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Shipwrecks and soldiers

Hello everyone.

Since I was a toddler I've had a fascination with the ocean and shipwrecks. To this day they are my favorite things to draw. This talent came out of nowhere and I think it's because I drew sketches of ships and sharks while sailing in a previous life. I was watching a show about whales earlier and I got that image in my head. I was leaning on the side of the ship with a piece of paper, trying to draw carefully as the wind tries to flip it out of my hand. But that isn't the only memory...

How many of you drew pictures of what you were in a past life? I know a friend who use to draw a civil war soldier and he's very interested in that era. Could be his past life!
 
Hmm, not draw, but often write about gang life from an indeterminate era, usually similiar to the 50's. My love of 50's rock, styles, and cars might suggest a link, but the intensity of emotion suggesting an incarnation involving street gangs would make one during the 50's clash with another possible memory of a very mellow individual who took a desperate (or exploratory) turn to avoid going to Viet Nam in '66.


I don't believe in incarnating into two lives. If I am eventually proven wrong on that, though, it may explain a few things.
 
Very interesting! I have a past life as a sailor on a ship that went down back in the 1700's. I'd love to hear more about your memories of a 'sailing' life time :)


About your other question. I loved drawing celtic inspired "princesses" when I was a child - however, I'll be careful saying it had something to do with a past life although later on I was completely absorbed by anything celtic.


What I find more intriguing is a cartoon I did when I was 10 or 11, which was about a Viking family. At that time I didn't know much about the vikings, but much later it turned out that the names I had given them were actually authentic, something I certainly didn't know back then. Also looking at the cartoon now there is a certain realism, a seriousness that is not normal for a 10 year old. It was about very grown up issues, a lot of sadness because the father had to leave to go sailing. Either I had a very vivid imagination or I was drawing from memory. I haven't yet had any memories that would into that lifetime.


What I find interesting is that as a child I remember at times feeling an urge to draw a specific image I had in my mind, becoming utterly frustrated when The picture I drew didn't live up to my expectations :)
 
sea_of_time said:
How many of you drew pictures of what you were in a past life? I know a friend who use to draw a civil war soldier and he's very interested in that era.
Hi Sea; and welcome to the Forum!


You bring up an interesting topic -- drawing -- because that was right up my alley as a very young fellow. People used to think I was a child prodigy. I drew Spitfires and Messerschmitts, Warriors of all kinds, and even a Civil War battle, which may have only been because we were nearing the Centennial of that period. I never thought much about the warriors and airplanes, because I thought that was what all boys my age were into after WWII. But, the one watercolor that I painted haunted me, and does still. It was of an old and lonely one-room shack at the edge of a small creek, surrounded by a vast empty and peaceful landscape.


Why it entered my imagination is unknown to me. After all, I was a city boy with no experience of such things. Nor, had there been such images among the few magazines that we had around our house. For some reason that painting gave me comfort, and after I returned from the Army, that was where I wanted to be -- anonymous and alone. I never achieved that peace, or found that cabin. But, now that reincarnation has become a possibility, perhaps that cabin did exist somewhere in the distant past.


It may be that the act of drawing and painting draws from something deep in our psyche. And what can be deeper in our psyche than past life memories? Drawing, for me, was a way to isolate myself from other people, and my mistake may have been to do it professionally; because, by doing so, I lost the one form of meditation that allowed me to find what was inside. Instead, I ended up producing only what others demanded of me.


I hope you continued to draw for your own enjoyment, and that you allow yourself to uncover what lies deep within your own psyche.
 
I don't think I ever drew what I "used to be" but when I look back over childhood drawings the girls I drew all had very old-fashioned hairstyles and clothes. For some reason I loved drawing girls with ringlets. (Maybe I thought they were easier to draw than modern hairstyles)


One thing I've always found interesting, though -- I remember doodling stuff in elementary school that I now know is definitely Masonic imagery. And I'm pretty sure I was a Mason or Rosicrucian in a past life.
 
I drew animals of every kind. Sometimes landscapes but only to go with the animals. With one exception....when I was a teenager i had painted what was going to be a background for an animal of some kind but I could never decide what to put in there, so i never finished it. I saved that background painting for years because there was something about it that made it complete to me. It wouldn't have been to anyone else, it was just a grassy field with some trees beyond it, a really common sight around here.....something about that painting was different. It might have been that it was a little blurred, which I did intentionally.


It was just recently that I connected that to a memory of walking through a smoke and dust filled battlefield (after the battle) looking for someones brother. The air was so thick that you couldn't see much until you almost stepped on them or were standing over them. I kept walking towards the treeline were the air was clearer and came across someone I knew, although it wasn't who I was looking for. When I looked up and around to find the people i was with at the time, it was that same scene that I had painted that I saw. There is more to that memory, but it's funny how your subconscious can throw these things out at you. I wasn't thinking of that when i painted that, I thought it was just some random scene to draw something in. Just nothing I could think of at that time would have been right for that picture.
 
i would draw swastikas, SS, people in the camps being put into crematoria. and i was under 5 years old when i was drawing this stuff. if i wasnt drawing Nazi stuff, it'd be helicopters, soldiers in the jungle, Confederate flag design, KKK-ish people (they werent KKK, but they had white hoods), horses, and British redcoat soldiers. for years as a little kid, i was obsessed with drawing George Washington (i was definitely not GW, but he's just my fave President) :/ i still draw sometimes today.


:freak: <---sorry, i just wanted to use that smiley because it's been staring at me, so i had to use it lol
 
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