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Memory Triggers

Those red teapots are commonplace in England and Ireland, I think. The clue (for me) is the lace. That says Ireland to me. Belgium is also famous for its lace, I think, but maybe not so much for round, red teapots?
 
Now as for myself and memory triggers, it is usually dealing with things that take me back to some of my former Native American Past Lives. One big trigger for me is when I get around tepees for instance. How many times have I come near some tepee and then I immediately have some flash to a former past life. And the other it seems when I am in some Southern Utah Canyon and come across some old Indian Ruins. I have had several flashbacks to some former past life when been near some old Indian Ruins where I see my former self. And I have also had several very unexpected deja-vu's when visiting a place of a former past life like in Montana or San Francisco.


Now for several instances, one time I was going thru the Plains Indian Museum at the Buffalo Bill Historical Center in Cody, Wyoming. And they have this tepee and little village on display set up there in the museum. I then had an immediate flashback to a time living in a Indian village with the tepees and everything all around. Another time I was wandering around in the Escalante Canyons of Southern Utah. This time I was up in a place called Calf Creek and had spent some time sitting and meditating in a side place near an old Indian Granary up in the cliffs. Then as I was leaving, for like a minute, I saw myself as a male member of this Fremont Anasazi Culture Pre-contact, dressed only in a leather breechcloth and moccasins with black hair down to my shoulders and in my 30's about. Another time in the Escalante canyons, came upon a place with some artifacts around and where they had grinded corn on the rocks. I then had a flashback to a time where I was an Indian mother grinding corn on the rocks and my children were out playing around nearby in some Southern Utah Redrock Canyon.
 
I don't really feel anything when I see the teapot in my head. I don't even want one in this life - nothing like that. It's just a thing which is. y@
 
I've been finding that you tube is a good source of triggers. I find either documentaries or music videos with images from movies from the time period I had lived in. It's not bringing up big memories but it's helped me remember some smaller details from memories I already have.


Other ones are long rainy days, windy days especially if I'm out walking. I used to go out rock hunting as a kid and we were constantly out roaming somewhere, those where triggers. Blizzards when I'm inside with a sleeping child next to me, that brings up memories. The smell of the air in either the fall or springtime.
 
I agree with using Youtube as a trigger. You find anything - even people showing you around various towns, which can be useful too.


I've also really enjoyed using Google Street View, particularly for triggering more memories of my most recent past life in the UK.


The rustling of leaves on big trees in the summer is definitely a trigger for me too.
 
There is a place in Pound Ridge, NY, along a road called "Trinity Pass", which triggered a number of things for me, which might have been vague memories as well as familiar feelings and a kind of knowledge about the place. Though it is not documented anywhere, I knew that it was a defensible area that was used by Patriots to hide from British soldiers and others, who raided in the name of the King, or for the sake of pure greed. It was surrounded by a large area rife with highwaymen, spies, and partisans from both sides of the American War for Independence. Anyone carrying papers for either side of the conflict could be captured and turned over to whomever provided the greatest reward. To this very day, I feel uncomfortable going into New York from Connecticut.
 
Nightrain, your Trinity Pass sounds like it is stirring some novel-quality memories.


I have found, in retrospect, that when I cross Easton's Beach bridge in Newport, RI, it triggers a fainting feeling. I crashed there in a car and died of a head injury in the early 1900's.


For some reason, bright, humid Sunday afternoons trigger a melancholic sense of loss...if I am not involved with people in some project or event, I tend toward sadness which is not my normal character.


Certain colonial towns and historic sites in Virginia give me a tremendous sense of excitement and anticipation, completely disconnected from anything involved with sight seeing. Sort of a familiarity and expectation of meeting old friends. Usually quite a letdown afterwards!


Good thread!
 
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Hello Nightrain,


To elaborate on how boredom may be a trigger of possible PL memories, I took a look at studies on boredom (yes, there are such studies). Through these studies, I inferred that the mind/body states associated with boredom might share similaries with those mind/body states believed to be associated with PL memories.


Related: Did you feel the Virginia Earthquake in Connecticut?


The last time New-England experienced such a magnitude of quake was the 1944 Cornwall-Massena earthquake; the time my PL was alive. The 1944 quake occurred after midnight; hence memorable as alot of people were awakened.


Here in California, we've been awakened by earthquakes plenty of times; yet quakes have never evoked deja-vu memories of interest.


As a seven year-old boy, my first experince with a quake was a major 6.6 Magnitude quake ten-miles away. We were lucky, no damage to our house resulted. Again, no possible PL triggered at the time.


The other possibility I'm looking at as to why I may have never had deja-vu memories of the 1944 Cornwall-Massena quake, was that I may have still been in WWII in Europe at the time; a continuation of Quartermaster, and other support duties which, as I've said before may have begun in North Africa 1943 according to PL regression memories.


Is it possible that Tuesday's VA quake might evoke deja-vu memories of interest in the coming days?
 
I've been in a couple of places where the ground moved beneath me, but I've never been much bothered by it. I have to laugh at the way folks back East here react to a little wiggle. It's hysterical! If it reminds me of anything, the moving earth reminds me that we're all living on a hot bubbly little ball of mud.


But, I have to admit that being on board a vessel triggers pleasant feelings. I always thought it might be primordial memory of being carried in the womb.
 
Earlier this year, in May I believe it was, I had been walking to the bank. Right next to this bank, on the other side of the street is a small school playground. I was just walking casually when the recess bell went off and that made me jump because it was just like the alarm bells in the U-Boats.


Now, since that time I had been working with my essences and one was a blend for Anxiety. I've noticed that since I've taken that one and a few others, I have not had as bad reaction.


I noticed this recently when I had been walking again to the bank and the bell went off - but it didn't startle me as much as it did before.
 
Marc Ross said:
Can artworks throught history serve as triggers?
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honestly I think anything can.. Even if it's not a direct memory or impression, it may be one by association.
 
If a thunder storm wakes me up I think of an air raid.


Spring weather really hits a cord with, I guess, the memories of my senses. I can't 'remember' anything, but it puts my mind in a certain 'place.'
 
I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this thread about peoples different & unique triggers; I have quite a few I can add…


Between my brother and I, many things have triggered past life flashbacks - briefly some of which have been:


Sounds of fireworks triggered memories of cannon & gunfire, a red sunset low on the horizon a blazing fire, old music and clothing has brought up memories…Accidental injuries connected to battlefield wounds, dense fog triggered a memory of a foggy day with soldiers marching.


I’m sure there are some I’m forgetting…
 
I had been down to Philly to eat aboard the Moshulu, and while I had thought of the possibility of expecting something to come about as a result of this - nothing did, and I think that's because the poor ship was all chopped up and turned into a restaurant...complete with theatrical rigging for the love of God.


Now I am curious, if I ever got the chance to go to Turku, Finland where the Suomen Joutsen (ex Oldenburg) is - which is preserved, if I would get something because that is the only ship that I have served on that is still alive.


Failing that - a trip to see the Peking in NYC's South Street Seaport Museum might do something.
 
Whenever I make tea, I'm accused jokingly of being "Un-American" :tongue:


I'm VERY English about how I make my tea.


But the funny thing is when I make tea, I'm always overcome by this feeling of "belonging" to England, and not the US. Which is funny, because, as of now, I can recall three times in which I was British. I also remember when I was younger and insisted that I was moving to England, I also insisted that my "REAL" family was English as well. My cousin didn't like that :freak:


And since we're talking about the American Revolution in Social Studies, it has come to my attention that I can't possibly side with America. I know that sounds bad, but it's true. I can't bring myself to "betray" England. :freak:
 
Mammatus said:
Whenever I make tea, I'm accused jokingly of being "Un-American" :tongue:
I'm VERY English about how I make my tea.
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You probably wouldn't like me then - because I'm a notorious butcher of tea. :laugh:


I avoid black tea, and typically only drink green, white, or herbal tea.


NEVER any milk either - blech. Kills the flavor. For sweetener I usually use agave nectar...or sometimes I don't put anything in it.
 
Mammatus said:
And since we're talking about the American Revolution in Social Studies, it has come to my attention that I can't possibly side with America. I know that sounds bad, but it's true. I can't bring myself to "betray" England. :freak:
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This is an interesting memory trigger...I wonder what aspect of a previous lifetime this might indicate? Were you a tory or loyalist who lost everything to the revolutionary movement, or a member of Parliament intent on using colonial taxation to fund Great Britain's budget shortfalls? I find it surprising that upon reading your comments they triggered my own opposite feelings of revolutionary fervor. Amazing how firmly held they still are after the centuries. I do not mean to sound contentious as I am certainly not...I think these triggers reflect our prior deeply held passions, as yet not very well defined. I'll keep working at clarity if you will!
 
Mammatus said:
And since we're talking about the American Revolution in Social Studies, it has come to my attention that I can't possibly side with America. I know that sounds bad, but it's true. I can't bring myself to "betray" England. :freak:
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Haha, I was the same way when we were learning about the Revolutionary War in school when I was little. Had to side with the British.
 
That's really interesting because having grown up here in Florida, we still were living with the remnants of the Cold War and the Bay of Pigs. Throughout my childhood I had a deep seated resentment and anger towards communism and poverty.


Ironically, when I was a child and Christmas time would come around, Churches would start doing gift drop offs and such and I nearly demanded to be shown these "poor" people.


Obviously, the mental schema I had for poverty didn't match up with the modern one in the world around me. Mine being from famine and flood stricken China a century ago. I've read a few times about donations I made to the poor and affected during these tragedies.
 
usetawuz said:
This is an interesting memory trigger...I wonder what aspect of a previous lifetime this might indicate? Were you a tory or loyalist who lost everything to the revolutionary movement, or a member of Parliament intent on using colonial taxation to fund Great Britain's budget shortfalls? I find it surprising that upon reading your comments they triggered my own opposite feelings of revolutionary fervor. Amazing how firmly held they still are after the centuries. I do not mean to sound contentious as I am certainly not...I think these triggers reflect our prior deeply held passions, as yet not very well defined. I'll keep working at clarity if you will!
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Definitely something I'll look into.


Ironically, when told in elementary school that "Yankee Doodle" had been twisted from mocking the Americans, to a patriotic American song, I was angry. I've hated that song ever since. Could never figure out why.


Multiple times I've yelled at my younger siblings for singing that song. :freak: Or at least, the Americanised version they teach in school.


And I think it's funny that Totoro mentioned Bay of Pigs above, because again, I can't find it in myself to "betray" Cuba :confused: Needless to say, my present life is probably the only time I've been American.
 
:laugh: Most of my angst was directed at Soviet Russia.


However, in grade school we had to perform duck and cover drills well into the 80's. Of course, they were called tornado drills, but we knew what they were. I also remember growing up with older kids that were worried about nuclear war.
 
Regarding tea: "My mother made tea in a teapot and couldn't help sniffing at the idea of tea bags. I told her tea bags were just a convenience for people with busy lives and she said no one is so busy they can't take time to make a decent cup of tea and if you are that busy you don't deserve a decent cup of tea for what is it all about anyway? Are we put into this world to be busy or to chat over a nice cup of tea?" -- Angela's Ashes


I actually do use tea bags, because I don't have a stove, just a microwave ... but there is no doubt in my mind that real tea (loose and made in a proper teapot) is far superior than that powdery stuff in a tea bag. And I'm an American. Another distinctly un-American thing about me is that I like my beer warm, dark and strong.


I really wish I could visit more of the historical East Coast of the US and see if anything "triggered" my memory. I have experienced "past life" related feelings at Versailles and Westminster Abbey. Also on the ferry ride to the Orkney islands in Scotland.
 
I use tea bags as well but do have some loose tea which I like to make using the 'two pot method'. I also am a big user of medicinal herbs which I originally had to make 'medicinal tea' but now use them to make medicinal herbal syrups which are far better for me. They're better because I get more of the medicinal properties out of them and therefore the herbs aren't wasted.


I had gone to the Orkney Islands...but certainly wasn't there on a ferry ride!
 
In regards to beer, I got into an argument with another individual my age (14) over this. He was talking about one of our American rip-offs of beer, and I responded, "Budweiser? Budweiser isn't beer. REAL beer is strong, dark and German".


I was given a taste of said American rip-off at the age of five. Blech....


Americans.... :tongue:


Another thing I thought I'd share is piano. I've met a lot of people who are intimidated by learning an instrument. It's totally foreign to them.


I don't take lessons, and truthfully I can only play very little, but when I sit down on that bench and run my fingers across the keys, I'm filled with familiarity. And the knowledge that I used to be able to play way more than what I can. I had a vision in regards to this a couple nights ago, while taking a shower...Of course :rolleyes:
 
Tea!? I love tea! I hate coffee (actually I'm caffeine sensitive) so coffee will literally make me sick. In my family, I can make the best tea of them all. For me, I just put sugar... But sometimes lemon and honey works for me.. Anyway, I drink tea almost everyday... The Chinese love their tea here too. But its a different kind, of course. I don't care, I just drink, as long as there's no caffeine in there.


Must have came from a PL. I did studied in England back then for 4 years... :P
 
Totoro said:
:laugh: Most of my angst was directed at Soviet Russia.
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How do you think I live here..? My sister and the only person I can talk to this holiday was a Soviet. And we first met each other in hand-to-hand combat, literally. She is all 'Lenin's the best!' she's not Communist, by the way. I doubt she even knows what Communist means...


And for me, 'Lenin, best?!' *tears hair off


But she can't hear anything Soviet-ish. It will upset her, a lot. I think she still miss the Motherland (And Lenin).. When I told her Lenin's body is still here and I joked that it is Russia's must see tourist attraction, she almost cried. :confused:


But I must get mad at her too, how dare she and her friend, Meliton Kantaria, enter the Reichstag and hoist their flag there! I'm not mad she won, I'm mad cause she found a picture of herself stepping on the eagle at the Reichstag and keeps showing off, I'll try to find it if I can. She's also darn jolly proud that she was a Major in the Soviet. But I did calmly told her I was a Colonel. That made her quiet.
 
I don't drink coffee either - but rather ersatz coffee. There's a place in my state that makes a really good blend of it as I had a sample of it a few months ago. But I have a stock of the 'instant' type of ersatz coffee in which I had added chai spices and some vanilla beans - came out wonderfully...and of course, no milk and no sugar!
 
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