My dad looks like my murderer

[xLyrax]

At least... I think.
So I think that I was once a Romanov, Tatiana I think. Disclaimer: I am well aware that I may be wrong. Hundreds of people say they are a Romanov, after all. Anyway...
The man who led the shooting of the Romanov family was Yakov Yurovsky. Out of curiosity, I looked up his name and saw his picture... And woah. That's my dad! The resemblance is frightening.
My dad and I have a rocky relationship. His presence kind of puts my mood down. When my dad is around, I just get depressed and angry, for no reason. Is it possible that I get this depressed feeling because he reminds me of the man that might have shot me in my past life?

 

[Owl]

Hello, welcome to the forum.


I think it's possible that you and your dad had a conflicting past life together, seems to happen often. However, jumping to the conclusion that he was Yakov Yurovsky it's a bit premature in my opinion.Both of you would have to have memories about it, he would have to at least remember something about his life or have something to go on besides physical appearance. Also, you say that you could be wrong and not be Tatiana, therefore if he was Yurovsky that shouldn´t really affect you.


You should try to have memories about it and maybe meditate where you and your dad could have met in previous lives. Maybe it´s more than one past life you two share (or maybe it´s none and the conflicts are for other reason)

 

[Mama2HRB]

It is possible if the two of you were you you said you were that you have reincarnated this time to fix things, or perhaps he wishes to but your soul is not ready yet ...

 

[xLyrax]

Hello, welcome to the forum.
I think it's possible that you and your dad had a conflicting past life together, seems to happen often. However, jumping to the conclusion that he was Yakov Yurovsky it's a bit premature in my opinion.Both of you would have to have memories about it, he would have to at least remember something about his life or have something to go on besides physical appearance. Also, you say that you could be wrong and not be Tatiana, therefore if he was Yurovsky that shouldn´t really affect you.


You should try to have memories about it and maybe meditate where you and your dad could have met in previous lives. Maybe it´s more than one past life you two share (or maybe it´s none and the conflicts are for other reason)

Yes, I do tend to jump to conclusions without really thinking. My dad does not believe in reincarnation, so if he ever did have a memory, he wouldn't mention it. It's just so weird, because, well, their eyes are the same. Eyes, in my opinion, are windows to the soul. It's just a gut feeling I have that we both are somehow related to the Romanov story.


I just wanted to say that I might not be Tatiana because I didn't want to seem full of myself or anything... I did not want to seem like I thought: "I was a famous person once! Everyone else who thinks they are me are all wrong!" Tatiana may truly be a past life of mine, but nothing is ever sure.


Everything is just so unsure, like sand.


Is it possible that my father just bears a resemblance, without being Yurovsky in a past life? And maybe it's like Tatiana or someone recalling the face of her murderer?


P.S. Thank you for the welcome

 

[Twilight]

Hello there and welcome to the forum, I happen to have wrote a poem about the Romanovs a while back if you'd like to read it? Perhaps it'll help immerse yourself into subconscious emotions and to also see how your dad reacts to the poem also.

 

[xLyrax]

Hello there and welcome to the forum, I happen to have wrote a poem about the Romanovs a while back if you'd like to read it? Perhaps it'll help immerse yourself into subconscious emotions and to also see how your dad reacts to the poem also.

I'd quite love to see this poem, thank you If you truly do wish to show it to me, I'd be happy to read it and show it to my father as well.

 

[Twilight]

Oh cool here goes


GHOULS CREEPING AT NIGHT


Ghouls creeping at night


Creeping at night


For the dead are rising


Where the monster's play


Spilling blood through the shadows


Don't care what's lurking through the night


Because we got to face it


Nowhere to dash or hide


For as life slips away


It seems like almost no one cares


I'm sure we'll get this suffering over with


Finding love through enemies


You might be right, you might be wrong


Even though there is no escape


We got to keep pressing on


We got to face it


We'll find a way, somehow, someday


Ghouls creeping at night


Creeping at night


Through suffering and pitiless


Through blood and fury


Thou darken the doorsteps of hope


Rotting through broken wings


We shall fight and we shall stand through love


For love will rise and evil shall fall


Screaming to one supernova

 

[Mama2HRB]

I was searching for information on my pimp from my late 1800s past life and was shocked to see the passport photo of him looked uncannily like my late Dad.


I wasn't too shocked, though, as he has always looked out for the ladies in my family and continues to do so today ...

 

[argonne1918]

I was searching for information on my pimp from my late 1800s past life and was shocked to see the passport photo of him looked uncannily like my late Dad.

Funny how that works out. It's like being in endless stage productions with the same cast, just different roles.

 

[xLyrax]

Oh cool here goes
GHOULS CREEPING AT NIGHT


Ghouls creeping at night


Creeping at night


For the dead are rising


Where the monster's play


Spilling blood through the shadows


Don't care what's lurking through the night


Because we got to face it


Nowhere to dash or hide


For as life slips away


It seems like almost no one cares


I'm sure we'll get this suffering over with


Finding love through enemies


You might be right, you might be wrong


Even though there is no escape


We got to keep pressing on


We got to face it


We'll find a way, somehow, someday


Ghouls creeping at night


Creeping at night


Through suffering and pitiless


Through blood and fury


Thou darken the doorsteps of hope


Rotting through broken wings


We shall fight and we shall stand through love


For love will rise and evil shall fall


Screaming to one supernova

Gorgeous! Love conquers all, yes? The poem is not, in my opinion, fierce and hateful. The speaker is not angry and depressed... They seem to be staying strong, you know? Even though the doorsteps of it were darkened, the speaker still carries hope.


The line: "I'm sure we'll get this suffering over with" made me want to cry. I get dizzy and a knotted feeling in my stomach when I think of that July night/early morning in 1918. How a lot of them died slow... Suffered...


In a way, I feel that this poem doesn't hold a grudge, if that makes sense. Okay, none of what I just said probably made sense. It's just a little of what went through my mind when I read it.


I'll be sure to show this poem to my dad when he gets home.

Funny how that works out. It's like being in endless stage productions with the same cast, just different roles.

I wonder if there are groups of souls that always end up around each other in each life, eternally entwining.

 

[Owl]

Yes, I do tend to jump to conclusions without really thinking. My dad does not believe in reincarnation, so if he ever did have a memory, he wouldn't mention it. It's just so weird, because, well, their eyes are the same. Eyes, in my opinion, are windows to the soul.

Physical appearance is just an extra if there are memories there, same with the eyes. Lots of times our wishful thinking interferes with our judgement and we see things that nobody else sees. It happens to everyone in a bigger or lesser scale, that's why it's good to try to have memories and talk about our experiences with other people. Even though I know that everyone's experience and every journey is personal, if we don't share our opinions with others it gets "too" personal and we might get off the track. It's comforting when we realize that our experiences are something with common characteristics shared with other people,and it's also a great experience when we validate our memories with historical records. So even though we might reflect our moods, and to an extent our soul through our eyes, I don't think we can really tell without further information who somebody is just by looking at them, maybe sometimes in the context of a memory

It's just a gut feeling I have that we both are somehow related to the Romanov story.

Feelings are a starting point for a lot of things, but we have to dig deeper.

I just wanted to say that I might not be Tatiana because I didn't want to seem full of myself or anything... I did not want to seem like I thought: "I was a famous person once! Everyone else who thinks they are me are all wrong!" Tatiana may truly be a past life of mine, but nothing is ever sure.

Famous past lives are a taboo subject in the reincarnation communities usually. Somebody has to have been her. What are your memories if you feel comfortable sharing?

Is it possible that my father just bears a resemblance, without being Yurovsky in a past life?

Yes, of course, it's totally possible. Physical appearance is not really that important. He could also have been him without really looking that much alike.

I wonder if there are groups of souls that always end up around each other in each life, eternally entwining.

Seems like there is, I think pretty much everyone can mention some people in this life that they have met in the past.

 

[xLyrax]

Famous past lives are a taboo subject in the reincarnation communities usually. Somebody has to have been her. What are your memories if you feel comfortable sharing?

I don't think I have memories that can be proven with research. A lot of my memories are simple, happy little times that were probably not documented.


For example, I remember Christmas. I was sitting in front of a beautifully decorated tree. It was night, but bright lights warmed up the room. There was a window to my right. It's just a little sliver of a memory, I know, but I can visualize it all in my head perfectly, like it was yesterday.


Then I remember running through a grassy area, being chased by none other than Olga, Maria/Marie, and Anastasia. This is one reason why I think I am Tatiana. But in my memories, I never see my face. Maybe they could have been chasing a nanny and Tatiana wasn't around at the time. Who knows. Over the tops of some trees, I could see a white mansion/house that wasn't Alexander Palace. I'm guessing it was a vacation home. I had this memory when I was five, before I knew about the Romanovs. It wasn't till recently that I first saw the pictures of the Grand Duchesses that I realized they were the same people as in this memory. I don't know... Maybe this is just cryptomnesia. Perhaps I saw their pictures before and then five year old me made a memory out of it.


Another memory is... Embroidery. It's just a memory of looking down at a little rose that I was embroidering into a white cloth. Ever since this memory, I've wanted to start needlework, like sewing, knitting, and embroidery.


There are many more random little memories that I have. I've yet to have a memory of something that was documented. But when I read about the death of the Romanovs, I get all sweaty, my throat constricts, and I get dizzy, so I avoid reading about that.


So, you see, I highly doubt these memories could be proven. But for me, they seem too real to be some random thing that I made up. In my memories, I can smell perfumes and mildew. I can hear the creaking of wood. I can taste blintzes that I had for breakfast. Sometimes, the memories seem more real than my current life.


What do you think? Just an active imagination? Or should I really start looking in to recalling my memories?

 

[Owl]

What do you think? Just an active imagination? Or should I really start looking in to recalling my memories?

Definitely you should start looking in to recall your memories. You should also keep a dream journal in case you don´t, and you should draw and sketch everything that can be drawn and sketched.


Most of the times we don´t remember famous events, most of the times our memories are just random little everyday things. Just today I remembered some sort of booklet in Portuguese with conversion tables that its possibly Pl related because of the context of the dream. I' ll probably never validate it because I don´t have much to go on, but sometimes the little things can be validated too. Not necessarily related to a certain person, but related to country and time period. How the Christmas lights looked like, how that house you remembered looked like, any particular detail that catches your eye? All those things that seem small could be important validations later.

 

[xLyrax]

Definitely you should start looking in to recall your memories. You should also keep a dream journal in case you don´t, and you should draw and sketch everything that can be drawn and sketched.
Most of the times we don´t remember famous events, most of the times our memories are just random little everyday things. Just today I remembered some sort of booklet in Portuguese with conversion tables that its possibly Pl related because of the context of the dream. I' ll probably never validate it because I don´t have much to go on, but sometimes the little things can be validated too. Not necessarily related to a certain person, but related to country and time period. How the Christmas lights looked like, how that house you remembered looked like, any particular detail that catches your eye? All those things that seem small could be important validations later.

Okay! You've been very helpful, and I cannot thank you enough for the information you have given to me.

 

[Twilight]

Gorgeous! Love conquers all, yes? The poem is not, in my opinion, fierce and hateful. The speaker is not angry and depressed... They seem to be staying strong, you know? Even though the doorsteps of it were darkened, the speaker still carries hope.
The line: "I'm sure we'll get this suffering over with" made me want to cry. I get dizzy and a knotted feeling in my stomach when I think of that July night/early morning in 1918. How a lot of them died slow... Suffered...


In a way, I feel that this poem doesn't hold a grudge, if that makes sense. Okay, none of what I just said probably made sense. It's just a little of what went through my mind when I read it.


I'll be sure to show this poem to my dad when he gets home.

Thank you and you are most welcome ^_^ . I personally understand the feeling and wish you the best of luck.

 

[Mama2HRB]

Funny how that works out. It's like being in endless stage productions with the same cast, just different roles.

Fascinating, argonne

 

[Demi]

It's interesting how many cases I hear of when somebody killed someone in a PL and now they are either relatives, married or otherwise know each other. It seems that people with such history would not want to be around each other, yet these cases are so frequent!

 

[Twilight]

It may not be by choice.OMG

As far as Catholics is concerned, Jesus would want you to forgive your faults and your failures. It's one possibility that I'm wondering applies.

 

[tanguerra]

....There are many more random little memories that I have. I've yet to have a memory of something that was documented. But when I read about the death of the Romanovs, I get all sweaty, my throat constricts, and I get dizzy, so I avoid reading about that.
So, you see, I highly doubt these memories could be proven. But for me, they seem too real to be some random thing that I made up. In my memories, I can smell perfumes and mildew. I can hear the creaking of wood. I can taste blintzes that I had for breakfast. Sometimes, the memories seem more real than my current life.


What do you think? Just an active imagination? Or should I really start looking in to recalling my memories?

Hi xLyrax


Past life memories are often episodic like this and it can sort of feel like imagination sometimes, but the difference is usually in the strong emotions associated with memories and as you describe physical and sensory sensations such as smell.


A physical reaction, such as you describe, of the constricting throat, chills, shivers, and the like, is often also a sign that these are actual memories, not a daydream or imagination. In fact many times people may have what they would describe as a 'daydream' but it may really be a past life memory floating up. It often happens in reaction to something that triggers it, such as an old familiar song, or a place they have been to before, meeting someone they have encountered before and so on.


Definitely take a look in the FAQ section and read the tips and tricks for recovering past life memories. There are many good threads in there describing various different techniques. Try a few and find one that works best for you. It's always a good idea to start keeping a journal to keep track of the little things that can start to emerge. Often the act of writing it out can trigger more thoughts too.

 

[Aleksei]

Hello Tati.

 

[Aleksei]

Please, I hope you still frequent this forum!

 

[Shiftkitty]

Maybe a bit late, but I'd like to offer some advice.


He shot you then. He is not shooting you now. Make up your mind to forgive him for whatever it was, whether you were a Romanov or not. You don't need that kind of karma. He's your dad and there's only one of him. Cherish him now. Perhaps forgiving him is a test for you.


I shot my dad in a past life. When we discussed it, it was matter of laughter for us. Of course, we both believed in reincarnation. Your dad doesn't, but he doesn't have to. Just forgive anyway.

 

[Aleksei]

Sadly I think it may be too late I'm just a new member so I am just browsing threads and needed to reply here.

 

[Shiftkitty]

You never know.


I've seen your posts asking about Romanovs. I know there have ben a few on here with such thoughts that they may have been part of the family. (Not me that I know!) I hope you can make some connections with them. I've been away from the board for awhile and have only recently come back.

 

[Aleksei]

Well we will hope and thanks. I'm looking for lost family.