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Bracca

W.A. HEART

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Hello everyone!

I have recently began researching a PL as the wife of a Scott - I am still putting all the little pieces together, or trying to, and I'll be sure to share my story as soon as I can.

Anyway, I just had to share this much with you - I remembered a name! Bracca was my husbands name.

If anyone has any hint or suggestion, please don't hesitate!!!

Thanks

Love and Light!
 
I'm not sure I should laugh or cry.....


I think I may have got it wrong. On researching for Bracca I came up, first and foremost, with the term "breeches", or pants.


As it happens, the moment that word (which I presumed to be a name) came to my mind, I was thinking of the kind of trousers my husband wore (I know how this sounds, I know...). So it's very possible that my memory produced this word to the idea of the trousers and not of the man that wore them....


I can only laugh. :D :D:D


I also found this:


The braccae, or reddish chequered tunic, was worn by all the Celts, and the breacan is still the national dress of their descendants, the term indicating its appearance, like the Welsh, and Armoric, brech, which signifies chequered.(source: www.electricscotland.com)


I may be on the right track, anyway.... :laugh:
 
It doesn't matter if you confused the word with your husband's name, it's easy to do that when your memories are a bit 'foggy'.


But it's still a good validation if you were unaware of that word, i'm looking forward to hearing more - ;)
 
Tee hee! :laugh:


It takes a bit of practice W.A., as Chris says, to sort through these things. You are definitely getting the hang of it though, don't worry. Do you have any idea what you might have been thinking about his trousers? Did they have a hole? Were they particularly splendid? Did he need a new pair...?


It might be worth doing a little meditation just on the word 'bracca' while holding an image of your husband (in his trousers) to see if it leads to any further understanding. Just be alone some time, close your eyes, take the time to relax properly, put yourself back in the scene ... and watch what happens.


It is possible that it was also his name, or that his name sounded like 'trousers' which might have amused (or annoyed or embarrassed) you at the time....


These sorts of seemingly unimportant details can sometimes add more detail to sketchy memories, as they begin to fill in the blanks of what you were doing, what you were thinking, how you felt about your situation etc. when a certain incident occurred.
 
Thanks for the encouragement, guys!


Hi Chris! Everything is still foggy, it's so true, I'm beggining to sort it out bit by bit now. :o There are lots of things that seem to be coming back to me at the same time, and it can get really


Tanguerra... :)

Do you have any idea what you might have been thinking about his trousers? Did they have a hole? Were they particularly splendid? Did he need a new pair...?
:D :D:D


Oooh this is so rich..! I'll explain: yesterday I was in one of those endless meetings at work, the kind that you had better daydream for about 2/3 of the time or you will risk falling asleep. So I began to muse on my recent recollections of a life in Scotland, going through the atmosphere of the place, the colours, the light... my mind then drifted to one particular episode where I was alone with my husband in my bedroom one afternoon. We had not been married long, and I was very young, and it was actually the first time that I saw him undress in front of me, with the advantage of daylight to allow for details of his clothes to remain in my memory.


They were not splendid, and they didn't have holes either (I'm still giggling :D ...) - they were probably the first trousers I ever set eyes on. I remember them in fine detail, they were kind of yellow white (Laura Ashley's catalogue would call them "cowslip", I guess :cool), and the fabric was not smooth, but nowhere near coarse either. They reached down to his knees - closely fitted just under the knees and at the hips. Just below the waiste they had a sort of double cord (sp. ??) to tie them.


The fabric was thin.


At this point the word "bracca" surfaced in my mind, and I naturally assumed it was his name. But I am really more inclined to the trousers association.


Braccae were an early trouser-like garment worn by the ancient Britons at the time of the Roman Invasion.


Braccae were typically made with a drawstring, and tended to reach from just above the knee at the shortest, to the ankles at the longest, with length generally increasing in tribes living further north (source: Wikipedia) - I have just read this, and I am delighted that it describes exactly what I remember.:eek:


Yes, I guess I am on the right track!!!


I am researching lots of fascinating aspects of old nothern europe's history and I get that queer feeling that I'm near something important. You guys know what I mean. ;)


I'll post as soon as I have learned more!
 
Well, that's a great validation and very interesting too.


If they were the 'first pair of trousers you had ever seen', it indicates that you were probably of a different class and or culture to him, which might be important to the 'story'.
 
I am glad you figured it out so quickly.. I am reflecting where we would be without the world wide web eh??


It is amazing the things we do remember!!! .. Do you think a reason you are drawn to this time in your lives , is because of this person as your then husband?? Or does it give the setting for a foundation to figure out the future part of this life?? I think it is important to look at regression for what it can give you in soul growth in the now.


I find myself I can get stuck in the "wrong" part of the memory and have learned to try and keep myself open to the real lessons. This can happen in the good as well as the bad memories. Some things can remain a hook that unless we are willing to work at getting over, can drag us down.


Here is an example in my regression work that comes to mind.


I had a wonderful memory about my wedding day to a man in this life .It felt exactly like my initial meeting with this man this life. We kissed breifly and giggled away , just like we were together on that sunny wedding day.


I also had another memory from that life where I see now was something that years later gave me some opportunities in this life. It felt like that memory of being with the women, was also important. BUt I got stuck on thinking about this man .


In this memory everything was reasonably good between us.. ie no abuse.. we both had positive social lives. , but our communication skills were awful . I could have become a lonely person had I been born into a different society, as it really was just that weddding day that was the high of our life together. We did not grow in our relationship in that life .


It was important for me to remember this part of that life as a woman who loved her life working for her community. Fortunately I lived in a nice community in England, where I got involved with some local ladies . It was through this connection I got the supports to grow and learn. This memory of being able to grow wiser was the most important part of that memory.


When I first had the memory , I ended up spending too much time what feels now like trying to recreate that wedding day feeling.He also was doing the same thing. We were both stuck in our past. The relationship did not last long.


But the women who I received more love from , have reentered my life in a food buying club . I can see how we have picked up where we left off... and we are feeding each other spiritually and learning.


soulfreindly
 
If they were the 'first pair of trousers you had ever seen', it indicates that you were probably of a different class and or culture to him, which might be important to the 'story'.
Could be. My first thought was that I had always lived among women in my father's court. I had no brothers, and obviously I had never looked upon my father's breeches either. So, even if that particular article of clothing was not new to me (it didn't really feel new), it was completely different to see it on my husband's person, if you know what I mean.


It is also possible however, that I was of Roman origin - Roman men did not wear breeches (in fact, some say that the romans called the ancient Britons "braccati", because of their habit of wearing trousers). To support this possibility there is also the fact that the word "bracca" is of Roman origin too, although it was later imported into germanic languages. Hmmm.... I have to work on this....

I am reflecting where we would be without the world wide web eh??
Soulfriendly, you are soooo right - in an hour I managed to gather information that would have taken several days to find, before the net was available... :rolleyes:

It was important for me to remember this part of that life as a woman who loved her life working for her community. Fortunately I lived in a nice community in England, where I got involved with some local ladies . It was through this connection I got the supports to grow and learn. This memory of being able to grow wiser was the most important part of that memory.
When I first had the memory , I ended up spending too much time what feels now like trying to recreate that wedding day feeling.He also was doing the same thing. We were both stuck in our past. The relationship did not last long.


But the women who I received more love from , have reentered my life in a food buying club . I can see how we have picked up where we left off... and we are feeding each other spiritually and learning.
This is lovely, thanks for sharing! - I can understand what you mean exactly. It is easy to be "fascinated" by a certain part of a memory instead of focusing on the things that may be less impressive, but more important in the long run.


In my case, I don't think that this memory has anything to do with my present husband (but I may be wrong).


My memories of this particular PL seem to be very self centered, in the way that I was almost a spectator of my own life back then. I think I was a very passive person. My life was not very demanding either, everything was easy. I was the single child of some kind of king, who was a very loving and protective father. I married a decent man who loved me (and whom I loved back). I don't think I lived long either, although this is still very blurry.


Come to think of it, I don't remember my mother in that life - or missing my mother either. I must have been quite young when she died. Curiously, after the birth of my child in that life I can remember nothing more. It feels like I am suddenly "not there" anymore. However, it doesn't ring traumatic either.


My present mother is a prominent person in my life, in many ways. Altough I am a grown woman, she still feels the need to guide me (Who can blame her... :o ). Maybe this time she is around and trying to make up for other times when she might not have been.


On the other hand my father is a bit of an absent person in my life - while on that other life he was nearly everything to me, as if he could shape the world and the things that happened, as if nothing could exist outside his view.


This father I now recognize as Gwydion, who has been with me before in other roles, and that presently has "come back" into my life, in a weird way....


For the time being I am still trying to learn all I can about this life, the circumstances, the motivations behind my actions and feelings.


One thing I have realised so far is that being a woman in those days was very restrictive - it makes many of the things we women take for granted today seem quite important - the little things, like people expecting you to have an opinion on something. Back then, it feels like nothing much was expected of me. In itself, this is a lesson already. :)


I have some more recollections that I'll post later, to illustrate what I mean.


I have rambled like crazy, I didn't mean to be so lenghty.... :o


Thanks for listening!:thumbsup:
 
W.A. HEART said:
My present mother is a prominent person in my life, in many ways. Altough I am a grown woman, she still feels the need to guide me (Who can blame her... :o ). Maybe this time she is around and trying to make up for other times when she might not have been.


On the other hand my father is a bit of an absent person in my life - while on that other life he was nearly everything to me, as if he could shape the world and the things that happened, as if nothing could exist outside his view.


This father I now recognize as Gwydion, who has been with me before in other roles, and that presently has "come back" into my life, in a weird way....


One thing I have realised so far is that being a woman in those days was very restrictive - it makes many of the things we women take for granted today seem quite important - the little things, like people expecting you to have an opinion on something. Back then, it feels like nothing much was expected of me. In itself, this is a lesson already. :)
Hi/


Thanks for sharing . I relate very much to your perspectives on this life.. the contrast of how womens roles have changed. You can read about it in history books but when you actually experience it as in the real through a past life , it really sinks in how social morays and cultural limits can affect on us.


I respect how you have taken and learned how people's characters are molded by our past life roles. IN your case, having had a mother who could not be around in the past is now trying to make up for it . THe fact that you see this dominance with empathy is lovely. I have a dominating mom , and still am looking for that understanding to forgive and leave things in that past.


And your Gwydion reminds me of a past life relation who was with me alot , who I struggle with in terms of is he or isnt he that someone extra special. THe more I work on understanding our times together and other parts of my past lives , the more I am growing. And I see the same in him, although I do not think he is aware of our past lives. So even though we are not together , we seem to be in tune and are growing together.


I see regression work as a tool I have this life , to work on relations even though from a distance. I do not beleive you always have to be together as you are not with Gwydion, to be working at relations. I beleive in long distant communication with the living and the dead.


Looking forward to hearing more of your story.


soulfreindly
 
Just a funny little aside - the other day X and I were watching a documentary about Ancient Rome. (He is fascinated by Ancient Rome.) I remember having at least one life as a Roman Legionary but I don't remember him being part of that one in particular, although I have a 'feeling' he might have been one of my officers or similar, I don't think we knew each other all that well or anything.


Anyway, in the documentary the men were wearing trousers in a reenactment - which obviously is quite wrong. I was about to say something, but I thought better of it, as the whole reincarnation thing a 'no go zone' for conversation at the moment with X, but it made me smile anyway thinking of W.A's little story. :)
 
Hi T.!


The whole thing with reincarnation is we start to look at everything in a different perspective... Isn't it strange (ok, not so much, but it's supposed to be! : angel) for us to watch documentaries about Ancient Rome and go hmmm, no I don't remember that, it wasn't like that, they got it wrong...

I was about to say something, but I thought better of it, as the whole reincarnation thing a 'no go zone' for conversation at the moment with X, but it made me smile anyway thinking of W.A's little story.
I have had to hold my tongue a couple of times too! :D


BTW Tanguerra, do you remember a lot of things from your Roman lives? You got me curious now :rolleyes: ....
 
Yes, I often get frustrated with movies and things when they have the historical details all wrong. It just looks silly to me, especially when I see actors and stunt men prancing about pretending to be sword fighting. But I know there are all kinds of OH&S rules about actually chopping up extras!


All I have of my own experiences in Ancient Rome are a few flashes. I was a soldier in the army - nobody special or famous or anything. I was maybe a sergeant or whatever the equivalent was then. I had dozen or two men under me. I remember bits and pieces of battles and bits and pieces of events in various military encampments. The camaraderie with the men was very close and loyalty to each other was everything. We did not have much time or opportunity to have much to do with women, so our primary relationships were with each other (but in a very butch manly way!). It's like that when you face life and death together on a regular basis, after all. I was certainly far less aware than I am these days. I was 'just a grunt', just a soldier. I didn't really think much. I just did as I was told.


I remember marching in a parade into Egypt - so that puts it somewhere between 25BC-250AD. That is probably the most vivid memory from that time. It was not a huge spectacle like in 'Cleopatra' movie with Elizabeth Taylor (a very silly and unrealistic film) or the paltry reenactments of such things I have seen sometimes on TV with a dozen or so men trying to portray the Roman Legion - very cheap production values! But somewhere in the middle. There would have been a couple of thousand or so men - quite a large number but by no means the entire army or anything - but I couldn't say how many exactly, other than 'a lot' (I doubt I knew how to count very high back then!) It was certainly a show of strength and precision, meant to be impressive and indeed intimidating, rather than a peaceful celebration or decorative in any way.


I remember seeing the bright sunlight glinting on our golden decorations, standards, armour, helmets and such which had all been polished up for the occasion. It was very hot! There had been a lot of fighting for several years before we got to this point, so it felt very satisfying in a way to be there (like winning the trophy at the end of a very long football season or something).


I know we had not been in Egypt very long and had been camped (massing?) outside the city (for a week or two at least) up until this parade. I get the feeling there had been a lot of negotiations going on with the 'higher up' people, which obviously had nothing to do with me! I know the soldiers had been a bit bored waiting around without any orders (except to shine and clean everything) or any idea of how long we would be there and what would happen, whether there would be any fighting or not etc ... But that was always just 'part of life' back then. To this day I can just lapse into 'waiting' mode just as I have done many, many times before if I need to (not just in that life). While others will get all upset and impatient, I just get sort of passive. I have heard present day soldiers talk about this and nothing has changed!


I remember during the parade wanting to take a look around at the strange streets and people, but keeping my eyes front in the proper way, to set an example to my men, for the glory of Rome and all that stuff - and also for fear of getting into trouble! That's about it, apart from various random memories of battlefield incidents, drinking sessions with one's comrades and so on, which I won't bore or disturb anyone with.
 
I remember during the parade wanting to take a look around at the strange streets and people, but keeping my eyes front in the proper way, to set an example to my men, for the glory of Rome and all that stuff - and also for fear of getting into trouble!
It must have been quite an experience - Egypt was (and still is, I think) a blood stirring place, with all the strange smells and sounds....


I know this offtopic, but your post made me realize that I haven't been able to conjure any memories of previous lives as a man; however, I am sure they happened - there are many things about who I am today that are sure to stem from it. I have this (somewhat silly :rolleyes:) joy in the awareness of my physical strenght... :D I have found myself looking at men as if I could somehow "feel" what it is like to have the benefit of all that muscular capacity - but that's all.


Maybe I should try a little meditation on this.... I think I'll try the bus drive this time. Bubble baths best appeal to the feminine side of me I guess :D
 
No meditating while you drive a bus. :tongue::tongue:


I've posted elsewhere, most of my vivid memories are of lives as men, or boys, as I didn't live very long in some. I have one or two memories of being a girl. My first memory when I was a child was of being a girl.


I wish I could remember Egypt. I've always been fascinated by it, but I have no memories of it.
 
W.A.Heart said:
I have found myself looking at men as if I could somehow "feel" what it is like to have the benefit of all that muscular capacity - but that's all...
That could be the way 'in' for you? Just try a meditation starting with that feeling? Not while driving a bus though! Ha ha Alaskandaughter! :laugh:


It is a funny thing to remember being male I guess but I'm used to it. Roughly half of my memories are male lives and in most of those I was quite often fighting in some war or other (there was a lot of that went on back then of course - or maybe that's just 'me' - hmmmmm?). Obviously at the time it did not seem strange to be bigger and stronger and more aggressive than a woman - it seemed 'normal'. These days I feel I relate very well to men in part because I kind of 'get' the way they think better than the average woman and just feel perfectly relaxed in their company. My close friends are about 70/30 male/female.

W.A Heart said:
One thing I have realised so far is that being a woman in those days was very restrictive - it makes many of the things we women take for granted today seem quite important - the little things, like people expecting you to have an opinion on something. Back then, it feels like nothing much was expected of me. In itself, this is a lesson already.
Some of my female memories involve being very passive and rather downtrodden, as you were saying above. It seems natural just to have accepted treatment, situations, circumstances, and so on which I would never endure for a minute these days. It's just how things were then though. You hardly even questioned it.
 
Tanguerra said
That could be the way 'in' for you? Just try a meditation starting with that feeling? Not while driving a bus though! Ha ha Alaskandaughter!
:tongue::tongue: tee-hee!


I think you may be right, Tanguerra, that just might be a way in. As I was reading your entry I took a while to "feel" there, and some images popped up. I'm curious to find out more about the male side of my soul.

Tanguerra said


These days I feel I relate very well to men in part because I kind of 'get' the way they think better than the average woman and just feel perfectly relaxed in their company.
I can relate to that - of course it is still a female perspective which makes all the difference I guess.


I just remembered my little episode of the Gaza boy:

Then this vision came into my mind, and I was surprised because it was so far from my daily thoughts and concerns... there was this kid, 16 or so, sitting on a beat up old bike, looking over his shoulder. He is very tall and lean, and has curly black hair. Tight curls, shoulder lenght. He has a long prominent nose, alond shaped eyes and a full mouth, a bit heart-shaped. The look on his face is so full of contempt it made me feel kind of embarassed - though I don't really know why.
That was a peculiar thing, because I felt outside and inside from him at once. I could feel his "boyness" (made up word, sorry :tongue:) but I could also see him from my own point of view. Frankly I am yet to know where that came from..:confused:


Anyway, I'm rambling....
 
My first memory was of me being a male to my now female. I have had more memories of being female than male in the past 2000 years. Before that it was more male than female. Knowing my male side has made a big difference in my personal growth.


I think it is important to try and ask for the memories to come in a nuturing progression. For me remembering my male side gave me the needed support as I had a pattern of disliking my female side since 2000 years ago. By remembering my male lives which were always very "normal" and without their drama , as compared to my very dramatic female lives, I gained some nurturing balance to my negative issues.


I believe it takes remembering the good and the negative lives to come to terms with self. For me these past 2000 years was a road to becoming comfortable with both genders.


I had a turning point , I feel in gender drama when in 200 BC I was a Jewish woman who totally resented my religion for not allowing me to pursue religious studies. I died with alot of anger. I can see how that anger remained locked in my psyche throughout the last 2000 years. This life was a journey of getting outside of myself to find the courage to balk the cultural confines I may be born into.


It sounds like your subconcious is maybe wanting to let your male self bubble up WA Heart, to learn something important in your journey..


Soulfreindly
 
HI Welsh! )*(


I'm just curious if you have any updates, or if you have learned anything more about this life?


I know you've had great success with heart-centered meditation ( ;) ), and I'm wondering if you've had anything new come up recently?


It's been a while since you spoke about Scotland : angel


Curiously,


Aili
 
Hello Aili!


:D


Yes I have had some more insights into this life ;) .....


I now remember my husbands name - Eric it was, not bracca... :laugh: I have also been fortunate to remember my children in that life! It has been wonderful to look back to the lovely family I had in Scotland... I had a beautiful loving daughter with a very strong personality.... lovely strong sons... a very wonderful man for a husband and certainly the best father anyone can dream of.... :o


I now must piece things together and get them decently written down, but I promise to share more as soon as I get that done!


I'm curious if any other members have had memories come to them this way? I was thrilled when I realised that the word "bracca" came to me exactly when I was focusing on the trousers (even though I misread the information at first... :laugh:)... I thought it was also interesting as a little validation.


What do you all think?


Thank you


Welsh
 
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