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Shiftkitty

Shiftkitty

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I was drifting into a nap when an ugly scene unfolded in my mind. I sincerely hope this wasn't me!

A man, not particularly tall, dirty brown short-chopped hair, very scruffy looking, he's sweating, breathing hard, and looks like he's been through a battle. Around him are the smoldering and/or burning remains of a village. I think he's a Viking. He's got an axe in his hand and he's walking like he's got a purpose. He looks angry or else still amped up from the fight. There is moaning and crying going on. As he walks past things, he kicks them over or just kicks at them. Yeah, I definitely think he's still amped. He's wearing a dull green woven shirt. Pants (or leggings) are some kind of leather. It's kind of cold and the ground is muddy.

What disturbs me most about this is a flash of a scene where he kicks over a basket and there's a toddler hiding under it. There is no mother around. The toddler starts to cry. He raises his axe and I know his thoughts: "Leave no one to come seeking revenge later."

I forced myself awake at this point. I didn't want to see the end of that scene. I know I am not accountable for what I may have done in that life, but that did nothing to lessen the shock.

The scene was pretty vivid, even for me. I can probably recall so much more than I described here. I didn't see anything that specifically would have said that I was a Viking. I could have been from any number of cultures. Are there any details I should see if I can recall to help identify what culture?
 
You might have been the child, or another observer. I hope this isn't inappropriate for me to say, but I think you are very psychically sensitive. You could be channeling anything. If you feel for sure that the Viking was you, we have all probably done hideous things in early incarnations. We are products of the mores and culture of the times we live in. Could you pick up on a language, or any companions? Can you describe the child? Blond or dark? If you can, look around the village to see if there is a church.
 
I saw it from outside the person, like a camera moving along with him from in front and just off to the right. I felt no connection to the child, though I am reminded at the moment of my penchant for finding hiding places and feeling the desperate need to stay quiet. He (I sense it was a boy) might have grown up to come seeking vengeance, so he had to be dealt with. I have no idea what the Viking preference was for dealing with survivors of their raids, death, slavery, or what have you. What I feel about this place was that nobody was to be left alive for any purpose whatsoever.


As for the place, it was definitely a village. It would have been pretty defenseless had it been on its own. The village hadn't been a target per se, it was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and for some reason we were hitting the region with a pretty high degree of ruthlessness. Somebody must have been alerted to us, though, because it wasn't a cakewalk. These farmers should have been easy meat for the dogs, but we had to cut through an armed defense, some kind of soldiers. I actually felt angry that they had dared to try to resist.


The buildings were small and simple affairs, ranging from hide huts to a couple of mud and wattle structures. Not a very big settlement, and certainly not a very wealthy one. If there was any pillaging, it was strictly food and drink. These people had nothing and we left them with even less.


What's truly frustrating about trying to dial this one in is that if I meditate deeply enough, I can almost hear distinct voices and words.


I feel this one must have come up for a reason. That's two days in a row that I have had intense images crop up. (The other was the one about house arrest during the American Revolution.) I'm about to hit the sack right now. I wonder if something more will show up?
 
It sounds like the Vikings on one of their raids on the British Isles. Eventually, some of them stayed, married British women, and became part of the community. If I have a memory of someone I would never want to be, in a situation I would utterly reject, I feel that it is really me. It's the glamorous lives I find suspicious. I know somebody had to be Cleopatra, but I doubt it was me! I could "see" the memory you described of the Revolution, It was so vivid, and so well written. I was literally in the room with you - could "see" you standing there! You may be on the verge of figuring out something "big". I think it's very exciting. Please keep us posted.
 
Will do. I'm sporadically working on a sketch of the guy from the Revolution. I'm not so sure I could do a sketch of the raider, though. The look in his eyes was one of unbridled savagery. And the amount of hatred it would take to kill a child, or anyone who is no threat, is something massively alien to my current life's mindset.
 
He may have been a berserker. When the battle madness was on them, they could do horrific things. It may not have been hatred directed at the child. He was just "there".
 
I thought they got that name from wearing bearskins? I know there was little thought about the child save that he could grow up and come seeking revenge. No weighing of whether or not he actually would, whether he could be taken and raised in our culture, just a total shutting off of emotion. The child was one of "them", and "they" were to be eliminated.
 
Some say they went into battle naked, and could not be touched by sword or spear. They were followers of Odin, and used halucinogenic drugs to augment their anger, and the battle fury. Probably, "naked" is a mistranslation of a word meaning "without chain mail". I have no idea what they were like when the battle was winding down. For a peaceful little woman, I adore reading about battles. Not the gun kind, the " tearing the enemy apart with your bare hands in fair combat" sort. I would hazard a guess that you were a normal Norse fighting man, perhaps toward the end of the raiding period. Hence, not allowing anyone to live who might come to your new settlement, and exact revenge. I'm an Aries, also born in a Tiger year. I have a warrior's heart. : angel Sorry.
 
You mention leggings, those were very common with the vikings... Could you describe them in a little more detail? You noted leather, they were usually cloth or wool though. It could help date your period.As well as your tunic style, what you remember - did it look anything like these? (these costumes are 11th century Viking style)

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The tunic was almost exactly like the one on the right, only it was a dull green. The leggings I feel were leather or a leather-like material. They were a thick, heavy material, just flexible enough to allow me to move comfortably and quickly. (Hmm, did they have anything like chaps?)


BriarRose You asked what the child looked like. He was very fair skinned with rosy cheeks, what they used to call a "blood and milk" complexion. His hair was a light brown and his eyes were blue. He was wearing thick wool clothing, a dark but dull red with no pattern. He's drawn his hands up in a weak defense. Of course he doesn't want to die, but he sees it coming.
 
Shiftkitty said:
BriarRose You asked what the child looked like. He was very fair skinned with rosy cheeks, what they used to call a "blood and milk" complexion. His hair was a light brown and his eyes were blue. He was wearing thick wool clothing, a dark but dull red with no pattern. He's drawn his hands up in a weak defense. Of course he doesn't want to die, but he sees it coming.
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Is the boy anyone you know now or have known in other lifetimes?
 
Shiftkitty said:
The tunic was almost exactly like the one on the right, only it was a dull green. The leggings I feel were leather or a leather-like material. They were a thick, heavy material, just flexible enough to allow me to move comfortably and quickly. (Hmm, did they have anything like chaps?)
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I figured those tunics would match. ;) I would place you somewhere around 1050 or earlier. As for the leggings, they may have had leather, I'm not an expert. The next question I would ask is did they come up higher then the knee?
 
Around 1050 was what I thought. Soon after that date,1066, William the Conqueror changed the historical paradigm. The little boy's appearance sounds like someone from the British Isles, especially the complexion and blue eyes. It's amazing how vivid these mental pictures can be, and how much we can remember from them. Have you had any inkling of your name, Shiftkitty?
 
argonne1918- No clue about the boy. I sense he was and still is an absolute stranger.


Lady2- As I think of the sensation of the heavy material, they come up at least to the upper thigh. I guess that's why I first said 'pants' in my original post and mentioned leggings as a possibility.


BriarRose- I tried to see what I could feel about a name. What I can get is a single syllable ending with a "d". It reminds me vaguely of the word "thud", which is kind of appropriate for someone whose life seems to have been centered around hitting things.
 
I found "Thord" and "Trud" on a web-site with old Norse names. The difficulty is finding out how they were pronounced.
 
I found this:

If you speak Icelandic, use that pronunciation. But just in case you don’t… The final ‘r’ of a name is not pronounced unless it follows a vowel (and is optional then). Stress is on the first syllable. In Norse, the /j/ is pronounced /y/, so /hj/ is like the start of ‘hew’. The /f/ changes to a /v/ sound if between vowels or ending a name. Any double consonants between vowels are pronounced separately (as in ‘bookkeeper’), as are the letters in /ng/ and /nk/ (as in ‘single’ and ‘ankle’). The /æ/ (the ae ligature) rhymes with ‘eye’, and the /ai/ rhymes with ‘way’. The /i/, /o/, and /u/ rhyme with ‘free’, ‘rope’, and ‘moon’ respectively: the vowels are longer when they have acute accents (í, ó, ú). The /á/ sounds like ‘ow’, the /é/ sounds like ‘yeah’. The /ö/ and /ø/ sound like /oeh/, and /aa/ and /ey/ sound like /eoh/. The distinctions between hard and soft /th/ (thorn and eth) are not shown, but as a rule, the /th/ starting a name or the element 'thor’ is the hard /th/ of ‘thick’, and others are the soft /th/ of ‘then’. (The final ‘th’ later became a ‘d’, so Astrithr became Astrid, and so on.)
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Both of those names sound very familiar!
 
I looked for the axe. I don't know if it helps any, but apparently it's called a "bearded axe". It wasn't decorated being just a plain head on a dark (or dirty) wooden handle.


As for leather pants/leggings, I read that circa 1000 AD only the wealthy could afford leather clothing articles, and I don't think I was wealthy. However, some fancier clothing articles (such as leather leggings) were taken in battle. The pants/leggings I had were definitely rough-looking.
 
Are you ever able to progress what you are observing in time? I've read accounts of hyno-therapists helping patients do that, but never can do it myself. It would be interesting to know where you went afterward. You have "pulled" me into your story, ShiftKitty. I'm envisioning killing a man in battle, and putting on his pants!
 
LOL! Well, leather would be a bit more protective than wool, eh? I'm almost afraid to go past where I ended it. I think I'd have to pick up at raising the axe and watch as he splits this innocent kid's skull.


The more I think about berzerkers, I'm thinking you may be onto something. I tried to explore this guy's mind through meditation and I got the idea that outside of battle he was just an ordinary man. He didn't necessarily "live for the kill" and was quite capable of acts of kindness to his own people. I don't sense that he had any kids of his own at that point, at least that he knew of. Once battle is engaged, imagine the Tasmanian Devil from Bugs Bunny!


I kind of had that rep in high school. Most of the time I was just your typical teenager, out for a good time and having fun with my friends. When my buttons got pushed, there was no middle ground. Some bully would mess with one of my friends and I would "go all werewolf" according to everyone else. (Tough school, I got into a lot of fights. :( ) After whatever was dealt with, I was back to being all jokes and laughter like nothing had happened. (Of course, I knew something had happened, but once the fight is over, no point continuing it, is there?) Even my own mother used to tell her friends that I had "all the tact of a Viking on a bender"! My own mother! :laugh:
 
OMG, Shiftkitty. He probably wasn't an evil man in real life. I understand that the amount of adrenalin that kicks in during a battle can amount to an altered state, even if alchohol or drugs aren't used to enhance it. The "were-wolf" state you experienced as a teen-ager is evocative. Maybe traces of whatever we were remain.
 
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Even my own mother used to tell her friends that I had "all the tact of a Viking on a bender"! My own mother! :laugh:
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Maybe your mother knew your past life history on a subconscious level?
 
Argonne, that was very astute. It gave me "goosebumps." It implies that Shifykitty's mother has long knowledge of her "core self." Any thoughts, Shiftkitty?
 
Wow, that was a zinger! Eek! Now that you mention it, when it was obvious that I wasn't a "pink princess dresses and baby dolls" type of little girl, she would always call me things like "Warrior Girl", "Brunhilde", and things like that. I've always been fascinated by finds like the Sutton Hoo treasure, the recovery of the old longships, and when I was older, the first time we went to a museum and I got to see a genuine Norse sword, I was glued to it!


Maybe she did sense something. Is it common for mothers to sense PLs in their own children? After all, they spent nine months carrying the soul in its forming vessel.


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And to answer another question, I took a little time at work to meditate and see what happened after the death of the child. "Trud" (for that's the sound that resonates, though I hear it more as "Thrud") moved on, not giving the child a second thought. The battle seemed to have been pretty much over. Some villagers were still being beheaded (and what a messy affair that was...) or otherwise executed. Trud grabbed a second axe, similar to his own, off of the ground and started hacking away at the remains of a support for one of the ruined structures. It seems like he was "winding down", burning off the last of his rage for the time being.


Honestly, I wanted to talk to him. I doubt it would have gone well, though. My first thought was "Trud, Mighty Slayer of Toothless Infants". (I know, the kid was older than that, but a little exaggeration in sarcasm never fails to sting...) "Oh, what a glorious kill, a cowering child..." and such. But I only got to watch as he wound down hacking at that support until his energy ebbed, his rage subsided, and his sporadic roaring and grunting stopped. Then he sat down and took a breather.


That part I related to. I have been so amped up from things like lazer tag that I've had to take a few moments of wind-down time that seems as frenetic as the original activity itself!
 
Oh, Shiftkitty, It wasn't meant as a zinger. I thought I put in an OMG, not an eek! I only zing people who are mean to me. I have found this thread very entertaining. I don't think it gets better than this on the forum - watching someone's memory unfold, and other people trying to help them unravel it. We can't be held responsible for heinous acts we committed 1,000 years ago! You may be surprised to know, I'm not, in some ways, a "girlie" girl myself.If I was, I wouldn't watch the Military Channel, and love watching battle scenes so much. I hope we get more of the adventures of "Thrud".
 
Ah! We have different definitions of "zinger"! For me it usually means "Now that's something that made me think!"


Ah, Thrud! Terror of Small British Children! I shouldn't make light of that, I know. They just ran an advertisement on the television as I was writing this for a series about Vikings. LOL, all I can think is "they look too pretty!" Thrud's teeth were not exactly a pearly white picket fence. During the initial vision he was breathing hard and his mouth would open from time to time. They weren't too snarly, but they could have used some better attention (discolored, a couple probably missing).


Something I found funny is that, like most people, when you say "Viking" I picture this hulking, blonde, knuckle-dragging bearded mass of muscle. Thrud is not particularly big. He's actually probably a little shorter than average (not noticeably so unless standing next to someone else), and his hair is brown. He's got some facial scruff going on.


I'm definitely going to meditate more on him. He is becoming fascinating to me!
 
Shiftkitty said:
I've always been fascinated by finds like the Sutton Hoo treasure, the recovery of the old longships, and when I was older, the first time we went to a museum and I got to see a genuine Norse sword, I was glued to it!
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I can relate! My mother's nickname for me is 'She-Warrior'..... Seriously, these things are clues to past life carry overs too. :laugh:
 
Hi, I'm new here but I felt like I had to post since I am Swedish and might be able to help with the pronouncing.


Someone mentioned the name Thord, It's pronounced like the english word "bored" but with a "T" instead of a "B." I hope that made sense.


Thrud (meaning strength) is Thor's daughter in the Norse Mythology. The swedish spelling of the names are Tor and Trud. Trud sounds about the same as "true" but with a soft "d" at the end.
 
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