Armada
Old Soul
In the memory of my most recent past life, there were two people I knew then who I know are two people who I know now. The funny thing is that they were together then, and are together now was well. I find it amusing how history tends to repeat itself...
It also makes me smile, and hopeful that this time they won't have the life they manage to build together cut short by an early death.
Sometimes I wonder if I should tell them, but in all my 6 years of knowing J and 3 years of knowing C in this life I have never said a word about it.
Anyway, apart from the early deaths this memory is a fairly good one. I first remembered it in this lifetime about the same week J and I first met C...
I was standing in an apartment building in the late 80's to early 90's, up on one of the higher floors. I knew for some reason that it was my birthday, and that I was waiting for someone as I got up and paced around the kitchenette and lounge room (A habit that I still possess when waiting). As I was pacing I didn't notice J and C let themselves in and walk up the hall and into the lounge room, J greeting me first and startling me a little with his ability to sneak up on me (Which he still does -_-'). They were my flat mates. C had short, black hair which was flicked out at the ends as opposed to the long, ash-blonde hair she has now. As well as her eyes being a deep blue instead of the misty grey-ish blue she has in this lifetime. Her freckles were missing, she was thinner and much paler... But I could still tell that it was her. J was shorter, his eyes were a light brown instead of light green-ish blue and he wore some seriously dorky clothes. There were a few boxes around the apartment that hadn't been unpacked yet too. We all talked for a bit about where they had been that morning and what we were going to do that day, when C handed me a wrapped gift saying 'Happy birthday' and giving J one of those happy couple under the arm hugs. J just smiled and they both watched as I tore through the wrapping paper, immediately flicking through the pages and not bothering to so much as look at the cover as soon as I realized that it was a book. It was bigger than an A5, but smaller than an A4 and not thick, but not thin either. Inside were both words and pictures, two images sticking out the most. One of Aleister Crowley and one of a Bogle. It was a book on the occult and mythology (Which are subjects I still have interest in). After that I thanked them, and we left to go and get something to eat.
For some reason I cannot recall, but just know that I died in that life not long after when the apartment caught fire.
I've had quite a few dreams since of what I know was the building our apartment was in burning, the view of it being from outside and high above the ground as if I were already dead and nothing more than a spirit.
I don't know if J and/or C died the same way, or a different way not long after... But I do know that they died around the same time at a young age. All of us having been around 20 in the memory of my birthday.
It also makes me smile, and hopeful that this time they won't have the life they manage to build together cut short by an early death.
Sometimes I wonder if I should tell them, but in all my 6 years of knowing J and 3 years of knowing C in this life I have never said a word about it.
Anyway, apart from the early deaths this memory is a fairly good one. I first remembered it in this lifetime about the same week J and I first met C...
I was standing in an apartment building in the late 80's to early 90's, up on one of the higher floors. I knew for some reason that it was my birthday, and that I was waiting for someone as I got up and paced around the kitchenette and lounge room (A habit that I still possess when waiting). As I was pacing I didn't notice J and C let themselves in and walk up the hall and into the lounge room, J greeting me first and startling me a little with his ability to sneak up on me (Which he still does -_-'). They were my flat mates. C had short, black hair which was flicked out at the ends as opposed to the long, ash-blonde hair she has now. As well as her eyes being a deep blue instead of the misty grey-ish blue she has in this lifetime. Her freckles were missing, she was thinner and much paler... But I could still tell that it was her. J was shorter, his eyes were a light brown instead of light green-ish blue and he wore some seriously dorky clothes. There were a few boxes around the apartment that hadn't been unpacked yet too. We all talked for a bit about where they had been that morning and what we were going to do that day, when C handed me a wrapped gift saying 'Happy birthday' and giving J one of those happy couple under the arm hugs. J just smiled and they both watched as I tore through the wrapping paper, immediately flicking through the pages and not bothering to so much as look at the cover as soon as I realized that it was a book. It was bigger than an A5, but smaller than an A4 and not thick, but not thin either. Inside were both words and pictures, two images sticking out the most. One of Aleister Crowley and one of a Bogle. It was a book on the occult and mythology (Which are subjects I still have interest in). After that I thanked them, and we left to go and get something to eat.
For some reason I cannot recall, but just know that I died in that life not long after when the apartment caught fire.
I've had quite a few dreams since of what I know was the building our apartment was in burning, the view of it being from outside and high above the ground as if I were already dead and nothing more than a spirit.
I don't know if J and/or C died the same way, or a different way not long after... But I do know that they died around the same time at a young age. All of us having been around 20 in the memory of my birthday.
It's kind of funny actually, people always say they're so similar apart from gender. I kind of have the suspicion that they might even be twin souls.