alex.marie
Active Member
Morning from NY everyone! I'm so glad to have found this forum
. For years, I've felt there were very few people who understood past lives and when I'd mention I had several they'd look at me like I had 8 heads, sometimes I knew they were judging because of religious reasons... But, the truth is I needed someone to hear me.
Ever since I was little, I would see pictures of Greece and I'd point to it and tell my mom that Greece was my home. She used to laugh me off, think it was strange, but understand because it's beautiful. Kids say strange things, and I don't think at the time she thought I was really intuitive or that I had been recalling anything about a past life. I carried that through my teen years, along with books and a connection to Greek people. I'd meet Greeks and find that I would automatically build a bond and a sense of pride for the culture that I didn't even have. I'm Italian - but I found myself saying the common phrase "One face, one race." regarding Greeks and Italians. When I was about 16, I told my mom I wanted to move to Greece. I felt so pulled, just so sure that it was where I was supposed to be. My mom just stared at me and said "you've never even been there before - how do you know you'd like it?! you don't even speak the language." I just stared at her and said "I'm just Greek. I know I'm supposed to be there - I can't explain it." it was the first time I had ever said it.
Fast forward to my engagement when I was 23, my best friend got me a past life reading. Without any prompting from myself, and a reading in an open space (a yard at a friends house) the woman had told me I was Greek, and living in Greece in the 60's.
The reason I'm telling you this story is because she told me about so many other lives that I've lived.. a Crop Duster in California, and Apothecary in the Middle East, and a few others I can't really remember. But, none of those have ever resonated with me. For some reason, I cannot let go of Greece. I meet Greek people and I get this sense of pride and jealousy - I'm jealous that I'm not Greek in this life. I don't know how to let go of that life and live this life. I keep wanting to go back to Greece and I'm not sure if I'll find this sense of closure that I really need. Has anyone else ever had this feeling of a sort of, I guess, unfinished business?
Ever since I was little, I would see pictures of Greece and I'd point to it and tell my mom that Greece was my home. She used to laugh me off, think it was strange, but understand because it's beautiful. Kids say strange things, and I don't think at the time she thought I was really intuitive or that I had been recalling anything about a past life. I carried that through my teen years, along with books and a connection to Greek people. I'd meet Greeks and find that I would automatically build a bond and a sense of pride for the culture that I didn't even have. I'm Italian - but I found myself saying the common phrase "One face, one race." regarding Greeks and Italians. When I was about 16, I told my mom I wanted to move to Greece. I felt so pulled, just so sure that it was where I was supposed to be. My mom just stared at me and said "you've never even been there before - how do you know you'd like it?! you don't even speak the language." I just stared at her and said "I'm just Greek. I know I'm supposed to be there - I can't explain it." it was the first time I had ever said it.
Fast forward to my engagement when I was 23, my best friend got me a past life reading. Without any prompting from myself, and a reading in an open space (a yard at a friends house) the woman had told me I was Greek, and living in Greece in the 60's.
The reason I'm telling you this story is because she told me about so many other lives that I've lived.. a Crop Duster in California, and Apothecary in the Middle East, and a few others I can't really remember. But, none of those have ever resonated with me. For some reason, I cannot let go of Greece. I meet Greek people and I get this sense of pride and jealousy - I'm jealous that I'm not Greek in this life. I don't know how to let go of that life and live this life. I keep wanting to go back to Greece and I'm not sure if I'll find this sense of closure that I really need. Has anyone else ever had this feeling of a sort of, I guess, unfinished business?