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I have recently been exploring a life in Wales -- and last night I had a huge trigger while watching the destruction of a village in a movie. It confirmed previous memories I'd already had, and written about to my friends. I was fairly shaken by the images I received -- and the depth of fear and panic behind the memory was palpable. So much so, that I could not watch the rest of the movie. :rolleyes:

I am curious -- has anyone else recognized specific triggers that have brought on past life memories?
 
Hi Ailish - does the name 'Aberfan' signify anything?

I recall this tragedy as a child - I too was at primary school when this happened.

Michal
 
Hiya Michal,

No, I'm sorry. I can't say that "Aberfan" rings any bells with me. This lifetime was in approximately the year 800.

Ailish :)
 
Trigger I didn't realize was a trigger for years! (long..sorry!)

When I was about 19 or 20 I took a group of dancers to Virginia Beach for a competition. On the way back home we stopped in Washington, D.C. As I stood by the Washington Monument and looked across that little square lake thingie (what DO they call that, anyway?) at the Lincoln Memorial, I had the most haunting sense of deja vu I'd ever experienced. I'm not talking that little "Whoa!" you sometimes feel.....I'm talking about actually being rocked by a certainty you've been somewhere you KNOW you've never been. I had the most disturbing feeling that I'd spent a LOT of time gazing at quite a similar scene (obelisks, lake, columed building) out of a window or through a doorway, and yet it wasn't QUITE the same scene. I asked my mom when I got home if I had been there perhaps as a child and forgotten. I hadn't, of course.

My whole life I've been just hugely interested in Greek mythology. My favorite stories were The Iliad and The Odyssey. I chose the name Circe for that reason. It would seem likely that eventually my interest would expand to include Roman mythology, as the two are so similar, as well as because I'm Italian. Oddly enough, it was Egyptian mythology and history that captured my attention a few years ago and took over to the point where it was almost an obsession.

Two other things also came into play as I learned more. All my life I've automatically looked for the constellation Orion when winter came. It always made me smile, and each year I felt regret when it dipped back over the horizon in April. Second, I've always had an aversion to birds. I simply don't like them. We were fishing several years ago and my husband pointed out a blue heron wading at the edge of the water. It absolutely took my breath away. It was just the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I spent a few minutes wondering why in the world I was so taken by this heron.

Around the age of 30 (years after my deja vu experience in D.C.) I was looking at pictures of Egypt. This was at a time when I was interested much more in the mythology of the ancient Egyptians than the history, and very shortly before the point where it became an obsession. I looked up Philae, which is absolutely beautiful, and Giza, with the familiar pyramids that everyone has seen in photos or movies or books at some point in their lives. I then looked up the temple of Karnak at Luxor, the present day site of the ancient religious capital of Thebes. I had never before seen pictures of Karnak, and the sight of the obelisks, and the sacred lake, and the coulmned temples just about knocked me off my chair. I scrambled to look through old photos to find my pictures of D.C., because at THAT moment, all I could think was: THIS is what I was remembering all those years ago.

At that point, nothing on god's green Earth could convince me that I had never been to Karnak. In fact, I was immediately and completely certain I'd spent a LOT of time there.

During the research and studying that followed, I came across a story about the connection between the constellation Orion and the Egyptian story of Osiris. Also, I stumbled across the Egyptian myth regarding the phoenix which was portrayed as...wonder of wonders...the heron.
 
Ailish,

Thank you so much for the welcome and the wonderful links...fascinating reading!

I have no idea for certain who I might have been, although my gut tells me I was female, lived in or near Thebes and spent perhaps a lot of time at Karnak. If I had to guess, I'd guess it was between the 19th dynasty.

From what I know, the general public was only allowed in temples during certain times (festivals, etc) and even then only in the outer courtyards. This leads me to believe maybe I was in a servant capacity, perhaps a dancer (drawing on current abilities) or I suppose even a priestess of some sort. These are based only on what I know of ancient Egypt from reading, not from any real "memories".

-circe
 
In a recent drive to Calif and back I was reminded of different historical triggers. The most obvious were all the route 66 signs. (an old cross country highway here in the US replaced by the interstate highway system.) That got me thinking about all the historical markers you find scattered all over the US, which can't be missed when you travel local highways and not the interstate.

I saw a show on the history channel last night about a Christian community that was in Turkey at around 300-500AD who lived in a cave system that they dug into rock made by volcanic ash. They went down 6 or more stories and had inter connections through out. The purpose for the whole thing was to hide from the moslum's and the Roman's I think. I was pretty tired after doing 12 hours of driving so my memory is not the greatest on the details.

The point is though that there are a lot of things in the media or the world around us if we are willing to break away from our normal routine.

Jack
 
I don't know if you can call this a trigger, but as Jack was talking about Turkey I thought I'd mention this anyway.

There is a Turkish group performing in Helsinki now - they are "whirling dervishes" doing a spiritual dance that has to do with Sufi Muslim religion and can be traced back to Ottoman empire in the 13th century. Looking at pictures of them has made me feel very strongly - in a way that tells me this tradition is familiar to me from some other life. But I haven't had any clear visions or memories.

Karoliina
 
Triggered by conflict

Hi Deborah & everyone,
I was pleased to be reminded about these opportunities to discuss reincarnational triggers by the link I was sent from the forum the other day. I have been struggling for the past few days with the fallout from an event of conflict with a fellow employee, and have experienced that sense of 'coming to rest' over it as described in recent discussion concerning the boy in the English television program.

I have remembered many deaths related to war during insight meditation, and I believe I am healthier as a result. I have remembered teaching sword fighting in China long ago, and no doubt have killed many people. But I have never, until this last week, connected with the feeling that all possibilities are open in confronting another person, including murder and mayhem !! The feeling was just flat awareness and willingness to engage with him, at that moment. Fortunately, he became submissive in posture, and dismissive in speech. It was only later that I realised the full significance of the interaction. It obsessively occupied my mind for several days until I awoke after hours of sleep still thinking of it, and requested from my deep self a clear explanation of the background.

Images of hot pursuit on horseback, unrelenting confrontation with no quarter given or taken, and unrestrained antagonism came quickly through my mind, with the clear recognition of the feeling of being 100% prepared to kill or be killed !! I got nothing beyond that, so I don't know the result at that time, but to feel clearly enough that the present conflict has its roots long ago, maybe 300 years, has been enough to allow my relaxation away from continued alienation from that person. We have not spoken since, but at least I can consider the possiblity of being civil again! Interestingly, this incident is just the latest of several over 18 months since I started that job. I have previously attributed the conflict to his stress, but actually it is my reaction that is the issue. I hope I can be calmer from now on. Curiously, not one single person of the few who observed my retaliatory response has said anything at all to me. Aren't males strange?

Here's to peace! :thumbsup:
 
Hi Deborah and all

Some years ago when I was walking my dog I saw that someone had cut a big ring around the stem of a young tree. I knew when you do that then the tree will slowly die. A terrible rage came into my heart and all I wanted to do is to curse the person(s) who had done this, I really really wished them bad luck in their lives. It was an incredibly powerful feeling and I thought about writing the curse down on paper and pinning it to the tree. I didn't do it in the end. This powerful feeling felt totally focussed and directed towards this person and I was quite shocked by it.

A similar trigger happened when I found a dead hedgehog under a burnt newspaper. I still remember the sickly smell of the half burnt hedgehog. How it must have suffered, it had curled up to protect itself. The rage I felt was incredible and again I wanted to curse the killer. This time I wrote the curse down (in a milder form) and left it nearby, can't remember what I wrote but it wasn't nice. I have worked in animal rescue and seen some very bad things but I never felt a rage like that before.

I can't cope with gregorian chants either, nor going into old churches. I went to St David's cathedral in Wales three times and tried three times to stay in there. Absolutely no way! The first time I found a book in there called 'The witch that switched', some gregorian chant was playing. It was about an 'evil' white witch who finally came to her senses and became a Christian. Reading this and hearing the gregorian chant was too much and I ran out feeling sick to my stomach.

I have also always been scared of fire. I never dared to light a match until I was about 15 years old and although I like the smell of the open fire in our house, I hate the smell of burning outside and feel compelled to investigate where it comes from.

So far I haven't dared to look into all this more deeply, maybe one day I will feel brave enough.

Michaela

This thread is continued here: Memory Triggers
 
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