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Childhood games and past life memories

Sunniva

Sunniva

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Hello everyone,

Inspired by Roger Woolger and his regression exercise I got interested in how childhood games can reflect past life actions.
I know this is something we've discussed before, but let's start a fresh round of reflection :)

Take a moment to reflect upon your childhood games. Have you experienced past life memories that are similar or in any way related to the games you played as a child?

If you haven't thought of this before you can begin with asking yourself these questions:

  • If you think about your childhood, does any particular game stand out? What was it about?

  • If so, did you play this alone or with others? Which role did you play? Were you a leader, a helper or 'submissive'?

  • Were there any specific toys you would use in this game? Which part did they play?

  • Did you play this in a special place? Perhaps a secret place? Or just somewhere private?

Do you see a connection between your childhood game(s) and one or more past lives? ;)


I'll start (if you think it's a bit fragmented it's because I copied it directly from my journal ;)).
This is the childhood game that stood out to me in particular:
I would dress up in the backyard in a medieval looking costume I had, and I would go about a regular business, doing chores that seemed medieval to me. My parents had hens in a gardenshed and I would live in that house, sleep in the hay and use the porch as kitchen. I had a huge iron pot that I used to 'cook' food with. In my game I was a young girl living on my own in a small village. There were about four other places in my parents' garden that in my imagination were cottages and I would visit those, who lived there – in my imagination ofcourse – helping them out and chatting.

This is what I got out of Roger Woolger's exercise:
He told me dwell on this game and go deeper into it. I saw myself as a rather tall, thin girl with ashblonde hair. She was dirty and wore worn, greyish brown clothes. A dress, I think, though looking more like a sack. She lived in a small village, I specifically saw a watermill (this could be a help in dating the memory). It was connected to a house and a small, but strong stream ran through it. I think it was in England. She made baskets out of willow and sold them on a market. When asked by Woolger to hold an image where I felt satisfaction and/or fullfilling I saw from her eyes as she stood in her booth and had just sold a basket. She also noticed someone carrying one of her baskets around at the market and she felt happy and proud of her work.

It's the first time I've seen this girl and this place, but it was very interesting. I have thought for a long time that my childhood obsession with medieval times had to be pl related, but it's nice now to have something that I can base my meditations on.

Does anyone have similar experiences?
 
Thanks, Sunniva, that was very interesting - and congratulations for a fresh memory flash. :thumbsup:


I have to think about my childhood games and get back to this later.


Karoliina
 
Has anyone tried the exercise Sunniva mentioned in her first post? I'd be more than curious to hear some of your thoughts and comments :D
 
Building sand palaces was one of the most favourite games of my childhood. I could build them all day long. And play with them. My "ladies" were flowers (marigolds and roses most often) and "gentlemen" were just sticks. But I loved the process of building itself more than playing with those dolls. Later on I built palaces with computer.


I don't remember the plots of games, but according to the clothing I imagined it is 19th century. I've had some memories from that time - some ladies, new gothic houses, love affairs, peaceful life in the countryside somewhere in Poland.


I've drawn a conclusion, I could be an architect or someone very close to some architect. I feel I was a man.


Name 'Yaskold' came to me one day. I've learnt there was Polish architect Francishak Yashchold. So, Yashchold was his surname. He projected the houses I admire for its style. Though I haven't found any private information about him.


Possibly, I didn't have any family, any children or they were not important to me. Though I feel I dreamt of building the palace for my own and of my own ideal family.
 
Very interesting, Elis - thanks for sharing :) That was exactly what I meant. It's quite possible that your fascination with building sand palaces could hint at a life time as an architect and it's fantastic that you got a name!
 
* If you think about your childhood, does any particular game stand out? What was it about?
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No game itself stands out, but I always played very, very intently. Most little kids will play with toys for five minutes, then get bored and move onto something else; if I had something in my hands, anything, it was the focus of my attention for hours. And I mean hours.

* If so, did you play this alone or with others? Which role did you play? Were you a leader, a helper or 'submissive'?
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I never liked playing games with others, and I still don't particularly enjoy most games. Doing something a certain way because the rules said to always seems stupid. There's so much value in figuring out your own methods.


As for toys and "make believe" games, I played by myself a lot. I didn't mind playing make believe with other, but most kids didn't necessarily take the "make believe" games as seriously as I did. And I took them seriously.


I did love playing with old fashioned toys, and there were quite a few of those around as I grew up, courtesy of my grandmother. :)


Make out of that what you will. I do sometimes think I was perhaps a bit of an activist of sorts in another life, which would certainly explain the "I'll do it my own way" approach to child's play! I also was very sensitive to social issues as a child - more so than most kids, who thought sad news was sad but didn't


think much more than that.


I'm also very creative in this life, and I often wonder if it's a carry-out from another life. Perhaps I was a starving artist bohemian, a la Rent? ;) (I DO love that musical...)
 
I had an interesting game... I would bob in the water at the lake at our lovely little cottage ,, up and down for ever it seems.. It was not until I did regression work that it made sense.


In my regression I remembered having had a near death experience as a 2 year old in this life , I went through the peaceful tunnel they all talk about and met my twin sister which felt very full of love and support. I intuite that I was bobbing in the water to try and recreate that peace in me.. Sort of taking myself to the brink so to speak.. I remember part of the game was holding my breath , concentrating on being under water and holding my breath.


I would kind of think the opposite that I would have a fear of the water, but I loved that bobbing. Although psychologically it was not a good thing as it kept me looking and obsessing about something I could never really recreate if I continue to breath and live in this world. And to this day I do have a problem when it comes to breathing in big breathes.. so there is some lasting trauma from that drowning accident.


At least it provided a place for me to get over my fear of the water. My dad has a phobia about water and I can see how bad it can be.. He would run in fear from out of the rain, not take showers, baths etc...
 
Interesting that this topic should come up. When young this life, I complsively tried to make over old suits of my father into what I now realise were Merchant Marine uniforms. I never understood quite why I did this, but it might be because I was recalling some garbled past life memory.:confused:
 
oh, I love this thread. And I'm so glad I found this forum. Though I feel like I'm "overpostin"g here.


There are so many memories based on childhood games, we'd be here until tomorrow if I wrote them all down but I'm convinced that the clues are all there.


In kindergarten I told everyone that I had a younger brother and I had to be very quiet at home because my brother was sleeping. The kindergarten teachers even asked my mom how my little brother was doing, that's how convincing I was. I don't have a little brother or sister in this life. That one always bothered me because I *knew* that I had an older brother and that he died (in a concentration camp, as I found out later). Also, when I was 11 I suddenly became extremely interested in drugs, not to the point where I would take them but I wanted to know about them, what the experience was and so on. Once, when we were traveling through Berlin at that age, my mom had to hold me by my legs, that's how far I was leaning out the window at a certain train station. I also wrote stories about a group of people herded together, put in camps. There was a lot of torture in them as well, which really freaked people out. And whenever we were in Germany (this was off and on until I started college), I would become really aggressive and mean. I was scared of soldiers in uniform until I met my dad's best friend, who was African-American, thus not one of the bad guys. Dogs scared me too, even though I was never bitten by one and my dad loved them.


I was also drawn to certain places and languages, California being one of them. I told my mom as a kid that English was the most beautiful language in the world and I would learn it. And I always identified with Berlin during the 1920s and America during the 60s (again, certain songs triggered certain things).


We moved around a lot and when we were in Germany when I was still a kid, I hated it so much but there was one song on the radio, that I loved more than anything else, that seemed to tell me it would be alright.


Later, as a student in Berlin, I felt myself automatically being drawn to certain places. The university put some students up in a Nazi district, which no doubt reinforced the memories. One of the first places I went to from our dorms was a normal house, built in the 50s or 60s, nothing special. It turned out that this is where I had lived during the 20s in Berlin. The train station I was so interested in as a child, that was where I used to hang out. I ended up dying in '34 and then came back straight away, weird as that may sound. I'm not sure about the dates here but this is my fourth life that started in the 20th century.


The song triggered memories because someone involved in it, had been a friend in my life in the 20s. I found this interesting because the song kept my sanity and I was able to return the favor. Also, a fortune teller told me that I had been a leader in the 20s. Turns out that I was the only local (everyone else came to Berlin from another place) and all correspondence was addressed to my place (the one I had been standing in front of, the building changed, obviously, but there was a grocery store downstairs that still channeled some energy from the past). I also showed someone around, who later came back so that in 2000 he was showing me around his town as a karmic thank you. the funny thing about that reincarnation is, I was a man involved in literature and at a conference once, several people who know the history of Berlin very well, had a picture of my past life and one woman ran away from me like the devil was after her when she saw me because we looked so alike in profile.


As a kid I was always scared of getting pneumonia because I knew that I would die if I did. Well, in 1934 I died of pneumonia. I also have tons of foods I'm intolerant to (lactose products, wheat products, pork and so on). And in this life, when I catch something it usually goes straight to my chest. I also have asthma allergies, which I developed when we moved to Germany again when I was in elementary school).


After all that I was reincarnated in America, in California, where I lived for the next seventeen years before I died and came back in this life. And this explained my love for America, English and also why I kept saying that my mom in the States is still alive and she's waiting for me.
 
This is a really interesting thread.


When I was young, I used to march around on my deck for hours. When my parents would ask me what I was doing I would just tell them that I was doing military drills, and I was very insistent on not being bothered. I wouldn't want to come in to eat or even to play with my best friend before these drills were over. I had to do them correctly, or I was worried that somehow this would affect me poorly (I'm not sure if I thought I'd be punished or just be embarrassed that I'd messed up).
 
What a great thread! I was thinking about this topic when the forum talked about dolls a couple months ago ... I was never that much into dolls, I was far more likely to be climbing up on the roof of our woodshed and defending it with stick/sword from my little brother and his friend. That would seem to support my memories of being a privateer/Naval officer who commandeered ships for a living. I also loved playing "James Bond", where my little brother and I tried to ambush each other with dart guns.


I think games kids play are also a great determinant of what the child will do when they grow up ... my older brother loved fire engines and he ended up being an assistant fire chief, I loved recording my voice and doing radio shows (which I have done since as an adult) and my younger brother could play Monopoly before he could read, and now he's a hotel manager! :)
 
Do newer members have anything to add? :) I'm still more than curious to hear about your childhood games and possible past life connections.
 
When I was little, my friends and I liked to play Star Wars alot. I always wanted to be Han Solo. I don't suspect Star Wars was past life related. ;) :D ...but who knows, maybe I did live along time ago in a galaxy far, far away. :laugh:


I do remember that I liked to play war, especially in the winter when we could build snow forts. I remember when we did play war, I always wanted it to be WWII. It never occured to me that it could have been past life related until now.
 
Sunniva said:
Hello everyone,
Inspired by Roger Woolger and his regression exercise I got interested in how childhood games can reflect past life actions.


I know this is something we've discussed before, but let's start a fresh round of reflection :)


Take a moment to reflect upon your childhood games. Have you experienced past life memories that are similar or in any way related to the games you played as a child?


If you haven't thought of this before you can begin with asking yourself these questions:

  • If you think about your childhood, does any particular game stand out? What was it about?


  • If so, did you play this alone or with others? Which role did you play? Were you a leader, a helper or 'submissive'?


  • Were there any specific toys you would use in this game? Which part did they play?


  • Did you play this in a special place? Perhaps a secret place? Or just somewhere private?


Do you see a connection between your childhood game(s) and one or more past lives? ;)


I'll start (if you think it's a bit fragmented it's because I copied it directly from my journal ;) ).


This is the childhood game that stood out to me in particular:


I would dress up in the backyard in a medieval looking costume I had, and I would go about a regular business, doing chores that seemed medieval to me. My parents had hens in a gardenshed and I would live in that house, sleep in the hay and use the porch as kitchen. I had a huge iron pot that I used to 'cook' food with. In my game I was a young girl living on my own in a small village. There were about four other places in my parents' garden that in my imagination were cottages and I would visit those, who lived there – in my imagination ofcourse – helping them out and chatting.


This is what I got out of Roger Woolger's exercise:


He told me dwell on this game and go deeper into it. I saw myself as a rather tall, thin girl with ashblonde hair. She was dirty and wore worn, greyish brown clothes. A dress, I think, though looking more like a sack. She lived in a small village, I specifically saw a watermill (this could be a help in dating the memory). It was connected to a house and a small, but strong stream ran through it. I think it was in England. She made baskets out of willow and sold them on a market. When asked by Woolger to hold an image where I felt satisfaction and/or fullfilling I saw from her eyes as she stood in her booth and had just sold a basket. She also noticed someone carrying one of her baskets around at the market and she felt happy and proud of her work.


It's the first time I've seen this girl and this place, but it was very interesting. I have thought for a long time that my childhood obsession with medieval times had to be pl related, but it's nice now to have something that I can base my meditations on.


Does anyone have similar experiences?
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Sunniva, what a very cool memory! That thing you mentioned - about ''cooking'' in that huge old pot you had - reminds me of something eerily similar from my own childhood, which I hadn't thought about in so many years. But luckily, your post brought the memory back to life, and I can't help but wonder if the similar game I played might have something to do with that past life I led, that I've mentioned several times on this forum, in which I was a girl living and working in the kitchen area of some old manor or castle sometime during the Middle Ages.


See, I had one of those huge old iron pots as well, which I used to constantly ''cook'' with, and once when I was probably four or five, I happened across this large old bone in the woods - I think it was a cow's shin bone, or something like that - and I used to throw it into the pot and stir it around with a long-handled old ladle that my mom let me play with often. That was my own soup, and I somehow knew the phrase ''soup bone'' long before ever hearing anyone else say anything like that. Also, I used to often pretend that I was making soap in that old iron pot. For that game, I'd take out the soup bone, store it away somewhere carefully, and fill the iron pot with old ashes from our fireplace, and mix them with water until the contents of the pot looked something like wet concrete. I know for a fact that I knew that soap was originally made by mixing animal fats, ashes and water together, and boiling them down somehow to make a gritty, dark-colored substance that got you clean. And I feel as though I must have washed, possibly in the river I recall near the manor or castle I was a servant in, pretty often, because I don't have any memories of feeling in the least bit dirty in that past life. Which, I think, is pretty unusual for a person during any time in the Middle Ages.


Which suddenly brings me to question - does anyone know of any European cultures, whose lower-class individuals would have stayed at least reasonably clean, as often as possible, even if they had to do a lot of hard work and get dirty while doing it? Whenever I think of the Middle Ages, I always automatically think, from what I've been previously taught, of people being dirty and grimy all the time.
 
Hey Raakel,


Thanks for sharing! I certainly think your memory of your childhood game could be past life related :) Perhaps you want to try out Roger Woolger's cd?

Which suddenly brings me to question - does anyone know of any European cultures, whose lower-class individuals would have stayed at least reasonably clean, as often as possible, even if they had to do a lot of hard work and get dirty while doing it?
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You must be careful not to project our present hygiene standards onto the past ;) Your past life persona may have felt clean, but if you faced her today you probably wouldn't find her so. Of course people did bath in medieval times, but it wasn't a top priority. You can get used to a lot: dirt, the stench from lavatories and animals, bugs, bad breath and rotten teeth. Back then that was everyday life, everyone was used to it, but today I get sick when I go near a pig farm, because of the stench :o :rolleyes: ;)
 
Of Kite and toy wind mills


Must have written about it somewhere....childhood remembrance are related to the sword. Funny. Since I played fighting with a sword with my family lots of times. But not so often I would only think of it when asked what did you play as a kid.


Then toy wind mills and kites hold magic in my eyes. I know when my mom bought me those plastic toy wind mills I was always mesmerized!! Same about kites! But I spent only very little of my time with such as these. I can still watch toy wind mills and kites for hours if I'm confronted with them. :laugh:
 
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