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Lettingborough? Possibly Layton Borrough?

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Myrtle_Tree

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Well I can't believe I'm posting here, actually thank god I found this forum!
For starters, greetings from Greece! :-)
I have some things I need to let out and I think this is the place.. Ever since I was a little child I felt strange, like I didn't belong where I was. I always believed in reincarnation, I actually never questioned it as a child I took this to be a fact, deep in my subconscious somehow. My (adoptive) mother is religious and absolutely against anything that isn't the orthodox way. I always challenged it but didn't want to pressure anyone to believe what they didn't want to.
From a very young age I had glimpses of other lives, daily rituals that didn't fit in my life, like I always used to play with my mum's ceramic tea set and have tea time with my best friend or alone with people in my mind. I of course spoke greek but English was extremely easy for me to learn, I was adamant from 4years old that I needed to learn english (to be fair I grew up in Cyprus so all kids there learn english, but i felt compelled to learn). There were no schools for children my age so my parents tried to teach me some words (their english is really really bad). I already knew them, and actually I started speaking the language on my own through watching tv. I was (and still am) "able" to dream in english which is not my maternal language. I longed to go to England/UK and live there as it felt like home. I still have a calling per se for this country and I have never been there.
Ok I feel like I'm rambling here, I apologise.. well long story short-er the idea of reincarnation came to me like a flash a week or so ago (I hadn't thought about it for a couple of years), and I found this forum and started reading. I tried a self regression using a technique from a book (can't recall now which it was). This is what I saw..
I was at a house's back yard and I was putting some clothes on a drying rope to dry, there were trees I could see, a dog was running around and seated by me was a toddler, my daughter, and I knew right then that this is my (now) youngest daughter. I somehow asked myself where am I and immediately I heard the word Lettingborough (?) At least it sounded like that. Ettinborrough? My name was Mary and somehow the name Joseph also came to mind. I knew I also had a son who was at school at the time (but couldn't quite grasp the names of the children) and that my husband was away, maybe at war? I saw the postman approaching and immediately my heart sank as I saw him as he was my (now) stepfather (who molested me in this life and I can't begin to explain how much I detest this being). He gave me news that my husband had passed. I later saw a photo of my then husband and it was my (now) ex fiance (in this life we were together for six years and broke up because we grew up and realised we loved each other but as friends not lovers anymore). I saw myself in the mirror and I had blonde hair with hazel eyes. My then son is my now partner (we are together six years now and have two children). I knew that after my husband's passing I went to work as a seamstress in a factory and my son became a laborer and was kept from further studies because he had to help me and his sister financially. My daughter went on to become a teacher. I don't recall anything else.
I googled the place, it doesn't seem to exist but since I'm not a native English speaker I may have heard it differently in terms of accent? Maybe it was Layton Borrough?
I have quite some stories from ever since I was young of glimpses and visions etc plus some comments from my children, but for now does anyone have any recommendations as to how I canfind the place?
I feel really really drawn to finding more about that life because I feel there is a lesson there pertaining to my current life.
Thank you to anyone who took the time to read through this rumble of mine..

Myrtle_Tree
 
Hi there, greetings from the UK -- seen as this is my native country, perhaps I can be of help :)

Your account is very interesting and has elements of what sound like past life memories. The recall of names can be difficult. Have you tried looking at a map and seeing if you feel drawn to any particular part of the UK? If you can find a specific area that you are drawn to, you may be able to narrow your search a little. There are many small villages and towns here, and often many that sound the same. It may be that you heard elements of what it sounded like, but not the full story. This has happened to me with the recall of names/places with my own past life recall. For me, remembering names has always been iffy. I've always heard similar versions as opposed to the real thing, such as the name that I heard was what people called me, but it was in theory, my middle name, and, I heard it with a 'J' as opposed to a 'T' -- but interestingly, my first name did begin with 'J'. That's the sort of mix up that can occur with names.

I understand what you say about not feeling like belonging where you are now, as, conversely, I feel that way about where I live. Your conduct of the English language is very good for someone who has not been living in an English speaking country.
 
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Hi Myrtle_Tree,

Your story sounds like many I have heard on this board. I think you have come to the right place, and will find folks here who can relate to your experiences.

In terms of finding the location of your memories, I would try to first hone in on the particular era involved. This sounds like the 1800s to me, but you would be a better judge. Then check out landmarks and natural features in various towns that date back to that era, and see if they look familiar. There may be a river, mountain, statue, monument, mansion or church that rings a bell when you see it.

Cordially,
S&S
 
Goodmorning and thank you both for taking the time to read and reply to my post. I apologise for the delay in answering, life is hectic currently..
I had some time free and I did look a bit at maps, old photos etc, I seem to be drawn to Leyton and Waltham, so that narrows it down abit! Some photos in particular made me feel nostalgic for lack if a better word.. I found out that there used to be some sewing factories making neckties in the area, there maybe something to this as in this life as a child one of my favorite pastimes was to sit and draw dresses and then try to recreate them on a simple childrens sewing machine that I had asked Santa for. Growing up I left this pastime but when I fell pregnant with my oldest one of the first things that came to my mind was I had to make her a quilt. I had never in my life had any lessons or even seen anyone sewing but I seemed to know by heart the process and I bought what was needed but had no money to buy a sewing machine so this plan was postponed until months later when one day out of the blue I bought myself a simple sewing machine and when I sat there I just knew.. I mean I went from having absolutely nothing to do with sewing, to making cloth nappies, clothes and quilts for my girls, developing my own patterns and even selling what I made for pocket money as I was then the stay at home parent. To this day my heart needs to just sit on my machine and I really would like to just give up medicine (I'm a doctor) and just make a living from a work related to this while rearing my children.
I will be back to add more as I uncover details hopefully, or even just to write down what I can remember growing up, as a means of journal if that's ok with the forum's rules..
I truly am happy to have found a community in which I can express myself..
Myrtle_tree
 
Hi Myrtle_Tree,

You may perhaps be a bit like my sister-in-law. She was the eldest in a family having two daughters and no sons (I married the younger daughter). They both strove to be (and were encouraged to be) very good girls and academic stars, with my sister-in-law going to medical school and my wife doing graduate work in music. Over the years, however, despite her medical degree, she continued to gravitate towards the home and gradually got out of medicine altogether, making it clear that being at home with her children and husband was what she found she really wanted to do. Besides, her husband was a paraplegic and needed lots of care. He passed away last year, and both children are now grown with children of their own. She is always available for our questions, and does a lot of "prescribing" of natural remedies for all kinds of things to friends and relatives, but has no interest in every getting back into the practice of medicine on a regular basis. I saw a similar pattern in the family of the girl my son married a few years back. Two daughters and no sons, and both pushed and happy to go on to get degrees and careers with my daughter-in-law becoming a professional. At this point she is juggling being at home and working for financial reasons, but she is also making it clear that she wants to be home a lot more in the future (they already have 3 children, making me a lucky grandpa!).

Does any of this sound the least bit familiar? I think that Western Civilization as a whole has ignored the need for, and attractiveness of, a more traditional and stress-free lifestyle in its rush to exalt money, careerism and academic/financial/professional achievement. The current establishment exults in this, and it is all played up as very desirable in media, academia, etc. However, there are also a lot of folks who seem to be miserable because of this trend. I won't be surprised to see some kind of pull-back from the course we are on in the future, but for the moment . . . .

Cordially,
S&S
 
I´ve got some scottish friends and friends from the UK so the name of the place you mentioned reminded me of Edinburg which sounds like "eddinborough" to me. Or maybe some other place that ends with -burg in Scotland? Good luck for your research! :-) And greetings from Austria ;-)
 
Attenborough UK or Edinburgh Scotland (pronounced Edinborough as someone else mentioned).

Not sure why your mother would continue to be married to a man who molested her daughter. Ugh...People can be so disappointing sometimes. Very, very sorry that happened to you. Hang in there.
 
I also thought about Edinburgh when I first read your post... interesting that others picked up on it.
 
Hello! I am sorry to have gone awol, life has been hectic to say the least. I have been reading posts but haven’t had the time to post.
I have done some self regressions and although I didn’t see anything more about the life I described here, I seem to be getting bits and pieces of another life.
I think I have been a woman who was married with children who lost a baby at birth and then went on to have other children, my life revolved around raising my children but I died young, possibly of a heart attack, I fell on the kitchen floor and my toddler was playing a couple of feet away, I could see the sun through the windows and I kept thinking about my children, especially the toddler since there was noone else at home with us..
Then I get glimpses of myself as a young girl called Rachel, I was running in a field with maybe hay? The sun was shining once more, I was having fun, I was carefree, my mother was calling for me and then I can’t go past this, I feel like sonething bad is about to happen and I don’t want to know and I keep getting back to now.
Yesterday I had a dream and I feel it was a past life related one. I have had some dreams in the past that in retrospect correspond to what I saw in my regressions, for example I used to have a recurring dream of running in the dark crying and asking for my dead daughter (long before I had children in this life). Anyway, yesterday was weird, I have never had a dream in this “setting” I don’t know how else to say it.
I will post here what I wrote the moment I woke up (sorry for any typos, it’s not edited), so I can keep track and maybe if anyone has any ideas of placing, or I don’t know, I keep wishing that someone may see my ramblings here and say oh hey, I know who you are, we used to be neighbors or something. :)
So here goes:
Somewhere in the desert, wooden sheds. I was keeping a shop for my father who had went away for business? The other peiple in the settlement disnt really want me there. It wasnt a town like we see in westerns,(or was it?)there was a street of wooden shops, basic constructions, no frills at all. A couple came in, older than me(i wa saroudn 20 they were 40or so). The man tried to attack me while the woman was just watching. She was dressed amish-y. She had brown dark hair, mine was blond. I managed to get out of the shop and yell for help a woman came out from a nearby shop i tried to explain to her what happened while i could see them leave my shop, at first they were running as they thought they would get in trouble but as they saw that the woman was really just listening to me (sympathetically but she wasnt about to do something) then they just left real slow like nothing had happened, did they get in a car? Was it a car? No, they got in something, a carriage maybe? The road was only dirt, sand. I think it was a cartiage but a small one, open. I went back to my shop defeated thinking I shouldnt have come back here and i would also get my father in trouble for he accepted me back after what i did (what was it? Did i really do it? Did they accuse me falsely of something? I had a feeling like they shouldnt be punishing me). A while later very strong wind and sand, the shed was shaking with the force of the wind, it was coming in through a door amd getting in my eyes and mouth. I was screaming and the older woman came again and she said her husband was away for work (he was to come back on the train) so she could help me get home, we somehow managed to get home and the earth was shaking from the force of the wind, and we were trying to think where we could find shelter and she said theres no point, now we will die again. At hearing the word again I awoke feeling out of place, my mouth and eyes were dry. I asked my husband if I was crying or talking in my sleep, or maybe snoring (so I could explain the dry mouth). He said no to all. As a matter of fact he said I was sleeping like a log, not even moving in my sleep, like I was paralysed. This all happened in the middle of the morning, I didn’t go to work because I had woken up extremelly tired and feeling off somehow and then when the children went to school all I could do was crawl back in bed and sleep. I am writing this just as I woke up from this “dream”, it all feels so surreal.

Any thoughts?..
 
Sand, carriage, wind etc
Could all point to the 1700 or 1800's USA
The trembling of the earth can indicate California area as they're known for earthquakes since who knows how long and it also has a desert (Mojave) and desert climate in areas
 
Hi Myrtle,

For some reason, Utah and Mormons immediately went through my mind based on your account. Utah has desert, dust storms with tropical storm force winds, and earth quakes. I would suggest you google Utah desert for images, etc. The Mormons that settled there were insular, extremely religious, and (due possibly to a history of persecution) reputed to be a bit touchy. If you were trying to live in a Mormon area, I can well believe that you would have a hard time finding acceptance.

Cordially,
S&S
 
I looked some into mormons and Utah (between juggling children and work haha) and to be honest the moment you said Utah it struck a cord.. When I was a child first learning geography and the states, Utah always seemed to do something to me as a name.. I had forgotten this, so many years have passed.. Thank you for reminding me..
Oh I also forgot to tell you.. When I awaoke the other day I had a melody in my mind, I was sure it was a song but couldn’t for the life of me remember which one, I only knew that it was one I liked. I kept humming it, trying to remember lyrics. Last night I was able to remember it, it was Morcheeba’s “Enjoy the ride”. I listened to it, It makes me so emotional.. It’s in my head all day today, I feel there’s a message there for me from I don’t know, my subconscious, or maybe a guardian of mine..
I really feel emotional these days, I feel like I’m homesick for a place and family I lost while I’m also at home with my family I adore..
 
Oh and another song that just can’t leave my head these past few days is Travis’s “Side”.
I feel there’s something my mind is telling me there..
On a PS note, if you’re not familiar with these two songs, listen to them, they’re worth it (even leaving past lives aside) :-)
 
Many of us, myself included, have that homesickness and missing something (many don't even know what it is they're missing), I too miss my families, my wives, children, siblings, I remember saying goodbye to them all
I sometimes check up on some of them, right now with the 50thanniversary of the battle of Khe Sanh approaching I find myself checking on my sis from that life, she still struggles with me being gone, I have tk check if my brother got killed in Nam as well otherwise I hope he's keeping an eye on her

places can have a magnetic pull and once you hear or see the name of a region you get a lightbulb effect and something, somehow just clicks

I too can listen to a song and get emotional for some unknown and unexplainable reason, as a baby I used to cry whenever I heard one moment in time, noone knew or knows why, can listen to it now without anything happening but listening to eternal flame voluntarily? Nope, not gonna happen, don't know why but I can't listen to it, not because I hate it but for something that to this day I haven't been able to pin point, yet
 
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