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Holding onto something tangible?

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Dear friends, I have been wondering how many others hold on to some tangible (a material object or possession capable of being held) piece of a past life. I realize that actual objects are highly improbable and difficult to find. But in my case I can go to my old home and farm and view the place. I have found one object that was mine, it is a small medallion that was once on the bumper of my car(circa 1920). I found it with a metal detector. It sits in a place I can see it every day. Gives me a great feeling of comfort and a realization that it IS all real and "tangible."

Some time ago I wanted to honor my memories in a way that was with me every place I go. I'm not sure what motivated me in this direction, but I bought a small gold band (like a wedding ring) and I wear it on my right middle finger. It reminds me constantly of that life, it's beauty and its eternal place in my heart and soul. Over the past years that I've worn it, I've been asked about it several times. Guys in my position aren't prone to wearing a lot of bling. So when asked, sometimes, if the moment is right, I'll take the opportunity to tell people it's a "dedication" to a past life and a belief in reincarnation. Usually the reaction is honest interest and leads to wonderful talks. Was my decision to wear it well thought out? Well, I'd say it was more spiritually induced and hard to explain. But I did it very deliberately. It's my tangible commitment to an incredibly powerful part of me.

I once thought of suggesting to others that wearing a ring on the right middle finger would be an excellent collective reincarnation symbol. But know from my own process it has to come from within. These little pieces help me see the reality of it all.

I'd be interested in others thoughts and methods of touching the past in a real way.

The Tinkerman
 
Tinkerman,


I think a lot of us collect things that either belonged to that time and remind us of then, and try to find things that belonged to that person we were then.


For me, it's impossible to buy something that belonged to me then. And, it's difficult to find things that are from that time, that are within reach, and not fakes.


I do have a reproduction of the ring I once wore. I've talked to a number of people who wear them now, because they wore them then.


I also have something that I'm pretty sure went across my desk for review and approval, although the provenance doesn't state so-which is why I could afford it.


It came from the Gahr workshop, and it is a Thor's hammer that was not completely finished, and I think it was a prototype.


I also have one of the silver plaques that were given out to people who donated money to put on the 1000-year anniversary of the death of Heinrich the Fowler, the man i believed (erroneously) that I had been in a past life.


That, because of what it was, and that it was reincarnation-related then, is one of my best finds.


Phoenix
 
I have some things that relate to my most recent past life as a Russian truck driver - an old Raketa watch (I never owned a watch in that life, but wished I could have one; my sister worked in the Chelyabinsk watch factory but even she could never get at one), a 1968 two-kopek coin, two stamps from the late 60s, a record of the Soviet Army Choir from that time (a gift from a dear friend who knows about that past life, and a wonderful surprise), and, best of all, an original 1958 manual of the type of truck I used to drive then. It will be a long time until I can really read it, but for the moment, just having it and looking at the diagrams is enough fun.


Of course it's not too difficult to get hold of things from a relatively recent past life, but with earlier ones it can be difficult to impossible. Therefore, I consider myself very lucky indeed!
 
Hi Tman,


A lovely post! I don’t own anything from an actual past life – but I have things that are dear to me now because of that life.


For example – in my lifetime as Alessandra, I recall how important and special a specific rosary was (I am not Catholic in this life). It held a great significance to me then – because it was given to me by Lera, whom I adored. It was her grandmother’s – and it had been given to her. I carried it everywhere with me – and when I was dying from leukemia, I used to hold it in my hands and say childish prayers for comfort. I can recall my funeral – as can my mom, Deborah, (who was Lera). Folded in my hands in the casket – was the rosary.


In this life – I have always had a fascination for them. My boss, Sophie, is Catholic – and she gave me a pretty blue-beaded rosary. It doesn’t look anything like Alessandra’s (that one had black beads – this one is bright blue), but holding it in my hands was comforting. For the longest time I carried it everywhere with me. Sophie was going to show me how to use it – but instinctively I already knew. It was – very precious to me.


A couple of years ago, for my birthday, my mom gave me a locket - it had been given to her by her grandmother on her 17th birthday. It's extremely special to me, not just for that reason, but also because is signifies something deeper from a pl for us. It's a reminder of family - then and now. :)


I also have a special ring that I never take off. It is one of my most prized possessions. It was a gift from my Mom during our last visit together – which was really important to me. It is a Celtic ring - much has been said about the symbolism and origin of Celtic knots. Most people agree that Celtic knots are a form of sacred geometry and symbolize the interconnectedness of all things. They represent the eternal web and the continuous cycling of existence. This ring, for me, is symbolic on many levels - but most importantly it is representative of our souls' connection. A culmination of the journeys of our past, the gift of our present and the possibilities of our future - an endless flow of energy and love from the beginning into infinity.


As an interesting addition – I found this online:

In Brigit's Feast (Vol. 2 No. 1, pp. 9, 11) Frank Mills writes...
The interlaced patterns with their unbroken lines symbolize humankind's pilgrimage, both as a quest to return to our divine source and our spiritual growth as we move along in the quest. The pattern is to be mentally unraveled, which, while occupying the mind with a repetitive task, creates a deeper concentration enabling us "to see." In this it is akin to the use of a mantra or rosary beads.
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Fascinating to note how mentions of rosary beads keep popping up… ;)


Aili
 
I have found myself collecting things related to the Third Reich as well. (Though I can only afford reproductions.) My most prized ones are a framed picture of my former-self on the wall, a reproduction of my SS dagger, & Nazi Reichmarks. I have not been able to afford the ring that Pheonix spoke about earlier, but I definately want one & am envious of those that do already have them. ;)


Sincerely,


Laurasia
 
The ring


I am interested to know the story about the 1920's object you have as well! How was that discovered, the old home? How were you fortunate enough to get that far as well!?? I love the idea of a ring too!
 
Hi Tman,


I've never had a personal belonging from a past life, but when I visited the palace of Hollyroodhouse in Edimburgh, I saw some of Bonnie Prince Charlie's personal belongings: a knife and fork, two pistols, a lock of hair... It was the EERIEST experience ever... :eek:
 
Hi JenniD, The object was a bumper medallion from the Knights of Columbus. It is round with their multi colored emblem in some type of ceramic. Some of the ceramic is broken away but it cleaned up really good. It was fastened to the grill or bumper of your car. These things have not been used for many years. I found it with my metal detector at my old home. It was 6 inches down in the ground under what once was the front porch.I believe it fell under the porch and was lost for all those years. I knew instantly what it was and even had a thought of what it looked like on my old car circa 1920. I, my great-grand father, was a charter member of the local Kof C. Finding it was incredibly synchronous to other events and for me a sign of the reality. I often visit the decaying old farm to remember and day dream, good times and sad times. An odd and yet fulfilling thing.


The old farm is only one mile down the road from where I live now. It is still in the family. I didn't have to find it. Somehow I knew it was always my home even as a child visiting there. I know the room where I died, where my wife and children died, I remember working the fields with horses. The lay out is different, some building I once put up are long gone... But i know where they were.


The ring is an excellent reminder. Funny how just today I noticed an elderly man wearing just such a ring. I wanted to ask... but instead chose to think of the wonderful possiblilty... and leave it at that. This guy would have been a child when I was alive then.


Thanks for asking,


Tinkerman
 
I have many things from one of my most recent past lives, unfortunately I grew up with them around me because they were my great great grandmothers. We have many antiques that my grandmother would tell us stories of how they came from Ireland on the boat so when I started having flashes of that life, I doubted myself. My favorite item is a large stone bread bowl that I still use today, I feel connected to her when I use it. I quit doubting myself a couple months ago when I finally got the courage to go to the house that she built with her husband and talk with the new owners. When I walked onto the property, it almost overwhelmed me, I felt home! I had always felt homesick when we left the town where she had lived and now I know why. It was the town where my mother and grandmother grew up, so we were there a couple times a year growing up. One odd thing is I feel almost shame or regret when I visit her grave. There is a large family stone with each person having there own personal stone, they would have been quite expensive. I always think to myself what a waste of money. I think that life was spent worrying about money when I had plenty. I wish I could remember more but all I have so far is a few flashes of working in the kitchen and the garden. I'm hoping that the new owners of her house will let me come inside to see it. I know it has changed a lot but they told me the woodwork was all original, maybe it would help me to remember more.


Sorry about the rambling, I know it was way more that the question asked lol.
 
Thanks for sharing that pepper, don't worry, you're not rambling, it was very interesting to read.


That would be a fascinating experience for you if you could look around that old house again, and quite an emotional one too I would imagine. I'm always hoping that I'll get a chance to visit a location of any of my past lives one day. Please come back and tell us about it if you do ever get the opportunity to go back there.


Chris :)
 
I think it's impossible to find anything I once owned, since I was a nobody and probably didn't have much private property anyway, being poor and all.


I do have a Soviet cap from 1969. It was made decades after I died but since it's a Soviet cap I got attached to it and it now sits on my bedroom shelf. I feel a lot safer with it there even though my brother says it scares him.


I collect poems and books. I think I might've been a fan of some of them before. Two of the better-known ones are "The Twelve" by Alexandr Blok and "Wait For Me" by Konstantin Simonov. My favorite books are by Dostoyevsky. Of course, I also just had to read the Communist Manifesto.


One more thing: I made myself a scarf just like one I used to have with blue, grey, and green stripes.


It's so cool how some of you found real items you used to have. My goal is to find my old village and visit it.
 
I've been in touch with a past life family member who told me about myself when old, which was the only way he knew me, and I now have a whole album of copies of photos. I doubt he believes me, he won't say, but he's been kind and generous. So have the others I've contacted in my quest for answers. I think it's because I've been respectful and asked of each person I've contacted about whether they wanted to know what I feel. No one has said yes, outright, but they still have helped me find my way.


And no, I won't share the photos here. I respect the family's privacy, since they have respected my belief that I used to belong to them. They treat me like a distant cousin curious about the family tree! ;)
 
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