Eevee's memories

[Eevee]

These are some memories I had:
A young girl, daughter of a plantation owner. My daddy is a very nice man, I don't feel the presence of a mother.
I like playing with the kids of the slaves, but my daddy doesn't like it, he says its not appropriate. I am dissappointed, and from then on I only play with the black kids when my daddy is not around. I know he is nice and treats the slaves well.

Other memory : I am looking trough a window, feels like England some centuries ago, and I see kids playing on the streets. They are playing rather roughly, almost fighting. I want to join them, but for some reason I can't go out to play with them, I am not sure why, maybe because I am ill, maybe because I am of 'higher class' then those street kids...


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[Eevee]

Concerning my memories in what I think was England, I was standing at the window in a room with a high ceiling, there was some armchair behind me, and behind that were bookshelves. I am a girl, and I look pale, I think my health is weak, and I wear long white cotton nightwear with long sleeves, at the wrists there is some ribbon I think, to keep it closed at the wrists,like elastic .
The kids in the street : the boys are wearing caps, grey or black or dark blue, and dark jackets and trousers just below the knee. Some girls that are watching the boys fighting wear grey long skirts, looking raggedy, and white but dirty blouses, one girl wears some short jacket over it.
From out of the window I see a large street, a main road I think, it has some pavement but there are holes in it, its muddy. The kids came around the corner, from an alley. They were playing some game or a contest with a large ring I think and the boys started fighting and pushing (to win?). The girls were watching and yelling, maybe encouraging one of them. It seemed like a cloudy day, I see no sunshine, but its not raining either, but the street is muddy. The houses I see on the other side of the road are not wide, but high, I think I also live in such house. Thats about all I remember up till now.

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[Kelly]

Hi Eevee

It sounds a lot like Victorian England or from then on and into the mid 1900’s. The clothes you describe on the young boys, reminds me of the old school uniforms: blazer, cap, shirt and long shorts….and the girls also of course, wore a skirt, blazer (sometimes omitted for girls or optional) and shirt.
The weather certainly sounds British…it doesn’t have to be raining to be grey and cloudy over here
And the houses, sound like the Victorian houses…very tall – but not so much wide….and all joined together in a line down the whole road.

As to the game…it sounds like an old school playground and street game called British Bulldog (or sometimes it’s called Victory)….it involves a lot of pushing and fighting to win, as one side has to conquer over to the others in order to get to the other side – which is of course the objective to win – it’s considered too dangerous nowadays and is banned from school playgrounds, but they still played it when I was at school – and believe me, I received a few shining black and blue bruises in my time. The defending team normally all link hands, arms or whatever to form a block to the attacking side…and normally a lot of fists fly (kids played rough games in them times)

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[Eevee]

Possible Indonesian Snippet

I have a "chat friend" that really feels like a soulmate to me. So I wondered if maybe we had known each other in another life.

Several times in a meditation I tried to focus on him, first without result, then after several attempts a memory came to me. I saw two little kids playing, I knew the girl (about age 6) was me, and the boy (about age 8) was him. The surrounding looked like a jungle or a rainforest, Indonesia came in my mind. The girl was sitting on a rock, weaving a bracelet or so from grass, the boy was very proud that he had a knive, and was playing with it in the long grass, cutting it with his knive. Suddenly some wild animal appeared in the distance, a lion or a puma or so, and we both ran back to our village. The feeling I had being with this boy was very peaceful, really like we belonged together. I don't know if he was my brother in that life, or a friend, or a neighbour. But I was very much aware of the bond between us. It was a very peaceful and fine memory.

 

[Eevee]

pictures of a past life

I am reading the book 'The Search for Omm Sety' by Jonathan Cott, and there are a few pictures in the book. I had memories of a life in Egypt myself, but not in the time of King Sety, but a bit earlier, when Kamose was king.
Now there were two pictures in the book that I recognized !! The first was a painting from H.M.Herget, showing a pond with lotuses in a beautiful garden. I remembered walking in such a garden !
The second was a picture of the village Arabet Abydos. This looked so familiar to me, I could almost feel the heath and the dust. It really was like looking at a picture of my home town.
It was the first time this happened to me, that I actually saw something that I recognized from what must have been the past.

Eevee

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[Eevee]

PL memory

I was in a big house, there were many rooms, it was a beautiful house and looked wealthy.
I was very sad, but not crying. I just came out of the room where my daughter was lying, dead. She died in an accident (fell from a horse or so).
It was the day of her funeral. Soon somebody would come to get her to be buried.
While I was standing in the room next to the room where she was in, my husband entered. It was a very tall man, he had black hair and he was strongbuild. He was so much taller than me.
He was dressed in a black suit and a white shirt, but the shirt was not very clean. When I looked at myself, I was dressed in some white dress, but it was not very clean either. I got the feeling we once were wealthy, but now we were rather poor, but wanted to keep up our standard.
My husband put his arm around me and said it was time to go, and he led me to the door.
What I felt about myself was that I was a rather dull person, like I never had ideas of my own or so, I just lived the life as my husband wanted me to live it. This is where the memory ends.

Eevee

 

[Eevee]

past lives bonds

I had a glimpse of a PL where I was a child in a very poor family. It looked like we were almost starving to death, there was not enough food for everybody. My grandfather in that life was sort of head of the family, and he was very worried that he couldn't get food for us. I know the grandfather in that life is my son now...
He is 11 now and recently he made a remark, we were talking about his studies and that if he studies well, he can have good earnings later etc,and suddenly he said: yes mom, and then I WILL BE ABLE TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU !!
I immediately thought of that PL flash I had and wondered if he brought this worry to take care of me with him from that past life.

Eevee

 

[Eevee]

Information on Victorian England please

I have memories of being a child in Victorian England, where I died at the age of 12. I lived in what I think was a family with standing.

Now recently I got a memory of this life where I was at the age of 7-8. I could see my mother, she was highly pregnant. I put my hand on her belly and could feel it was very hard. I could hardly wait for the baby to be born, because I think I longed very much for a little brother or sister. (From other memories I know I had a little brother in that life, whom I loved very much)

Those times in a 'decent' family those subjects might have been taboo.

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[Eevee]

I remember being a girl in Victorian England, who died of an illness at the age of 12, I also have memories of a live in the neighbourhood of King Kamose, 17th dynasty Egypt, and some memory flashes of being a small kid in a very poor family, I have the feeling this was in France, very long time ago, and my son in this life was my grandfather then. I can also recall a short scene of a life in Japan I think, where I was a teenage girl and my daughter in this life was then my sister or best friend, I am not sure.
I also once had a dream that seemed PL related,about being a 14 year old Mayan boy.
And then there is a life in Germany or Austria, from which I got the memory of the day of the funeral of my daughter in that life. I feel she died when she fell of a horse.

Eevee

 

[Eevee]

I have memories of a life in Egypt,under the rule of King Kamose, where I lived at the palace. Prince Ahmose, Kamoses younger brother, was my best friend. I died in that life during what I believe was an enemy attack at the palace, someone hit me with something on the back of my head and I died. I must have been about 12 years old, Ahmose about 10 years old I guess.
Then there is a gap in the memories….but I remember being with Ahmose again at the time his first son was born. I was not there in a physical body, it felt like I was near him, like looking over his shoulder.
What I remember best of this experience, and what was most fascinating for me, was my perception of the senses. I could hear everything, I could see everything, I could smell the baby and Ahmoses body odor, I could feel his body warmth, I could feel him breathing in my ‘face’….but I could not touch him, meaning I could not feel the texture of his skin, hair or clothing.
I remember also somewhere near him was an object, a drinking cup perhaps, and I could feel it was cold (the water inside it perhaps?) .
This fascinated me, not only while having the memory, but also at the time that it was happening, meaning in that past, so long ago. So as a ‘soul without body’ I decided to move outside, and there I could again feel/sense the heat of the sand, and how dry the air was with little oxygen in it. I could not feel the texture of the sand. Then I moved somewhere where there was water, a cool place, like a spring in the shade. Here I could very much feel/sense how cool the water was, and that it contained a lot of oxygen. I could not feel the texture of the water.
What puzzles me most is that I was aware, first of the lack of oxygen in the air, later of the abundance of oxygen in the water…..as I was a ‘spirit’, a ‘soul without body’, and assumed I did not need oxygen or would not be affected by the lack of it….but it felt really uncomfortable at the place where there was so much sand and heat.

 

[Eevee]

I once had a brief glimpse of a past life, where I saw what looked like a tropical beach. There was sand, and palmtrees, and some rocks standing out on the sand. On one of those rocks sat a young woman, I knew she was mute. I felt she was very sad about that, because she could not express herself well to certain people.
I don't know if I was that girl, meaning I was seeing her with 3rd person view, or if I was someone, a friend or so, who was walking towards her. But I could sense her sadness.
Maybe it was me indeed, because also in the present life I often have difficulties expressing myself.

Love,

Eevee

 

[Eevee]

Egyptian memories

I was a man, midtwenties I guess, and two others held me by my arms and dragged me in what looked like a cave...or an unfinished grave or so. I was terrified, because I knew I had done something real bad, broken the rules?? Sometimes my feet really wouldn't go any further, that's why they had to force me. I was sweating a lot, from fear.
The floor of that place was rocky, with sand on it, and there were colorful paintings on the walls, at about eyesight. The paintings were approximatly 50 cm large each. I cannot remember if there were also paintings on the lower parts of the walls. I definitely know there were no paintings on the ceiling.
This cave they dragged me in, was rather narrow, like a long corridor. I could not see the end of it.
I was wearing something white. I don't think it was a long dress. I know the shirt/tunica was sleeveless, I could feel very much the pressure of those men's hands under my arms on my skin. The arm openings of this thing I was wearing were very wide, and it had like a wide open V-shaped collar. I don't know if I was wearing anything on my feet.
On my left upperarm I had some golden ornament, with 3 blue stones in it, one large and two smaller ones. There were also signs carved in the gold, an S-shape or a snake, I don't know exactly.
I was male, but my hair seemed to be cut Cleopatra style.... Possibly I had some earring also, but I am not sure of that.


Eevee

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[Eevee]

At the end of the cave, there was what appeared to be a small room. In the middle of it was a large black (granite?) stone.
Those men made me go lay on that stone, and then went away.
There was little light in that room, coming from somewhere behind me, I don't know if it was a torch, or a hole in the wall that let sunlight through.
Suddenly out of a dark corner of that room came a man towards me. He was wearing a mask, I think it was a wooden mask, with a layer of gold over it. It had openings for the eyes and very thick lips. On the top of the mask were some ornaments, first I thought it was that S-shape again, then another symbol and then like an S in mirror writing. I looked this up later, and what I saw matches the crown of Hathor, the cow horns with the sundisk between them.
This man (priest?) came towards me. He had some stick in his hand. He started singing or shouting, with a very loud and deep voice. At the same time, he was making movements with that stick over my body. It reminded me of a catholic priest blessing a coffin at a funeral. I could sense this was a cleansing ceremony.
Then he made me stand up, and started making those movements again at my back side. Then he came standing in front of me. He started waving his arms in a manner like telling me to go 'up'. He kept singing while doing this. and suddenly I felt myself levitate, I think about 20 cm. I screamed.....a very long scream, like I couldn't stop screaming, and then it was like with my screaming a black cloud came out of my mouth. I felt like I was having no more breath, but I had to keep screaming till that cloud was out completely. Then I felt myself go down again, till I was standing on the floor again.
Both me and that man were sweating a lot. The man stopped singing, I felt relieved, and he came towards me and led me out of the cave, talking to me and patting on my back. He had taken off his mask. He was bald.
The next scene I remember is sitting with this man in another room, where it was very hot. It seemed like a sweating room to me, for more cleansing.
I must add to this that I think I was an important person, but not so important as royalty. I feel that they performed this ceremony because of my importance. If an ordinary man had done what I did (I still don't know what it was), he would have been brought to death I think.

Eevee

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[Eevee]

The next scene I remember from this life, is that I was walking on a paved path. It was the early morning hours, I could feel it was not yet very hot, and the sun was coming up a little on my left side, so I was walking somewhat in southeast direction. On both sides of the path were statues of female lions or panters. The statues were not very tall, they were on a stone block of about 1 meter high, and I think the statues themselves were also about 1 meter. It felt that they were only a little taller (statue and stone block together) than me. They had a light brown colour, sandstone maybe?
Then I remember turning around to have a look at where I came from. I saw a very large temple. It was really beautiful.
The entrance was like pillars with a roof over it, and behind that entrance was that actual temple. This was much wider and a lot higher than the entrance. It had 3 etages, each one a little less wide than the lower one. I think one floor was about 6 meter high, so the complete temple was maybe 18 meter high.
I think that because at the foot of the temple I saw people walking, and 3 persons above each other would somewhat be the hight of one floor.
I felt very funny about my hair. It didn't feel like normal hair. I mean, the texture was like human hair, but it didn't 'move' when I moved. No matter how I turned, my hair always stayed in the same shape. It felt odd. I can only think of two reasons: it was a wig, and I was not used to wear it, or it was prepared with something that made it keep its shape.

Eevee


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[Eevee]

A soldier in the snow

While watching a TV series on Napoleon, I saw a scene where his army was marching a long way. Why watching this scene, I suddenly got this strange feeling. The soldiers were marching on green grass, it seemed like spring, but suddenly I got a vision of soldiers (and me) marching in the snow. It was like I was really in the body of that soldier again. It was so cold, and I felt so tired, I could not even think properly anymore. All I could do (in my vision) was try to keep on marching, like on automatic pilot. My hands and feet hurted so much from the cold, and all I could see was snow....nowhere there was any wood...I tried to look out for wood, so that I could make a fire to have a warm drink...or at least to get some food unfrozen...I saw many soldiers marching with me, no one was talking, they were all just trying to keep marching. Suddenly I fell down in the snow, I was too weak to get up, and no one helped me up, it was like they didn't even see me, or if they would stop to help me, they would not be able to continue marching again. But I didn't care, I was so exhausted, I could only think 'So this was it then'. I think maybe I died there in the snow from the cold and exhaustion.
This memory was triggered by watching the army of Napoleon, but I don't think I was in that army. The soldiers I saw were wearing greyish uniforms, I think it might have been Hitlers army marching in Russia or Siberia perhaps.
Anyway, if I was a soldier in that army, marching in the snow, I can now understand why I dislike snow and cold so much...Also I never liked the Eastern European Countries (don't get me wrong, I don't mean the people, I mean the countries) . A few years ago, I went to Germany on a camping vacation, but it really took my friends a lot to persuade me to go with them. I must say, when I got there, it was really nice, and I enjoyed the vacation a lot, but I have no desire to go back. After the vacation, the aversion to the eastern european countries came back as strong as before.
The memory of the cold was the worst...

Eevee

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[Eevee]

The Reincarnation weekend in Belgium

The first regression, on saturday afternoon, brought me to a life in the middle ages. I was a man, who earned his money by playing on an instrument in the castles. I was a drunk....
That is were the memory started....I was just trown out of the castle, because they didn't like me playing music when I was drunk. I got the impression it was not the first time that this happened. But....I didn't care. I enjoyed life, I never worried, I always seemed to manage to stay away from responsibilities.
Even when I was dying, my last thought was: no worries, my brother will take care of my children (my wife died before me).
When asked what lesson I should learn from this lifetime, compared with the present lifetime, I knew it was that I had to find the balance between being selfish and caring.

I did look down, I know what clothes I was wearing. I was wearing a funny kind of shoes, like slippers with pointed tips that stood up. I was wearing white stockings, covering my lower legs completely, dissappearing under the 'pants' I wore. Those pants were also funny, they were very wide, and tight just above my knees, where they ended. They were green, with yellow or golden pieces in it, like stripes, but it were not really stripes, the yellow parts were like in pleats (folds?) in the cloth. I don't know what I was wearing on top, but I know I was wearing some sort of hat of the same material as the pants, with a feather on it.
It really looked like the clothes of an entertainer, or sort of medieval clown (?)

And it was funny, but I also had a bit the feeling of being drunk, I mean I felt like 'caring for nothing', no matter what happened, I would not get upset, because I was drunk, almost feeling like drugged...

Eevee

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[Eevee]

Past-life memory and age at death

I have memories of several past lives where I died young. A few examples:
a life as a girl in Victorian England, dying from a disease at age 12,
a life in 17th dynasty Egypt, where i was murdered during an attack on the palace, feels also like age 12,
a Mayan boy, probably killed in or after a secret ceremony at age 14,
a 4 year old very poor child in France, maybe around the year 1100. Here I believe I died from starvation.


Eevee

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[Eevee]

About me

I had a dream about a past life a while ago. Here it is :

I was a woman who just gave birth in a hospital to her fourth son. The name that was given to the baby was something like Oishaiwa. Unfortunately, the baby died a few days later, while we were still at the hospital. There must have been an epidemic or a contagious disease, because not long after that, the second youngest child, which was about 3 years old, died also.
I sensed that the soul of the person who was my husband then, was the same as my ex-husband in the present life, and my oldest son then, is my daughter now. They didn't look at all like they look now. In fact, I can't remember how they looked, only that my husband had dark hair.
Then the dream shifted to some time later. I was in some kind of hospital again. A woman came in (a cleaning woman I think, it was not a nurse). I recognized her soul as someone I know very vaguely in my present life. This woman now is a few years younger than me, I remember being at the same school with her, and I know she is a teacher in a primary school in our village now.
In the dream, she started cleaning the room I think, and talking to me. She asked me when I was due..... I told her that I was not pregnant at all, that I was swollen so much because of my illness (?) and that I had lost a baby not so long ago, after giving birth to him when I was already 39...I didn't mention the death of the other child to her, I was thinking about telling it, but decided not to. But I told her that in all this misery, the loss of the baby and my illness, I also found out that my husband was cheating on me. She then said something like 'yeah, life can be tough' and went away I think.
The overall feeling of this dream was arab. I remember I didn't really mourn for my dead children, like it was somewhat normal that children die. I just accepted that it happened. When I woke up, and the feelings of the dream were still very vivid, this particular feeling was uncomfortable for me in the now, because in the west in the present days I think for most people it feels terrible when a child dies.
My daughter-soul in the dream (my oldest son then) I recognized by certain characteristics. He/she was calm and rational when the baby died, not panicing, but doing what had to be done. (The baby died in his little bed in the room where I also was, and when it was dead, he/she took it up and brought it outside, to the nurses(?), to show it was dead and to let them make preparations for the 'burial'(?). I can't really describe by what I recognized my exhusband and the teacher/cleaning woman. It was just a feeling.
I had also thought of the possibility that the place where I got my baby, was not a hospital at all, maybe it was just at home, but in my dream I related having a baby to a hospital. But there was not really any sign that it would have been a hospital, I mean I was just alone with my family and the baby in that room, I don't remember a nurse or a doctor, and my oldest child bringing the dead baby out of the room.

Eevee

 

[Eevee]

I don't really have memories about a life in biblical times, although sometimes during my meditation, especially when listening to the 'Divine Name' cd, I always get the same 'flash'. It is like I am amongst a crowd of people, in the desert, and someone is praying....I have the feeling it is Moses, and that I am one of the Israelites that he led out of Egypt. Don't know for sure yet...it is just a short vision, always the same image.


Eevee

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[Eevee]

I had a memory in a dream about being a medieval woman, looking around in a bedroom that wasn't mine, and apparently I was planning to steal something. Suddenly a man came in that I knew was my husband in that life, and he took my out of that bedroom, and back to a room filled with people where a party was going on (We were guests there).


I KNEW I was a cleptomane in that life,and it brought me in trouble often, and my husband always tried to mend the pieces when people didn't want me around anymore because of my 'illness'.


Well, now I my present life, I certainly don't steal !!! LOL. But I have this habit, I notice everywhere when people leave valuables or money, ready to take. I often warn them then to take better care of that, and not to leave valuable things somewhere easy to steal ! And I can get really annoyed when they don't take my advice on this ! LOL. I am convinced that this 'noticing things that are ready to grasp' comes from that particular PL.


Anyway, for me this is some validation for the knowing about the PL.


Eevee


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[Eevee]

I have memories of being the adopted daughter of Queen Ahhotep and King Sequenenre Tao II. My father in that life was a good friend of the King and had a high position, in the army or political I think. So after my parents died in a fire which might have been an attack, King Sequenenre decided to let me live at the palace.
Ahmose, the youngest son, and later the founder of the 18th dynasty, was my best friend. He was 3 years younger than me. I believe Kamose, who became King after Sequenenre died, was also an adopted son and my biological brother, but I am not really sure about that. All I know is that I felt deeply connected to Kamose, like he was the only one that I had left from my family.
There were also two daughters, somewhat older than me, and they couldn't stand me ! They never accepted me into the family, and always tried to humiliate me and remind me of the fact that I was not of royal descent. However, they did this in a sneaky way, because Sequenenre, and his mother, Queen Tetisheri, didn't approve of their behavior. Queen Ahhotep, well, I feel she was on her daughters's side, but she treated me rather well. Sometimes she showed some compassion for me, but mostly she 'turned her head' when she found out her daughters were teasing me.
I believe I was killed at the age of 12 during a raid at the palace in the early morning hours. I remember I went out of my room to go to the temple for my morning prayers, and wondering why all the torches were out in the corridor. The next thing I remember is feeling a smash on the back of my head, and that was it. Somehow I think Kamose was killed at the same time, or shortly after that. I am sure he was not killed before me, because I get no feelings or memories about his death or funeral.
I think the names of the daughters were Nefertari and Meritamen. My name was also Meritamen. I also believe I recognized my current life sister as the oldest daughter, Nefertari. (Her behavior towards me in the present is much like in that past life, lol, and she does show some 'royal' attitudes !)
I know Queen Ahhotep was very much loved, and she was great in ruling during Kamose's abscence (he even rewarded her with the Golden Bees, a special jewel that is still kept somewhere in a museum).

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[Eevee]

The Adopted Daughter of Queen Ahhotep and King Sequenenre Tao II


I have memories of being the adopted daughter of Queen Ahhotep and King Sequenenre Tao II. My father in that life was a good friend of the King and had a high position, in the army or political I think. So after my parents died in a fire which might have been an attack, King Sequenenre decided to let me live at the palace.


Ahmose, the youngest son, and later the founder of the 18th dynasty, was my best friend. He was 3 years younger than me. I believe Kamose, who became King after Sequenenre died, was also an adopted son and my biological brother, but I am not really sure about that. All I know is that I felt deeply connected to Kamose, like he was the only one that I had left from my family.


There were also two daughters, somewhat older than me, and they couldn't stand me ! They never accepted me into the family, and always tried to humiliate me and remind me of the fact that I was not of royal descent.


However, they did this in a sneaky way, because Sequenenre, and his mother, Queen Tetisheri, didn't approve of their behavior. Queen Ahhotep, well, I feel she was on her daughters's side, but she treated me rather well. Sometimes she showed some compassion for me, but mostly she 'turned her head' when she found out her daughters were teasing me.


I believe I was killed at the age of 12 during a raid at the palace in the early morning hours. I remember I went out of my room to go to the temple for my morning prayers, and wondering why all the torches were out in the corridor. The next thing I remember is feeling a smash on the back of my head, and that was it. Somehow I think Kamose was killed at the same time, or shortly after that. I am sure he was not killed before me, because I get no feelings or memories about his death or funeral.


I think the names of the daughters were Nefertari and Meritamen. My name was also Meritamen. I also believe I recognized my current life sister as the oldest daughter, Nefertari. (Her behavior towards me in the present is much like in that past life, lol, and she does show some 'royal' attitudes !)


I know Queen Ahhotep was very much loved, and she was great in ruling during Kamose's abscence (he even rewarded her with the Golden Bees, a special jewel that is still kept somewhere in a museum).


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[Eevee]

I remembered a few other things about the medieval lifetime.

My name back then was Jean Grichot, my wifes name was Gisèle, my daughter was called Isabeau and my son Jacques (not so sure about the last one).

The Lord of the castle where I performed, was Guillaume Sernaut, or Cernaut. I also remember the name of another important person, I think he was the Lord of a neighbouring castle where I also went to perform sometimes, his name was Flambaud.

I already knew that I lived in southern Europe, but now I remembered the name of a place : Viroche. I thought it was French, but when I looked it up, it was Spanish. My surname, Grichot, is also Spanish.

The years 1572 and 1583 seemed important dates in that lifetime.

And recently, when I was reading a book about the Inquisition, I got some feelings that I associate with this particular lifetime. I think I was indoctrinated with Catholisism. What the priests and the Pope said I considered the absolute truth. Not that I lived such a religious life (being a drunk), but I know that I was very much afraid of the eternal punishment - only when someone reminded me of that - and I forgot about it again as soon as I had something to drink again.

I remember a 'meeting' with Monsieur Flambaud, it was when I was thrown out of the castle, and I was going downhill, not very steadfast on my feet, when I had to step aside because he came at high speed near me on his black horse, and he started scolding me, and also making fun of me when he saw I was drunk. He was talking to me in a very denigrating way, and I felt somewhat sobered up at that moment - because of fear probably.

Eevee

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[Eevee]

Well, I have a memory of a (rather primitive) life somewhere around Indonesia. I was a little girl about age 4 and I had a friend, a little boy about age 6. I don't know exactly my relationship with him, it felt like a neighbour, although I feel this word is not really appropriate, as we lived in a small tribe and were practically all neighbours.


So, one day, this boy had just gotten a gift (from his father?), a sort of knife. And now he was boasting about how strong and fierce he was and that he was a great hunter etc. I remember then we were on a walk near a wood and before the wood was high grassland, that is where we were playing. I was sitting on a rock or so, and he was wading through the grass, waving his knife through it, looking for 'prey'. He wanted to impress me, but he really was exagerating, lol. I hope you get the picture !


Then suddenly, a large 'cat' (I don't know if it was a lioness or a mountain lion or something else) appeared in the grass, rather close to us ! Well, suddenly he wasn't boasting anymore, he started running, grabbed me by the hand and took me with him, he was running so fast I could hardly follow him and we ran to the village to warn the adults.


Gone was his braveness !


Ok, I know it was probably the wisest thing he could do, and it was very nice of him that he didn't forget to take me with him, but when I think of this in reflection, I thought it was rather funny how the 'brave warrior' fled as soon as danger showed up !


Eevee


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Just today I got a validation of a memory when I was reading a book about ancient Agypt.


One of my strongest memories of my Egyptian life, is that of a welcoming party after Pharaoh Kamose came home from (an important) battle.


Today I read: Kamose chased the Hyksos as far as their capital Avaris, but had enough common sense to return home (to Thebes) for the festivities of the inundation of the Nile. His homecoming was celebrated with a very large feast.


Exactly what I remember ! Everybody was so excited that Kamose came home safely. His family (into which I was adopted) first didn't want me to join in their feast, but when Kamose saw I was missing, he ordered for me to join them, which made me very very happy.


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[Eevee]

I have memories of a few lifetimes where I was studying.


- In Ancient Egypt. I remember living at the palace, as the adopted daughter of King Sekenenre Tao, and getting lessons together with his son Ahmose, who was a few years younger than me. In the mornings, first we had to go to the temple, for prayers and offerings, and then we had to go to the 'classroom'. Here Ahmose and I were sitting on the floor, and I remember holding a palet for writing. I don't know if I could read, maybe I just learned to copy.


After a while, the teacher started telling us things, mostly history I guess, and the stories about the Gods. The next day, questions were asked about what was told the day before, and the stories were repeated daily till we could answer all the questions.


I also remember that later during the day, when Ahmose was attending other lessons (military and fighting and hunting lessons), I was sitting in the garden, on a low stone wall (not exactly a wall, it was too low to be called a wall) that surrounded a fountain, and there I was also practising the writing/copying.


- In Victorian England. Here also I got private teaching, because I was ill, and weak. I had a nurse that was also my teacher, and I remember sometimes a man also came to teach me other things, I guess this was a real teacher. I know I didn't like him as much as my nurse, and his lessons were more dull and I had to pay more attention. I remember I was often laying in bed with pillows behind my back, reading, and I had a notebook, in which I could make exercises, or write down questions about things I didn't understand from the books, and that needed more explanation from my nurse/teacher.


-Italy. I remember being a (female) student at a University. I don't really have memories of the university, but I remember it was in a place far away from my home, and I think I was staying in a room at the University. I don't know what I was studying, but I had a friend who was studying science. I often went to him to help me with my courses. Something happened, an earthquake or a bombing, and everything was destroyed, and I couldn't get home to my relatives because the train station was also destroyed, so I tried to survive with the help of my friend.


Eevee


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[Eevee]

Studying in Ancient Egypt


I have memories of a few lifetimes where I was studying.


In Ancient Egypt. I remember living at the palace, as the adopted daughter of King Sekenenre Tao, and getting lessons together with his son Ahmose, who was a few years younger than me.


In the mornings, first we had to go to the temple, for prayers and offerings, and then we had to go to the 'classroom'. Here Ahmose and I were sitting on the floor, and I remember holding a palet for writing. I don't know if I could read, maybe I just learned to copy.


After a while, the teacher started telling us things, mostly history I guess, and the stories about the Gods. The next day, questions were asked about what was told the day before, and the stories were repeated daily till we could answer all the questions.


I also remember that later during the day, when Ahmose was attending other lessons (military and fighting and hunting lessons), I was sitting in the garden, on a low stone wall (not exactly a wall, it was too low to be called a wall) that surrounded a fountain, and there I was also practising the writing/copying.


Eevee


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[Eevee]

Yesterday, when I was taking my dog for a walk in nature, I was thinking about the meditation exercise I wrote about in another thread. So as I advanced through the small forest, I felt my mind come to rest and less thoughts invade it. First I was thinking about daily concerns, later I felt I got more concentrated on nature. I was looking at the bushes with berries, wondering when they would be ripe, which ones would be good to eat, I started looking at other plants, as if trying to remember which ones would be good for medicinal use, or for tea, or for food, and I even started looking around for fallen branches of wood, and for a moment I felt sorry I didn't have something with me to put them in, as I felt the urge to start gathering wood (I don't even have a wood burner at home!).


Then - as I came out of it - I realised I had been in a slightly altered state of consciousness, and been thinking like someone from the past, who depended on nature for surviving.


I knew this is not a real memory, but I think it still was an 'impression', a reliving of things I had been doing before - in another life or lives. It is of course impossible to pinpoint a date or period for this memory/impression, since throughout the ages - and still even today - many people live lives depending completely on nature. But I thought it was worth mentioning it. At least it gave me a nice feeling of 'the good old days'....


Eevee


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New memory


Just before falling asleep the night before yesterday, I had this PL vision. I saw everything very clearly, also the emotions I felt were very real, and it was a happy memory, although it doesn't seem to belong to a PL that I already know about. This was totally new.

I am laying in a large soft bed, with pillars and curtains. I just woke up. I feel cheerful, get up and start to dance. I am wearing a somewhat transparent nightgown, with wide sleeves, a soft green color. It is a very elegant and expensive looking dress.
I dance around in the room, wilder and wilder, I feel really happy. Then suddenly I hear a lot of rumour outside, and I walk to the window. The window has no glass in it, and I can see the walls are very thick and yellowish, sandstone I guess. The room I am in appears to be very high up in the building, because I see the people at a great distance below me. They start shouting even harder when they notice me. Quickly I withdraw from the window, and remember that it is an important day today, and that the people on the street are waiting for ME. I need to present myself for some official happening.


I run towards my bed, where there is a thick goldish rope next to it, and I pull the rope to call my servants. They need to get me ready for the festivities.

I have no idea yet about the country, timeframe or who I was.


The only thing that might be a clue is the sandstone building with thick walls, as to keep the heat out. The people outside, as far as I could see them from above, were mostly dressed in white, creamcolored or brown clothes, nothing colourful.


Eevee


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[Eevee]

Hi Deborah,


Yes, I do have an update. On August 16th, I got this in a meditation :

I am with my fiancé standing in a chariot pulled by two white horses with grey spots. We are driving through the centre of the city. I feel that it is somewhere in Greece. The road is paved with cobblestones. It is 320 (230?) AD. People stand on the sides of the road and are cheering. My fiancé is the son of an important man, governor (general?) Syllus (Cyllus?).
We drive past a large and high building, that is different from the other buildings in the street. Most buildings are light in colour, white or yellowish, but this one is black (granite?) and has an arched hallway on the front. Close to the building stands a very large statue, in white marble. I get a memory within this memory – I remember walking past this statue at an earlier time (in the same life) and noticing that the block of marble on which the statue stands is already higher than me. The statue depicts a god that is bending somewhat through his knees – when I look up more I see that the god is throwing a spear. It really is an enormous and impressive statue.


Next vision : We just arrived at my fiancé’s house. His parents and sister are outside to welcome us. Their house is on the other side of the city from mine. I also live in a wealthy house, and a good neighbourhood, but their neighbourhood and house testify of even more standing.


It is the day of my official engagement and I will be presented to the people . The marriage is partly arranged, partly a love-marriage. I met my fiancé when he came to my father’s house for business – my father is a wealthy merchant in expensive goods. He probably liked me, and every time his father had business with mine, the young man volunteered to be the messenger.


Finally he asked his father permission to marry me, and probably after his father had checked my references thoroughly and approved, Syllus came to my father to talk about the arrangements.


My parents were very happy with this, because this marriage would even improve their status.


When we arrived at their house on this particular day, and got out of the chariot, his sister had a big smile on her face, and so did I. I liked her very much – she was of my age – and I knew we would become very good friends. I recognized her as being my best friend D. in my present life. Her name was Anethia (Alethia?)


I believe the trigger to these memories was the fact that lately my friend D is a lot on my mind, since she has unresolvable relation problems, and is trying to get ready for a new start. She needs me often in this period, as a shoulder to lean on, and as a soundboard to express her problems and feelings. We are there for each other, always, for more than 25 years already.


I feel that in this life in Greece, we might have started our friendship bond.

A few days later, I got some more information, although it were rather vague impressions.


I think my father's name was Theophilus. And I also got an impression of being heavily pregnant later in this life. I think it was a good life.


I searched a bit on the internet, and I found that in the early 4th century there was a general Cyllus in Thessaloniki. I couldn't find more information yet though.


Eevee


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