There is something going on with me and Scotland that I don't fully grasp myself as yet.
Lately, I keep flashing into Scotland, during a period some 300-400 years or so ago. Some of my earliest (in this life) past life memory experiences are from that time and place. Indeed, my first ever post on the forum was on that subject.
I grew up remembering things. At first, when I was very small, I never questioned it. It just was what it was. I noticed before long though that certain behaviour was considered odd and learned to hide it.
For example one time when I was about four or so I was at a party with my parents and some Scottish music came on the stereo and I just knew how to do it, and started dancing - I knew how to hold my hands and how to do the hopping on one leg thingy they do.
My parents' friends thought this was very cute and asked my parents how long I had been having lessons. My parents were a little dumbstruck (I still remember my mother's expression a mixture of confusion, pride and fear) as I was not getting lessons of course.
My feet just knew what to do and it was fun and up I hopped and started dancing around gleefully because I heard the music and it was irresistible to me - one fist on one hip and the other hand in the air. I remember thinking rather regretfully that I wished I had a kilt and proper shoes instead of my party shoes which made it a bit hard to do it properly...
This is another one I wrote fairly early on describing another Scottish experience:
...I remember being at the Royal Agricultural Show (like a County Fair for my American friends) and seeing a parade of bagpipes going around the arena and I could recall a battle scene in old Scotland, blood, smoke, screams, etc. and of course, the pipes brought it all back vividly to mind. I would have been about 5.
Last night I was sort of meditating on this experience and I remembered looking at my mother with big eyes and asking something like "Mummy, did you have bagpipes in the war?". She looked at me a bit oddly and said "No darling. That's a funny question"....
I have remembered various (mostly quite disturbing) battle scenes from that time, which I don't need to trouble everyone else with (just take my word for it). But I haven't been able to get any further into this particular Scottish life. As is often the way, it feels as though it is 'on the tip of my tongue' but I just can't get to it. There must be more (there always is) but I don't know what it is.