Hippy16
Senior Registered
For the past two weeks or so I have been having random flashbacks throughout my day. Normally they are too quick to grasp what the "flash" is about but they normally happen when I need to regress. My last regression was in may, so It has been a while. .
So first thing i say is Moralis? Muralis? I am not sure what exactly that meant. But I was at a very hotel looking place. It was a dark yellow/tan color with a tall fence around the pool area. I walked into the pool area where the lobby was. Inside there was a desk, and big windows, and I saw a black man wearing one of those newsboy hats and a tan suit. The girl at the desk annoyed me. I walked upstairs and down the hall and opened the door. I am assuming this was an apartment complex, but it reminded me of a hotel. Inside I saw this image of a girl or something with many many arms pulling knives out of her body, and she was all purple and pink and glowing. I shook it off and it went away. The apartment was dirty, and it was the same apartment that I once regressed to in another regression. I looked out the window, and kind of leaned out. Then I walked into the bedroom, there were 2 mattresses on the floor, and a man and woman having sex. I then was naked and started to join in. This was all very vivid, and weird. I started kissing the girl who was on top of the guy, her name was Jen I remember saying in my head. Then I kind of just rolled off the mattress and was looking at the newspaper on the floor. (I have no idea why there are always newspapers everywhere, the last time I regressed to this apartment there were stacks of newspapers). The newspaper said Tuesday, September 19th 1972. and of course the date is real. I just looked it up. I am not even shocked by it anymore. How could every time I get a date in a regression it actually ends up being a real date? Well it would easily be possible if I am actually remembering true events, which I now know must be the case. There was a picture of Nixon in the paper, im not sure something about a shooting or something too. Idk I was just looking at the picture. So I then looked in the mirror, I was still naked and had dark hair down past my shoulders, and bangs cut right below my eyebrows. I was such a small woman, which I have noted in a lot of the regressions to this life. So I then put on a pair of jeans, and a white flowy shirt and walked out. I know it was Los Angeles where I lived at this time.
The it said to go to my job. Immediately I felt somewhat sad, but somewhat excited. It was a bar, or a nightclub. It was so cool looking inside. There was a stage with 3 strippers on it, but there were men and woman at the tables. It was packed. I was carrying a tray of drinks, and I had my hair kind of wavy, and a black low cut sleeveless button up shirt, black short shorts, and silver platform heels. There were neon lights, and palm trees inside. I said the name but I can't remember it now. There were two parts to the club, that was set off by a platform between where the strippers were, and where other people were. But it was such a nice place, I really liked it. Then there was Georgette? But in my head her real name was John. She was a drag queen..She had on a purple dress and had big blonde hair and purple extreme eye makeup. We were friends. I talked to her for a bit then it was time to go. The year was 1972 or 73 as well.
Then it was time to go to my child hood. I was at my house and it must have been before 1964, because my dad died in 64 and he was still alive at this time. My mom had he hair like puffy and curly bangs puffed up, then smoothed back, and then a puffy ponytail. It asked for me to get a message and my dad said "You have to let go, don't let the past hinder your present experience". Oh yeah before that I was kneeling down by the liquor cabinet, it was fairly big, and gold. On one side was just clear glass, and the other side was like gold lattice. On top was a shelf with an ice bucket and other stuff. I don't know why I remembered that so clearly. Also after talking to my dad I had a quick flash of his funeral. I was really close to my dad in that life.
The to an unhappy time in my life. So im a teenager, my dad has already died, and actually think it was fairly recent. Im on my bed crying, and my mom charges in and pulls me up from the bed, I am crying and screaming, she throws me into the bathroom and locks the door. I don't know why she did that, I felt so bad, I was crying on the floor. I don't know if this was when she found out I was pregnant or not, I felt that's what it was about. I also released she would lock me in the bathroom a lot as punishment. So then I got up, went into the cabinet and pulled a bottle of pills out. In real life I start crying and feel extremely emotional. I take an handful of the pills and then lay back down on the floor.
Then it takes me to a happy time, and its 1967 I remember. I have a bathing suit on, and my hair is up. I'm on the beach with a very handsome guy, and he has on short swimming trunks. It's like evening; the sun is already set but its still light. He picks me up and is running with me on the beach, then he falls on purpose and we start kissing. I just felt very happy at this time, and it was a nice memory. I can still smell the ocean, and hear it, and feel it. Ahh I really enjoyed that memory.
pics coming soon..
So first thing i say is Moralis? Muralis? I am not sure what exactly that meant. But I was at a very hotel looking place. It was a dark yellow/tan color with a tall fence around the pool area. I walked into the pool area where the lobby was. Inside there was a desk, and big windows, and I saw a black man wearing one of those newsboy hats and a tan suit. The girl at the desk annoyed me. I walked upstairs and down the hall and opened the door. I am assuming this was an apartment complex, but it reminded me of a hotel. Inside I saw this image of a girl or something with many many arms pulling knives out of her body, and she was all purple and pink and glowing. I shook it off and it went away. The apartment was dirty, and it was the same apartment that I once regressed to in another regression. I looked out the window, and kind of leaned out. Then I walked into the bedroom, there were 2 mattresses on the floor, and a man and woman having sex. I then was naked and started to join in. This was all very vivid, and weird. I started kissing the girl who was on top of the guy, her name was Jen I remember saying in my head. Then I kind of just rolled off the mattress and was looking at the newspaper on the floor. (I have no idea why there are always newspapers everywhere, the last time I regressed to this apartment there were stacks of newspapers). The newspaper said Tuesday, September 19th 1972. and of course the date is real. I just looked it up. I am not even shocked by it anymore. How could every time I get a date in a regression it actually ends up being a real date? Well it would easily be possible if I am actually remembering true events, which I now know must be the case. There was a picture of Nixon in the paper, im not sure something about a shooting or something too. Idk I was just looking at the picture. So I then looked in the mirror, I was still naked and had dark hair down past my shoulders, and bangs cut right below my eyebrows. I was such a small woman, which I have noted in a lot of the regressions to this life. So I then put on a pair of jeans, and a white flowy shirt and walked out. I know it was Los Angeles where I lived at this time.
The it said to go to my job. Immediately I felt somewhat sad, but somewhat excited. It was a bar, or a nightclub. It was so cool looking inside. There was a stage with 3 strippers on it, but there were men and woman at the tables. It was packed. I was carrying a tray of drinks, and I had my hair kind of wavy, and a black low cut sleeveless button up shirt, black short shorts, and silver platform heels. There were neon lights, and palm trees inside. I said the name but I can't remember it now. There were two parts to the club, that was set off by a platform between where the strippers were, and where other people were. But it was such a nice place, I really liked it. Then there was Georgette? But in my head her real name was John. She was a drag queen..She had on a purple dress and had big blonde hair and purple extreme eye makeup. We were friends. I talked to her for a bit then it was time to go. The year was 1972 or 73 as well.
Then it was time to go to my child hood. I was at my house and it must have been before 1964, because my dad died in 64 and he was still alive at this time. My mom had he hair like puffy and curly bangs puffed up, then smoothed back, and then a puffy ponytail. It asked for me to get a message and my dad said "You have to let go, don't let the past hinder your present experience". Oh yeah before that I was kneeling down by the liquor cabinet, it was fairly big, and gold. On one side was just clear glass, and the other side was like gold lattice. On top was a shelf with an ice bucket and other stuff. I don't know why I remembered that so clearly. Also after talking to my dad I had a quick flash of his funeral. I was really close to my dad in that life.
The to an unhappy time in my life. So im a teenager, my dad has already died, and actually think it was fairly recent. Im on my bed crying, and my mom charges in and pulls me up from the bed, I am crying and screaming, she throws me into the bathroom and locks the door. I don't know why she did that, I felt so bad, I was crying on the floor. I don't know if this was when she found out I was pregnant or not, I felt that's what it was about. I also released she would lock me in the bathroom a lot as punishment. So then I got up, went into the cabinet and pulled a bottle of pills out. In real life I start crying and feel extremely emotional. I take an handful of the pills and then lay back down on the floor.
Then it takes me to a happy time, and its 1967 I remember. I have a bathing suit on, and my hair is up. I'm on the beach with a very handsome guy, and he has on short swimming trunks. It's like evening; the sun is already set but its still light. He picks me up and is running with me on the beach, then he falls on purpose and we start kissing. I just felt very happy at this time, and it was a nice memory. I can still smell the ocean, and hear it, and feel it. Ahh I really enjoyed that memory.
pics coming soon..
