I haven't visited anywhere yet, but I will be in 2024. I will be heading back to Prague, Czech Republic where my soul has very deep roots there from two lifetimes. The entire Prague Castle complex is very deeply rooted in me (in my first lifetime in Prague, my husband Bořivoj I of Bohemia, built just the Castle itself in 870AD), and in my second lifetime there in WWII occupied Protektorate - well... we'll just leave that there, shall we? I will also be returning to Poland and visiting Auschwitz-Birkenau KZ, where I spent just under two years from mid-late 1943 until late February/early-March 1945 after the liberation. I died there and have seen in historical videos where they scattered the ashes of those who died there after the liberation. I'm both scared and excited at the same time. Excited for the liberation, but afraid for the outpouring of memories that I have not seen yet.
For me personally, Prague leaves a lot of unfinished business for me. Deliberately, I will be going to Prague during the Operation Anthropoid anniversary (May 27-June 7), because that is the best time for healing. I hope to gain a lot of closure from that lifetime from going at that particular time of the year. I also find it amusing that considering in both of those lifetimes my soul held power across the Bohemian/Czech lands, we are both loved and loathed. I realised that in essence, my soul had to experience the 'two sides of the coin' there. I often wonder if our longing to visit countries and/or places signifies some unfinished business that we have to tend to.
In regards to revisiting old haunts, I will indeed be visiting 'old haunts' with the exception of two places - one is only ruins now (Tetin Castle - my home where I was murdered) and the other is well.. a hospital (Bulovka Hospital. It's still an operating hospital, and I have been able to identify in photographs of buildings where the room was and how I got there). My home in my Bohemian royalty lifetime was/is Prague Castle and whenever I look at it, I always call it "home". I also call it "the office" because that's where the office of the Deputy Reichsprotektor was during the Protektorate rule. Prague is "home" for my soul, and no other place that I have recalled in memories gives me the same feelings besides the plantation home in Maryland that I lived in during my American Civil War lifetime (which I owned and kept in the family.) Whenever I talk to people about Prague, I always make freudian slips and say "I'm going home..." which makes people mistake me for Czech.
I'm excited for you! Where are you going and what do YOU hope to get from your trip?
Eva x
Oh wow, that all sounds so incredible! Two lifetimes in the same place! Other lives that I vaguely recall, mostly from hypnosis regressions, are all over the place. I suppose three have come up in Italy, but always in different parts of Italy, and always pretty distant in time from one another, so there's not huge amount of consistency in the landscape. I don't feel much of a "home" for my soul anywhere in the world, though what an amazing feeling that would be!
The place I'm going to visit is London, this summer, which is where I lived most recently (before this life). Those memories came through randomly, without any regressions or meditations, so I feel differently about them. I remembered it all so vividly all at once for no clear reason at all (though now, looking back, I can see the logic in why I remembered when I did). I did feel like London was "home" for a long while, and I grieved for my past life family and friends and lifestyle -- even the things I didn't like about it. I felt like I had to mourn everything. So I hope to get some closure by going there, but I also hope for some kind of validation. I've done a lot of digging for "proof" and not come up with much. I mean, yes to the historical events I remember, yes to being able to walk the streets on google maps, yes to remembering cultural quirks, but no to any evidence of my specific existence as an individual in the great swatch of pre-war Londoners. However, I did enough digging to realize that the census is kinda rubbish and the records are all sorts of incomplete, so I'm not too upset about it.
Still, I'm a bit of a skeptic of myself. I believe others, just not me
It's my hope that if I'm actually there, physically in those spaces (for one night, I'm even staying in a room above a pub I remember going to on the southern coast of England!) then maybe I'll be so overwhelmed with familiarity that I no longer feel like I'm imagining it all. If I can walk through my old neighborhood IN PERSON without getting lost, like I can on google maps, then I'll have a lot less cause to doubt. If I can feel stirred inside and moved and genuinely connect my feelings to an honest-to-goodness PLACE that EXISTS, that might be all I need.
Though I do feel I have some kind of unfinished business there, weirdly. I'm totally at a loss as to what it might be -- everyone I ever knew would be dead by now, barring my niece and nephew, who would be in their 90's if they were still alive. I'd love to reconnect with them, but I doubt that would make much sense to anyone involved
And I admit I also dream of magically discovering my partner's diary in an antique shop, in which he wrote about me and slipped photos of us . . . and maybe conveniently wrote our full legal names, birth dates, and, even though I outlived him, perhaps somehow the location of my grave
But I am a realist. It's London. I probably wouldn't be able to afford it even if I DID find my partners' journal!
And besides, who sells journals?
And on that note, what HAPPENS to peoples' journals when they die? It feels a bit cruel just to throw them away.
I had something similar happen to me in Boston once, though I have no recollection of any life whatsoever in Boston. Sometimes I wonder if, in that case, I'm not somehow living in Boston in another dimension right now or something. Who knows. But I knew my way all over the place -- I even led people around! And that is NOT me in most places. Strangest of all, I broke into tears outside of Fenway Park stadium. I'm not a baseball fan. I'm not even a sports fan. But I sure was for about five minutes in 2011 for absolutely no discernible reason! 
I'll overlook the fact that this guy is a lot better looking and certainly sings a lot better than I ever could! 
