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I'm still very curious about all this. The fellow who wrote the book quoted above is Henry Sutherland Edwards. He may have known the count personally. They would have been a similar age. I will see if he wrote anything else about him. How did we manage before google?


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Sutherland_Edwards

Henry Sutherland Edwards (1828-1906) was a British journalist.
He was born in London, and educated in London and France. He was correspondent of The Times at the coronation of Alexander II of Russia, in the camp of the insurgents at Warsaw (1862–63), and at German army headquarters during the Franco-Prussian War.
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It has just popped up into my mind - maybe the Count after the uprising and getting "mortal wound" by agresors, was caught and sent to Siberia. That would be highly possible as it was happening to the Poles caught being involved in the uprising, especially those who were commanding the guerilla squads. And above all, he was a member of polish aristocracy & a patriot. That meant something huge, especially for Russians to catch those and exile them for not to come back anymore; this was actually even worse than death - being exiled and knowing there is no chance to come back and help other patriots to lead the uprising untill the victory(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sybirak). And maybe after his death, his remains were brought back to his land. He is burried in Lwow, which is fairly far away from the place of his birth and later activities though. But as far as I am aware of, some of their relatives, also counts under the same colour he was, they had some family manors around Lwow and Drohobycz.


If he would be caught, sent to Siberia, then he possibly could live there 25-30 more years. Not all of them were working in logors or dying during their exile . Some of them assimilated somehow to the Siberia conditions. This would be quite good explanation why we cant find anything about his life after 1863.


No info to confirm it though, it is just the idea ..


And BriarRose, Tanguerra, and All - THANK YOu for all your kind words :*
 
Thanks Eilean.


It's possible. I don't have any memories of anything other than what I've described above, but who knows? Maybe one day something else will come to me. I found this though. As you say, many 'undesirables' were sent to Siberia. I did not find Stroynowski in this list, but it's possible... goodness knows how thorough the records are from those times... and what has survived rats, mildew... But it seems the exiles started stirring up trouble in Siberia a few years later. (Surprised? No.)


The Polish Insurrection in Siberia

...The exiles set off an incompetent Baikal rebellion near by Irkutsk in 1866....
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I printed out the Edwards book about the uprisings that I found on google books and read the first couple of chapters last night just for fun (it's quite a good read actually). It certainly supports a lot of what I 'felt' about how complicated politics was at that time, even though I doubt I took too much detailed interest in all the machinations when I was younger. Perhaps I became more interested in it all later, into my 30s? Perhaps I just liked getting into fights? Sounds about right!


Although there is no further specific mention of Stroynowski, other than what I've quoted already I did find various other little things that support what I've said about that life.


For instance, it talks about the need to raise funds for the uprising. I had thought this was a funny sort of thing. Surely armies are paid for by taxes? Why the need for fundraising parties in people's houses? But, this would make sense after all. Since the Russians kept a close eye on everyone with any power or influence, especially since an earlier attempted uprising in 1830, it was not easy to organise or to raise money. But various nobles had money, especially those with country estates.


This would seem to support what I wrote about the event where I met 'Sophia' being a 'fundraiser' on a country estate away from the capital. As a young cavalry officer from an old family (even if I and my regiment were fighting 'officially' in the Russian cavalry at that time) it is not surprising that we would be attending something like this, in uniform, to help with the PR side of things. No wonder my commanding officer was so furious at me for killing the man who was giving them money for the effort! No wonder I felt in such disgrace! What was I thinking! (Well, "the usual" I suppose).


Duelling was also certainly relatively commonplace too. There is mention in the book of a duel between two of the 'insurgents', although it's about a political disagreement, not adultery.


Also, the patriotic song that we were all singing around the piano makes sense, if we were all gearing up for this 'insurrection' singing a patriotic song like this would all be very congruent with the event, as would the strong emotions attached to it. The Polish people really did feel very oppressed by the Russians at this time and there was a stronger than usual stirring of national pride in Polish hearts, so it's little wonder the song made me feel so moved, even into the present day.


So, anyway, all very interesting and a strong validation I think.
 
So, this is interesting. I've been reading more of the history tonight, focussing on the bit that concerns 'me'. It seems our Stroynowski was a bit of a radical thinker for his time, and rash and hot headed, but quite a good tactician in his way (reminds me of someone...?)


Cutting a long story short as to the politics of the time, there were conflicting views as to how to get the Russians out of Poland. Some favoured a popular uprising, others armed insurrection, others slow and cautious reforms via the official channels (politics has not really changed much in essence).


Stroynowski (and his friends 'the Eleven') made the radical suggestion that the peasants should just be given the land they farmed - free! In this way they would be inspired to rise up and defend it and it was only fair after all that those who farmed the land should have rights to it. This idea was considered very shocking by all concerned, as you can perhaps imagine, but while I was reading this I could 'perfectly understand' his reasoning.

...The Russians called the insurrection an aristocratic movement, because they wished to deprive it of the sympathy of the liberal party throughout Europe. But it was in its origin a democratic and revolutionary movement, and the first public act of its directors, after the appeal to arms, was to give the peasants their holdings in freehold without the consent of the proprietors, to whom they were legally bound to pay rent.
One of the first insurgents to learn practically how far the peasants could be counted on to assist the insurrection was Count Ladislas Stroynowski, who, with the other members of the party of action ['my' people who wanted to proceed directly to armed warfare, heh heh] held that the co-operation of the whole mass of peasants must and could be obtained...."
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Then there's the story quoted above about him being beaten up by a bunch of angry peasants... oh well. Some people just don't get it?


It goes on to say that he complained later that the landholders had not prepared their peasants to understand what they were trying to do and why, etc. They were self-interested and lacked patriotic zeal... History often repeats. It all reminds me in many ways about my current struggles in 'Green' politics.... De ja vu.
 
The thing about all this is that, while I was reading, I understood the reasoning behind his thinking very thoroughly, although it would seem to be at odds with an aristocrat from a landholding family.


I [know] it comes from the 'burning rage' of that little girl at the start of this thread, to get those 'bad men' out of our town and to get back our land, our homes and our lives and be left in peace. [karma (?)].

Words popped into my head, and I could 'hear myself' (as Stroynowski) explaining my ideas, maybe even to this journalist, but certainly to anyone who would listen. I grabbed a pen and wrote it down:


"Let those who want to farm, farm. Someone has to do farming. They like it, let them do it. Me, I fight! I fight for the freedom of the Polish farmers to farm on Polish soil and eat Polish food and be Polish people! I fight to keep the Russians (Ruskis?) off their backs!... We are all in this together.... "


On thinking this and writing it down, I went all 'shivery' about Scotland. The most recent Scottish and Polish memories both started 'bothering me' about a year ago. I wondered if 'Scotland' came in between the two Polish lives (if you look at time as a straight line). I'd thought one led straight into the next. Maybe it did - if that matters, except as a curiosity of 'time' and how that all works.

In any case, without getting too distracted by all that, I 'knew' that the 'skills' I'd learned in Scotland and Poland were similar; courage and fighting skills (of course), but also skirmishing, guerrilla tactics, the importance of having the peasantry on-side against an invading force, the importance of your 'brothers' in a tight spot.

The true value of this work is how you can use it to evolve; the lessons you learn, and what you do with them.


It's lately I've been very concerned in my real life about environmental politics and the '1%' and inequity, unfairness, the futility of war, the waste of it... I'm writing "Book 2: How to save the world" so maybe this is all connected and I should study some of this history and learn from past mistakes? Just a thought.


It's the same struggle!


From Scotland...

tanguerra said:
So, a bit more from the flashback from the other night. I remembered being a grown up man, very big and tall with a thick red beard. There were hundreds of men, all going off along a road to fight a battle. I had bid goodbye to my wife and little son and didn't know if I'd ever see them again. I wished I could just go and live on our farm again in peace and tranquility but that didn't seem like it was ever going to happen. I was getting heartily sick of fighting by this time and beginning to wonder if it was all futile.
I had a thought that this was how the world is even now... and it is part of a longer process that's been going on for hundreds of years. People keep getting swallowed up into the big 'machine' - in our case the war, the castle, in service of our 'Laird'. This was all taking us away from more productive activities (like farming) and was replacing our individual independence and self-determination with destructive activities like war - all driven by a minority of powerful men (it's mostly men doing this stuff).


These days it's the 'military industrial complex' that is making slaves of us all in the service of oil, coal, 'finance' and arms manufacturers. We are wasting our lives and destroying our planet working like serfs for corporate masters, but it's the extension of the process that had begun back then.
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To quote 'Faramir' from The Lord of the Rings: "War will make corpses of us all'.


Faramir: The enemy? [turns over the body of a fallen Haradrim soldier] His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is. Where he came from. If he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home? And he'd not rather had stayed there, at peace. War will make corpses of us all.
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It's a good speech!


This Scotland memory seems to be the contrasting lesson to that of your Count who wished the peasants to fight for their land,... as the "peasant" who wishes to quietly farm, but finds himself fighting for his laird.


Oh, I do love the thinking, tanguerra! And the themes you're pulling from this resonate beautifully.


(Tossing in a LoTR quote zinged like coffee on my brain ... :eek:)
 
Lord of the Rings was very "formative" for me. I can't read the battle scenes without crying, 50 years later. They do call to mind the hopeless odds the Scots faced, Tanguerra. Thanks to you and Eilean, I am getting an understanding of the issues the Poles faced, in their efforts to be free.
 
Thanks guys. That has always been a very poignant scene for me in that film and it seems very appropriate for this sentiment. It captures what I was trying to say very well.


Yes, MD, the synchronicities are very apparent to me. The same feelings/passions/sorrows float through these three lives.


I was thinking about this last night and about X/Sophia and how X has always been ahead of his time and quite radical with his thinking about things, non-conformist, a bit of a lateral thinker and so on. I didn't have any specific memory, but I could well imagine 'Sophia' espousing the kind of 'revolutionary' ideas that I may later have adopted regarding 'solving the world's problems'. [He/she is really terribly clever about this kind of thing. Cleverer than me, even today].


I can see her laughing, amusing all the soldiers with her clever talk, while flirting with them beguilingly, tapping them on the shoulder with her fan ... It would not surprise me in the least. We were very young as I said (early twenties) and no doubt very idealistic (probably unrealistic) in our thinking. It's little wonder I would have fallen head over heels (again).
 
Blueheart said:
I think it is certainly possible. However, Tanguerra is not really remembering anything new right now.
I just thought it was an interesting synchronicity. The facts that your sources revealed seemed to mirror what is going on in that part of the world today.
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Synchronicity nonetheless.
 
Blueheart said:
tanguerra,
It might have been lost in the shuffle of new (to us!) info, but the other count Eilean found was born in 1836. He was a pianist, composer, and dramatist. And, most likely, related to you. He wrote --Uhlans march, called also Soldiers song. He met Chopin.


Also, a lot is happening RIGHT NOW in Ukraine.


Very interesting how these unrelated pieces seem to be tying together. Love this story, by the way. . .
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I looked up the 'other' Count Ladislaw Blue Heart. Thanks.


He would certainly have been a contemporary, born a few years later than Stroynowski. I don't think he is 'warlike' enough for 'me', but he could easily have been a friend. Perhaps he might even have been there that night, when we all stayed up late, singing Polish folk songs drunkenly around the piano while 'X/Sophia' and I fell in love? ... (Her sparkling eyes... her intoxicating laughter...) Maybe he was playing the piano...? A young Count who made cadet, but found it wasn't for him after all?... If I was 23, he'd have been 18 or so then. Who knows? It's possible I suppose if we were of the same 'class' and from the same town?


It's possible. Highly possible. (I'm getting the 'goose flesh' thinking about it). The words 'a wiser man than me' spring into my mind when I look at his picture and ask myself 'who is he?' ... He studied in 'Lvov' where Stroynowski was buried.. we may have been friends? We might have grown up together? He might have had the brains and talent to get out of the way? A sensible fellow and a 'wiser man than me', no doubt? :)


Count Ladislaw Tarnowski

He studied in Lvov and Cracow, at D. Auber in the Paris conservatory, with a break during the time of the January Uprising of 1863-1864, during which he wrote the song "Jak to na wojence ?adnie" which remains popular to the modern day, in various alterations. He gave concerns in Wroclaw in 1860 and 1875, Lvov in 1875, Vienna, Venice and Firence in 1872, Paris 1873, and traveled widely...
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He wrote a 'hit song' Jak to na wojence ?adnie, a satirical song about war as I understand from what I'm reading. I've been trying to find a translation, but in my head it translates into something like 'What a sweet war' or 'How sweet is war' or if I was going to 'channel' The Blitz "Oh what a lovely war". :)


In it's way, it's a 'protest song'. It is still played at military funerals apparently.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_funeral

In Poland, the last fragment of W?adys?aw Tarnowski's song ?pij, kolego ("Sleep, friend")... a portion of the larger composition Jak to na wojence ?adnie (the title has no precise English translation, but it is roughly "how nice it is in war", with a diminutive form conveying a sense of ironic solidarity) is an integral part of a military funeral.
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Is it 'ironic'? Like playing 'The Band Played Waltzing Matilda' in Australia (another 'protest song' about the futility and agrandisement of war based around the 'stupidity' that was the battle for Gallipol during WWI?) I wonder? A song that many an old 'Aussie digger' has had sung at his funeral to this day ... Synchronicities abound...


And the band played Waltzing Matilda:


Maybe Eilean could shed more light on this language/cultural issue?


Very interesting. Thanks.
 
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Thanks Eilean. This is great stuff. I'm a 'little bit' obsessed at the moment (obviously).


This bit from the book hit me yesterday when I was reading it. I folded down the page ... the 'recklessness' of Stroynowski in the way he went about things made perfect sense to me. He didn't care about his lands, he didn't care about his fortune or inheritance. He just wanted to 'fix' it (or die, or both). This is how I would be after that; the duel, the disgrace, the heartbreak the 'X' factor.. a (teensy?) bit crazed (as usual)...


My friend X: http://www.reincarnationforum.com/threads/my-friend-x.1438/


If everything I have ever written about all this is true (why would I lie?) I can well understand the 'recklessness' and 'desperation' of the struggle and why Stroynowski just threw himself into the 'insurrection' 'helter skelter'.... Why not after all? What did he have to lose apart from his country and his good name? He was trying to save both, I'm sure... (probably thought/hoped 'Sophia' would be impressed...). Nothing really changes.... :)


http://www.archive.org/stream/privat...agoog_djvu.txt

...But for those daring reckless spirits who were ready to risk an appeal to arms there were no arms to be had. The peasantry, who had their scythes, were for the most part neutral, and were even inclined here and there to take the side of the government, which they felt was the safe side in the long run. The great proprietors, though by no means neutral, had the fear of confiscation before their eyes, and could only aid the insurrection cautiously, secretly, and by means of money, which, when they had once joined the movement, they gave abundantly.
If, however, the Poles engaged in a desperate struggle, with the certainty of incurring the most terrible losses in case of failure, it must also be remembered that they had a great prize in view They were fighting for the independence of their country as it existed before the partitions of the eighteenth century, and for the immediate liberation of all Russian Poland, as a first step towards that end...
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This whole thing is giving me 'the spooks' but in a good way. Maybe I will write a movie script about it? It would be easy. It's a great story that should be told. People don't know that all this is nothing new...
 
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This would be hard and reckless :) It's in old polish.


On the start - forgive me if it's no longer a poetic piece, but I am not a translator and looks like this is an opening for me hihi


"Oh how the little war is pretty"
***
Who wants to experience the delight
Who wants to experience the delight
Then should enlist to the war
Then should enlist to the war

Oh how the little war is pretty
Oh how the little war is pretty

When the Uhlan falls down the horse
When the Uhlan falls down the horse
His fellows won't feel pity for him
They would rather trample on him
The captain will order a coffin
The sergeant will dash out his name from the list
For his labour and strive
the trumpeters will play trumpet call
For all the years of his duty

The trumpets will play "ram pam pam"
For his combat and toil
The tree shots will be fired
Sleep my fellow, in this grave
And dream a dream about Poland
***

There was a girl, she had younger brother
And he went to the war
Years went by
And yet the polish army comes back from battlefiled
"Hello Misters
How is my brother at the war?"
"He lays out there near to the pond
With his head on the stone
His horse just beside him
Scratches the ground with the hoof
Scratched already till the knees
Wants to bury his master"

OK, this is it, I will post now and in few minutes I will edit to give you some more background, as the translations is just horrible ;)

There is this bit played:


and the bit "Spij kolego" played at the funerals

(it is to hit some more romantic tune unlike the previous bloodthirsty one ;)
 
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Thanks a bunch Eilean.


Just amazing stuff! It certainly fits with all the rest of this doesn't it? I will listen to the song later today.
 
I've just got home from being out at a lovely party with X and some other friends from 'the village' and am a bit tipsy (and a little overwhelmed). So, happy Friday! Huzzah!


It's been quite a week! I have been on an 'emotional roller coaster' this week (make no mistake) about all this 'Poland stuff'. 'Normal' people cannot begin to understand how this all feels, (why would they? how should they?). Where could I even try to begin explaining it to anyone in every day life why 'Poland' upsets me so right now .... so again, I thank the people of the forum for your interest, your patience and tolerance of my 'nonsense'.


We (X and company) had a great time tonight with 'the gang'. X and I were sitting side by side, as we do, left and right, blond haired and fashionably dressed, and being our own two (*rather fabulous*) selves, mirroring each other's movements and talking absolute sense (of course) to anyone who would listen... It was a bit like 'Poland' and a bit 'not'. There was no anger or upset. It was just so relaxed and calm and simple and 'normal' .... it's hard to put into words. So easy, like two dolphins swimming or surfing... natural... like walking, like dancing, like anything...So different from 'back then'.


X looks great. He looks healthier than he's been for a while. He seems happy. Buoyant even. His eyes were actually 'sparkling' tonight, once or twice (which I haven't seen in him in a while)... I felt the joy of just sitting next to him and sharing a laugh or two... Happy times. No drama. No worries. Just fun. Just 'because'. ... Then I lent him cab fare and sent him off into the night with one of my 'body guards' .... and got notice he was safely home... All is well.


So, here I am (again). Up late. Talking to you. Thinking about him....


I love that man. I love that person. Nothing will ever change that. Some things never change. This is one of them.
 
Eilean said:
..I have just found out that there is around 15 different lyrics versions of this song, but the one I have picked is the oldest one, I think. In case I will find anything older, I will try to post it in here. Basically the song is the traditional uhlans' song mixed with other tradtional songs; the one translated above gave the path to the new tradition of Zurawiejka songs sang by polish cavalry (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C5%BBurawiejka) - check this out, some of the Zurawiejkas examples are translated and quite terrible in its expression O_o
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Wow! These Uhlans were serious dudes. Remember I was saying I thought I was a 'hard hearted customer' back then and the furious argument I had with 'Sophia' and how she just wouldn't understand... and I was so upset about it all... (honour, tradition ... )This all makes sense to me. No wonder I felt the duel was so unfair...

10th Regiment of Lithuanian Uhlans, stationed in Bia?ystok
“Z Litwy borów, pól i ?anów, to dziesi?ty pu?k u?anów.


A rozkazów kto nie s?ucha, to dziesi?ty pu?k Obucha.


Jedzie u?an z dziesi?tego, wyj? psy na widok jego.


W Dniepru wodach konie poi, pu?k dziesi?ty – pomni moi.


O dziesi?tym nic nie wiemy, Wi?c go chwali? nie b?dziemy”.


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“From Lithuania’s forests, fields and cornfields,


This is the 10th Uhlan Regiment who does not obey orders, This is the 10th Regiment of Obuch.


An uhlan of the 10th is riding,


Dogs are howling upon seeing him.


Their horses are drinking water from the Dniepr, 10th Regiment - remember.


We do not know anything about the 10th, So we will not praise it”. ...
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X actually has quite close ancestry with Lithuanian royalty (yes really). Maybe 'Sophia' was one of his great greats? Stranger things can happen I guess.
 
What happens in the 10th, stays in the 10th, huh?


Perhaps I can help you get a further window into what the count was thinking. I do not know anything about Polish history, but I do know quite a bit about what was happening in Russia at the time. I suspect that the count -you- were about much more than saber rattling, blood, and glory.


The children of aristocrats and the bourgeoise, who often were sent off to be educated abroad, found themselves infused with a terrible guilt when they examined serfdom more closely and realized what a horrible system it was. This, in spite of the fact, that they were the beneficiaries of it. Many of them worked tirelessly to bring about the abolishment of serfdom, only to have it backfire. The serfs were freed, but in such a way that only really benefitted the landlords.


So, these young adults, gave up everything they had. Their money, their lands, even their families, because of course, many were disowned, and they set out to remake the world into a better world. More equal. More fair. They spoke about giving women the right to work, to vote, to divorce, etc. The right to be free to move from one place to the next. Freedom from oppression, etc.


I hate the wikipedia type links that pop up on the top when you do a search. They focus, overmuch I think, on the "propagandizing", using that term with its negative spin, and hardly mention why these intelligentsia did what they did. They honestly wanted to make the world a better place. They looked upon their parents generation, who encouraged them in their education usually, with a bit of scorn. Their parents talked about it. And sighed and moaned, but in the end, excepted what was basically a feudal system, even though they knew it was wrong.


The revolutionary generation ACTED. They knew they had lived a rather protected and sheltered life up to this point. Still, they went to live with peasants. They worked 12 hr shifts in the factories. They endured a lot of ridicule when the peasants made fun of these crazy rich kids who have come to learn how to farm. And, of course, many peasants were suspicious of their motives. Such a thing had just never been done before.


No wonder the count was attacked by the very people he was trying to help.


Look for the Norodniki, Land and liberty!, and The People's Will.
 
Thanks Blue Heart. That's pretty cool. I didn't know any of that. As I said above, I can easily imagine 'Sophia' firing me up with ideas like this, even if I didn't think about it much before. It's possible!


Kids eh?
 
Eilean said:
...In MyHeritage there is one Wladyslaw Stroynowski who was born 1840 - and had wife and 3 children, but I have no access to see more details)
I also think there is small possibility to find any track of duel but who knows ..
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??? I wonder....
 
Hi Tanguerra,


Your story is very interesting, I also have past lives in Poland but I don't know when they were, (and current life family also). It's sad to hear what happened to the girl. Poland at that time used to be the most religiously tolerant country in Europe (yeah, it's downhill from there !) and less severe in the Middle Ages too. But there has always been lot of conflict with Russia etc. The Cossacs did pogroms as far as I know.


Your experience of reincarnating as someone who takes the land back makes lot of sense to me. I had my own experiences of being a victim of something (war etc.) in one life, and then having to come back as someone who ends up doing "revenge", even without knowing it at the time. I think lot of it is agreed upon souls before we incarnate.


BTW you might be interested in this Polish song:


All the best,


Demi
 
Thanks Demi.


I have a bit of a theory about 'getting what you wish for' from one life to the next... so it's important to be careful I guess.
 
tanguerra said:
Thanks Demi.
I have a bit of a theory about 'getting what you wish for' from one life to the next... so it's important to be careful I guess.
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If you like to share what you found/experienced, I would love to hear something more about it and possibly comparing notes as I'm having my own findings & looking for some more people's verification...


Demi
 
Demi said:
If you like to share what you found/experienced, I would love to hear something more about it and possibly comparing notes as I'm having my own findings & looking for some more people's verification...
Demi
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I think we get 'what we wish for' from one life to the next. What do you think? Do you have a story to share?


I've written a bit about this elsewhere. Here mostly.. The Blitz


Perhaps it's not very explicit or explanatory... But I have a lot of the things I wished for last time, in my life now. Including X alive and well (mostly). Around is good. Friends is good. Kids. Good. Home. Good. Job. Good. Lucky me. Lucky X. Lucky us.


I think maybe this is how things work (a bit). Karma....Luck. Intention. Fate. Is it all the same thing?
 
Oh that sounds wonderful, that you had your desires fulfilled this life time what you did not get to do last time. In my experience sometimes the soul also chooses challenges to work out in order to perfect itself. I have a feeling that I choose to be very sensitive in this life, to learn to be more sensitive, because I was too uncritical last time... And that's just a part of it. It's all one gigantic web. For example I was persecuted for my religion some other life times... etc.. At the time of death I felt strong resentment for those who invaded my village and killed my parents. And due to some cosmic computer I had to end up in a situation in WW2 where I was sent to guard one of the camps. I did not like it and I was against it, but some of the people who hurt me other times were there and so we had to meet. So being careful is a very good advice.
 
tanguerra said:
Hi all,
..but still it makes you wonder how they could bring themselves to do it! Racism I suppose, has a way of dehumanising people in the eyes of others. .
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It can be a bit offtopic but I suggest to listen to TED talk by Philip Zimbardo as it pretty much answers your question. He practically is describing how easy it is to turn good person bad if they have certain traits, background and etc. For me it was pretty shocking as I think it is for everybody but he gives some good examples and finally is talking also about being a hero. So something positive at the end as well. Just thought I would share.
 
I was practising a regression technique last night. I was having trouble sleeping and it's sometimes a good way to either fall asleep or recover a memory, so either way, you can't lose.


I've wanted to find out more about what happened to the Count. I took myself to the funeral for the husband, since that's about the last place I got up to with any detail. I pictured seeing X, standing on the steps in her black dress, looking folorn. It made my heart ache. I asked myself 'what happened next?' and then I was lying on a rather rough 'cot' bed in the barracks. I could feel the rough, grey blankets, the hard bed beneath. I felt very sorrowful indeed. I may even have wept a little since nobody would see me.


My friends were all off somewhere drinking and carousing as usual, but I wasn't with them. I wondered why I was in the barracks and realised I had been 'confined to barracks' as a punishment for my little 'exploit' and there I was to remain until I was shipped off to where I was going.


I couldn't get any more. I think I fell asleep.
 
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