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Knowing things that you "never knew"

av&hilfan90, I don't recall being the way you described with the Titanic, but I definitely feel a strong connection there.


Ballroom dancing is very easy for me to pick up. I did learn when I was 12, so perhaps it is a skill from this life.


I remember a few years ago, my cousin attempting to teach me Twinkle Twinkle and Jack & Jill on her keyboard. It wasn't easy to learn, and I still stuff it up, however, when she left the room, I flicked through my grandmother's music book and came across As Time Goes By. In no time (perhaps ten mins or so), I'd taught myself the first bar, and I kept repeatedly playing it. Only the first bar (note, I'm unsure how to read music in this life), and looking at the book, but I felt such inner joy and excitement, I just kept playing it over and over. It felt so natural, even though the simple nursery rhymes proved difficult, this song just felt right. I then sifted through the music book for a while, and ever since, I've felt increasingly drawn to learning the piano (even though this instrument was a keyboard). Interestingly, a healer/aura reader I met earlier this year (whom I mentioned in my intro post) said to me that I should take up the piano, it will come naturally to me and give me great joy. And I plan to, in time, in this life!


Riding a horse at aged 12 felt natural. My mother grew up riding horses, but raised her daughter in the city.


Foreign languages I easily recognise although not currently fluent.
 
I can read most egyptian heiroglyphics and I've never studied them before. Is that what your talking about. Trust me know how you feel on the names but I can't find Keirannia anywhere


Keirannia
 
Rainydays, that's great! Do you have any past life memories of playing the piano?


Keirannia, reading hieroglyphs without studying will most certainly qualify in this category :D You ask about the name Keirannia - it does remind me of something. 'Keira' is Celtic, I think, 'Keirannia' looks to me as if it could also be Celtic. Perhaps Gaulish or Welsh? It's only speculations though ;)
 
thank you Keira is welsh and it means dark. Keira also feels very natural I don't answer to my real name as quickly as I do if someone says Keira. I can't find Annia or a combination of the two though
 
Hm, something that happened just now. I bought myself the other day a rock saw to cut rocks (for lapidary, it's a new hobby of mine). At first I was a bit afraid of the whole machine - too much noise and was afraid that I'd cut myself or whatnot. I've only tried the machine twice for a couple of minutes so far. But today when I started cutting all just fell into place. I suddenly started making 'expert' type movements the the rock, turning them left and right, at whatever angle it needed to be turned to cut best, and when I cut the rock in two, without realising what I was doing, I took the one half and started 'polishing' away the hard bits on the machine, to make it as smooch as possible (to put it later on in the tumbler). I was almost like in a trance (and trust me with the noise a tile cutter is making you just CAN'T be in a trance :D ), and at some point I just realised that I was doing it and then consciously continued working with the rock until I was satisfied with it. This is one of the things that absolutely had no idea how to do, heck I'm usually afraid of electric bread cutters :eek::laugh: and now I'm cutting rocks like a pro. : angel


I don't have any memories of a past life related to it, but I'm thinking I might have done something rock cutting related in a past life, maybe as a man. Now lapidary is a hobby (ok business as well for some), but I'm wondering what sort of things could have been related to this in older times, a particular profession...hm, have to research a bit on Google.


I mean this sort of work is definitely not by 'default' a girl's job, but I found myself totally enjoying it.
 
A couple of years ago i took beginning pottery -


When I was little i was always digging holes in the ground and "seperating" the deep dirt from the rocks, collecting the "pretty" rocks, etc. And sculpting the mud.


Anyways, at college on a whim I took a wheel class. The professor started by saying that the hardest part once the wheel is going is to find the center of the clay. At first i was concentrating so hard when he was talking, to center my clay i couldnt do it. And then all of a sudden I drifted off, and when I looked back down to my surprise I had thrown my first pot.


The second pot I made, to the delight of my instructor, had some intricate carving in it. I had told him i wanted this pot to be reddish pink - but there was no such glaze. I used a green slime glaze (which is supposed to turn green.) When I was done firing it, to everyone's surprise my pot came out a speckled reddish pink color. He was shocked to see it and asked what i did - i told him i used a copper overglaze and a layer of slime before and after and then put it in the reduction chamber. Apperantly this is a very advanced technique. I had manipulated the metals in the green glaze to oxidize my copper overglaze (sorta confusing i know).


I also made a long goblet out of a non-porcelain material which was supposed to be impossible. I fired it on it's bottom, and despite what all of the professors said, it's neck did not bend and melt under the heat. I feel like for some reason i just know how to manipulate the clay enough to get what i want out of it.


Anyways, I threw twice as much as the class required, and took it twice before i had to discontinue classes there due to finances. I think about throwing pottery every day. I really miss it.
 
Wow, both experiences are really amazing!


It's so wonderful when past life talents shine through by accident, I think :)
 
What a great thread!!


When I was a young girl I remember reading about the beginnings of the Egyptian civilization (that was a while ago):laugh:, and thinking that what was written was not accurate. I kept thinking that I KNEW the civilization was much older than what I was reading. I even told my Mom the book was wrong! She didn't really pay much attention to me, but I was adamant, even upset!!


Recently, I saw a documentary about the Sphinx and they now think it is much older than originally thought. I found myself nodding as I watched !!


Have always "seen" a picture in my mind of sweeping mountain vistas that ended in the sea. Thinking about it always brought me peace. In a PLR I learned that I lived a life of solitude in a forest high up in the mountains. I spent nights sheltering in a huge tree with a goregous view of the mountains that swept down to the ocean. It was a really distant life, so there isn't any way to validate it, but I once I had the PLR, I knew why it always seemed so real. :)


I also had a flashback while at a ballet of the Nutcracker. I suddenly saw myself leaving a brick building by a stage door with a bare lightbulb in an old fashioned light fixture. It was late at night, and snow was just beginning to fall. I was very tired and knew that I was going home after dancing in a ballet. I have always loved ballet - but have two-left feet in this life:D. Have done some research about the history of ballet and think it might have been in New York about the turn of the century.


Thanks for letting me share
 
Hi everyone!


I have had some funny experiences recently - mostly connected with words.


One has just happened right now - as some of you know, I have studied welsh for some time now, but it is almost impossible to assert your knowledge on a regular basis, because it is a language that is not spoken outside that wee corner of the world that I love so much. Anyway, I saw this post just now:

thank you Keira is welsh and it means dark. Keira also feels very natural I don't answer to my real name as quickly as I do if someone says Keira.
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Instantly I knew there was something wrong - keira is not welsh. And dark, in welsh, is tywyll (it sound something like tuh-oo-eethl ).


A similar welsh word to keira would be ceirios (plural ceiriosen - reads kayreeose or kayreeosen) - it means cherry.


I hope this is of some assistance, Keira....


Love


Welsh
 
I don't know any French and I have never been around anybody that knows French. However, two days ago, my chorus teacher gave teh boys a piece of music that was French. The tune to it sounded so familar. Then my teacher started to help the boys with how to pronounce the French words. I didn't even have a copy of the music to see, but started mouthing the words with my teacher and I pronounced them perfectly. There was no way, other than a past life, that I would be able to know French.
 
In this life I'm not what you would consider an alpha male. I'm definately more of a follower than a leader (but I'm working on it ;) ). I struggle with being comfortable leading, asserting myself, and making decisions when it involves other people. When I would first go out running with my friend, I tended to run a little behind him. It annoyed him and he would tell me to run up along side him so he could talk to me easier. It's just something I did subconsciously. I'm starting to wonder if this comes from living many female lives in the past when women were supposed to be followers, not leaders. They were socially inferior to men.


There have been a few things I "didn't know." I identified the model and year of a car I had no knowledge of. I talked about this experience in my "validated memories" thread. I recalled the name of a town I had never heard of before. I also recalled a last name that is uncommon. I've never known anyone with that name before. I had to look it up to make sure that it is a real last name, it is. I even spelled it correctly.
 
Well, first hope I can explain this in the right way. But in this life how much am I a Mountain Wanderer. I have been hiking and spending long lengths of time up in the high Rocky Mountains now for near 30 years. And thru the years how many things when living up in the Rockies or in the Desert Southwest's Canyon Country just come to me like instinct.


Now one of the things that I do when back in the wilds is how much of the time do I use the Wild Edible and Medicinal Plants. There are some things when it comes to this that it is kinda hard to really explain and then find in some of the herbal books that are out there which I find interestingly enough. And every so often I get some confirmation on this use concerning some plant. But at other times, am asked by someone on this and my reply is always ... "Just Experience". I find this interesting.


Now how much in my mountain wanderings, it has been high in the Absarokas which is here in Wyoming in the Greater Yellowstone Area. In the old days, it was the Mountain Shoshones (Sheepeaters) that lived here. I can really identify with them and know down deep within that I lived a multiple of lives with them of both genders. And how much is these memories and ways of living right below the surface so to speak. They lived without horses with on top of the peaks in the summer and the nearby valleys in the winter with the Bighorn Sheep their Buffalo. But until just recently there was hardly nothing that was written about them. Now recently a good book was recently written on them and their ways with even though it was from the archeological - anthropological point of view, how much still when going thru the book would be saying Yes Yes Yes and in total agreement.


And in the last like 4 or 5 years have been going to some Primitive Living Skills - Wilderness Survival Skills gathering where the old skills and ways are taught. It was interesting but the first times that in this life that I would tan a hide, do some pottery by primitive methods, or other skills ... it was like instinct and absolutely no problem for me which I thought was also interesting.
 
I seem to have known a considerable amount concerning sewing, embroidering, carding wool and spinning yarn, with one of those very old-fashioned drop spindles, as a kid. There was even another type of spindle that I recall making for myself when I was probably six or seven, which involved just getting a short, thick stick, looping some thread over the middle, and twisting it carefully until it made yarn or rope. A friend gave me a small bag of loose, fluffy grayish wool from one of her sheep, and I made some real yarn out of it, even though it was quite lumpy and uneven, using that method. Then I attempted to knit with the woolen yarn I made, but that was really difficult, due to the bad consistency of the yarn. But when I tried making a drop spindle, it didn't really work, I think because I couldn't find a heavy enough weight.
 
I remember always arguing with mom about a place called Mesopotamia, and another place called Patagonia. I was young and never knew much about either, I just knew that Patagonia was in Africa but never really understood how I knew. She always insisted that there were no such places.


I also taught myself how to swim, before taking any swimming lessons. I was about 5 or 6.
 
azgrl25 said:
I remember always arguing with mom about a place called Mesopotamia, and another place called Patagonia. I was young and never knew much about either, I just knew that Patagonia was in Africa but never really understood how I knew.
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That's interesting (although Patagonia is in South America - Chile and Argentina). :thumbsup: Do you get any feelings or emotions thinking about those place/areas?


Karoliina
 
Many years ago when I was still a smoker I decided to save money by rolling my own cigarettes. I bought some loose tobacco and rolling papers and as soon as I picked them up I knew how to roll a perfect cigarette, first time. It seemed very familiar to me.


The odd thing was that whenever I rolled a cigarette I would look at my hand and expect to see that my index finger and middle finger of my right hand were stubs, cut off at the first joint. Of course my fingers were fine, but I kept expecting to see them cut off whenever I rolled a cigarette. It was an odd feeling.


Then one day at my folk's house (before they both quit smoking as well) I rolled a cigarette and my mom remarked that her grandfather (who died before I was born) used to roll his own. She said he rolled them very skillfully considering that he had lost part of two fingers in an accident at the sawmill where he worked. She verified that it had been the first joint of the index and middle fingers of his right hand that he had lost.


Just this year my mom found an old photograph of him and his wife. He looked hauntingly familiar to me, but the truly odd thing was he wore a mustache and goatee in exactly the style that I used to wear back in my 30's (1970's) when I was rolling cigarettes. Looking at his photo was a very spooky experience for me.
 
Yup, you're right - Patagonia is in south America lol, I've had some memories of being a small girl in the African masai tribe as well, this came to light while working on a book about body art from different cultures around the world. While working on that book I felt a familiarity with their dancing and jumping, like I wanted to experiance that again. They can really jump haha
 
Fiziwig, wow, powerful realities. They are very similar to how I discovered my own past as my great-grandfather. Facial hair being a prime topic, but also for me it was how to handle work horses. Coming from the city my only encounter with horses was 4th of July parade. Yet when I returned to my roots here in Kansas, handling a draft horse was second nature. I knew the feel, sounds and techniques for hitching. I feel so nostalgic, complete...comfortable around them. I now have a team and there is nothing more wonderful than being around them...its innate. My Great-grandfather was a sod farmer at the turn of the century 1890's.


Fiziwig did you find yourself drawn to any relationships...or were you drawn to any other people from THAT time period? Is there anyone else around you from then?


Tinkerman
 
Tinkerman said:
... Coming from the city my only encounter with horses was 4th of July parade. Yet when I returned to my roots here in Kansas, handling a draft horse was second nature. ...
Fiziwig did you find yourself drawn to any relationships...or were you drawn to any other people from THAT time period? Is there anyone else around you from then?


Tinkerman
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My first encounter with horses confirmed that I didn't much like them! hehe. They're big and strong don't listen to a thing I try to tell them to do. :)


I can't honestly say that I recognize or am drawn to any other people from that era. All I really know is that my great grandfather's parents were from Canada, he was born in New York, and was a shingle cutter in a saw mill.


I also found this small tidbit about him: http://www.genealogy.com/genealogy/users/b/a/r/Shar-Bartlett/index.html (His son Joseph is my grandfather)
 
I'm bumping this old thread up for the newer members. Have you ever recalled anything from a past life that you later discovered was a fact?.... a fact that you had never been aware of in your present life?
 
Back in 1978 I fell asleep on the commuter train going home to Greenwich, Connecticut from New York, and had a particularly memorable dream in which I and another fellow captured a small vessel in a harbor that was held by the British. I missed my stop, and by the time I awoke, we were passing over the small harbor of Cos Cob, which I had never seen before, and where I found out a year later that such an event did take place nearly 200 years before. That memory seemed to open a flood-gate, because I shortly afterward encountered a series of synchronous events and memories which led my entire family into the field of living history interpretation.
 
Well, thanks to the above poster I am now aware that suicide was not an uncommon way for men to avoid the draft during the 60's. The strange part for me is that I don't think I went through any kind of hell like pretty much every other suicide relates. I guess it has something to do with the mindset. Now that I think about it, I feel like I knew that it wouldn't raise very many eyebrows. "Just another hop-head ODing."
 
i recently read in a random paragraph about 4 days ago about how my PL's son would go to the concentration camp his father (me) worked in and once went missing and he thought his son was thrown into the gas chamber and then the crematorium. and a couple weeks ago i was in this little German town here in Indiana (the street signs and everything are in German, it looks like a Bavarian town), and there's a convent there. the physical building is brick and has a tall chimney-tower that makes the building look like a crematorium. my (almost) 2 year old son ran off and when i caught up to him i told him not to run off because they'd gas him & throw him in the crematorium and he wouldnt want that. it was creepy when i read that.


i know the layout of Auschwitz II, and even drew a map when i was a little kid. i found it the other day, actually, and looked it up online to compare it. only i spelled it "owshits" on the paper. i was 8 or 9 :\


my VW past life, i knew the name of "myself" when i saw it on the Vietnam Memorial Wall, and i contacted someone my PL served with, and he confirmed everything i knew. the birthday, death day, how he died, etc. it was weird.


there are others, but those are the ones that stand out the most.
 
When I was a child I used to gather yarrow and lay it out to dry "for the winter" even though I had no idea what it was. I have memories of two lives where I worked with herbs extensively. One of them was in England and I even have memories of gathering and using yarrow in that life. In my regression to that life I remembered a skirmish taking place and I even knew the approximate date. I know very little of English history so imagine my surprised when I found a record of a skirmish in that very month and year. I didn't even know England was undergoing a civil war at the time. I also remember fleeing for Ireland to escape persecution as a witch. I found out that Ireland was a much more lenient place than England with regards to that sort of thing at the time and it would have been a logical choice.


I've had several other coincidences but that's the one that stands out to me most at the moment.
 
When I was very little, I used to draw airplanes that looked a lot like the plane I now know I flew in my WWII life. My mom always said they were pretty detailed for someone that age who wasn't familiar with older models of planes. Obviously I'd seen seaplanes and commercial jets before, but I don't have any memory of seeing planes from WWII before I started drawing them all the time.
 
You know, I'm surprised I didn't mention this here. When I see a piano, I simply must sit down and play. I'm known for my love of head-banging Heavy Metal or 50's rock so crazy it makes Jerry Lee Lewis look like he's playing a ballad. Yet when I play a piano, I play elaborate baroque pieces. I don't bang the keys (as many feared I would). I let my fingers glide and dance along the key-bed. Half the time I'm not playing anything in particular, I'm just tapping out melodies as they enter my head. If it feels right, I will sometimes go into honky-tonk and "old favorites", sing-along songs that everybody knows. People often ask me where I learned to play, and that's where it gets weird. I tell them quite truthfully, "One day I woke up and I could play."


Seriously.


I had gone into my brother's room looking for something. He was an aspiring songwriter and a very talented trombonist. I couldn't bang out "Mary Had A Little Lamb" to save my life. But I went into his room and saw his keyboard. I turned it on to goof with it and just make noise. When the light came on, however, a light in my head also came on. It was like a switch being flipped. Everything about the keys suddenly made sense and I knew right where to place my fingers.


My family flipped. All the heard was somebody upstairs playing piano. I was the only person upstairs, but they all knew that I couldn't play the piano...!


I didn't want to quit. I was afraid that if I did, I'd never be able to do it again. But they bought a piano anyway, and I never lost the knack, no matter how long I go between tickling the ivories.


No clue where it came from. I just woke up one morning and I could play.
 
I always had argued that the Civil War was not over slavery, and that the Confederate States seceded because the feds were stepping in, in places they had no business. I found out quite a bit later in what, fifth grade? That this was how the Confederates felt. And Savannah, Georgia about that era is appealing.


I'm also huge into storm chasing, and when I was younger, I used to just "know" things about tornadoes before they were ever confirmed. I have thought for some time now that I encountered a tornado in a past life because of my life practically revolving around storms.
 
Mammatus said:
I always had argued that the Civil War was not over slavery, and that the Confederate States seceded because the feds were stepping in, in places they had no business.
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Although I understand your point that your opinion may be influenced by a past-life existence, I would point out that there would not have been a Civil War had it not been for the institution of slavery, which southerners held onto strongly, because it was the only hope in a mostly agrarian society, that they had of rising in the world. It is true that certain cultural differences existed between the North and the South, which had their roots as far back as the English Civil War. But, those difference were largely diluted by 1860. Political differences surrounding States' Rights existed in all the States at some time or another, but only came to a violent head where slavery was concerned, beginning violently in the Kansas/Missouri dispute. There is a tendency among some revisionist authors to try and absolve the South of their adherence to slavery by refocusing upon certain technical political issues. However, those issues were not exclusive to the Confederate States.


Although I admit that I may have been a bible-thumping abolitionist in a past life, my intention is not to revive an historic argument. But, when it comes to factual history, I know without any doubt that there would have been no war had it not been for slavery and all the abuses inherent in that institution.
 
I don't recall ever reading ANYTHING about Norse myths and legends....or anything involving dragons in particular....and yet....I've always "known" that Norse dragons were malicious and evil.....looked it up recently to see if that was the case (I'm using them in several of my stories), and was amazed at being correct......and Norway has always felt..."familiar"
 
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