kimiono with a matching purple obi. I was so happy to have one! (then my mom washed it at home instead of having it dried cleaned. . .i was so mad!! i'll never be able to find a nice one like that in MN agian.)

If you couldn't tell, I'm now trying to learn a little bit of japanese, and my ultimate goal is to go back to Tokyo some day. I want to wander the gaurdens and go to the four foudo. I also want to watch every one get drunk with the sakura. Just
to see it agian. . .

any way. . .i'm sure i've bored enough of you by know. . gomen nasai!!

Oyasumi Nasai
 
Hi Sephira...

I also had a past life in Japan. I have very vivid memories of myself as a little girl, running barefoot between burning wooden buildings. There was chaos and I was alone, terrified, screaming and crying. My death came when one of the burning buildings fell onto me. It was during a WWII air raid on my town. However, I'm not sure if it was during the Tokyo Raid or Hiroshima or Nagasaki, but I too have always had a fascination with Hiroshima. I would love to visit there one day.

In this lifetime, I am also Japanese. I went to see the movie, Pearl Harbor, and during the battle scene, it was very difficult for me to watch. At one point, I got so sick to my stomach that I wanted/needed to leave the theater, but couldn't because we were in the middle row and I didn't want to crawl over people to get out. So I just sat there and gritted my teeth and watched the scene.

I can only describe the feeling as a feeling of horror and guilt, sort of like, "Oh my God!! We did a horrible thing!!!

Sometimes, planes flying overhead will make me uneasy...it might be a carryover from that lifetime.

About the Kimono that you bought and wanted another - I also grew up in Hawaii - huge Japanese population there. There is a store that you might be able to order another one. It's called Iida's. I'm sure they have a web site, but if they don't, I'll be happy to give you their address and phone number (I kept my phone book from Hawaii when I moved to Colorado last year).

Blessings...

Jereldeen
 
Anyone lived around the Bakumatsu (1860s)?

I've had a lot of strange tendencies throughout my life...I have a great liking of traditional Japanese clothing, particularly that of the samurai class-- gi (wide-sleeved top), hakama (wide trousers), split-toed tabi and zori sandals. A certain woman has appeared in my dreams many times since i was 12, and sometimes I can swear I feel her next to me. I've also been having a lot of mental images of battles, of running in the dark with a gun and then a drawn katana...and all my life, I've considered myself a warrior and life a struggle to be won.

Turns out, from recent research and deep thought, I've found out that I was Nakajima Nobutada, a retainer of Lord Makino Tadayuki of Nagaoka. A friend of mine was a member of the Shinsengumi (patrol group in Kyoto), and saw me and my fiancee, Midori, walking on a street in Kyoto in 1863-- a vision I had before I even met this friend. Her drawings of me and Midori match up with my own drawings-- and when I put the picture of myself in 1863 next to the one of myself from 1868, the similarity is frightening..

Anyway...I proposed to Midori on April 12, 1868. I know it was April 12 because that was the day this month where I was answering a question and accidentally "proposed" to my Japanese teacher (in a phrase not too far from classical Japanese) by a slip of the tongue. The war was going badly at that point, and the Shogunate had ended, leaving its supporters to try to resist the inexorable tide of the new "Imperial" army. Nobutada took part in the Battle of Nagaoka in June/July 1868, and was gunned down while charging into battle on horseback sometime around July 8th, at the age of 23.

This is only a fraction of what I've found...if there's anyone out there who's interested, feel free to contact me. Just be sure to indicate what you're talking about in the subject line, please ^_^

--N.
 
recurring dream

nearly every nite i have the same dream i have had it for a long time:

Two people get into what looks like a japanese/chinese boat, i thinik one of the people is me though im not sure and it dosnt look like me but i have a strange feeling it is..... the boat sails down a beautiful river on the banks on both sides are trees as far as i can see, the seasons change so ether there is no leaves on the trees but it is still beautiful or theres blooming flowers or just ordinary leaves all very beautiful. as they go down the river in the boat one person plays the flute and the other one sings this song, i no the words even now, the arive at thier destination and climb out the boat. the serecry is beautifull there are mountins and a shrine, infront of them is a japanese/chinese house with the chinese/japanese charms and dragon statues the gaurd the house, as they walk up the steps to the door and i wake up....

when having this dream a friend heared me mumbling in my sleep
she wrote down the words she could hear and when she showed me them they were japanese!

i have always had an intrest in japan! the culture the language anime ect.. but i never reasurched into it and thought i wouldnt be able to speak japanese even if i tried! so i didnt bother but now im trying to find a class to go to so i can learn!

the words my freind wrote down i found out they ment they wernt a sentence just a group of words like thankyou=arigato, Gekindeska= how are you? Ryu= dragon and some other i cant remember!

i dont know what to think of this dream! weather it means somthing i dont know, i feel it does though.
 
I had a lifetime in Japan, also. It was earlier, before the wars. Putting together the pieces, I practiced zazen during it at some time, and I also was associated with the temple gardens. I have always felt that Japanese women were most beautiful (often the two extremes, religion and women), and I think my current girlfriend--both of us are caucasian/American now--was once Japanese. Her feet are exquisite and small even though we are both 50 now, and I appreciate them!

I was told (without prompting) in a past-life reading that I was a wealthy land-owner in Japan but was the type of person who would work in his own garden. I don't remember that but it's interesting that it coincided with my own intuitions.

Also, I have always had the desire and ability to focus very closely and determinedly on one project. When I was a kid I used to buy Japanese and oriental ornamental things as presents, and was fascinated by them.

Also, when I was a kid, suddenly I got the idea to create a tiny replica of a building, complete with moss and tiny trees. It was uncharacteristic of me because generally I was lazy, but I don't know how many man-hours I put into this, using match-sticks to build the house, etc.

When I meet people I still have the instinct to nod to them, hard to overcome.

Also, when I got interested in spiritual practices around age 19, the first thing I read was "Three Pillars of Zen," and I began practicing zazen.

Not much interest in the modernized culture in Japan. Once I "instant messaged" with a secretary who worked for Fuji in Japan, and I had a lot more interest in the traditional culture than she did ;-).

No sense of how I died in that life at all, though.

Oh, one more thing--I didn't realize there were so many clues to this until I started writing (sorry for the length). In 1993 I had a job putting programs on the air for a small PBS station. I ran the morning shift and recorded a show called "Today's Japan" for broadcast later that night. It was part of my duties to spot-check each recording, but I would take plenty of time on this one! I loved the sumo wrestling matches at the end of some shows--at first everybody thought I was nuts but after awhile I got them into it, too! But when they showed a piece on a Japanese temple garden, I was awe-struck... I think much of my ability in fine-art photography comes from that life.
Steve S.
 
Hello. I'm new to this forum, and I've had at least 3 lives in Japan, two being samurai. The earliest I recall was in the late 1500s in Hida, which is to the west of Kyoto, during which my name was Katsuhaki Kazuma. Does that ring a bell? Just curious. I remember quite a bit from that life, the most vivid memory is being attacked by gangsters, but somehow I survived. I was in charge of investigating the murders and other crimes of the people who tried to kill me.

I seem to remember at that time the boss of that particular sect was called Matsu, who was particularly vicious. The name of the family we served was Anegakoji.

But then in my next life, I was actually the son of my cousin from the previous life, and for some reason I can't wrap my head around he had my sword. Weren't they supposed to be buried with you? I'm confused about that, but he obviously suspected who I was, since he gave me that sword. My name was Atobe Kenjiyo then. I was involved in some big battle then, but I don't remember who against.

I found the Atobe family crest a few days ago, and I remember it was on the shoulder of my battle uniform. Here it is:

atobe.jpg


Does anyone know anything about what the Atobe clan was doing in Kyoto? That's where I was born, but some things I dug up said they were from Kai. Any ideas?
 
Love this Topic!!

I've had many lives in Japan, I feel, and so has my soulmate. I have this one very beautiful memory. I'm not sure if I am male or female. I'm riding a horse down the shore, sometimes stopping to breathe in the salty air and stare at the red sunset. I feel very very peaceful. I think that's why in this life I have zero stress when I'm by the sea and I love it very much. I also have memories of being a warrior. For some reason the name Ikure jumps out at me, but I don't even know if that's a real name, or even a real Japanese word for that matter.

I absolutely love the Japanese culture. My dream is to move with my husband to Japan in the next few years and attain dual citizenship. (I currently live in the United States) Everytime I think about going to Japan I feel excited like I'm going home after being away for a long time.
 
Sorry to get in on this so late, I just stumbled upon this today and thought I'd add that I was Japanese around the 1300's... First life I remember. All things considered, I was pretty rebellious. I ran away in my late teens, but that's a whole story I don't want to get into, 'cause I'm still dealing with having met someone from that time this time around, and I've found I don't like her anywhere near as much as I used to after finding out her current nature. I currently study Japanese and find myself quite adept with it - I can even do that strange l/r sound, and native-like pronounciation comes easily to me. I'm afraid I didn't do anything particularly interesting in Japan, nor was I anyone of importance. But I was there. = )

I will gladly slink off into the background now. :thumbsup:
 
wooden sword

I had a strange vision yesterday. It's kind of repetitive. I was a young boy of 14/15 years old . I lay on the ground. I think I had fallen. I'm irritated because I'm exercising. Next to me on the ground is my bamboo sword. Then I'm looking for my lover, a boy/ man of 17 I think, whose name started with S. I'm desperately seeking the name. It's Souji. His name is Souji Okata . The feeling I have is Japan and the 19th century.
When I see him I feel warmth and at peace.
This " vision" repeated itself two times before. First timewas 1 month ago. I was walking to college then suddenly I saw black points before my eyes and that vision. It was so intense I had to stop and lean against a wall for support. Flashes of colours while these scenes played before my eyes. Then everything was over but not the afterfeeling of it.
Next time was last week. Same pattern but not so suddenly. I was kind of dozzing off during class and it happened again. I forgot where I was and when it ended I yelled "Souji!". Kind of embarassing to yell a name in class!!!:o
This time was while watching Tv.
Who is this Souji Okata? Never heard of him? Even when I think 19th century and Japan it rings no bell for me! In those times was it common for young boys ( 14/15: don't know if at 14/ 15 years old at that time boys were already considered men!) to have older lovers (for example 17?)? I know that men had long hairs. I know that Souji also had long hair in a high ponytail. But was it also common in the Japan 19th century?
Thanks for any insign!
Rynen
 
HI,
I only read a few of the threads and thought this was a pretty interesting topic.

My son, who is now 9 used to talk about a place called Senji that he and his father would visit. We are not Japanesse or anywhere near that decent. His father's family is Ukrainian and I am Scottish and French.
He used to talk about this place and said there were animals there, like a farm. There were hills and also a lake or river, (some body of water) nearby. He was about three when he told me all of this. He made it seem as though he and his family had to watch over the land or the livestock, maybe? I don't know...I wish I had written it all down then.

-Looking
 
Hi everyone. I'm new to this thread, and had a weird experience the other day during a regression. I can remember seeing a stooped old man, dressed in dark blue, and another man who was drinking something from a bowl, looking upwards and laughing. Both looked Asian/Japanese although I'm not sure...it might have been China... :confused:

There were long swords in the regression, but other than that I've no other details. I *do* remember having a terrible pain in the right side of my head, though.

Apologies for rambling, but I've always felt that I've had some sort of bad experience based around this area of the world - I've never had any interest in the far-east and have actively avoided anything about it as long as I can remember. I hope I get some insight soon...
 
The sword

That night I dreamed I was holding a katana in hands. Facing me an opponent. But somehow it felt like my today's mind and thoughts were forced on my past self. Therefore my mind was racing:" I don't know how to wield a sword. Why would I know anyway since I never handled a sword before?"
(true for today's life). Somehow this thought blocked my body on moving the way it was supposed.
Two lives, one past ,one present one, overlapped, two minds becoming one, battling to gaining ground and win the upper hand. I felt a bit fear because my mind wouldn't let me move the right way.
Suddenly I just knew my opponent was going to perform a slash, a one movement slash, one he was known for and it's a deadly movement. My mind then won the upper hand and I forgot about my present life, just focusing on my task at hand. Enjoying the feeling of a katana in my hands once again. The way it was made, the colour of the hilt, the way I place my hands to counterstricke, the stance I took. Joy, exciting, still a faint fear in the back of my mind, but I was back to a familiar place, I was back home. I was myself again without the hindrance of today's mind. I could freely and truly be myself.
Then my opponent ,in a quick movement, underwent the slash and I , more my body ,sensed the potential threat and jumped instinctly backwards in due time. The slash he made went through the air without touching me since I put some distance between us. But I was able to fend off the last part of the slash and counterattack. The fight went on.

That's all I got. I know, I know.. I also just noticed that in several of my posts when something felt very familiar, like second nature in that past life I had used the words" felt like home". To me familiar to that extent means "home"!

And in this post the familiar pattern was to hold this katana in hands again. The feel of it. Instantly I felt reassured that my old self hasn't disappeared but was just lurking under my current personality, somehow waiting for the right moment to manifest itself again and taking its alloted place again. It feels like my present self is a fake one, making me act against how I did in the past and therefore against what's feels right to me.
In this dream what became clear to me is that all this time I was trying acting according to the way I had been educated, but now, to be honest, since recently , my true self is resurfacing again. But I don't don't know how to handle it. Because everytime I think of it or when in dreams my thought is always this following one: " This isn't the right time. This isn't the right century, nor the right place at all. I should not have be born now. I don't even know how to handle all those different things, all those new items, everything has changed so much, and feels so utterly wrong and I feel confused."
( and believe it or not , I mean the modern society, also the Occidental society like modern equipment. Just a common example say television or some others . I know how to put them on , how they work...since I was someone explained it to me when I was little, either at school , outside....but it's more like I use those items just on the outside. Sooooo difficult to explain since when I use my rational today's mind I can't explain why I would feel this. I act just mechanically like a robot, since part of my present mind remains, but my true self wondering how those could exist. Embarassing and disturbing.... I feel like a relict from the past. Somehow not curious, nor eager to truly wanting to understand the present. Like my past got stuck in a foreign world he can't posibbly understand. And were death is makes much more sense.)

And the fact it feels so intense like I'm out of place. The world, the place is the right to the world. But not for me. For those people. I'm the intruder upon a time I can't understand and is so against what I believe in and was taught. It's not a better world. But to me it's as if I had been taking against my will from my old life to be put onto this one. One moment ago I was home and the next I'm ripped apart from it to be placed here, today, a thing that doesn't appeal to me. It's like I'm expected to restart a new life out of the blue while I haven't finished living out my other life. It's utterly impossible to me.

All these emotions of mine strangely are not connected to some event. I mean I have a nice life so this whirlwind of emotions are confusing me very much much and makes me feel miserable and totally out of place. I mean a past life is supposedly there to remember it, to learn from it, or change things. But I ...it feels like I'm the past who got stuck in a present I don't comprehend at all and that I have built a wall around that consciousness until now. Now the wall was smashed down and truth flooded in. Leaving me only with myself , the only self I identify with , well my mind, thoughts, soul, even the body identify with....

So which one is the one who is to leave? My past can't , since it has been all this time my true self. My present one? Can't both coexist? It doesn't seem so. There had been a fragile balance between both until now , but truly the balance clearly tended towards my true self leaving for my present a thin line to convey the illusion present time was who I was. What am i do it? can I even do something? DOes it mean I should be stronger and hold back my emotions, feeling, thoughts? Those just are.
Just hope I didn't scare someone away by telling about those emotions !!! May sound scary though, I grant you that.
 
Hi rynen,

So which one is the one who is to leave? My past can't , since it has been all this time my true self.
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The past life you are speaking about – is a part of you, but it’s not who you are now. Our true self – our essence – goes back to our origins – to the Source. Our “true self” is not based in any one lifetime. We are constantly evolving, changing and experiencing.

Can't both coexist? It doesn't seem so.
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Take a look at this thread: Living all our lives at once

You might want to check out the book The Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot.

When considering the holographic principle – you will see that it IS possible for us to co-exist with our pl selves because every person we have been is a part of the whole.

The past, present, and future are happening in this same "space" or "location" and all time can be found in each moment of time. Physicist David Bohm also noted that the implicate order contains within it all possibilities -- every possible configuration of matter and energy is already contained within the whole.

What am i do it? can I even do something? DOes it mean I should be stronger and hold back my emotions, feeling, thoughts?
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No – to hold them within doesn’t do any good. They need to be acknowledged -- and released. Healing is a process and you need to learn how to work through it.

You may want to check out these threads:

Can the soul "Heal" from past life trauma & fear?

Memories & Healing

Mending the Past and Healing the Future -- Soul Retrieval

Best of luck,

Ailish
 
Bushido and Oriental memories


As I have expressed my personal concerns regarding verification of certain things as they come to me, from the internet, I wanted to ask, if when I get something, such as a place or a name or a word, or whatever, then would any of you be willing to look this up for me? Then you could just give me a 'yes', or a 'no', as to whether it is significant or not. I would just feel better about this.


Last night, the dream I had of waking up in bed as the oriental girl was racing through my mind quite strongly, and in the same manner that 'Tours', had popped into my mind, and 'Boone, Indiana', all that time ago. I had something come to mind as I was contemplating my experience as waking up as this girl - and the word was, 'bashido'. I am just spelling this the way it sounded. I had to find a pen to write this down.


'Bashido' - please, would someone be willing to tell me if this is a Japanese, or at least an oriental word (Chinese, Korean, Thai etc.), and if it has anything to do with Japan (or the orient), or at least young Japanese (or oriental) women, especially if it was rather a long time ago in some other historical period. If it has, then please just tell me either 'yes', or 'I couldn't find anything', but if it is 'yes' - please don't give me any detail! I'm not allowing myself to look this up on the internet myself. If it is a 'yes' then I will meditate upon it, and then we can see if anything I get has anything to do with what you found. :thumbsup:


The temptation to just look this up is great, but if someone could just do this for me I would be really appreciative, and if it's a no, then it's a no. No worries.
 
Hey Draco,


I looked it up. I couldn't find anything on 'Bashido' (other than that it's probably the name of a Japanese computer game character), but I tried to google 'Bushido' instead and it came up with an interesting result :tongue:


Since you don't want the full story (:tongue:) I'll just reply to your question:


Oriental? Yes (Japanese)


Women? No


Young people? Yes (but also older)


Historical? Yes (dating from 12th Century until 19th century)


There were other hits as well, but this seemed most relevant. I hope you get something out of it (if you can't resist, you find the info on Wikipedia :cool).


;) :D
 
Dragon Gong


Hi Sunniva.


I haven't had much peace to meditate upon 'Bushido', although I will try later.


I do keep getting something though, an image, which is a 'dragon gong'.


This dragon seems to be made out of copper, at least, it is made of metal and is pale green (that colour again). It is a long and wavy dragon and hollow right through the middle, and at the front, it's mouth is wide open and from it, sound resonates when it is 'gonged'. I seem to be sat in front of it, and inhaling the resonance emerging from it when it is gonged in order to 'inhale the strength of the dragon', this has something to do with 'chi'. I can't escape the notion of being a formal fighter in some respect, but within a spiritual mindset and context.


I have no idea what this means, or even if I am mixing up notions of someone else with the girl who woke up in that bed - but I'll keep exploring.


I haven't and won't look up 'bushido', as I wish to use the sound of this word as the basis to provoke imagery, and without any influence I may have picked up elsewhere.


The dragon gong vision was spontaneous, as I have had little peace to meditate, but I am curious as to what meditation will bring.
 
Walking in town


I have many things I wish to share which seemed to have come up. But I´ll do so bit by bit. Tonight it concerns a memory about a town.


"In my recollection I´m walking through town, a town in Japan. I wouldn´t be able to tell anyone where it lays or if it´s a really big or small town. I can just say that it appears to be an important one. I´m walking on a main street which is wide and earthy. It´s the 19th century. I have some free time and since I´m curious about new things I decided to go a bit for a walk.


The wooden houses are lowly set. Folk on the street. There among them I recognize him from afar. What gave him away? His way of walking. If you set him next to other people walking the street you wouldn´t be able to tell the difference. It´s just a tiny detail that gives it away for me. But I´m used to watch him closely.


Watching him walking, even just seeing his backside makes me feel comfortable. Gratifying that it is, indeed. It lightens my mood to see him. But I´m also a bit surprised that he is in town walking alone. He seems to know exactly where his destination is lying. So I wonder if he went alone to have some business done, ordered by Hijikata or on his own accord.


A small wind then is rising making me wonder even more how everything is going to end. Will we be able to finish what we started. A feeling of uncertaincy overcomes me, leaving me a bit worried about our goals. Will we truly succeed? Then I see Souji walking again and the uncertaincy is blown away. Somehow we are going to succeed....what a truly nice day today has been I think. "


Thus ends this memory which left me light hearted somehow when I woke up.
 
Good work Rynen. Your memories are always very vivid and detailed and beautifully described.


If you were to look at all these incidents - to take a step back - to take an average - what would you say was the underlying 'colour' of them? What are these things all about? Is there a theme? Are there any useful lessons amongst these events, and their various repercussions or outcomes (when/if known) which might assist you in any present life dilemmas?


For example, to get you started thinking about what I mean; is there a single word? Honour? Love? Fear? Struggle? Safety? Friendship? Courage? Trust?


I see all these things in your stories, but what do you see? You know best. Something to think about. :)


Thank you for your stories.


Blessings.


T
 
Fan Dance


Fan dance


I´m a spectator in this dream.In front of me is a man I´m acquainted with. He´s wearing tabi socks [Tabi: or also called tabi boots or tabi socks are a japanese sock that have a split in the sock for the large toe so that they may comfortably be worn with sandals. ] and sandals, vey wide trousers, a wide overall.


He´s concentrated: He´s starting a dance with a fan. I can´t tell if it´s for entertainment or for some religious occurance. One foot is set forth diagonally in front of the other foot. Since it´s been a month since I had that dream and I didn´t write it down at once I don´t remember anymore if he hold the fan in his right or left hand. I think it is right.


Anyway he is holding the fan downwards, the fan is just a bit opened as if this is the start of dance, kind of a starting pose. A string instrument is playing. The person playing it is using a wooden item to pinch the strings.


The dancer is wearing a sober hakama, grey streaks or maybe black streaks in a vertical way adorning the hakama. He´s also wearing a white hat.


Then, when he starts the dance, he sets one foot in a certain position and so on.It´s carefully placed as if the beauty of this dance lies in the precise movement and therefore in its slowness. He controls every move perfectly. Everything is slow: the movement, the music.


He doesn´t look too happy to perform this dance, bit it´s his duty. A lot of people are sitting on the floor on their knees. One next to each other and in front, almost in a neat square. Seeing the wide hall we are currently in and the way everyone is dressed, him included, a hough crossing my mind: this is THE court, dating back several centuries back, maybe the Heian era.


About the dance itself I´m sure it´s a religious dance, maybe he is himself a priest or just part of the court but for a reason had to perform that fan dance.


Info found on the web:


Shinto religious arts


The traditional religious music and dance of shrines were performed for the purpose of entertaining and appeasing kami, rather than to praise them. Gagaku (literally, “elegant music”) involves both vocal and instrumental music, specifically for wind, percussion, and stringed instruments. Gagaku with dance is called bugaku. Gagaku was patronized by the Imperial Household as court music and was much appreciated by the upper classes from the 9th to the 11th century. Later some of the more solemn and graceful pieces were used as ritualistic music by shrines and temples. Today gagaku is widely performed at larger shrines. The authentic tradition of gagaku has been transmitted by the Bureau of Music (Gagaku-ryo, now called Gakubu) of the Imperial Household (established in 701).


Apart from gagaku there are also kagura (a form of indigenous religious music and dance based on blessing and purification), ta-asobi (a New Year's dance-pantomime of the cycle of rice cultivation), and shishi mai, which developed originally from magico-religious dances and are now danced for purification and as prayers. Matsuri-bayashi is a gay, lively music with flutes and drums to accompany divine processions. Some organizations of both Shrine and Sect Shinto have recently begun to compose solemn religious songs to praise kami, making use of Western musical forms. (See also East Asian Arts:Japanese visual arts and Shinto music.)
 
I know of two lives I have lived as a Japanese person.


One took place during the Hein Period. The other towards the end of the Tokugawa era. I was reading a lot of.. I believe.. Nobu's posts. He knows a lot. But I can't help but find that he is too trusting to those around him.. claiming.. to be people they are not. Unless.. I am mistaken.. in my own past life identity. Either way, I would need the forums help in finding clues.


In the Hein period, which was the rise of the noble class in Japan. I remember living in the capital. I was a male, dressed in traditional garments. I even had an imboshi, that's an odd looking hat. xD .. I think I was a high level artisan. I remember being in a large room with many women in it. I was trying to tell them about painting, yet they where all talking to each other. So I gave up and just started to paint them. xD , I remember there long gowns and that they had painted on eye brows. They had black teeth as well.


The other life I was in the Shinsengumi as well. I remember being in charge of a group. I even remember the attack at the Ikedeya Inn. I remember going up the steps, and ripping through a screen. Some men stood up in shock..people escaping. Cutting people up with a sword. I remember being sick some what, or hurt. I also know there was a woman who was close to me, whom I loved. I was also sent out on missions in secret to kill people. I also feel great tears for Hajikata, Okita, and Todou-san. Those names make me cry when I think of them. I know that's lame. Also towards the end of the Bakufu wars.. I was very sick from what ever was making me sick. I was staying with family, since I had no one else to stay with. But this was my sister's family. My father died when I was young and my mother died too. I ended up dying of my aliments in a fever.
 
I have this memory from Japan, I believe it was the Nanboku-cho period (the latter part of the 1300's) and in a region called Nara.


For some reason a bunch of men are forcing themselves into my house. I (now as Karoliina) have a feeling it has something to do with my husband and they are asking questions of him that I don't know answers to, but also that there's a high-ranking man, who wants me to be his concubine. I can't answer their questions and refuse to go with them, and as a result they brutally murder my children in front of me. This is probably the most difficult PL memory I've ever had this far and is still affecting me so much that I can't imagine going to Japan in this life, for example.


I believe these men were Samurai soldiers, but I can't be sure. I don't know if they would've ever done such a horrible thing.


Karoliina
 
Is wonderful to be here!
I was looking for these specific time and space experiences, yet I think one specific life I lived there is extremely hard to trace.
I can connect myself with that life in a different way than the other lives, I can easily be.
I can feel myself in that time, bring that part of me and share some things that might be of special interest to a very particular group of people who might treasure some knowledge about I was part of.
We might be oral or literary mythology, or there might be a few ancient records at most, that could be taken as mythology.
It's hard for me to tell what era it was, since I would live completely disconnected from the civilization, I was a nomad, having a very particular sense of life
We were part of a legacy of souls with a privileged knowledge, the one we share today on this page and beyond. We were taught, better said -delivered- a specific message, along with the prime of reincarnation/immortality: something had gone wrong and what we might call human civilization would be and stay corrupted for a devastatingly-sadly long period of time. We had to keep ourselves away from any human settlement, or we would inevitably swirl into the loss of power, out of divinity; when connecting our hearts with others, we would be dragged down, which eventually happened to me, but not in that lifetime.
This is not different from what many experience today in some places in Asia, but we would embrace it in a very active way. We'd feed ourselves with the powerseeking. We were warriors, cosmic warrior souls that held the knowledge since the crystal times, Atlantis times.
We were survivor 'crystal body' beings, in full alignments of soul and body, consciously incarnating as soul tribes, in full action as a remaining of an army of light, hidden in the light of the woods.
The sadness was in the atmosphere from the fall of the 'Kingdom' an extinction more than a civilization collapsed. In Atlantis we used to live like insects, natural order would take place, and time and dimensions themselves would all be experienced in a different way, like everdreaming while working in specific tasks and mastering the skills that you would feel you had and love to do.
Flowing in the streams of energy and bio-wisdom mastering dimensional seamings, working on natural simple tasks, we perpetually lived on a state like when you have a great day gardening, listening and singing to some great music and feel like you are so relaxed yet active that you can dive into the layers of consciousness and harmonizing your life and surroundings in a strong powerful way. That's how we lived as a mega community of advanced power, before Atlantis was destroyed.
I can align myself to those super ancient times of Atlantis because of that life in Japan, and that is the knowledge we treasured back then, we had to 'hide' in the woods, for the power resides there, the only absolute truth would be on the woods, the last surviving spaces of reality of our once great community
Then we would live absolutely poured into the learnings of power. The power of the elements. An old master lived and grew us, me and my mate, both males, only for a few years. We couldn't wait to grow, there was no concept of sadness upon his departure.
As nomads, we lived from fishing and trading, we were meeting travellers at times, but we never encountered groups or more than 2 or 3 people, at least they were children. We were a lot like animals and barely speak, yet we had but one big habit of high hygiene with freshwater of the rivers we wouldfollow.
There was nothing in the '3D' that held us in any way, we had no attachments in any way, we were always seeking for power, that would flow on the water, rocks, the sun and clouds. Most specially for me the clouds.
I remember that the most important and powerful moment that there could be was witnessing a sky full of deep dark clouds, fully charged of energy, it was the point when the -heavens- would be the closest to the earth. It was extremely serene and powerful, but with some air of longing, for the memory of extinct Atlantis, but that was the last piece of home living we could experience.
I could describe endlessly many of the 'things' we did, how to do them, yet I have no idea of how would it look from the outside, we were capable of some great achievements, again, not evaluated from the outside, but from what we experienced, we could say we had to become the rocks, water and elements we would touch. It was like submerging into the rocks, we could see millennia in each rock, we would visualize the whole history from the perspective of every rock, in the rock's dimension or frequency.
Taro I used to call him, my mate, though Taro is a short form for many japanese names. I had a relationship with him that I can only compare to one can have with an animal, beyond any human conflicts and relationship tags, he was my family in an instinctive highly advanced way, psychic wouldn't be the word.
Will continue writing tomorrow...
 
China and Poland were the countries I have had the strongest feelings for regarding past lives, since childhood even.
But Japan I have had a bigger affinity to in the recent years, its like I have a longing for something. I see Japanese movies a lot (well, subtitled lol), and I want to eat more Japanese food as well.

Ive read a theory regarding the age you are now compared to the age you were in a past life. For example lets say something huge impacted you at the age of 28 in a past life, when you reach 28 in this life you start to get flashbacks or feelings related to that event. That makes me wonder about my recent Japan interest.
But I cant say so much more about what it could be at this point.
 
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