Hammer Tyme
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From the age of 4 or 5, I always had numerous violent dreams.
One in particular was as a male native running down a dirt path in the middle of a forest, knowing as I ran that I was running for my life. Suddenly I was struck in the back with what is my guess, a spear. It threw me to a sitting up position with my back arched and grunting as the pain seared my body. I never really talked to anyone about these things even as a child. Mostly as I experienced so many nightmares, I really didn't think much of them.
My childhood was mostly spent alone in nature, often sitting in a tree watching and speaking aloud to the Creator. The experiences and truths I learned is another subject in itself. My life was filled with animals and nature. Rescuing, hunting, relationships, and experiences.
My mother was very religious, Christian I would guess, but I rebelled against these teachings as they did not "feel" right to me. At a very early age I began to research organized religions of all kinds to see if I could find somewhere I fit. I never succeeded in finding that place, instead I found my truth.
I was a white, middleclass, female, what you would call a "tomboy" at the time. In the end my views in life are not the same as anyone I know. Some are similar, but never totally alike. I avoid discussing such matter even with those who are similar as it generally ends up with judgement.
I didn't understand many things when I was young, but as I grew some things hit me with sudden profoundness as an adult.
I will just say that "truth" of that we don't understand goes much deeper than reincarnation even though it is a part of it.
Listen, look, experience, not on a worldly level, (reading, education, books) but on an individual level. It is the only way one will find their own truth. But that is only my take.
Oh, I will go back to childhood dreams again. I had two kinds. One was of flying. No not in a plane but like a bird. I LOVED these and had them often. The only thing that took some of the pleasure out of them was the wires. Often, I would spend a lot of time avoiding wires. Which at a later time in life I thought maybe they represented the "conflict".
The second dreams were of death. In any given dream I would see people dying in numerous horrible ways. Generally, I would see many of these deaths, not just one, in any given dream. The funny thing is generally the dreams would not scare me, even as a small child. I remember one in particular where I was taken to an old, deserted shed in the dark. I saw the road and the street signs. Inside the shed underneath an old sink a small child was buried. At one point of life, many years later as I awoke, I realized I was witnessing. That these who had died in such terrible ways, alone, wanted someone to "know", so they could have peace.
One in particular was as a male native running down a dirt path in the middle of a forest, knowing as I ran that I was running for my life. Suddenly I was struck in the back with what is my guess, a spear. It threw me to a sitting up position with my back arched and grunting as the pain seared my body. I never really talked to anyone about these things even as a child. Mostly as I experienced so many nightmares, I really didn't think much of them.
My childhood was mostly spent alone in nature, often sitting in a tree watching and speaking aloud to the Creator. The experiences and truths I learned is another subject in itself. My life was filled with animals and nature. Rescuing, hunting, relationships, and experiences.
My mother was very religious, Christian I would guess, but I rebelled against these teachings as they did not "feel" right to me. At a very early age I began to research organized religions of all kinds to see if I could find somewhere I fit. I never succeeded in finding that place, instead I found my truth.
I was a white, middleclass, female, what you would call a "tomboy" at the time. In the end my views in life are not the same as anyone I know. Some are similar, but never totally alike. I avoid discussing such matter even with those who are similar as it generally ends up with judgement.
I didn't understand many things when I was young, but as I grew some things hit me with sudden profoundness as an adult.
I will just say that "truth" of that we don't understand goes much deeper than reincarnation even though it is a part of it.
Listen, look, experience, not on a worldly level, (reading, education, books) but on an individual level. It is the only way one will find their own truth. But that is only my take.
Oh, I will go back to childhood dreams again. I had two kinds. One was of flying. No not in a plane but like a bird. I LOVED these and had them often. The only thing that took some of the pleasure out of them was the wires. Often, I would spend a lot of time avoiding wires. Which at a later time in life I thought maybe they represented the "conflict".
The second dreams were of death. In any given dream I would see people dying in numerous horrible ways. Generally, I would see many of these deaths, not just one, in any given dream. The funny thing is generally the dreams would not scare me, even as a small child. I remember one in particular where I was taken to an old, deserted shed in the dark. I saw the road and the street signs. Inside the shed underneath an old sink a small child was buried. At one point of life, many years later as I awoke, I realized I was witnessing. That these who had died in such terrible ways, alone, wanted someone to "know", so they could have peace.
We're on our third Great Pyr, a female. If I just look at the face and ruff (without the pointed ears), your dog would look just like one of our Pyrs. BTW--What breed is that?
