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Terrain and Climate

I love the forest, meadows and mountains looking for rocks in the woods. And I LOVE hard rain all day long for days on end. (Only on week ends)


Hate driving in it. :freak:


Deserts seem so lonely to me. Bare and dry.


Oceans seem never ending and are nice but after a while I feel like OK ALREADY what is over the sunrise!! It drives me crazy not to see the infinity of it. I grew up going to the beach almost every weekend during summers and often during the school season going fishing and do love the beach. But mountains have always been a big attraction for me. But I feel torn because I could not stand snow day in and day out. A week of it is enough. And then when I think about it I like the flat areas of Texas where I can see for miles and miles.


I do feel that I might have a PL living in the mountains.

GOG
"I hate cities and freeways, LA makes me feel nauseated."
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I feel that way to. I am a country girl at heart. And love that I get to live outside of city limits in a small Texas town. There is a big city near by for those things that small towns just don't have.


Ps


I am a Capricorn
 
Capricorn (Seagoat) is an Earth sign... (Go figure!) This might explain your love of forests, land masses, mountains, rocky places, meadows, mother nature, and "Earthly settings"...
 
For the life of me, I've not been able to differentiate a preference of terrain or climate. I have, however, found a very small number of places in the world that make my blood run cold; and they don't seem to fit any pattern. This is not to say that other folks might not have preferences to terrain or climate because of past life experiences. I would suggest, though, that there are probably more cases of specific geographic locations that have buried past life memories; and that these can be triggered merely by traveling through them. While a person may be quite comfortable in highly populated urban areas, they might happen to travel through a certain area of a city, which causes them some unexplained anxiety. Or, they may be very much at peace in an open area; but could find themselves worrying in a specific valley, mountain, or a certain part of the open ocean.


For many years after returning from Southeast Asia there was great discomfort being anywhere near a heavily wooded area. But, since that time I have become quite comfortable with any kind of terrain despite things that have happened in a variety of terrain and climates during this life. However, upon traveling through certain parts of Westchester County, New York, one finds oneself looking with suspicion behind every tree and stone wall once again. Yet, there is absolutely no such reaction to other areas with the same trees, stone walls and hills. One might explain this behavior only by learning more about the history of the area in question, which I have since done. It seems those same areas of Westchester were quite dangerous during the American War of Independence. Indeed, before learning of this, I have had dreams and visions of being a courier through those same areas.
 
I've always absolutely loved rain and thunderstorms. One of the things I remember best is when I was young and playing outside in the rain, no matter the temperature. My favorite is when the sun bright and it's warm outside but there's a cool wind blowing.


I also love winter. I hate it when it's hot.


I've never felt any fondness for the extreme rural areas, even though I lived in that for many years, or mountains or deserts. I like the ocean, the sea and little bits of countryside like open fields and woods.


I'm a gemini but I'm not sure how that would factor into all that, haha.
 
Nightrain said:
However, upon traveling through certain parts of Westchester County, New York, one finds oneself looking with suspicion behind every tree and stone wall once again. Yet, there is absolutely no such reaction to other areas with the same trees, stone walls and hills. One might explain this behavior only by learning more about the history of the area in question, which I have since done. It seems those same areas of Westchester were quite dangerous during the American War of Independence. Indeed, before learning of this, I have had dreams and visions of being a courier through those same areas.
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A "vibrational recognition of place"...as I read you comments that phrase came into my head. You were a courier in that part of the country during a time of vital conflict, and extremely aware of everything that could harm or delay you in that particular location. As a result you were not only extremely tuned into what you could obtain from your five senses, you were also tuned into those senses we are less consciously aware of (vibrations)...and those perceptions, or recognitions...all of them, have extended well beyond the time in which they were first formed...and probably not solely because the area looks similar to when you were first there.


I honestly do not know where that came from...and while it sounds plausible, I know nothing of what I speak. Maybe someone else does?
 
usetawuz said:
A "vibrational recognition of place"...as I read you comments that phrase came into my head. You were a courier in that part of the country during a time of vital conflict, and extremely aware of everything that could harm or delay you in that particular location. As a result you were not only extremely tuned into what you could obtain from your five senses, you were also tuned into those senses we are less consciously aware of (vibrations)...and those perceptions, or recognitions...all of them, have extended well beyond the time in which they were first formed...and probably not solely because the area looks similar to when you were first there.
I honestly do not know where that came from...and while it sounds plausible, I know nothing of what I speak. Maybe someone else does?
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That makes sense. There is a *feeling* associated with each place. I would like to visit some of the countries I've lived in the past to see if I could still pick up on it ;)


As for me, I like it hot and sunny. Cold weather makes me sluggish and depressed. When its hot outside, I seem to just have more energy.


I tell people that I am part reptile, lol, but I know its because I've spent the majority of my incarnations in hot climates, including this one.


I also prefer the country. Big cities make me nervous, too many people :-/
 
I adore the rain - which is just as well, as living in England we get a fair amount of it!


I couldn't stand to live in a place like California, with its year round sunshine. I do like sunshine, but not in perpetuity! I'd miss the grey mists that roll in off the sea sometimes (I live on the coast), and the feeling of the gentle spatter of rain on my face as I stroll along the beach. I'd miss the fresh scent in the air, and the sight of water droplets pooling on the broad leaves of trees and bushes.


Yesterday it was scorchingly hot here in Brighton, and the beaches were packed with sun-worshippers daubed in factor 12 sun block! Personally, I can't stand laying on the beach soaking up the sun, and much prefer a cooler day, like today. I went for a walk in the rain earlier. I find it very condusive to clear thinking.
 
Year-round sunshine? Are we talking the same California? 'Cuz in the California I live in we have two seasons: wet, and not-wet, also known as green and brown. ;) (jk- I know what you're talking about.)


Seriously, you might feel somewhat relaxed in San Francisco or Santa Cruz in the wintertime. When we were stuck in Santa Cruz, I used to get up early (because I hated living in that motel) and would head to the boardwalk just to look at the place enshrouded in fog.


Speaking of SF, though, one other place I have an affinity for is a major city, a metropolis. It's a love-hate thing. When I'm in one, I feel right at home. I've walked through some tough parts of SF and felt like I owned the place. A friend of mine from Brooklyn refused to believe that I wasn't from just a couple of streets over where she lived, and another friend from Queens out and out told me I was lying when I told him I was from California. He said he knew a fellow New Yorker when he saw one. As for NYC itself, I am torn between longing to go there and wanting to avoid it like the plague.
 
I've spent all of this life so far in Central Texas. I can remember as a little girl wishing that I lived in a place with colder weather & snow. It almost felt like I "missed" it. It does occasionally snow here; but I've always felt drawn to cooler climates with four very distinct seasons than where I am now.


Something relating to weather that I've always felt was from a past life is a fear of lightning & storms-especially just before it storms when it thunders & you can almost feel the electricity in the air. All my life I've had this vivid flashback in my head of riding a horse in this type of weather. I'm trying to get somewhere very fast to tell somebody something important. I keep pushing the horse to go faster & faster. The wind is blowing my long hair & adrenaline is rushing through my body. I don't know what happens but I think I was probably struck by lightning & died. I don't get this flashback every time it storms. It's like the conditions have to be right-certain time of day, right temperature, & usually when I'm in a car watching the scenery fly by.
 
indigosoul said:
I've spent all of this life so far in Central Texas. I can remember as a little girl wishing that I lived in a place with colder weather & snow. It almost felt like I "missed" it.
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This resonates with me. I grew up in Florida, with its moderate to high temps with high humidity, and whenever we visited California and relatives, the climate...dry and warm or wet and cool, always felt more like home, more familiar, comfortable and somehow fitting, than the unending humidity and heat in Florida. As a child I always had the sense that I didn't have to think about weather "there", while I have to make adjustments to it "here"...but what adjustments and reason why I "had to think about it" eludes me. Upon visiting coastal countries along the Med (Spain, France, Italy, Greece) I got the same sense of familiarity and comfort I felt from my childhood.


Naturally I am aware of many memories that took place in those foreign lands, but it was a distinctly powerful hit I received as a child giving strong indications of past lives in more comfortable climates than that in which I was raised.
 
I hate the country. So much so that even when driving through the countryside en route to somewhere else, I get very uncomfortable. I can't put my finger on why exactly, but it just makes me incredibly depressed and I can't get out of there fast enough. I don't know if it's the feeling of isolation I get or something else, but most likely it's a combination of things. I don't like country decor, county music, country-styled clothing, or even country food. I love to read, but I tend to avoid books that take place in the country. I'm not one to attribute every idiosyncrasy of mine to reincarnation, but it certainly seems that such a strong aversion could very likely be rooted in a past life. I've never lived in the country, so I can't think that it come from my experiences in this life.


On the other hand, I love big cities. I love the lights, sounds, architecture, and the energy. Which is strange because I also hate crowds.


And like others have mentioned, I love storms. I don't like dreary, dismal, monotonous rain, drizzle, or downpours. But give me a good, violent thunderstorm anyday. I love the black clouds, wind, lightning, and thunder. I love the way the trees look when they are being blown by wind from a thunderstorm - totally different from the way the look on just a regular windy day.
 
I love environments that are very similar to Alaska, Siberia, Scandinavia, etc. I love snow, but at the same time I hate it. I have mixed feelings. As for terrain, I found the American Southwest, particularly Arizona and Nevada, to be a place I would love to live.


As for what I don't like... I love the Swiss Alps and the Rockies, and the Norwegian mountain ranges, but there's something I absolutely DESPISE about the Appalachians. Don't get me wrong, they're pretty and all, but I still don't like them.


I also am attracted to jungle and tropical rainforest type climates. Particularly the Amazon and the Congo.
 
momof3 said:
I hate the country. So much so that even when driving through the countryside en route to somewhere else, I get very uncomfortable. I can't put my finger on why exactly, but it just makes me incredibly depressed and I can't get out of there fast enough. I don't know if it's the feeling of isolation I get or something else, but most likely it's a combination of things. I don't like country decor, county music, country-styled clothing, or even country food. I love to read, but I tend to avoid books that take place in the country. I'm not one to attribute every idiosyncrasy of mine to reincarnation, but it certainly seems that such a strong aversion could very likely be rooted in a past life. I've never lived in the country, so I can't think that it come from my experiences in this life.
On the other hand, I love big cities. I love the lights, sounds, architecture, and the energy. Which is strange because I also hate crowds.


And like others have mentioned, I love storms. I don't like dreary, dismal, monotonous rain, drizzle, or downpours. But give me a good, violent thunderstorm anyday. I love the black clouds, wind, lightning, and thunder. I love the way the trees look when they are being blown by wind from a thunderstorm - totally different from the way the look on just a regular windy day.
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This may be just because I'm a storm-chaser, but I'm with you on the storms. And though hurricanes cause collossal damage from time to to time, just the effects the hurricane has on the ocean and the trees is really cool.


As for the whole country thing...Hm. Interesting. I live in the Midwest, and I can kind of relate. Maybe it's just because I've lived here so long. But when I drive in the countryside around our town, from time to time I find myself with a deep-seated disgust with the countryside and the town. Once, during the Winter, the snow had melted enough to show the muddy fields, and I spaced out and the next thing I know I'm saying "I want to go home to Norway".
 
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