deChelca
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Hi everyone! Thank you for being here, it's important!
Firstly, my user name is 'deChelca'. It's an Old English and original version of my family name. It's proven as being about 900 years old, with anecdotal evidence of it being around before the Norman invasion of England in the year 1066. But that has nothing to do with my past lives.
This year I've become very spiritual - not religious, because certainly there is a difference - and I've discovered (or uncovered, if you like) certain things about myself.
As long as I can remember (I'm 42) I've had a fascination with large sailing ships, schooners, of the old days. And as long as I've been alive I've been afraid (scared to death) of rivers, lakes, and the like, but not quite so much with the ocean. I remember a painting at my grandfather's of a schooner on the ocean, and I'd pass hours staring at and daydreaming about that thing. Which was odd, because I was afraid of water.
Sometime as a child, perhaps a young adult, I heard the name Jackson, and I was struck. I thought and daydreamed about that name for weeks.
My parents are, and were, pretty conservative, and I absolutely was, too (they actually had me tested as a child for what they called in those days 'retardation'). I barely spoke until I was about 4.
Quiet and conservative to a worrying fault, yet I loved sirens, police and fire engine lights, and fireworks! Bang! BOOM! and the flashes and colours! And guns. I've always loved guns and shooting. Nobody in my whole family had guns, my parents certainly did not, yet I had magazines, videos, everything but a gun, because my parents wouldn't allow it. And I've always been fascinated by the military (but couldn't enter - medical).
I also had a very rough time emotionally from age 19 to about 28, and used to worry terribly if I would live to see 27, which, as it turned out, I did.
These last years I've become very comfortable with middle-management. I'm very good at that level, and do not wish to revisit a senior management position.
This year I was researching some thing or another, and I came across a painting of Nelson's death at the Battle of Trafalgar. I dug a little deeper, and then a lot deeper. And I found a Private John Jackson, 24, Royal Marines. I also found a Sergeant John Jackson. Both died in the battle of Trafalgar, amongst the rifle and cannon fire, and the chaos and terror that is a 19th century sea battle.
I died a Marine, defending my ship, during a battle, and by drowning I have no doubt.
I'm coming to believe I've lived before that, perhaps as a Viking, and maybe as an ancient Egyptian, but those are unclear to me. Many things do match up that are out of character for me, and hold an almost unhealthy fascination. I'll see where the Universe takes me...
Firstly, my user name is 'deChelca'. It's an Old English and original version of my family name. It's proven as being about 900 years old, with anecdotal evidence of it being around before the Norman invasion of England in the year 1066. But that has nothing to do with my past lives.
This year I've become very spiritual - not religious, because certainly there is a difference - and I've discovered (or uncovered, if you like) certain things about myself.
As long as I can remember (I'm 42) I've had a fascination with large sailing ships, schooners, of the old days. And as long as I've been alive I've been afraid (scared to death) of rivers, lakes, and the like, but not quite so much with the ocean. I remember a painting at my grandfather's of a schooner on the ocean, and I'd pass hours staring at and daydreaming about that thing. Which was odd, because I was afraid of water.
Sometime as a child, perhaps a young adult, I heard the name Jackson, and I was struck. I thought and daydreamed about that name for weeks.
My parents are, and were, pretty conservative, and I absolutely was, too (they actually had me tested as a child for what they called in those days 'retardation'). I barely spoke until I was about 4.
Quiet and conservative to a worrying fault, yet I loved sirens, police and fire engine lights, and fireworks! Bang! BOOM! and the flashes and colours! And guns. I've always loved guns and shooting. Nobody in my whole family had guns, my parents certainly did not, yet I had magazines, videos, everything but a gun, because my parents wouldn't allow it. And I've always been fascinated by the military (but couldn't enter - medical).
I also had a very rough time emotionally from age 19 to about 28, and used to worry terribly if I would live to see 27, which, as it turned out, I did.
These last years I've become very comfortable with middle-management. I'm very good at that level, and do not wish to revisit a senior management position.
This year I was researching some thing or another, and I came across a painting of Nelson's death at the Battle of Trafalgar. I dug a little deeper, and then a lot deeper. And I found a Private John Jackson, 24, Royal Marines. I also found a Sergeant John Jackson. Both died in the battle of Trafalgar, amongst the rifle and cannon fire, and the chaos and terror that is a 19th century sea battle.
I died a Marine, defending my ship, during a battle, and by drowning I have no doubt.
I'm coming to believe I've lived before that, perhaps as a Viking, and maybe as an ancient Egyptian, but those are unclear to me. Many things do match up that are out of character for me, and hold an almost unhealthy fascination. I'll see where the Universe takes me...
