March 14 this year, Im curious about an IP pin which mysteriously places me in Maryhill at a location I've never been to in my life. I drop to Streetview and look around,....then I look at the house and all of a sudden I think - "Scissors & String!!!!" I asked her for scissors and string so I could attach something to the driveway gates!? Hang on - we used to climb through a gap in the wire fencing, clamber down the Embankment and cross the railway line. How do I know the name Sandbank St??? Oh! Lyndale Place, the bridge - OMG - well by the time I remembered TWO SHEDS! I was almost vomitting with excitement. Memories seemed to be pouring out of me and they felt kinda wierd. Like you were looking at yourself through a thin voile. I truly cannot write down here everything as there is way too much but essentially I am very sure that my Past Life is connected to Cameron McCauleys. I'm going to be very smug if the family had a dog with a poncy 3-syllable name like Marmaduke. Years ago I woke and was lying in bed with my eyes open when I suddenly experienced a sensory memory of being run over! Some years later a total stranger (never seen before, never seen since) approached my work van, leaned in at the open window & to my surprse said "I got the wedding invitation thanks, I picked it up at No._" I didn't know him or which address he was talking about, I thought he had me confused with someone else, until this year when on March 14 (a significant Historical Date given who I remember visiting with my friend, a Mrs Johnston at 11/13 Kilmun St which was of course fully destroyed in The Clydebank Blitz making it rather hard for me to have visited her after that year. The BLITZ began on which night? March 14 1941); What I soon realised with a certain amount of emotional shock was that Past Life memories were being unlocked & I suddenly found myself significantly linked to Barra and to a family in Maryhill whose house I remember living at and who, according to 1930-60 GPS Directories were called Robertsons. I now have two sets of Childhood Memories which I can tell you is a wierd Dr Whoey feeling. What I don't believe is that "all this" is really a matter for public consumption in a sense that there's something very Personal about this & nobody whose smart wants to be turned into "A Case" so I'll be sharing info but choosing my words carefully. The Barra property I'm linked to is also a white cottage (attic converted to 2 levels after 1960 I think) with rockpools & sight of the beach the planes land on. Cameron's now a young man with no need for disturbance to his peace of mind so I'll be dealing with my memories & what I may have to do about things, mostly by myself and ask anyone reading this to RESPECT my wish not to end up in a fricking newspaper article. It's clearly not because I want to shut others out, but because, until you have a solid footing of certainty it's better not to invite potentially antagonistic commentary.
I immediately remembered hiding something for safekeeping in the garden. I know exactly where it is & I don't think anyone else would find it if they seached for years. I know where a hiding place for a special? house key is, I know there's something lost in a grass verge on Barra and something else is hidden? inside a shed. I know of an unidentified item stashed in an outbuilding also on Barra. I know of a 1935? Gas Explosion in Maryhill & suspected connectivity with my mother from this life (d. 2012) who I believe was also close to me in that life. I've also very recently found a 1940s? photo of schoolkids with a lad who's the spitting image of 6yr old Cameron McCauley; He's standing beside the only child bearing very close resemblance to one of my closest relatives, the same one I've already told Norma that Cameron is growing up to look a lot like. A coincidence too far for me. Cameron did say he was called Cameron in that last lifetime, BMD shows a REV Arthur Cameron Robertson born 1937. He also said his parents read to him from The Bible. Perhaps back then at the same age he looked exactly like he does today. Even as I consider the possibility of a Church Minister connection to a wedding, I know that I too am destined to visit Barra......but definitely minus the film crew!