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Happy Memories

Klaud

Klaud

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I think we could use some positivity, so post any happy past life memories you like.

For me, one of my happiest ones came from my life in Mongolia. I hadn't been born yet, but I was able to view the memory in third person. While my mother had been pregnant with me, there was one day she had been in a pretty good mood and was humming while hanging linens to dry, and occasionally patting her belly. We had only a short time together, but I remember that part very fondly.

Feeling that level of love from another person is like the most amazingly joyous feeling in the universe. While she isn't my mother now, that love is definitely still there.
 
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I was standing in a beautiful garden. Three kids came running towards me and almost knocked me over. The smallest one was a boy and clung to my thigh. The two girls just hugged me tight.

Similar situation with me as a kid. I was playing in a garden, then ran to a man who was talking to another man and clung to him. He tried to get rid of me, but I could feel he was smiling.
 
My last past life:
A birthday party, I was 4 or 5 years old and it was my day. I was the king of the party. Everyone paid attention to me, and it was not always the case in a large family. I remember sitting at the table with my sisters and brothers around me. My mother holding the youngest,a babygirl in her arms was looking at me and smiling.
 
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The last time I turned back to look at the house where I had been born and raised, before leaving it forever and just some days before I died.
I didn't know yet then that it would be the happiest moment in my whole PL.
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Most of my happy memories are very vague as they come from either past life or early in this lifetime.

During my past life regression 4 years ago I remembered being a young woman walking through some forest. I remember feeling calm yet also happy. Sadly I've never been able to remember anything beyond that.

In this life time I can vaugley remember being about 3 years old and visiting my grandma for the holiday just shortly before she passed away.

Another happy memory from this lifetime was from near the same time I can remember being about 3 or maybe 4 years old and helping my parents harvest vegetables in our vegetable garden I can even remember some of the crops that we grew.
 
My memory of pure joy and feeling on top of the world was after an intimate encounter with my then-husband in a haystack. I climbed up to the top of the large bales of hay and looked over the landscape. It was an ecstatic feeling. I assume we had just conceived our first child.
 
fireflydancing said:
My memory of pure joy and feeling on top of the world was after an intimate encounter with my then-husband in a haystack. I climbed up to the top of the large bales of hay and looked over the landscape. It was an ecstatic feeling. I assume we had just conceived our first child.
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I have a memory about an intimate situation, too. The one that convinced me that it's real. Because I was a man. I felt something I can't possibly feel in my current life. I don't know who the woman was. Maybe I wasn't such a nice guy and had some lovers just for fun.
 
GalaxyDreamer90 said:
Most of my happy memories are very vague as they come from either past life or early in this lifetime.

During my past life regression 4 years ago I remembered being a young woman walking through some forest. I remember feeling calm yet also happy. Sadly I've never been able to remember anything beyond that.

In this life time I can vaugley remember being about 3 years old and visiting my grandma for the holiday just shortly before she passed away.

Another happy memory from this lifetime was from near the same time I can remember being about 3 or maybe 4 years old and helping my parents harvest vegetables in our vegetable garden I can even remember some of the crops that we grew.
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I have a rather happy memory with my grandmother in this life as well. I'd hit my face on the corner of the cabinet when I was about three-ish. She held me on her lap and sang to me until I stopped crying.
 
Oh, so many! Parties, romantic nights, park strolls, beach days! Deep talks with my father, schemes with my sister, pranks with my niece and nephew, rainy afternoons in bed with my love, reading aloud to one another. But since the original post mentioned the love of mothers, I'll narrow my focus:

My past life mother spoke Yiddish, Hebrew, Flemish, Polish, a little Russian, and English -- and probably more for all I know, she was a genius with language. As a teenager then (early 1920's) I didn't have any friends and could only really speak Yiddish. My English was a mess, despite having been in London since 1914; I was a sickly kid and simply couldn't manage it. So my mom took it upon herself to make me laugh whenever she could. She'd mash up the languages she spoke, combining words that sounded similar but had wildly different meanings to make hilarious phrases that had me in stitches. She'd weave together crude jokes that sounded like they were about prostitutes, alcoholism, infidelity, bestiality, the neighbor lady's butt -- but were in fact gibberish. I'd laugh until I cried, but she'd just look at me innocently like, "What? What do you think I said?" And I'd be unable to tell her because she never ACTUALLY said those terrible things, she just said nonsense. And if I did tell her what I heard, she'd accuse me of having the dirty mind :rolleyes:
 
Klaud said:
I have a rather happy memory with my grandmother in this life as well. I'd hit my face on the corner of the cabinet when I was about three-ish. She held me on her lap and sang to me until I stopped crying.
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I have a similar memory with my mother in this life I can remember being about 4 years old and cutting my finger on a tin can. I can't remember the pain but I can remember feeling so bad that I had snuck into my older sisters room when told not to. Anyway I can very clearly remember afterward being in my mother's lap crying and her comforting me. I can even remember her gently stroking my hair. She always like my natural blonde hair and liked to style it. However I wouldn't let her style it very often though there were a few times I would let her style it as a little kid. To this day I miss that feeling of comfort that my parents would give me growing up and I'm not sure how to get that same feeling now as an adult.
 
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