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[tanguerra]

I had a new memory recently - or should I say got some clarification on an old one. There is a certain 'chap' that I've known for about 12 years now. Let's call him R. When we first met he said every hair stood up on his body and he was strangely but strongly attracted to me, but it took him three years to get up the courage to talk to me (we used to sing in a choir together for many years). I didn't particularly notice him myself at the time.

Nothing has ever really 'happened' between us, other than some fairly mild flirting. We're just friends - although at various times at parties and things he's expressed his admiration for me, let's say... He started coming to my dance class for instance and always wanted to dance with me (it helps that we're both tall of course). He says he feels 'comfortable' with me and I do with him too.

Part of the problem is that he's married, although he and his wife are separated, but they're still good friends. He often describes himself as leading a 'monkish' life, which is a bit of a coincidence, because when I first actually got talking to him I had a bit of a flashback of him standing in a river, in winter, dressed as a monk in a black woolen cassock and yelling something. I couldn't work out what he was yelling, but he was holding his cassock up out of the water in a way that was kind of touching and also faintly ridiculous (I thought back then). It may have been in Germany perhaps? It was certainly very, very cold and I can understand why you wouldn't want your cassock to get wet in the middle of winter. You could literally 'catch your death' that way!

Anyway, he came over for a visit the other evening and was showing me some photos of a recent solitary bicycling trip to Germany (he does stuff like that). In amongst them was the photo of a very large and impressive old monastery - the Melk Abbey. Apparently it's Benedictine. They wore black. Coincidence? I think not.

R was telling me about how he had gone in and had a bit of a look around and he admired the workmanship of the old building etc. Now, this monastery (built in the 1700s) is too modern to be part of that memory as far as I can tell (it just 'feels' like an old memory to me - although I've nothing more than that to base it on really). But while he was talking I got more flashes of the memory that had stayed with me in relation to him for many years. I hadn't thought about it for ages, but it suddenly came back.

I had apparently been trying to convince him to run away from the monastery and come with me. I don't know what was going on, but it was a really big deal at the time, I'm sure. He was shouting 'No, I swore an oath!'.

I had the feeling there had been a theft of some valuable thing from the monastery something gold perhaps? It was some kind of scandal anyway ... it's all a bit confused. Anyway, I was running away and he was going to stay and 'face the music'. After a while, when it was clear he wasn't coming, I left, walking up a hill through some birch trees with him yelling all the while for me to come back but I was having none of it.

I had a second flash from that life of him (in a much happier moment) digging in the garden in summer time, wearing the same black cassock, but expounding on the joys of the simple life, digging in the earth, enjoying the happiness of peace, virtue, etc. In short - the simple pleasures of the monkish life. I think I was a boy - perhaps a novice? I don't get the impression that there was anything 'romantic' going on between us or anything like that, although I may have had a bit of a 'man crush' on him. I may have been rich? I think I was probably fairly spoiled. Maybe that's why he was 'lecturing' me on the pleasures of the simple life?

Anyway, that's about it. It kind of fits with our relationship this life too!

 

[Lady2]

Thanks for sharing!


I find it so interesting, how the connections from our past re-surface in the present...They are endless.

 

[Tinkerman]

Tanguerra, wow you just posted something incredible. I know Melk. I posted about it a couple of weeks ago. I said:

...I will share one other common theme I have with you. I too had a dream of a place, a castle like fortress atop a hill over looking a beautiful river. It has come to me in dreams off and on for a few years. I was unable to ever recognize it or place a name to it until a few years ago when a friend traveling in Europe emailed me about a premonition she had that day at an abbey. She said she saw me there and somehow knew I had been there before. A few days later she sent me a photograph of the Abbey and I instantly knew it...

Tanguerra this was when my Ms A was there and emailed me right from there. I got some goose bumps workin right now. The beautiful mystery... so incredible. More later as I gather wits.


T

 

[tanguerra]

Spooky!


Is Melk near a river? That could be the river he was standing in. Why not? Of course there must be many monasteries in Europe built near a river... but there was steepish land on either side and forest on both sides as I recall.


Yes, a quick google shows it is indeed near a river that still has forest on both sides. Although, that river looks too large to just wade across, there is a smaller one nearby also.


http://maps.google.com.au/maps?hl=en&cp=5&gs_id=1c&xhr=t&q=melk+abbey&gs_sm=&gs_upl=&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.,cf.osb&biw=1280&bih=838&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wl


If it was this same place, it could have been before this new very grand place was built perhaps? The original monastery dates back to the 1100s or so.

 

[Sunniva]

This is taking an intriguing turn


I must say that I also felt an immediate reaction when I saw the photo. I know I was a benedictine monk, who travelled around a lot from monastery to monastery, so perhaps I have been there too?


Even though the current building is from the 1700's there has apparantly been a monastery there since 1089, so who knows?


Other than that I have a connection to Austria in the 1700's that I have not pursued further yet. However in that life I wasn't a monk, but an upperclass girl possibly in Vienna.


The river close by is the Danube, which is one of the largest and most important rivers in Europe. Although an incredibly important 'highway', not exactly a river to swim, let alone wade, across However, it would be a perfect river to use as a getaway if you could find a boat, because it would take far into Europe, both east and west, and connects with other big rivers that could take you north and south as well.

 

[tanguerra]

Yes, I don't think anyone would be wading across the Danube! But, if it was this particular monastery (why not?) it would have been one of the smaller waterways nearby most likely!


I'll try to get some more information about this one. I tried meditating on it last night, but I just fell asleep! :laugh:

 

[tanguerra]

R came to visit yesterday. I haven't seen him for a year or two. We caught up on old times, chatted, talked about current world events and so forth and so on .... He told me how he's been having a fine old time, living a solitary life repairing an old house on a Greek island for the past year or two (that's the kind of thing he likes doing). I have a stone he gave me once in my bathroom as a decoration. It's very round and fits neatly into the hand. He gave it to me once when we were walking along a beach once upon a time many years ago when we were having a very serious discussion at the time. I kept it (of course) ...I brought it out and told him to hold out his hand and dropped it into his palm. (Thunk).


I said 'Do you remember this?'. It took him a few seconds or so, then I watched his eyebrows go up as he remembered. We talked about all that back then while he remembered and I said to him, 'This is what memories are like for me. They're like rocks. Just as solid and heavy....'.


Later that evening we went for a walk and visited a friend and wandered about town doing stuff for a while. When it was time to go home, and say our good nights it felt difficult. I crossed the road (inner-city style, careless of the traffic) ... It suddenly felt to me like the river back then (deja vu). He was stuck on the other side and called out 'Be careful! ... ' I stopped in the middle and said 'Come with me then'. But he couldn't. He had to go. He stayed where he was. And off I went.

 

[tanguerra]

I had an oddly memorable dream last night. I'm not usually one to have past life dreams. Mine are usually waking flashbacks, and while I dream a lot, I don't usually remember most of the details. But there was something about this one.


The first part of the dream was fairly (!) normal. In the dream, some local hooligans were breaking into the back yard of my house and causing trouble. (This was just random present life stuff, related to a combination of my gate being accidentally left open by a friend the other day and a TV show I'd been watching...) In the dream, some of my friends and neighbours came round to talk about what was to be done about these troublesome hooligans. So far, so normal.


That's when it got a bit weird. 'Willem' turned up, except I don't know anyone called Willem. He was wearing elaborate period dress, with silk brocade, breeches, long curling hair and the whole bit. It looks 17th century to me.

At first he was sitting in one of my garden chairs, with his back to me. First off I thought it was my friend R, who I talk about above, which is why I have linked this story to this thread, because I have an odd feeling this is somehow connected, if not to the above story, then certainly to Germany in some way.


Then I thought (in the dream), 'Could it be him? After such a long time? He's been away for years!'


When he turned around, I realised it was 'Willem'. It was quite a theatrical entrance, which for some reason I knew was typical of his style. It was almost like this guy was 'crashing' my dream. I suddenly felt very happy and excited to see this long lost friend. He turned around and his eyes were very distinct - a light grey-green. He stood up and was very tall and you could tell he was very strong and capable. He smiled at me and said 'Never fear! I am here! I will take care of this in a jiffy!' or something like that, meaning he would sort out the hooligans in the dream I suppose. I had no doubt that he was perfectly capable of dealing with anything like that and felt enormously relieved and safe all of a sudden.


When I woke up I remembered the dream very clearly and had a strong feeling that this dream might herald a meeting with some long lost soul friend. Time will tell I suppose.

 

[tanguerra]

Interestingly, last week my friend R texted me out of the blue and said he was on the way over for a visit. He was on a ferry from Greece, on the way to Vienna (that's how he rolls ). He will be here in a few weeks.


I immediately thought of this dream of the mysterious 'Willem' and how strangely powerful it felt in comparison with my usual dreams. I begin to wonder if R and I knew each other in more than just one life? Could he have been 'Willem' also in some other life? I certainly identified them together in the dream and later when I woke up.


Time will tell I guess.

 

[soulfreindly]

It would be interesting/ fun to have a place on this forum where we could post in short the different places that have stuck out that we have had memories of..And somehow computer wise have it compiled to reference matches to other peoples locations..


I am not computer literate to know the software for that ..

 

[Cryscat]

Interestingly, last week my friend R texted me out of the blue and said he was on the way over for a visit. He was on a ferry from Greece, on the way to Vienna (that's how he rolls ). He will be here in a few weeks.
I immediately thought of this dream of the mysterious 'Willem' and how strangely powerful it felt in comparison with my usual dreams. I begin to wonder if R and I knew each other in more than just one life? Could he have been 'Willem' also in some other life? I certainly identified them together in the dream and later when I woke up.


Time will tell I guess.

It seems that you and R have had a few lives together. I think he was also Wilhem.... Like you said, only time will tell.

 

[tanguerra]

It would be interesting/ fun to have a place on this forum where we could post in short the different places that have stuck out that we have had memories of..And somehow computer wise have it compiled to reference matches to other peoples locations..
I am not computer literate to know the software for that ..

You could start a thread on it Soulfriendly? That would be a good start?

 

[tanguerra]

R turned up again this week. He emailed me out of the blue a few days ago. I have not heard from him for a couple of years. He said he is over from Germany and absolutely must see me. When I saw his name in my email my heart 'skipped a beat'. I may have played this all down earlier, but I have a box full of beautiful love letters and mementos from him from over the years, although it's always been quite 'chaste' between us. One of those things. (Blush). I said, well of course! Come over. Would be great to catch up.

He came to visit me tonight. I felt strangely but happily excited to see him. I have always had a big soft spot for him. He gives me 'goosebumps' as he always has. He is as tall, handsome, amusing and dashing as he has always been. Yes really. Lucky me. Hey ho.

He had not been in the door more than 5 minutes when he said he has a very serious, probably terminal, brain tumor. He said he did not mean just to blurt it out like that, but he did. There it is. Another one. Again. (Oh boy!) Then, that topic dealt with ... we talked about all kinds of things for hours - very comfortable and familiar like we always feel. Caught up on the latest local gossip etc and so on... as you do.

Good heavens! He is as adorable as ever and has barely changed in all these years. Still married. Still 'friends' with his wife, although they are not romantic these days. More like old friends. Not much has changed in that regard. My word! Those same old feelings. They don't change. All the memories come flooding back. That old familiar feeling... He said he felt the same way too and remembers the moment he first clapped eyes on me and every hair on his body stood up on end, the day I first turned up to choir rehearsal, 20 years ago.

We reminisced about all that from years ago and agreed that nothing has changed in how we feel. The same. Conflicted, but affectionate. Still somewhat wary but attracted from my position especially considering the latest 'bombshell' about his health. He reaffirmed not for the first time, that he considers me his 'greatest love'. Oh my!

We talked for hours about what's been going on lately as well as random 'stuff'. Of course, the pressing brush with mortality is uppermost in his mind and we discussed it (I've had a lot of practice recently talking to people about this kind of thing). We talked about the recent death of X and what happened and what that's all about. Various random local gossip that he has missed out on the past year or two since he's been away...

He wants me to run away to his Greek island with him and just be 'happy' together for a while. I might? Why not? Life is short, after all. I sent him off home with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As usual.

Crikey! To be continued...

 

[Blueheart]

Wow! Another theatrical entrance.