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Little Wolf part 1

Wulfie

Dreamer
Little Wolf lived long ago before there was an awareness of white men, ships, cities, or even townships, though there were stories among the Elders and Traders about people across the Big Water. I believe she was an Eastern Woodland Indian because of the coast line, tree types, plants, animals, and because the plains with buffalo (tho she didn't call them that) are to the west and 'the place where there's no winter' is to the south. And the place of the Big Ice is to the north. Her mother's name was Flowering Meadow. Her father was White Fox's Uncle, tho she called him Uncle. Another reason I put the life on the east coast is because I remember enough of the language to have discovered it was a very old Siouan (lakota) dialect. So, she called her Mother 'Ina' which is Mama or mother. She called her father Uncle, which is Leksi. Her mother most often called her 'Hoksicala' which is Baby.

Her people called themselves the People of Peace. Her father didn't live with them as he was Head Scout of another clan and the clan mother, Talking Feather, had forbid an official joining. But he came often and was a good father and a good mate to Flowering Meadow, who was a medicine woman specializing in plants.

When Little Wolf was six a warrior nation from the north swept down and slaughtered her village. Little Wolf survived and was later found by her father and taken to live with him. He taught her many things and made certain that she continued her training in plant medicines as well as in dreaming. There were those born with a connection to the Ancestors and close ties with the Earth Mother through dreams; Little Wolf was one of these. Being a dreamer didn't set her apart from others, everyone had their ability, gift, or whatever and all of them were vital to the clan's existence. The dreams were important sources of information about where the animals were, weather changes, where the plants were, where a lost thing could be found...matters of survival, in other words. I don't think of this as being magical but more likely that Little Wolf was simply more observant, had an excellent memory, was intuitive and empathic, in tune with the land/animals/people's behaviors, etc., and was able to put all of these together in ways that were helpful. (yes, there are few things that DO seem psychic but I think we all have that ability, she just happened to use hers enough so that she could depend on it.)

Her father never took another mate. He said that there would never be another for him. And in their time together Flowering Meadow often came to both of them in dreams and odd events. They both felt that she was watching over them. Peaceful clans took single mates and were headed by the Clan Mother and were very democratic. Warrior clans were headed by a Chief, not so democratic, and people could have more than one mate.

Shortly before her 16th birthday she began having dreams about an attack on the village but the new Clan Mother, Tawny, refused to honor the dreams. She said the time of the Dreamers was over, the 'world was moving on' and there was no danger. No-one realized she was deep in a relationship with the men from the north and seeking to end the peaceful clans whose time, she believed, was over. Even so many people left the clan to move elsewhere. Not long after her birthday and the time of Clan Gatherings, the warriors from the North struck. They had long been coming further and further down the coast and attacking peaceful clans. They attacked Little's Wolf's and slaughtered the entire village. Her and her father nearly escaped but were captured and he was killed while trying to buy her enough time to escape. She refused to leave him. He was killed and she was subjected to terrible things and finally left for dead. It's interesting to me to note here that I have scars and marks on my body that are exact replicas of the scars that she had received during this capture.

...to be continued.....
 
Little Wolf part 2

She was found by, of all things, a dreamer of the last Peaceful clan, nursed back to health over a period of a year and a half and then adopted into the clan. She learned a lot about healing from Dancing Bear who was the one who dreamed and found her. They fell in love over time, mated and had a child, Laughing Moon. She continued her training in dreaming, plant medicines and other healing modalities which I find similar to pranic healing, polarity therapy, physical therapy, massage, and others. There was also some interesting work in dealing consciously with breaking karmic threads so that negative events of that life would not carry over to the next. Yes, other lives were common and accepted among everyone and there were ceremonies to welcome back and sometimes call people back into the clan when their 'medicine' was needed. Medicine was what they offered and shared with the people...their place, their gift, their service. And everyone had a medicine.

Dreams of the people from the north came to both Little Wolf and Dancing Bear. The clan made preparations to move to a new valley but they were betrayed and the northmen came. The people of this village, which was very small, were not warriors but, because of the dreams the Clan Mother had sent messages to local warrior clans asking for help. The warrior clans acted as protectors and helpers; not all of them sought power and war. That seemed to be reserved by the north men. They arrived and drove the northmen back but many had been lost including Little Wolf's mate and child.

She led the survivors to the new valley as she and Dancing Bear had planned then turned back and removed anything that marked her as a healer, dreamer, or person of peace. (necklaces, pouches, etc.). She joined together with a rogue warrior force who was actively hunting down the northmen and one by one killed them until she found the leader. This man's father had been the one who had led the attack on her mother's village and her father's village. His son had been part of the force that had captured her and he had done the most horrible things to her during her time in captivity and had now destroyed everything that had ever meant anything to her. And so she killed him.

Then she went back to the new valley but didn't go down to the people because she knew she'd betrayed everything she'd ever been taught about the ways of peace. She was also deeply ashamed of what she had done on an intellectual level but, at the same time, felt emotionally justified. She stood on the cliff overlooking the valley and knew she couldn't take the darkness she'd gathered within herself down to them. It would hurt them, somehow contaminate them. She knew there would be another time and place to work all this out. She prayed for a future life to do just that then she heard her mate's voice in the wind and stepped off the cliff.

As horrible as some of this might sound, this life was a great blessing. There was more love and healing than any other life I remember. I had to go through the terrible memories to get to the good ones and when I did, I was amazed at the love, friendship, and bonding. I believe I am the 'other time and place' that were Little Wolf's last thoughts before she stepped off that cliff. I believe my getting past the terrible events to wonderful ones healed her and myself and I am grateful. We both are grateful.

Though I can't time the life or otherwise validate it, I took up herbalism, among other things, and in my studies, discovered that many of the plants she knew and used were accurate. I once found an archeological site on-line that documented some of the plants I remember from that life that were assumed to have been brought in from Europe but they weren't. They were local 40,000 years ago. There are other such things I have found that validate the life to me but I don't feel the need to prove it was real. I know it was...I remember.
 
What a wonderful memory Wulfie, so rich in detail and feelings. I hope that some day I can recall my Native American past life, which I'm almost certain I had.

John
 
Wow Wulfie!

What an amazing story. :) Thank you for sharing it!

I find it really interesting that Little Wolf's knowledge of plants and herbs carried over as an interest of yours in this life. That's great that you were able to validate many of the plants she used. It's personal validations like this -- that make all of the difference -- at least to me ;)

Another reason I put the life on the east coast is because I remember enough of the language to have discovered it was a very old Siouan (lakota) dialect.

I always think it's so interesting when you hear words in meditations in another language -- and you can find proof of them being correct. I have heard words in other languages both in dreams and in meditations. May I ask how you got yours? Did it take a lot of research to come up with an accurate spelling to get a proper translation? I spell everything phoenetically -- so it often takes weeks to get close, sometimes even months.


As horrible as some of this might sound, this life was a great blessing. There was more love and healing than any other life I remember.

That is a wonderful way of looking at a past life. As I've said in other threads -- atrocities have happened throughout history and none of us have escaped a lifetime without tragedy. It's looking past that -- to get to the heart of the lifetime, that helps to heal. ;)

I believe I am the 'other time and place' that were Little Wolf's last thoughts before she stepped off that cliff.

I am curious about Little Wolf's last thoughts. I'm sure you've seen many posts on the forum about how powerful our last thoughts can be. I truly believe that. Do you think her peace of mind at the time of her death helped to create a better situation in her/your next incarnation?

There are other such things I have found that validate the life to me but I don't feel the need to prove it was real. I know it was...I remember.

I agree. Although for me personally, I like to have some form of validation before accepting it. I don't feel the need to "prove it" to anyone -- but myself. ;)

Thanks again for sharing -- I really enjoyed Little Wolf's story! :D

Ailish
 
Hi Ailish,

Ailish said:
I find it really interesting that Little Wolf's knowledge of plants and herbs carried over as an interest of yours in this life. That's great that you were able to validate many of the plants she used. It's personal validations like this -- that make all of the difference -- at least to me.

It really is something when things from other lives carry over, isn't it? Do you have any things that carried over from your other lives? (that would be a neat thread to start, wouldn't it?) It was my interest in herbalism that first prompted me to start taking other lives seriously. I was working with a single herb, had just learned to dry it and was storing it, when a life came through me to so suddenly and so clearly that I no longer had any doubts about 'this past life stuff'. lol

Ailish said:
I have heard words in other languages both in dreams and in meditations. May I ask how you got yours? Did it take a lot of research to come up with an accurate spelling to get a proper translation?

I have dreamed in Little Wolf's and other languages and I have heard the words in meditations. One of the neat things about Little Wolf's memories is that most of it came to me while I was wide awake. I'm native this time around too so researching the language wasn't a problem, especially since my father was part Lakota. My mom was Miqmaq and these languages have a common Siouan root stock. Little Wolf's language 'happened" to be an ancient dialect from this stock that was recognizable to Elders and a few linguist professors I "happened' to know. Also, because I had spoken several other languages as a child with past life memories, I developed an interest in linguistics which was very helpful. All of that made it relatively easy for me to track down the dialect.

Ailish said:
I am curious about Little Wolf's last thoughts. I'm sure you've seen many posts on the forum about how powerful our last thoughts can be. I truly believe that. Do you think her peace of mind at the time of her death helped to create a better situation in her/your next incarnation?

Yes and no. Little Wolf believed she had betrayed everyone she loved because she had sought revenge. Her awareness of there being a future life to get things back in order comforted her but did not allow her to release her grief, rage, or the sense of abandonment and fright related to having everyone she loved killed on three separate ocasions. She felt responsible for all of it and could not bare the idea of facing her Ancestors or her family by crossing over.

There are roughly 22 lives between hers and mine. Some were unrelated and carried no awareness of anything spiritual, let alone of Little Wolf. There was one life where I/she was the 'bad guy' and, interestingly, was completely aware of what he was doing, why, and to whom. He remembered. And then there are about 14 that share the patterns of loss, abuse, grief, and rage and the ties between them are very strong.

While I believe her last thoughts had a great deal to do with 'me' remembering, there was a great space of time between lives while those energies continued to be played out in the other lives between hers and mine. So yes, I agree that our last thoughts shape our future incarnations but it isn't always in the very next life. I suppose sometimes it takes a while for us to reach the place where healing awareness is possible.

Wulfie
 
Wulfie~

Thank you so much for sharing Little Wolf's life with us. Your memories are so detailed and "full."

I only have one very brief vision of my native PL. However, I had a burning/urging to become an herbalist in this life (and have), which I believe stems from my native past life. One day, I hope to see more of this past life to see if I am correct.

I think it's amazing that you have seen bits of the 22 lives between. WOW!
 
Hi MoonDansyr,

MoonDansyr said:
Thank you so much for sharing Little Wolf's life with us. Your memories are so detailed and "full."

I enjoyed the sharing; it turned out to be easier than I thought it would once I decided to share it. I don't know what I was so shy about! I've considered writing about Little Wolf's life either as a fiction book (but then past lives end in death so that's a bummer as far as a selling feature! lol) or from the perspective of remembering the life. But I don't know if it would be of interest or use to anyone.

MoonDansyr said:
I only have one very brief vision of my native PL. However, I had a burning/urging to become an herbalist in this life (and have), which I believe stems from my native past life. One day, I hope to see more of this past life to see if I am correct.

You might yet find out. For me it was the right herb, the right process, and the right scent that acted as the trigger. So one day you might be handling an herb that you've grown and plucked from the ground and suddenly something will kick off in your memory. That will be a cool day.

MoonDansyr said:
I think it's amazing that you have seen bits of the 22 lives between. WOW

I have no idea how many lives people commonly remember. I've wondered that. Do you know? I've heard the Dalai Lama remembers 864 lives in detail from beginning to end and that's one of the ways he's identified. Buddha is said to have known over 10,000 lives like the petals of the lotus flower. So 22 doesn't see like a lot in comparison. lol

I haven't checked into those lives in the same way as I did Little Wolf's either. I was driven by her life, by the memories, and really believe I brought them with me because this was the perfect time and place and life to heal these things for her. It was time. A gift from soul to self. That's pretty precious.

It does seem to me that, like both Ailish and Deborah have noted in various posts, the lives we most easily remember are the ones that are connected in some way.

Wulfie
 
Wulfie said:
I enjoyed the sharing; it turned out to be easier than I thought it would once I decided to share it. I don't know what I was so shy about! I've considered writing about Little Wolf's life either as a fiction book (but then past lives end in death so that's a bummer as far as a selling feature! lol) or from the perspective of remembering the life. But I don't know if it would be of interest or use to anyone.
Actually, that's exactly what I was thinking as I was reading your posts (that it would make a great story!). And just because it ends in death doesn't mean that it would be disappointing to the reader - - it just depends on how it is presented.

I have no idea how many lives people commonly remember. I've wondered that. Do you know? I've heard the Dalai Lama remembers 864 lives in detail from beginning to end and that's one of the ways he's identified. Buddha is said to have known over 10,000 lives like the petals of the lotus flower. So 22 doesn't see like a lot in comparison. lol
I honestly have no idea. I know I don't remember very many at all. Maybe someone else will know. It is an interesting question!
 
A happy ending!

You could write the book and give it a wish fulfilling happy ending Wulfie! You could make everything work out OK, even though there were dark times to be sure.

That might also be a way of finding some healing for all the hurt. It is not necessary to tell the public that this a past life memory, unless you want to, of course.

I am sure the detail and the vividness of the memory would give you ample material for several books!
 
I would have memories from at least a couple of dozen lives. Some are more complete than others. None are as complex and detailed as Wulfie's (extraordinary!) although there are some quite detailed ones, others are just little scraps, graphic violence scenes, death scenes, love scenes, tender moments, the goat stealing incident...

I did once have an experience, when I was trying to connect a person with a past life, of flicking back through the 'archives' and seeing the lives whiz past, as though flicking through a pack of playing cards - flick flick flick - hundreds of them. Like in the movies when they show the passage of time with a shot of a calendar with pages blowing. I knew that the memories were all there complete for each life, although I could not access all of them in detail (thank goodness). When I found the one I was looking for it was like the pages stopped flicking past and I 'dived' into the memory of that life.
 
I'm impressed at how intense and detailed your memories are. Did it take you a long time to get all those compiled informations or did they came all in once? Did you felt depressed when the darker parts of that life appeared? Anyway, I took great pleasure in reading your story. It gives me a view of something different from what I experienced. :thumbsup:
 
Hi Rynen,

Thanks for your kind words.

Yes, it took me a very long time to get all the details out. While I've remembered the life since I was a very young child I had only bits and pieces that were very upsetting since they obviously didn't fit into this life and the present frame of time. What was first coming to me were the negative memories and so there was no rhyme or reason to them. In other words I didn't understand what was going on other than pain or loss or grief.

Then one day a friend told me to just sit down and write out what I did remember and so I set aside nearly everything else and did just that. I remember feeling a rush of different energy as I got deeper into it, as if I'd suddenly given myself permission to talk about something forbidden or secret. That happened when I began saying 'I' instead of 'she' when I referred to Little Wolf. You see, in agreeing to write it down I was also giving that life permission to be real...or not. It didn't matter to me whether it turned out to be real. I just knew I had to get it out. As I progressed and researched this, that, or the other thing, like herbs, energy work, shamanism, medicine ways, etc., I found validation. There were things I knew in the memories that I had no knowledge of from my present life. (hunting and stalking, taking down a deer, setting traps, certain plant uses, food storage and preservation, survival skills in the wild, etc...)

Some of the work involved was very emotional and I feel I actually relived everything in all it's intensity. And yes, I had some very deep depressions at times not just from the perspective of the past life but from my current one looking back and wondering what on earth I/she had done to deserve any of that! There truly was a lot of soul searching, existential doubt, anger, and questioning about everything on every level. There were times I threw it all aside in frustration too. A lot of it wasn't any fun at all. But that came later. Once I got past the negative things the memories of love, happiness, and laughter entered the picture and that was inspirational and healing.

It took me well over two and a half years to get it all out and down on paper. And then about another year or so to move my current self into a place of understanding everything and being able to look at it with my own eyes, as my current self, if you will. Now I can look at it all and see how it fits with who I am today and why. I don't pretend to understand everything but, for myself and my own soul's path, I certainly learned a great deal and continue to do so.

rynen said:
It gives me a view of something different from what I experienced. :thumbsup:

How has it worked for you?

Wulfie
 
Hi Tanguerra,

tanguerra said:
the goat stealing incident...

Well, I just gotta hear that story! Time for you to share!

tanguerra said:
I did once have an experience, when I was trying to connect a person with a past life, of flicking back through the 'archives' and seeing the lives whiz past, as though flicking through a pack of playing cards - flick flick flick - hundreds of them. Like in the movies when they show the passage of time with a shot of a calendar with pages blowing. I knew that the memories were all there complete for each life, although I could not access all of them in detail (thank goodness). When I found the one I was looking for it was like the pages stopped flicking past and I 'dived' into the memory of that life.

How very interesting. People talk about the Akashic records and often times it sounds like a 'place we go to'. It's even described as a temple of some sort or a huge library. I've often wondered if we aren't our own Record Keepers though. My imaginings of how it works is that Soul, which has access to all our existences, is what we access for the memories and so is Akashic. That makes sense to me and wouldn't surprise me at all.

As for changing the ending of Little Wolf's story....naw. That seems somehow disrespectful. That probably sounds silly. I know other people have written their memories as fiction and changed things around. But for me it's important to honor them as they are. That way I remember the gifts they shared with me. Good idea tho.

Wulfie
 
I would just like to say that the lakota dialect comes from the South... not the east. Out of interest are you able to write any of that langauge down here?

You should write your story in a book.
 
Hi Mikesoft,
Thanks.

I was not saying that Little Wolf was Lakota or that she spoke Lakota proper. I'm saying I was able to trace some of her words to the Algonquian language family. Specifically, Eastern Siouian dialects which descended from Algonquin roots which several linguistic historians, such as Joseph Greenberg of Stanford University, date back to 40,000 years ago.

Wulfie
 
When I read how neatly you could put many things down to paper I see how messy my way of collecting memories still is. Awareness that something different was around started around 7 years ago, besides flashes of dreams from childhood I barely remember. I got seriously to believe that what I saw and felt so strongly about was not just some dream or some illusion 3 years ago and it took me 1 to 2 years to pay very close attention to it.
So I liked to read how you proceeded and have a look how things would have looked from a woman's point of view 40 000 years ago (still the ice age?!).:laugh:
From my past lives I took over some habit I never had before. From one of my earlier memories I had a father I was very attached to. I was a boy who looked up to him. Now I have the feeling he is always by my side, guiding me through decisions, helping me out. For me it's as like he still there. My dad in this life has many many years to live still and I love him much. But he's not the one I need ( the only adjectiv fitting the father I felt great love for is "vital").

Perhapst I'm depending too much on those memories...?! When I'm sad, happy or angry (in my mind the only word forming then is " Tousan, Tousan" ). Overall ok if one takes confort in it, but I'm straining it too much. Perhapst it's because I feel a bit guilty for feeling in such a way towards a father who is dead ( centuries ago) while I have one alive.

But no.... there is no guilt. It's just some kind of a very strong bond because Tousan will always for me be on a different level than dad. There is no competition between my feelings for both. That's how it is and for me it feels natural to place Tousan first. And since the day I accepted those thoughts I feel in this matter no conflicting feeling anymore, only immense peace of mind and body. In my mind I saw the words which resumed what I felt : "Home. I've returned home"

Expressing my feeling is something I do poorly. See, just reading what I wrote I can say: " writing so much where things could have been said in a few sentences".
So to answer your question I'm still trying to figure out lots of things. Yet my experiences are strange, that how it appeared in my eyes at first. Especially to often beeing either a child or really young, sometimes a young adult. But one of the times I was confronted with a same gender love I didn't knew how to take it. I was very confused and I would try to block any visions out because of those loves. But in dreams I had no control.
So I came to see how this issue was not of great importance since I was often focusing more on the beloved one. I was also troubled over the fact that over the 2 or 3 times we met and loved each other again the situation was the same. By that I mean that we were both men. So I tried to figure out why neither of us did change, like one of us being a woman.

Another questions which wouldn't leave me some peace was for both of us ( me and my lover) of being born and living in the same country. I mean, well, I remember few of my past lives but the ones that seems to be of upmost importance to me are those times happening in that country I never been to in this life. Here too I started to wonder if I should just leave this question aside. I thought it probably to be mere coincidence.

PS: Eager for Wolf part 2....
 
Hi Rynen,

Grief and longing for people we have lost in this life can be difficult enough, but it is even more complex when we are still feeling grief and longing for relationships from other lives! I know how you feel. Many of my memories are tainted by sadness. The best we can do is to try to process grief the same way you would for a present life loss - by coming to terms with the sadness, by trying to focus on the 'good stuff' from it and doing the best you can to look fowards.

There are many types of love, between people of the same or different gender. You can love your present life father and your previous life father - there is no need for monogamy or exclusivity in this type of scenario! No doubt you will meet Tousan again one day, particularly if the longing to do so is strong and there are unresolved feelings between you.

I remet a person whose picture I used to draw repeatedly as a child and there was an intense love bond between us (still is) although no romantic relationship at this time. Romantic relationships are only one form of love in any case.

The requested 'goat stealing incident' story is as follows and sort of has some bearing on Rynen's dilemma:

I remember coming home across the fields (France, 1400s is my thinking I was a teenage boy - maybe 14 or so) and seeing my house (hovel) on fire - thatched roof smoking. I looked in and my family was gone - where? who knows and the house was all wrecked. Don't know what happened, but there was a war on and stuff like that tended to happen. I walked to the nearest town and kind of hung around not really knowing what to do. No sign of my family. I tried begging a bit, some people took pity and gave me some scraps, etc. I met a soldier as he and his mates were moving through the area (scruffy looking bunch of guys by today's standards, they did not have uniforms as such back then - but they looked very glamourous to me). They looked big and strong and I desparately wanted to have a sword and all that stuff.

I remember one of the soldiers being fairly kind to me - gave me a coin or two, showed me his knife, let me hold it even! Ooo! Showed me how to throw it so it would stick into things - you know. This made a big impression on a lonely boy. I begged him to let me come with him when they moved on the next day, but he said, no, I was too young and I don't think he wanted the hassle. Anyway I was devastated sad when they left, lonely as I was and frightened, not knowing what would happen to me. I don't remember much after that, except stealing a goat, knowing I would probably get caught, not caring and then being hanged. I remember we had to wait until the district magistrate thingy came around on his circuit. He was all dressed in black, with a white collar and some kind of wide hat and set up his table under a tree to do the month's judging. When he handed down the death sentence he very ceremoniously took off his hat and put on some type of black silk veil or hood thing, which was pretty scary. I was past caring what happened to me though - in today's language, probably very depressed and suffering a bit of post traumatic shock or something.

I re-met the soldier dude again in this life when I was about 19. Our eyes met across a crowded room, he stopped what he was doing almost mid-sentence, came over and introduced himself. He was about 20 years older than me and very dashing and glamourous - an artist who had lived all over the world and had many exciting tales to tell. We lived together for about a year and he taught me many useful things (how to play chess properly, how to chop wood and build a fire, make stained glass windows, various cooking techniques, an appreciation of Mozart, the benefits of regular exercise, lots of things) and generally set me up with all sorts of useful information which has stood me in good stead in my adult life. After about a year though we went our separate ways, partly because he was always teaching me things and it started to get my goat! :laugh:
 
Hello Rynen,
Sorry for the delay in my reply. We lost the internet over the weekend and just got it back a little while ago.


rynen said:
From my past lives I took over some habit I never had before. From one of my earlier memories I had a father I was very attached to. I was a boy who looked up to him. Now I have the feeling he is always by my side, guiding me through decisions, helping me out. For me it's as like he still there.

I can relate to this. I still very much relate to my father in the Little Wolf life and am aware of having had many lives together with him as some sort of father figure. I would also call this connection 'vital'. Some books talk about us having soul families and so I figure he's my family in physical life and something similar in-between. lol

rynen said:
Perhapst it's because I feel a bit guilty for feeling in such a way towards a father who is dead ( centuries ago) while I have one alive.

I agree with Tanguerra. Another way of looking at the relationship would be to view Tousan as a guide for this life. Perhaps he's reminding you through your memories of the way things can be as well as of things yet to be resolved. Think of it as a relationship and an opportunity to resolve things that, perhaps, need some attention in the present life. And he's there to help you do it.

rynen said:
So I came to see how this issue was not of great importance since I was often focusing more on the beloved one.

I think simply focusing on the love is healing enough. There are many lessons and blessings in the various forms of love.

Wulfie
 
"Some books talk about us having soul families and so I figure he's my family in physical life and something similar in-between. "

soul families? How exactly? And what did you mean by family in physical life and something similar ?


thanks to both of you wulfie and Tanguerra, I can picture the meaning of it all a bit more because if figuring it out alone I tend to stick to my viewpoint without getting to know what possibilities exists as to explanations for example...!

"Think of it as a relationship and an opportunity to resolve things that, perhaps, need some attention in the present life. And he's there to help you do it. "
Those I couldn't figure them out now but I guess it'll come with time.

PS: Tousan is just another word for father in Japanese. Don't know if you were supposed to call your father by an honour title or a first name or whatever. In my mind only Tousan remained, even without the honorific "o" from Otousan. But I guess Tousan even without the o means the same.


Tangerra you wrote about "there are unresolved feelings between you" .

Do you mean issues like anger or strong feelings I did not tell. Or it is more like I did not know of like anger (just an example because I can't recall about some type of anger)?
 
Hi Rynen

Just as you can have unresolved feelings about someone in this life who you don't see any more, because you have fallen out, or they have died or moved to another country, you can have unresolved feelings about people you have known in other lives.

Such feelings might include anger, hate, (spite, revenge) fear, longing, loss, sadness, regret, nostalgia and many more. You might also feel love and joy - that's all good too, but usually falls less into the 'unresolved' category and usually is not accompanied by the type of sadness you describe. Just as you might want to meet someone again in this present life to resolve unpleasant or unhappy feelings with them - for example someone you may owe an apology to (or vice versa) - you might have feelings you would like to resolve with someone you had known 'before'.

Your unresolved feelings towards your Tousan could be as simple as loss, longing and nostalgia. In which case, if you wish for it, they may well present themselves to you again one day. Who knows in what form? Keep your eyes open (all of them). I have found that wishes of this nature have a way of coming true. ;)

Recently I met a man in need of a bit of help and cheering up. I felt drawn to him for some reason (it happens to me quite often and I just go with it). When I heard his rather tragic story my heart went out to him and I wanted to help him. I have been spending some of my spare time helping support him to get help, taking time to go and see him, call up and invite him out to things when fun was to be had etc. so he would not be lonely.

I was sitting opposite him the other night and suddenly 'recognised' him as an old martial arts master of mine (not in this life) and realised that this was my chance to repay him for his patience and kindness as my much loved and respected teacher in that life. I simply could not have borne to see him in the state of despair that he had sunk to (in this life) and not done something to help him climb out (not just out of general goodwill and kindness, but for the sake of who he used to be to me).

Interestingly he has an enormously strong and tough character (as would be expected from what I remember of my old master) and it has not taken much to get him back on his feet again really. I have just been reminding him, (discretely, without referring to reincarnation) what a tough guy he is and what enormous inner strength he possesses. I have been very happy to be able to lend a helping hand to him because I can. He is, this life, a very interesting chap and a wonderful new friend as well. It fills me with delight when I see him smile or when he achieves a new milestone on his road to recovery.

Goes around, comes around. Life, love, karma, God (however you conceive her) and the universe work in mysterious ways.
 
Hiya Wulfie,

Do you have any things that carried over from your other lives?

I must have missed your question, sorry about that! :o

Yes, I do believe I have some very specific things that have carried over into this life from previous ones.

In this life I am a ballerina -- and in one of my past lives, I was training to be a ballerina in Russia, but died before I could realize that dream.

I started ballet later than most children in my present life -- as I was also a figure skater and that was my primary focus. My skating coach suggested I take up ballet, which at the time I had a real aversion to -- I thought it was slow and boring.

Once I started ballet -- I was hooked from the very first class. It was intense -- and physically challenging, but the movements came easily to me, as if I had been doing them for years -- the barre was familiar, the etiquette, positions of the head, arms, fingers and hands I knew, without being taught. ;)

There are many other interests I have that I'm certain are past life influenced...but this is my strongest one at the present time.

Have you learned anymore about Little Wolf's lifetime since you last posted?

Ailish :D
 
Hi Ailish,

No worries about not noticing my question; I know people are busy and it's easy to get lost here too! I've been pretty busy myself lately.

Ailish said:
Have you learned anymore about Little Wolf's lifetime since you last posted?

Hers is my most complete life as far as memory. That's the one that's over 3000 pages long and covers her entire life and death. I still get little snippets that further develop some memories but it's more like when we remember something in this life and then later recall a small bit we'd forgotten or overlooked like...what we wore on a certain day. Little things.

When I wrote it down I divided it into 3 segments: infancy, childhood, and adulthood though nowadays we wouldn't consider 21 or 22 to be full adulthood. It was an intense life that I'm grateful to remember in such detail. In this life, when I'd get stuck, I could slide my mind sideways to her life and find a solution or idea, etc. So it is a great gift.

Thanks for asking.
Wulfie
 
Hiya Wulfie,

I still get little snippets that further develop some memories but it's more like when we remember something in this life and then later recall a small bit we'd forgotten or overlooked like...what we wore on a certain day.

I totally understand! I get those "little things" flashes, too. Even though they aren't "big events" they're exciting, all the same, imo. Usually makes me grin! :D


Ailish
 
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