kemetic18
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I was wondering, how many people here recall a past life in China? If so, please share.
I recall a Chinese past life that was very pleasant. It feels like it was a very long time ago maybe in the 1200s or 1300s, but since I know very little about Chinese history, fashion, etc, its hard to tell.
I remember being a woman with my feet bound. I don't remember anything big or spectacular about this life - just little ordinary things. Walking in a beautiful garden, cooking, and doors...these huge tall red doors which seemed like maybe a temple of some kind. They seemed enourmously tall with soliders or guards pulling them open by tugging on ropes. I think whenever I saw them in that lifetime I must have been a child and that's why they seemed so huge.
I was married, but had been arranged and my impression was that it was a loveless but nonetheless compatible relationship. We had a nice house with a courtyard in the center, not extravagant but certainly not poor. I have one memory of a woman talking to me and she seemed to saying my name. It sounded like "Zoo-ay" or "Zoo-way".
When I was in grade school (in my current life) my class to a field trip to the smithsonian in washington. I remember being enthralled by this very old, very simple chinese painting of a mother teaching her daughter to make silk. It was gorgeous and gave me such a nice happy feeling, like I remembered doing that.
I recall a Chinese past life that was very pleasant. It feels like it was a very long time ago maybe in the 1200s or 1300s, but since I know very little about Chinese history, fashion, etc, its hard to tell.
I remember being a woman with my feet bound. I don't remember anything big or spectacular about this life - just little ordinary things. Walking in a beautiful garden, cooking, and doors...these huge tall red doors which seemed like maybe a temple of some kind. They seemed enourmously tall with soliders or guards pulling them open by tugging on ropes. I think whenever I saw them in that lifetime I must have been a child and that's why they seemed so huge.
I was married, but had been arranged and my impression was that it was a loveless but nonetheless compatible relationship. We had a nice house with a courtyard in the center, not extravagant but certainly not poor. I have one memory of a woman talking to me and she seemed to saying my name. It sounded like "Zoo-ay" or "Zoo-way".
When I was in grade school (in my current life) my class to a field trip to the smithsonian in washington. I remember being enthralled by this very old, very simple chinese painting of a mother teaching her daughter to make silk. It was gorgeous and gave me such a nice happy feeling, like I remembered doing that.