Hi Joseph Moretti,
Very interesting. First of all, I am not the one you are looking for like I said before. But a lot of bells are ringing. This story about my former life is composed of strong feelings and synchronicities in my current life. I still haven't reached the point at which there was an emotional connection. I need an emotional memory for me to believe in myself.
But suppose my feelings are true and I was an Italian-American guy in NewYork in the same era as you lived in. We could have known each other even without being friends. I could have been a little brother or cousin of someone you knew. In this life, I have been a shop owner too. In those years I worked the same work as a man, no joke. Most of the time I was the only woman between the men when I went with my van at night to do the buying of goods for our shop. I felt happy because of my feelings that I continued the other life. In the beginning, I didn't know whether it was San Francisco or NewYork, but finally, I was convinced it had been New York. Some other strange thing: Just after we started our shop, I was absolutely convinced that some mafia would come by to arrange some protection money.
Very weird, but I was terrified, really. I was angry because I was not prepared to pay protection money and I observed every strange muscular guy who came in for years.
In this life, I have listened to Italian music, very, very often. It feels safe, although I am not interested in this country. I understand a lot but that is explained by the fact that I am fluent in Spanish. When I was young, I was always shy to speak a foreign language, but one day I was in Italy with some friends and we had an argument with a man who refused to give back our luggage without being paid more than we had expected. I don't know what came over me, but I started in half Italian with a heavy Spanish accent and I was so angry, I couldn't stop talking/shouting to the guy. He understood me perfectly and I knew it. All the right words came into my mouth. OK, I didn't win that round, but I was satisfied with my outburst although it was not my character to do so in public.
There are some more coincidences with my current life, but those are about the way I died in that life.
It is strange that I tried to regress myself to this life this week and the next morning you made this post about finding back someone from the same era and same place. It was a strange regression because I didn't go back to that life but to a neutral white environment with white chambers. In one there was this man, who could perfectly have been Italian. He was wearing dark clothes, dark hair, muscular, sitting on a wooden table chair in this all white place and his eyes and way of looking were dark. Not in a way of being evil. He looked at me as if he was saying: You know me, right? I thought: No. I went on, went back to have a closer look. Still didn't recognize him although he tried to make me remember. It was nothing to me and then I really went on to another chamber where I was with someone who reminds me of my father in this life. It was all very peaceful.
But there are ringing bells. Maybe it's that energy of that time. I am not sure about anything.
