I would like to hear of experiences regarding *touch* and how when another person touched you - i.e holding hands, shaking hands, a hug, - how that action....resulted in a past life memory.
A friend of mine asked me to tell him if I ever picked up on anything from a past life between us- about two months ago - to share it with him. I said sure.....but never felt or saw anything. Until last night. He reached over to hold my hand -and a flood of memories came in a vision; I watched - as I saw him in the past as an Indian man..with full feathers draped down him back. He was chanting and dancing around the fire with several other men. The whole community was there -and so was I -as another man.. The vision was so clear, the chanting -the language. A new baby was wrapped in a blanket -and I was admiring her. I could hear people talking - in their native tongue. It was - so beautiful.
The next day I got up the nerve to ask him if he ever felt any affiliations for American Indians. - After he went in to detail about YES and how -I told him what I saw. He said when he reached for my hand -he was hoping -that the answer to his question which he asked in silence---"When have I known her before..." would surface. I only wish - I could have pushed a power button and let him see..in full color - and in surround sound..the chant -the dance - the flame of the fire, the baby girl. ssiggghhhh
It was beautiful knowing from the past -and a very good -friendship, based on honor, and spirit.
Anyway - I thought this question might start up some good conversations about - PL experiences that began with a *touch.*
A friend of mine asked me to tell him if I ever picked up on anything from a past life between us- about two months ago - to share it with him. I said sure.....but never felt or saw anything. Until last night. He reached over to hold my hand -and a flood of memories came in a vision; I watched - as I saw him in the past as an Indian man..with full feathers draped down him back. He was chanting and dancing around the fire with several other men. The whole community was there -and so was I -as another man.. The vision was so clear, the chanting -the language. A new baby was wrapped in a blanket -and I was admiring her. I could hear people talking - in their native tongue. It was - so beautiful.
The next day I got up the nerve to ask him if he ever felt any affiliations for American Indians. - After he went in to detail about YES and how -I told him what I saw. He said when he reached for my hand -he was hoping -that the answer to his question which he asked in silence---"When have I known her before..." would surface. I only wish - I could have pushed a power button and let him see..in full color - and in surround sound..the chant -the dance - the flame of the fire, the baby girl. ssiggghhhh
It was beautiful knowing from the past -and a very good -friendship, based on honor, and spirit.
Anyway - I thought this question might start up some good conversations about - PL experiences that began with a *touch.*