The vast majority of my memories are very mundane moments. Doing everyday things or doing hobbies (particularly, drawing). I remember days when the weather was nice and I was sitting somewhere in nature. Or a time I was walking with one of my brothers. I have a tendency to remember these moments. Really ordinary things.
Probably one of the most "exciting" memories was the time I injured my leg during a fall. Recalling it made me jolt, like I felt an electric surge upon remembering, along with a rush of adrenaline. I found that moment of remembrance to be very upsetting because it was too intense. Typically, I try not to recall the injury itself but I have strong memories of before/after the fall.
And I remember quite a lot of people. It's interesting because I can look at portraits of my family, particularly with my brothers and my sister, I can see them in my mind as they really were and I can recognize them quite easily. Like, upon seeing a portrait of my sister, I'll know it's her even if I haven't yet seen the portrait labeled with her name And I can see the expression her face had in life quite clearly in my head, the way she moved, and so on. (It's the same with my brothers)
I have indeed identified who I was (which led to a lot of clarification) but the identification didn't happen until last year.
Before I had identification, I knew the time when I was born. I knew how old I had been during certain events. And, of course, I had all those mundane little memories. Through those memories, I knew where I had lived and had a definite sense of my social status. I knew of my appearance as well...but for years had no idea who I really was.
Last year, I suddenly experienced a wave of spontaneous, intense memory which started because...well, for one thing, there is a love affair I remember (which has not been recorded anywhere in history) and this love affair had a profound effect on me. It has stood out sharply in my memory. So, I decided to write a fictional short story based on it...because the feelings were suddenly overwhelming and I often try to process things like that through writing.
The short story evolved into something so much more. I was suddenly picking up on all sorts of details (my father's death, things that happened to my brothers and I, and so on) and wrote them down. At the end of it, I realized I had enough to attempt verification.
I basically went on Wikipedia clicking on articles for EVERYONE I could possibly find from the time period, going from person to person. For a while, there were no matches (though I recognized quite a few people)...until I found my father's page and immediately...I knew. The family matched with the information I had and there was that profound sense of knowing, for certain, that I had found myself.
As for my lover, it was interesting because I initially found someone related to that person, with an incredibly similar name, who I recognized and stuck out in my mind (I knew that person as well)...but I was really confused by it because their date of death and manner of death was completely different than I had remembered. I thought perhaps I was mixing up imagination and memory.
Just last month, I came across record of the actual person I was intending to find. Very similar name but, this time amazingly, the death information matched...and I knew. I was overjoyed to find this! But, unfortunately, this person has largely been forgotten in history. I can't find any portraits. There isn't much left. That's why the discovery took so long. Really, a miracle that I even found it.
Probably one of the most "exciting" memories was the time I injured my leg during a fall. Recalling it made me jolt, like I felt an electric surge upon remembering, along with a rush of adrenaline. I found that moment of remembrance to be very upsetting because it was too intense. Typically, I try not to recall the injury itself but I have strong memories of before/after the fall.
And I remember quite a lot of people. It's interesting because I can look at portraits of my family, particularly with my brothers and my sister, I can see them in my mind as they really were and I can recognize them quite easily. Like, upon seeing a portrait of my sister, I'll know it's her even if I haven't yet seen the portrait labeled with her name And I can see the expression her face had in life quite clearly in my head, the way she moved, and so on. (It's the same with my brothers)
I have indeed identified who I was (which led to a lot of clarification) but the identification didn't happen until last year.
Before I had identification, I knew the time when I was born. I knew how old I had been during certain events. And, of course, I had all those mundane little memories. Through those memories, I knew where I had lived and had a definite sense of my social status. I knew of my appearance as well...but for years had no idea who I really was.
Last year, I suddenly experienced a wave of spontaneous, intense memory which started because...well, for one thing, there is a love affair I remember (which has not been recorded anywhere in history) and this love affair had a profound effect on me. It has stood out sharply in my memory. So, I decided to write a fictional short story based on it...because the feelings were suddenly overwhelming and I often try to process things like that through writing.
The short story evolved into something so much more. I was suddenly picking up on all sorts of details (my father's death, things that happened to my brothers and I, and so on) and wrote them down. At the end of it, I realized I had enough to attempt verification.
I basically went on Wikipedia clicking on articles for EVERYONE I could possibly find from the time period, going from person to person. For a while, there were no matches (though I recognized quite a few people)...until I found my father's page and immediately...I knew. The family matched with the information I had and there was that profound sense of knowing, for certain, that I had found myself.
As for my lover, it was interesting because I initially found someone related to that person, with an incredibly similar name, who I recognized and stuck out in my mind (I knew that person as well)...but I was really confused by it because their date of death and manner of death was completely different than I had remembered. I thought perhaps I was mixing up imagination and memory.
Just last month, I came across record of the actual person I was intending to find. Very similar name but, this time amazingly, the death information matched...and I knew. I was overjoyed to find this! But, unfortunately, this person has largely been forgotten in history. I can't find any portraits. There isn't much left. That's why the discovery took so long. Really, a miracle that I even found it.
You will find it in Past Life Memories, Under "Childhood Recall", by obstacles.
