Between the ages of about 2 (I was still in my crib and wore footie-pajamas) and 5 I knew I had been someone else before. Before what? I don't know. Just before. I knew as surely as I knew my name and that I was a little girl with blue eyes, I knew that "before" I had been a grown man, like my father and had some kind of hair on my face, like Santa Claus except my hair was black. Vivid memories would come to my mind: the smell of horses and cows, an old barn with a hayloft, the smell of fresh hay, an apple orchard, the fields of corn. I really enjoyed these memories. But I knew that "before" when I was a man I had to wear a light-colored uniform (gray? tan? beige?) and ride my horse away to war. I can't begin to tell you how unhappy I was to leave the farm but I had to go. On a hot summer day I knew I had been running with a long gun (rifle?) towards a battlefield. All of us had to run down a small hill, through some trees through which a shallow creek flowed, and up another hill. We had just reached the trees when I felt something hit me, like a bee sting and I fell down. And the sorrow I felt knowing I was going away (dying?) and would never see the farm or the apple orchard again just overwhelmed me. Believe it or not, I had another series of memories of being someone else, not the man, but a little girl; these memories were very fragmented and all took place inside a small dark house that always seemed cold. I had older sisters and we'd play in the house and run around. One day while playing with my sisters, I was running, fell and was burned all over, but I don't remember any fire or flames. I used to wake up crying at night and tried to explain to my mother that I had been burned all over. Now here's something interesting: one of my hobbies is genealogy and I found out that my great-grandmother after whom I was named had a younger sister who died at the age of 2 1/2 when she fell into a washtub filled with boiling water (this happened about 1879 or 1880). By the time I had been born, everyone in my immediate family who knew of this tragic death had died themselves. It wasn't until I was 30 and, for the first time in my life, spoke to my grandfather's cousin that I heard the story.
Once upon a time I knew I was someone else
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LeighJarvis
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Ceridwyn,
I think this is beautiful that you have such vivid recollections of the imagery from your past lives. I am wondering if certain places bring up a deja-vu feeling for you, of the apple orchard or the fields you were fighting in? I sometimes have that pit-of-the-stomach feeling about places which will call to mind feelings but I can't always put events with them.
There was a street in my hometown that felt like this though and once when I was maybe 6 years old I was walking downtown with a babysitter and I tripped, skinning my knee. She took me to her friend's old Victorian house and as we walked in the door, I was overwhelmed by their red flocked wallpaper. I had never seen wallpaper like this before and it shocked me at first but it felt SO familiar and immediately I knew just what it would feel like and that it was comforting. The people there were very warm and inviting and band-aided that knee but I was so overcome by how I felt in that house that I acted shy and withdrawn. At the time it didn't occur to me that this was something I remembered from another life because it was really only the recognition I got at that time, no memory with it.
Leigh
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What good would one lifetime be? Give me plenty and make me strong and wise and true through them. Life is meant for learning and the Earth is my playground...though my soul is never far from Home.
I think this is beautiful that you have such vivid recollections of the imagery from your past lives. I am wondering if certain places bring up a deja-vu feeling for you, of the apple orchard or the fields you were fighting in? I sometimes have that pit-of-the-stomach feeling about places which will call to mind feelings but I can't always put events with them.
There was a street in my hometown that felt like this though and once when I was maybe 6 years old I was walking downtown with a babysitter and I tripped, skinning my knee. She took me to her friend's old Victorian house and as we walked in the door, I was overwhelmed by their red flocked wallpaper. I had never seen wallpaper like this before and it shocked me at first but it felt SO familiar and immediately I knew just what it would feel like and that it was comforting. The people there were very warm and inviting and band-aided that knee but I was so overcome by how I felt in that house that I acted shy and withdrawn. At the time it didn't occur to me that this was something I remembered from another life because it was really only the recognition I got at that time, no memory with it.
Leigh
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What good would one lifetime be? Give me plenty and make me strong and wise and true through them. Life is meant for learning and the Earth is my playground...though my soul is never far from Home.
catseye
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Ceridwyn,
I have to admit it was the name that drew me. I always liked the Celtic and I believe that once I had a daughter of that name, many lives ago.
Your writing flows as a memory, I feel for you leaving your home to fight. You have a definite talent with words.
It's fascinating that you remember a life in your own family as well.
Live in peace this life. -catseye
I have to admit it was the name that drew me. I always liked the Celtic and I believe that once I had a daughter of that name, many lives ago.
Your writing flows as a memory, I feel for you leaving your home to fight. You have a definite talent with words.
It's fascinating that you remember a life in your own family as well.
Live in peace this life. -catseye
I chose Ceridwyn because I am Welsh-Irish; I, too, thought it was more than a coincidence that I had memories of a life that was later confirmed as being that of a member of my family. (The little girl who died, her name was Beulah (of all things!), would be my great-great-aunt.) At one point I thought perhaps I was intended to live as and be a member of my family ... but not in the generation of the 1870's and 1880's.