Armada
Old Soul
Now don't get me wrong, I like sharing with you guys... But there are certain lifetimes I don't tend to share things about, and even as I write this I am shaking. Hungary, Spain and France... Three lifetimes that made my soul what it is today. And in this post I will tell you what little of France I can remember (Though not in detail), most of them of someone that I miss dearly.
Her name was Jaqueline, and though I don't remember what I know that something really bad happened to her... And that somehow, I was partly at fault.
I'd known her since she was a young girl, singing a song in French (That I know in this lifetime) and playing in the dirt in front of the lavender. During this time I was a monk in Senanque Abbey in Provence, France. I was not French though, and I don't think I would've stayed in the country if it weren't for Jaqueline. I believe that my soul was trying find it's way back to Spain, where it had lived in it's previous lifetime. I'd become a religious man because of my two lifetimes prior in Hungary and Spain, seeking to become closer to the God that in those two lifetimes I'd fought for as much as I had my rulers. Jaqueline was the only daughter of a middle class family, her Mother a very proper woman who used to bring her by the Abbey every now and then along with her two sons (One older, the other younger than Jaqueline...). I can't ever recall meeting her Father, and I always had the feeling that he wasn't around much but never asked. I think that they must have had family friends living near by that Jaqueline went to work for as a milkmaid in her teens to early twenties, as she was always coming by the Abbey on her own then... Still dressed in her work clothes, and at times carrying a bucket with her. She was a sweet and kind girl with long, wavy blonde hair and an almost constant smile. I was a father figure to her, and though she was not my child by blood I did and still do very much consider her my child.
It was in the 1600s, which I found out from looking through images on the internet of the kind of clothes she was wearing. I also found the location the same way, with descriptions of the place I remembered.
My memories of her now also explain so many things in this lifetime, things which I didn't really get before.
-My severe lack of understanding in the difference between blood-related children and those adopted.
-That little retarded girl named Jacqueline that I used to talk to despite my friends at the time telling me not to.
-That girl I once knew with the same wavy blonde hair that I took under my wing, who both confused and hurt me when I found out she wasn't the kind of person I was expecting.
I've been missing her for what I know to be more than a lifetime, without even realizing it...
I just want her back, to know that she's safe and okay.
Her name was Jaqueline, and though I don't remember what I know that something really bad happened to her... And that somehow, I was partly at fault.
I'd known her since she was a young girl, singing a song in French (That I know in this lifetime) and playing in the dirt in front of the lavender. During this time I was a monk in Senanque Abbey in Provence, France. I was not French though, and I don't think I would've stayed in the country if it weren't for Jaqueline. I believe that my soul was trying find it's way back to Spain, where it had lived in it's previous lifetime. I'd become a religious man because of my two lifetimes prior in Hungary and Spain, seeking to become closer to the God that in those two lifetimes I'd fought for as much as I had my rulers. Jaqueline was the only daughter of a middle class family, her Mother a very proper woman who used to bring her by the Abbey every now and then along with her two sons (One older, the other younger than Jaqueline...). I can't ever recall meeting her Father, and I always had the feeling that he wasn't around much but never asked. I think that they must have had family friends living near by that Jaqueline went to work for as a milkmaid in her teens to early twenties, as she was always coming by the Abbey on her own then... Still dressed in her work clothes, and at times carrying a bucket with her. She was a sweet and kind girl with long, wavy blonde hair and an almost constant smile. I was a father figure to her, and though she was not my child by blood I did and still do very much consider her my child.
It was in the 1600s, which I found out from looking through images on the internet of the kind of clothes she was wearing. I also found the location the same way, with descriptions of the place I remembered.
My memories of her now also explain so many things in this lifetime, things which I didn't really get before.
-My severe lack of understanding in the difference between blood-related children and those adopted.
-That little retarded girl named Jacqueline that I used to talk to despite my friends at the time telling me not to.
-That girl I once knew with the same wavy blonde hair that I took under my wing, who both confused and hurt me when I found out she wasn't the kind of person I was expecting.
I've been missing her for what I know to be more than a lifetime, without even realizing it...
I just want her back, to know that she's safe and okay.
