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Museum Visit Triggers A Scene

Shiftkitty

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In these hard times, you get your entertainment where you can. Our local museum is a free source of entertainment. There are rotating exhibits, those that change from month to month, and then there are the exhibits that are always there. One of the regular exhibits triggered a scene for me. It was a bedroom done up in mid-1800s farmhouse style, and as I watched it my mind unfolded a small episode:

I was very young and was being led into the room by my mother or my older sister (who may have just looked like an adult to me). There is an old woman in the bed. She has one of those white lace night caps on her head. She's my grandmother. I'm told to be quiet because she's dying. I'm calm as I stand next to her. Her eyes are so blue and so calm. She speaks softly. She wants to see me one last time before she goes. Her frail hands caress my cheek and I know I will miss her dearly when she goes. She tells me not to be sad because she'll be in Heaven waiting for me and we can eat cakes again there. (I'm not sure what kind of cakes she means, but I get the idea that they're small pastries similar to cupcakes but not quite.) I ask her if she's afraid and she says no. The drapes are closed and the room is somewhat dark. Only small bits of sunlight provide any illumination. She asks me to open the drapes because she wants to see the sunlight one more time "from Earth". I dash over to open the drapes, eager to do whatever she asks. As the sunlight pours in I hear her voice, very faint, thanking me. When I turn, she is facing me and the sunlight, but her face, though still peaceful-looking, is different. Instinctively I know it was her last request.

I snapped out of it at that point. I have no clue what I looked like or anything. All of my attention was on the dying lady, my grandmother in that scene. It was quite a trip, though, from the museum to wherever I was in that memory.
 
What a beautiful memory! Thanks for sharing. Yes museums are rich in things to simulate the memories. I love to hang out at the history museums! How old do you think you were?


Tman
 
I think I was about 6. I relaxed my mind and tried to see a bit more from the memory (or, more correctly, from the memory of the memory!), and I seem to remember the edge of the matress being about chest high. I also thought about the cake she was talking about. I started to think it was petits fours, but it didn't seem right. I searched on petits fours to see if there might be a variation from the tiny little pastries I'm familiar with and followed a link to "punch cake", which looks like what was in my mind's eye when she talked about eating cakes. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punschkrapfen I had never seen or heard of these before in this life, at least, so it was quite a surprise to discover this!
 
Interesting Experience Shiftkitty! Do you think this Grandmother could be in your present life in some relation as much or little as you know?


Now I haven't posted much as of late but have been lurking now and then offline so to speak. And I myself have had quite a few glimpses into my Past Lives while at some museum also. Do think old historical museums are excellent places for such! For me it has been espicelly when I have visited the Plains Indian Museum which is a part of the Buffalo Bill Historical Center in Cody, Wyoming. Thru the years have had quite a few glimpses into my past Plains Indians Live(s) while here. They have some dioramas which I can't help but have some experience. There has been many a time where after going thru it all again and again and again, I just sit there on some bench just crying. It seems as for myself when have had these experiences, it shakes me to the absolute core of my being. For whatsoever it is worth.
 
Exhibitors who work with museum exhibitions and deja-vu


Hello,


Museum visits can evoke deja-vu memories of possible past lives.


Have there been cases where exhibitors who work with and set-up museum exhibitions (including museum staff) reported deja-vu memories of interest?


It would be interesting to hear from museum staff and exhibitors alike in this forum.


Marc
 
If my grandmother then was involved in my current life, she probably would have been one of my more trusted teachers. I have had teachers to whom I felt closer than I did to any of my family, save for the natural and instinctive bond to my mother. My own family, though close, has always had the feeling to me of being little more than a group of people with whom I share a gene pool. I loved my parents, but there was always a feeling of not quite belonging. It's like I was a hitchhiker that this nice family picked up. I had to be born where I was born, when I was born, and this was the most convenient situation. Hard to convey, really.
 
Shiftkitty said:
It's like I was a hitchhiker that this nice family picked up. I had to be born where I was born, when I was born, and this was the most convenient situation. Hard to convey, really.
I can relate Shiftkitty. I have very much the same feeling about my family.
 
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