MaritaMari
Senior Registered
I'd like to share with you one of my possible past lives that was in the Middle Ages. But, first I have to tell you how I received the information.
When I was 16, I bought a book about the history of medieval church. I took it with me to vacations, because I generally read history book the was I read novels, especially when they are about Middle Ages (and especially Church).
So, I was reading through chapters and came to the chapter(s) about heresies and Inquisition. It featured 2-3 pages about Cathars explaining all the basic stuff about them - who they were, where they lived, what they believed in (they were dualists) etc. but nothing in too much detail. I must also emphasize that I'd never heard about Cathars before.
Immediately, I felt profound nostalgia and pain for not being there with them. I saw myself in the woods surrounded by men (there were 4-5 of them). They all wore long black robes. One of them stood out and I recognized his as my best friend (in that life, not this one; I don't know him in this one). He also had long, black robe, short beard and was carrying a tall stick that helped him in walking. I saw him in another scene where we were alone and walking through the woods. He was explaining me things in a very warm, soothing way. I considered him my friend and my teacher, someone who would show me where to go and what to do (I believe it was the first time I was in that particular forest). I didn't know my gender (as I never do when it comes to pls), but because I knew I was traveling with those men and doing the same things they were doing, although I was probably a novice, I must have been men as well. I figured that my friend (others were also people I knew and respected, but my friend was more special to me than them) wasn't much older than me even though he was my teacher, probably 5 years older.
I saw another scene with my friend. He was taking me to meet some people who lived in a cottage. I figured he knew them (but I didn't) and he had good opinion about them. We were approaching the cottage from a dirt road, and I saw that these people had pigs in their front yard along with some flowers. A woman was waiting for us on the doorstep and soon her husband appeared as well. They were smiling and they welcomed us warmly. I saw nothing more.
The whole period felt as the happiest period of my entire existence and the profound nostalgia was the result of knowing that I would never experience it again.
When I was 16, I bought a book about the history of medieval church. I took it with me to vacations, because I generally read history book the was I read novels, especially when they are about Middle Ages (and especially Church).
So, I was reading through chapters and came to the chapter(s) about heresies and Inquisition. It featured 2-3 pages about Cathars explaining all the basic stuff about them - who they were, where they lived, what they believed in (they were dualists) etc. but nothing in too much detail. I must also emphasize that I'd never heard about Cathars before.
Immediately, I felt profound nostalgia and pain for not being there with them. I saw myself in the woods surrounded by men (there were 4-5 of them). They all wore long black robes. One of them stood out and I recognized his as my best friend (in that life, not this one; I don't know him in this one). He also had long, black robe, short beard and was carrying a tall stick that helped him in walking. I saw him in another scene where we were alone and walking through the woods. He was explaining me things in a very warm, soothing way. I considered him my friend and my teacher, someone who would show me where to go and what to do (I believe it was the first time I was in that particular forest). I didn't know my gender (as I never do when it comes to pls), but because I knew I was traveling with those men and doing the same things they were doing, although I was probably a novice, I must have been men as well. I figured that my friend (others were also people I knew and respected, but my friend was more special to me than them) wasn't much older than me even though he was my teacher, probably 5 years older.
I saw another scene with my friend. He was taking me to meet some people who lived in a cottage. I figured he knew them (but I didn't) and he had good opinion about them. We were approaching the cottage from a dirt road, and I saw that these people had pigs in their front yard along with some flowers. A woman was waiting for us on the doorstep and soon her husband appeared as well. They were smiling and they welcomed us warmly. I saw nothing more.
The whole period felt as the happiest period of my entire existence and the profound nostalgia was the result of knowing that I would never experience it again.