Just to preface this, I'm a 19 year old male from the United Kingdom, and I'm what one might call a skeptic, and this is my first time trying to unlock a possible past life.
Before the 'memories' came to me I found myself walking barefoot along a grass path through a beautifully peaceful forest, that's when I noticed movement from up ahead on the path, as I went to investigate I noticed a deer watching me, I walked over to it and looked into its eyes, after a period of a few minutes I left the dear and carried on the path which was now fully covered in a foggy mist.
I emerged from the mist to find myself standing in the midst of a beautiful green and hilly landscape (reminded me of rural Europe, like Germany or Bohemia), behind me stood a great thick forest, I felt a sense of unease as I came to terms with my surroundings, as I looked into the near distance I could see a castle, it had a circular tower protruding from its side into the air, making it a great site to see. As examined myself I could tell that I was a young female, maybe between the ages of 13 and 16, I had light white skin and what seemed to be blonde hair (it was hard to tell due to the sun), like before, I was barefoot on a dirt path but this time I was wearing a white dress. I was all alone and couldn't see anyone for miles, so I made my way down the dirt path towards the castle and arrived at the large closed wooden gates which towered over me, up close I could tell that the castle had what looked to be white paint or plaster covering the exterior. After the gates opened I entered the castle, I was first met by a courtyard which had horse stables, even now, I wasn't able to see or hear anybody. I'm not quite sure how, but I found myself inside the castle itself and walking down a dim candle lit hallway and into what I instinctively knew was my room, the room had a fairly big bed in the middle and mirror, along with a window, I sat down for what seemed like a couple minutes and looked out the window at the beautiful countryside. Whenever I turned around I noticed an older gentleman with grey hair along with a grey beard and moustache, this was the first person I had seen since I arrived, he looked at me without speaking and I instinctively knew to follow him, as I got up I noticed this I was wearing a darker more expensive looking dress. I followed the man down the corridor into a small looking hall and took a seat at the long table, I was aware that there were other people in the room but the only person that I was paying attention to was a beautiful, dark haired, well dressed woman, with who I felt was my mother, it was at this point that a loud group of noble looking men bashfully entered the hall, with what looked like a jester.
After this my memory seemed to jump forward in time, and I found myself in a dark dungeon cell, I instinctively looked outside through the bars, I could see a town in the distance, I noticed that I was back in the white dress that I had started my journey in. The dungeon was dark and cold looking, with the only light coming from the moonlight piercing through the bars.
There was another time jump, I found myself at the centre of a great hall on what seemed to be a chair, I was faced with maybe 30 to 40 men, I felt an immense sense of dread and insecurity.
The next time jump was to the time of my death. I immediately felt scared within my present self and on the verge of tears (I'm usually not a very emotional person), I noticed that I was in the centre of a great hall, surrounded by yet again, maybe 100 or more men, the dull hall was contrasted by the wooden structure which I was stood behind, after a long period of waiting, I was laid onto the structure and beheaded, my memory and vision after this point faded to black.
I'm not really sure as to what this could mean, whether it means anything at all, it could be my imagination, or a montage of different historical events that mind had given to me as memories. I also find myself fascinated and drawn to historical women such as, Mary Tudor, Queen of France, Eleanor of Aquitaine or Mary, Queen of Scots, is this because they remind me of who I used to be... maybe...maybe not ... all I can say is that the fear that I felt when facing my death makes me believe that this might be a memory.
PS. I looked up what the symbolism of a deer and found out that it represents, ‘tenderness tempered with strength’, and it can also mean a ‘playmate for our inner child, reminding us of innocent times where the smallest flower provided a smile and excitement’.
Before the 'memories' came to me I found myself walking barefoot along a grass path through a beautifully peaceful forest, that's when I noticed movement from up ahead on the path, as I went to investigate I noticed a deer watching me, I walked over to it and looked into its eyes, after a period of a few minutes I left the dear and carried on the path which was now fully covered in a foggy mist.
I emerged from the mist to find myself standing in the midst of a beautiful green and hilly landscape (reminded me of rural Europe, like Germany or Bohemia), behind me stood a great thick forest, I felt a sense of unease as I came to terms with my surroundings, as I looked into the near distance I could see a castle, it had a circular tower protruding from its side into the air, making it a great site to see. As examined myself I could tell that I was a young female, maybe between the ages of 13 and 16, I had light white skin and what seemed to be blonde hair (it was hard to tell due to the sun), like before, I was barefoot on a dirt path but this time I was wearing a white dress. I was all alone and couldn't see anyone for miles, so I made my way down the dirt path towards the castle and arrived at the large closed wooden gates which towered over me, up close I could tell that the castle had what looked to be white paint or plaster covering the exterior. After the gates opened I entered the castle, I was first met by a courtyard which had horse stables, even now, I wasn't able to see or hear anybody. I'm not quite sure how, but I found myself inside the castle itself and walking down a dim candle lit hallway and into what I instinctively knew was my room, the room had a fairly big bed in the middle and mirror, along with a window, I sat down for what seemed like a couple minutes and looked out the window at the beautiful countryside. Whenever I turned around I noticed an older gentleman with grey hair along with a grey beard and moustache, this was the first person I had seen since I arrived, he looked at me without speaking and I instinctively knew to follow him, as I got up I noticed this I was wearing a darker more expensive looking dress. I followed the man down the corridor into a small looking hall and took a seat at the long table, I was aware that there were other people in the room but the only person that I was paying attention to was a beautiful, dark haired, well dressed woman, with who I felt was my mother, it was at this point that a loud group of noble looking men bashfully entered the hall, with what looked like a jester.
After this my memory seemed to jump forward in time, and I found myself in a dark dungeon cell, I instinctively looked outside through the bars, I could see a town in the distance, I noticed that I was back in the white dress that I had started my journey in. The dungeon was dark and cold looking, with the only light coming from the moonlight piercing through the bars.
There was another time jump, I found myself at the centre of a great hall on what seemed to be a chair, I was faced with maybe 30 to 40 men, I felt an immense sense of dread and insecurity.
The next time jump was to the time of my death. I immediately felt scared within my present self and on the verge of tears (I'm usually not a very emotional person), I noticed that I was in the centre of a great hall, surrounded by yet again, maybe 100 or more men, the dull hall was contrasted by the wooden structure which I was stood behind, after a long period of waiting, I was laid onto the structure and beheaded, my memory and vision after this point faded to black.
I'm not really sure as to what this could mean, whether it means anything at all, it could be my imagination, or a montage of different historical events that mind had given to me as memories. I also find myself fascinated and drawn to historical women such as, Mary Tudor, Queen of France, Eleanor of Aquitaine or Mary, Queen of Scots, is this because they remind me of who I used to be... maybe...maybe not ... all I can say is that the fear that I felt when facing my death makes me believe that this might be a memory.
PS. I looked up what the symbolism of a deer and found out that it represents, ‘tenderness tempered with strength’, and it can also mean a ‘playmate for our inner child, reminding us of innocent times where the smallest flower provided a smile and excitement’.
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