Traits I was apparently born with, since nothing in this life can account for them ...
I prefer clothing which covers, as opposed to reveals. I like collars which cover the neck, like tall lace Victoria collars, or simply turtlenecks. Clothing which is tailored and form-fitting is held to be more flattering in my opinion than anything loose and flowing. As I have been told that I keep walls around myself, my clothing of choice may be a representation of this. I don't like clothes that make me too "accessible", if you know what I mean.
I like military uniforms, the old classy stuff with feathers and fringe, not modern fatigues. Shining black books clacking against the cobblestone in unison. Leather drums (lots of them) beating out a pulse, makes my heart soar.
In fact, anything really, where lots of people are doing the same thing in unison, is highly magnetic to me. Individuals acting together as a unit to create something larger than themselves, is almost a religious event in my mind. When I first saw "Riverdance" and the dozens of dancers were stamping in unison, and those big leathern drums were beating out a thunderous heartbeat in the background, why I nearly collapsed in tears - it made me so happy.
I have a great kinship toward Ireland and England. I long for the "old ways" of medicine and magic, and get angry when close-minded people scoff at astrology and ancient healing techniques without knowing the first thing about them. Like the words in that song by Sting - I have lost my faith in science and progress.
I prefer doors within the house to be open, and I don't like not knowing what lays behind them. I have a fear of large noisy crowds or mobs, and find I cannot attend big sporting events when people around me are behaving like madmen. Perhaps a past-life death at the hands of a witch-hunt mob is to blame for this feeling. I remember a need to hide from some malevolent force.
I have a fear of pregnancy, and since I was child had absolutely no desire to be a "mommy" even in play. I liked the grown-up dolls (Barbie, etc.) better than the baby dolls, when these were given to me as gifts. Much preferable were puzzles and books.
As mentioned by others here, I felt like I should be able to sit at the piano and play beautifully. Likewise, I should be able to create pleasing images of art. The desire is there, but the talent appears to be lacking this time around.
I have always had good penmanship, perhaps from a previous scribe career. It has always seemed appropriate to write clearly since others may have to read it someday. Besides, there is a right and wrong way to make letters, why not do it the right way? My first exposure to Egyptian Heiroglyphs was an old copy of National Geographic someone had loaned to my family, when I was about four. I remember being mesmerised by the pictograms and "pretending" I could read them, which highly amused my parents.
A few years ago I saw a painting of a young lady, and my mother who was with me at the time, said "She looks like you." And indeed she did. I could not take my eyes off the painting - the face, the pose, even the dress were incredibly (albiet distantly) familiar. I know full well who the young lady was - the portrait was labelled - but I would choose to not disclose that here. (I do not wish to be categorized as one of those past life believers who claim to have been celebrities.) Suffice it to say, she was an aristocrat by birth, a woman of wealth but hardly one of leisure. She would have had servants, and at the same time her role would have been one of inescapable service, of sorts. In this life, I struggle with service. There are aspects of it I adore, and others which I cannot bear. I suspect Karma is giving me the opportunity to view the slipper on the other foot.
I have enjoyed reading the previous posts in this thread. I hope I have not bored you with mine.
Kathleen
