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Poland

BTW. I was going to add, the reason I thought about this was possibly a bit interesting. There's a bit going on in my life at the moment - various friends are ill, NB's father died... When I feel a bit anxious I sort of go into a 'mode' where I feel I have to get all 'organised' and straighten things out. It makes me feel better.


The other evening I was tidying up and putting things away. I was hanging up some clothes, and I had a little flashback of the military way of making sure everything was tidy and neat. A cavalry officer would not dream of throwing his clothes/uniform on the floor any old how, even though an aristocrat might do that, expecting that servants would pick up after him.


Sometimes in moments of mindless abstraction our minds go to what feels safe and secure I suppose.
 
What happens in the 10th' date=' stays in the 10th, huh? [i'][heh heh heh. T][/i]
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.
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This would make perfect sense with this little 'flashback' about feeling stressed, worried about X (as usual) and with good reason as it turned out... not for the first time. I was carefully folding and hanging my work clothes for the next day for an early start and thinking about carefully folding and hanging my cavalry officer's uniform, rather than tossing it on the floor for someone else to sort out as an 'aristocrat' might do. A moment of random distraction really.


It's funny how these little 'de ja vu' moments can actually be a very big clue. Even the most seemingly mundane moments, which is often when we do our best 'thinking' by the way, can be so significant, we may not even notice it ourselves at the time.
 
This belongs here. From My friend X 30 September 2015:


http://www.reincarnationforum.com/fo...914#post132914


"I was at X's flat the other day with X's brother and a friend, doing the dishes and tidying up. I noted he had taped silver cellophane wrapping paper over the windows, in [very neat] rectangles, with silver duct tape. His eyes used to bother him a lot due to his illness and he didn't like too much light coming in the windows, so this was his way of keeping out the glare.


In the Poland thread, there is a bit where I talk about walking into a room with the large windows draped in curtains, signifying mourning...

I noticed more details - the hangings on the windows of some 'gauzy' fabric may have been crepe de chine, which darkened the room without blacking it out. I noticed these curtains had folds in them, as though they'd been stored in a box and recently pulled out and hung up ... I had the impression that all this mourning stuff had only recently been hastily unpacked and put up perhaps just that morning (hence the creases in the curtains).
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The synchronicity struck me later when I got home. The same room where we'd had so much fun before, with the windows covered, as though in mourning, with fine translucent material, the rectangular pattern. Strange the coincidences that occur. "
 
So, I found this movie on the internet tonight. I googled the song 'Hej sokolj' (Hey! Falcons!) feeling a bit sentimental (as you do) - it happens.


This movie is all around the time of the C(alphabetski)i uprising. The time when the poor little girl in the original post was killed.


It confirms everything I said about 'Cossacks' being drunken, bad smelling people, prone to random acts of violence, as well as the very complicated local politics of the time. 'Soldiers' may or may not have been wearing uniform. Who knew what side people were on? But, it was all about land. Just like I said. It was bad. It gave me de ja vu to see a few scenes, even though this is a fairly silly movie - some of it rings true all the same. The general 'vibe' is right. They've done quite a good job with the costumes and things.


Just as I said the whole "winged hussars" business was highly impractical.


So.... I already knew, but now I know for sure that this is a 100% bona fide past life memory. All this is much more than I could possibly imagine myself.


I had not the least idea, and dare I say, less interest, in Polish/Ukraine/Russian/Tartar history before I had all these 'recollections'. I'm from Australia for goodness sake.


But still ... This stuff... it gets me.


Reincarnation happens.
 
This belongs here too. I will get round to explaining all this in due course I hope.

There are still some of X's things in the spare room that we're all not sure what to do with. There's a brown, faux fur, blanket that he bought when he was staying with me years ago, against the winter chills. (X always hated the cold with a passion.) Even though it's very warm here right now, I thought to myself, I might borrow that tonight. Well, why on Earth not?
Wrapped up in the blanket (after I'd had another little cry) a thought came to me about being wrapped in a relatively thin blanket, freezing cold in Siberia, after the Polish escapade. The thought was 'well, at least she's safe'.


The rest of the thought involved me shielding her from getting into trouble about her 'revolutionary tendencies'. It was very quick, but somehow I had been able to protect her from the Russians... I might write more about those kind of details in the Poland thread. But I felt good. It was a kind of relief that my oath was still strong... something like that. Even though I was in Siberia freezing, she was OK. She was safe and warm.
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