Julius.Suiluj
Caesar
Do you ever relive a memory and it feels like you're there again? Your senses even are in tune with the past. The current, fades away.
It feels like you're there...
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Julius.Suiluj
Caesar
I had a memory, I sit at a fountain in a courtyard. I can feel the cold stone beneath me. I run my fingers through the water and can feel the water on my fingertips, they feel wet. I can hear the water, and hear the greenery above me blowing blissfully in the warm breeze.
Julius.Suiluj
Caesar
well i have a memory of being anne neville i was sitting under a tree with king richard the 3rd he was holding a lute and singing to me
nice memory
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Kenz1010
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Yes, and it was far from pleasant.
Julius.Suiluj
Caesar
I can relate. I'm sorry for you with this. I have memories that aren't pleasant also....so vivid you feel the pain even...
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Kenz1010
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It’s okay, sorry you’ve also experienced some unpleasant things. I guess it’s just a process, I’m trying to keep a positive outlook.
I listened to some 40s music the other day while some family was around and I started bawling (like REALLY bawling hahaha), quite awkward. It was a happy cry though, they looked at me like I was nuts.
I think when you’re having a rough time with a memory or something of that sort, it’s good to focus on the things from that past life that make you happy. Think it makes it a tad easier to cope with.
Julius.Suiluj
Caesar
I can relate to you very much.
Thyme
Active Member
Yes. Many times when I'm meditating I have very clear memories. It's like I'm in that place and my current life doesn't exist, in fact. When I open my eyes I remember that I am now another person.
The most realistic memory I ever had was of one where I was in a house made of wood. I touched the wood with my fingers, feeling the rough material. Then I saw a woman in a long hallway. She hugged me. It was a warm, sincere, honest, beautiful embrace. At that moment I thought "She should be my mother" but I knew she was a woman who was giving me the opportunity to work, she was not my mother. I looked her in the eye. It was exactly the same look of my grandmother in this life.
I have other very clear memories. In those moments I forget that I am in my room, with my eyes closed.
The most realistic memory I ever had was of one where I was in a house made of wood. I touched the wood with my fingers, feeling the rough material. Then I saw a woman in a long hallway. She hugged me. It was a warm, sincere, honest, beautiful embrace. At that moment I thought "She should be my mother" but I knew she was a woman who was giving me the opportunity to work, she was not my mother. I looked her in the eye. It was exactly the same look of my grandmother in this life.
I have other very clear memories. In those moments I forget that I am in my room, with my eyes closed.