I don't know if this is a past life memory, but I have wondered about it for 36 years. This is a true event and not a dream.
I was driving along a highway and where the flat plains of one state meet the sudden rise of the mountains of the next, I was overcome with a feeling that I was home. I felt compelled to stop the automobile and get out. I found a place to pull off the highway and went walking along this area of grassy plain abutting the mountains of the next state. I couldn't understand this feeling that I was home. I lingered there as long as I could and tried to examine my feelings. I felt that I belonged at that spot and that was where I was meant to be. I think about that every so often.
I would pass through that same area a number of times over the years and I would always feel the same way. Once, when driving the opposite direction, I stopped in the mountains to look down over the grassy plain and contemplate what the heck I was experiencing. It was a very dark and cold winter night (Christmas Eve, I think). The snow was quite deep and I stayed for a long time looking at the lights from homes and communities below. I never understood my feelings about that place.
Now, while reading some posts on the forum, I wonder if that could be a past life memory of a place. When you have such a strong feeling about a place that it kind of haunts you, could there be a connection from the past?
I think it was Tinkerman that had a physical connection to a past life in Kansas, and that made me wonder about this place. He would probably understand a little about this place since it is where southwest Missouri meets northwest Arkansas. Kansas is just a few miles from there and I have similar feelings (although, not as strong) about that part of southeast Kansas. When driving along the turnpike in Kansas, just north of the Oklahoma border, I have the feeling that I need to get off the highway and linger there awhile. It is not like me to do that; I usually drive straight through to wherever I am going, stopping only for fuel.
Also, I was born in Oklahoma not far from these places, but we only lived there a short time on an Indian reservation (I am told). We traveled constantly and didn't settle in any one place until I was 5 years old (in northern Colorado).
It turns out that my wife's family is from those mountains in Arkansas, not far from there.
Reading the posts has made me wonder about the feeling of belonging to a place. Thought I would share that.
I was driving along a highway and where the flat plains of one state meet the sudden rise of the mountains of the next, I was overcome with a feeling that I was home. I felt compelled to stop the automobile and get out. I found a place to pull off the highway and went walking along this area of grassy plain abutting the mountains of the next state. I couldn't understand this feeling that I was home. I lingered there as long as I could and tried to examine my feelings. I felt that I belonged at that spot and that was where I was meant to be. I think about that every so often.
I would pass through that same area a number of times over the years and I would always feel the same way. Once, when driving the opposite direction, I stopped in the mountains to look down over the grassy plain and contemplate what the heck I was experiencing. It was a very dark and cold winter night (Christmas Eve, I think). The snow was quite deep and I stayed for a long time looking at the lights from homes and communities below. I never understood my feelings about that place.
Now, while reading some posts on the forum, I wonder if that could be a past life memory of a place. When you have such a strong feeling about a place that it kind of haunts you, could there be a connection from the past?
I think it was Tinkerman that had a physical connection to a past life in Kansas, and that made me wonder about this place. He would probably understand a little about this place since it is where southwest Missouri meets northwest Arkansas. Kansas is just a few miles from there and I have similar feelings (although, not as strong) about that part of southeast Kansas. When driving along the turnpike in Kansas, just north of the Oklahoma border, I have the feeling that I need to get off the highway and linger there awhile. It is not like me to do that; I usually drive straight through to wherever I am going, stopping only for fuel.
Also, I was born in Oklahoma not far from these places, but we only lived there a short time on an Indian reservation (I am told). We traveled constantly and didn't settle in any one place until I was 5 years old (in northern Colorado).
It turns out that my wife's family is from those mountains in Arkansas, not far from there.
Reading the posts has made me wonder about the feeling of belonging to a place. Thought I would share that.
. And even though I'm not sure I would call it a prayer, I do communicate with the earth and its creatures everyday. To me, it feels almost sinful to go by unaware of all the marvelous things that inhabit this earth. I am an amateur gardener and I have the firmest belief that the health of my plants is in great measure due to my love for them. I can almost hear their feelings inside me.