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I was wondering how many of you have experienced past-life memories of being young, and falling in love for the first time? I have two such memories that I'm particularly fond of from my former life as Lisbet. The latest memory came to me a few days ago, and I thought I'd share it here. This is the extract from my journal:

I'm making my way down a natural pathway. To my right there is open fields and hills, and to my left there is a brook, overgrown with weeds and other plant life. I get some way down the path, and I can see the boy (who's name i have yet to learn) We greet each other with a smile, then we continue walking along the path, holding hands. I'm aware that I'll be in big trouble if my father finds out that we've been seeing each other. (I'm still "daddy's little girl"...and boys are strictly forbidden...:rolleyes: )

We reach the end of the path, and the brook ends in a "pool" of water, which is quite deep, but not very big. I'm really fascinated by this pool of water for some reason, I crouch down and I can see my reflection in it. I look a bit closer, and I can see tiny frogspawn attached to some rock, but i'm still disappointed to see there are no frogs.

The boy is standing right behind me, I get up, and he seems to have deliberately positioned himself in a way that we're facing each other, with our faces almost touching as I get up. I feel a bit awkward, and shy, I know that he wants to kiss me, and I want him to, but I'm a bit worried about it..I kind of "slide" myself under and away from him.

We continue walking the path, and come out into a clearing. I can see large "blocks" of something (I think it was hay, or something similar) and there are lots of them scattered around. We continue in to the clearing and there are some ruins of a building, it looks like it used to be a house, but all that's left are the foundations. I'm walking around and I can make out where the rooms and the walls used to be. This also fascinates me for some reason, I get a strong feeling for the family that must have lived there once, even though I have no idea who they were.

After spending a while in the ruins, we have an idea, and begin making a "house" out of the blocks of hay. By the time we've finished, it's looking very impressive. There's a small entrance, which we have to crouch down and crawl in through on our hands and knees, and there's room inside for both of us to sit comfortably...It feels very cozy in there together. We sit quietly together in our "little house" for a long time, he has his arm around me, and I'm snuggled up to him, with my head on his chest, and my arm around his waist. It's not too long before I get the feeling that he wants to kiss me again. I'd really like for us to kiss, but I'm worried that if we do, then maybe i'll be pregnant....:o ....Unfortunately, that's where this memory ends, so I never got to find out if Lisbet ever got "pregnant"...: angel
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Does anybody else have any past-life memories of "puppy-love" to share? I'd also be interested in discussing what your feelings or emotions were after experiencing those memories?

Chris..;)
 
Hiya Chris,

Love – what a great topic! There is such a beautiful innocence in the memory of one’s first love. It’s something most people I know remember in their current lives with great clarity – so I can definitely understand how that feeling would be remembered from other lifetimes as well. ;)

Thank you for sharing the memories of Lisbet’s first love – I really enjoyed reading them. He must have been someone very special to her – to have such sweet memories. :)

I was wondering how many of you have experienced past-life memories of being young, and falling in love for the first time?
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I had some wonderful memories from a meditation I did not too long ago about a lifetime in Holland in the 1400’s. Dmitri was a student of my father’s friend. He was basically “boarding” with us from the time I was 8 years old. I adored him right from the start. He treated me like the child I was at first – and teased me mercilessly about being exactly like his little sister back home. That was definitely not what I wanted to hear at the time. :tongue: I’m not certain when he stopped seeing me as a child – but I think the following moment was important:

I am 13 years old. I am so very excited to be at a banquet with Dmitri and my father. I feel very grown up. There are several long wooden tables heaped with food. It is warm inside, but I can feel a slight breeze – the shutters in the windows are open. I am absolutely dying to take off the hot headpiece and veil. I can feel sweat trickle down the back of my neck.

Someone is playing a flute (?) There is a roasted pig – or boar (?) and what I think is some sort of wild goose (also roasted). They are both charred black. People are pulling pieces off with their hands. There is bread on the tables and cheese. Some sort of dessert (like a soft cookie with syrup – or molasses) is stacked. I am too excited to eat.

My father and Dmitri are speaking with several other men. I am watching Dmitri gesturing to the men. He is much more exuberant and expressive than anyone I know. People around here are solemn.

I hear my name “Annika,” and I turn to see that fat old Geert coming towards me. I heard my father tell his friend Henryk (?) that Geert wanted my father to make a match. I don’t want to marry that man, even if he’s wealthy. I say hello and excuse myself before he gets any ideas.

I wander out of doors. I can still hear the music faintly. The cool air feels lovely. The torches outside of the hall that are stuck in the earth – cast an eerie light and shadows in the distance. Someone calls my name “Annika,” and I turn to see Dmitri. He says my father is worried that I have wandered off – and of course it’s not proper. I tell him I was avoiding Geert. Dmitri’s eyes are sparkling and he laughs – a deep laugh straight from the stomach. He has a funny look on his face that makes my cheeks burn. I bow my head and look at the ground and then I feel him take my hand and -- kiss it. I look at him again – my heart pounding. We just stare at each other for a moment – and then I hear my father’s voice – and the moment is gone. He drops my hand. We must both look awfully guilty -- I feel a sort of shame, yet euphoria at the same time.
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Aili :)
 
What a weird coincidence. Last night I was remembering something and it was just such a memory. It belongs with an affair I recalled a while ago, which unfortunately ended rather badly.

I have been trying out a new technique, which is to relax as per usual, then to imagine myself in front of a large wall of shelving and run my eyes over all the costumes there and see what seems to 'jump out' at me. Last night a delicate, pale green kimono was foremost and 'voila' there I was wearing it and sitting in a garden. It was not very comfortable really wearing all that and with the fancy hair style and all, but nonetheless I was feeling a bit pleased with myself wearing this lovely outfit and knew I looked gorgeous and was feeling very happy because I was in love.

In that life I was a young Japanese woman, early 20s or less, married to a much older man who I did not love. The marriage had been arranged. I had an affair with a young man and I remembered the earliest days of our love affair, which were filled with such joy and excitement it almost made what followed later 'worth it'. I remembered various scenes in particular we were playing 'Go' a kind of board game with black and white tiles. There were various other servants and so on around and we were having a fun time, lots of laughter. I think the 'boss' was away, as he often was so we were a bit more relaxed than usual. My young friend deliberately touched my hand a couple of times and we were exchanging shy looks (for fear of being caught out) and it was all terribly exciting.

That was my only experience of love in that otherwise fairly unhappy life. I remembered the first time we met and it was very much the same feeling as meeting that chap again in this life - an electric type of recognition, feeling of fate, etc. The chap was, (and still is) very careless of convention and a free spirit which is what I liked then and still like about him (and what tends to keep getting him into trouble).
 
From the one life i know the most about I do remember my younger days. I left my home in Ohio at the age of 17 or 18, and went to the city (Pittsburgh I feel), who I stayed with i don't remember. I do remember a lot of men, and parties, and fun. I felt so free, and on top of the world. I had all of my dreams and my whole life ahead of me. I remember meeting a man named Richard in 1928 or so. I just remember how much i loved him. I have a strong feeling we were very back and forth. I got married to a man named Charles in 1929. It was very spur of the moment, but I did love him in the beginning. I became pregnant very soon after, and started (before I got pregnant) seeing Richard again. When i found out I was pregnant I remember feeling so lost, and unhappy. Charles was extremely happy, I remember him fondly during that time. so excited and childlike. I don't think i was sure who was the father, but it was Charles. The winter of 1929 i met Richard to tell him about my pregnancy. I was already about 5-6 months pregnant, and i knew that the pregnancy ruined our plans of ever being together. (Which could explain my resentment towards my daughter). I was just so very sad, and selfish looking back on it. We picked up the affair again when my daughter was over a year old. My husband found out about the affair somehow at that time, and i have a very vivid memory of his drunken rage. Although he found out, we remained married. I also kept up the affair with Richard, on and off throughout the 1930's. We gradually saw less and less of each other, until completely losing contact in the mid 1940's.

Looking back on the memories of Richard, it seems he was a very large part of that life. I mean, my love for him caused my hatred towards my daughter, and perhaps the drunken abuse she received. Also probably spurred my husband to drink more heavily and abuse me, and also take up an "affair" of his own. (I don't think he slept with the tramp he brought to the house on one occasion, but did it as more of a payback towards Me. made me feel kind of sad for him). Also my loveless marriage, and unhappy life was the root of my alcoholism and drug abuse. When i put it in that way, he was the root of my complete downfall in that life, and perhaps the root of my fear of relationships in this life..
 
Crikey Hippy! Such a sad tale.

I wonder why you didn't marry Richard? You say you were on again off again? Maybe he was not the marrying kind? Perhaps Charles seemed more stable and a better bet?

I wonder if you guys will meet up again this life and be friends or whatever.
 
I often wonder that same thing. I wonder if i will meet charles again as well. or my daughter hopefully. she deserves a good family this time. I Think Richard will be a woman. How will i know, or won't i know? Cause if i knew, i don't know. would i repeat the same mistakes again?

I also think i made Richard out to be better than he actually was. There was more to the story, i am assuming. But right now i only want to remember him fondly.

and with charles i think i was with him, and got married. I could have been anyone.
 
I don't have a detailed memory to share, like some other great stories in this thread :thumbsup: but I remember my first love in France at the beginning of the 1940's. I was maybe 16 and he wasn't much older. I think he was a soldier, at least I remember him wearing a uniform. He was quite slender, not very tall, and had a long, big nose. His dark hair was sweeped back with something so that it looked a little wet always.

I have remembered just short flashes of us kissing (although I know he was my first in bed, too :o ), and I remember how devastated I was to leave him, when my family left to the US, because of the WWII and us being Jewish. I was a typical selfish teenager, and couldn't think about anything else but the intense feelings between the two of us. :laugh: Although when we (my family) had our first very threatening experience shortly before we left, I realised it really was about life and death, and accepted the leaving.

While we still lived in France, my aunt and my cousin - a girl around my age - lived with us for some time. We were good friends with my cousin, and she knew my boyfriend, too. She and her mother stayed in France, and I later heard she and my (ex-) boyfriend had got married. :( It wasn't like I grieved over this all my life, but it felt bad for a long time. *sigh*

Karoliina
 
Great Topic ChrisR!

personally... I've had a few flashes of such instances.

the one with the biggest impression though is a memory I actually got while a friend was in a regression.

Basically, it was her memory of me in that last time being the daughter of a rich english lord of some sort (I'm guessing 1700's sometime) and not liking that we had slaves (or at least treating them very well). She was my best friend in that lifetime, and talked of me falling in love with a rich noble man or something. What really hit home with this memory though was the mention that we'd often go on pinics in a meadow with a big tree of some sort, and some very details she mentioned (I think that I lost my virginity out there :o ). As she was describing it, it was like I was re-living it. It still gives me the chills thinking about it, and I can picture as well as I could even though a few years have passed.

This is all I can think of off the top of my head. I'll be interested to read more of others' posts once my college goes on summerbreak! until then!

Sincerely,
~Elese~
 
As we've worked on the Swedish memories with Sunniva, I have remembered pretty clearly the feelings I had towards the son of the family that adopted me. We ended up getting married, but here is a short snippet of a memory I had of the time before we had told each other how we felt:

Then I'm around 15 coming home from school. It's warm outside. Henrik has returned home. I'm shy around him. He's very handsome in my eyes. He has brown, wavy hair and sideburns. Later we take a walk outside just the two of us. He's teasing me and asking me about my boyfriends, but at the same time he seems almost angry - frightened to find out about them. I blush and mumble I don't have any, and I wonder why he doesn't realise I couldn't think about anyone but him.
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Karoliina
 
I remember the same soul being my true love in a few pastlives but we were not always together in these lives. Sometimes we have been and other times we were friends or had a breif relationship. My strongest memories of him from the lives he was a part of was my feelings for him. I never seemed to be able to get over him and my feelings outweighed any of the relationships I had with others throughout those lifetimes.

Kind Regards
Caribbean Queen
 
A meditation I did 1/11/94:


Isabelle was her name. I was a young man named Kayln only 18 years old. We were in a field in England next too the cliffs playing tag, and chasing each other. She was barely 17 years old. We were running and playing and laughing and I got the feeling our parents would not approve of such childish behavior. I held her close to me. I loved her very very much. She was beautiful, she had strawberry blond hair and freckles and an endless mischievous way about her.


Standing in the field I could see my families home, a two story farm house and our big barn off to the right. I knew we were to be married soon. The time and place shifted and I found myself inside of the barn talking to Isabelle. I heard my mother call my name and it reminded me of myself as a small boy when I/Kayln was hiding in the barn from my mother at age five. She again cried out -Kayln! I laughed out loud at the memory.


Time shifted and I was pacing the floor inside my house. In the other room I could hear Isabelle screaming and I opened the door but another woman ushered me out. Isabelle was having a terrible time having our baby, we had only been married for a little over a year. Something was very wrong, I felt it, I knew it! I knew I had a daughter, but then nothing... all was dark. At Isabelle’s bedside, I looked upon her with tears in my eyes, she had died and I began to cry.


I soon found myself looking at the gravestones for Isabelle and the little girl. They both had died. I never married again; I felt responsible for her death. In an later mediation I saw Kayln helping his mother when age 35. His father had died and he was still alone and unmarried some 15 years later. Isabelle was the love of my/his life and I vowed to never marry another. Isabella - is now my daughter Shannon.


Still full of mischief, a sparkle in her eye and an unpredictable way of being. *S*S*S*S
 
When I did my first PL regression a year ago practically the first thing I remembered was as a newlywed, driving in my husband's car from the California ranch where I lived in childhood to our new home in Los Angeles, circa 1920. I remembered a long, dusty journey, a honeymoon visiting perhaps some National Parks, and especially just the feeling of happiness and contentment having him there next to me.


Later I remembered a moonlit walk, holding hands, and the first embrace and kiss - it was magical! Though from a different perspective than what I'm used to now.


Lonewolf
 
Thank you for the wonderful love stories. I wonder when and how (triggers) did you recall these memories. Did you yearn to find your love of past lives at later lives?


Thanks!
 
Hi cpliu,


My memories of the boyfriend came to me when i was meditating.


I don't yearn to meet him again in this life, although i do wonder what it would be like if i were to meet him again. I wonder if the feelings i had for him then, would come back if he was a female in this life, or how i would feel if he was still a male?


Then i wonder, when we fall in love, what is it that we actually fall in love with? I always felt that love (true love) was something that affects two people at the soul level. But, taking my boyfriend in my previous life for example, he could come back as my mother in the next life, so obviously that love is not going to be the same. So what do we fall in love with if it's not the soul? It's more than just the physical body, and the personality, or is it? Do we carry love over from one life to the next?


Chris... :)
 
What a tragically beautiful story, Deborah. It's lovely to know that Kayln's precious Isabelle came back to you in your present life. :D


Military, I look forward to your story - and your questions.


Cpliu, I also experienced my memories during meditation ;) I believe I know the person in my present life - and that person has been with me before in different roles in other lifetimes.


Chris, I definitely believe that profound soul connections and love carry over from life to life. I think it's the most important reason - why people return to each other time and again.

But, taking my boyfriend in my previous life for example, he could come back as my mother in the next life, so obviously that love is not going to be the same.
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Imo, there are many types of love to experience through various roles - mother/child, friendship, partners, siblings, grandparents etc. Sometimes, I think, to fully comprehend that lesson, we are drawn to people we share that soul love with, and other times we are with new souls. I don't believe that the extraordinary love certain souls have for each other ever changes - just the situations we're in. I also don't believe in the term "soul mate" as being "your other half" or relating to lovers. I think we have many soul mates - and they come in all forms - from friends to co-workers to present family members.

So what do we fall in love with if it's not the soul? It's more than just the physical body, and the personality, or is it?
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I think people who are in tune with themselves find that the "outer shell" or appearance of a person matters very little when there's that type of love/soul connection present. It's your soul that recognizes, remembers and rejoices.
 
Memories of a log cabin, very flat farm land and a man and a woman sitting a short distance from the house under a very big tree. What ever time of the day that the sun would come around and shine under the tree is the time they always sit with each other under the tree.


I can feel the love the man has for the woman. It is a very deep, very strong love. She is his world, his everything. They are young, maybe early twenties. Not married long just a few years. The woman becomes ill. Family members come stay at the house to help care for her. It's soon realized that she won't recover.


The couple have a young daughter. Maybe about 2 or 3 yrs old. The family members take the girl and leave the man to care for his dying wife. He cares for her in a very tender way. Taking care of her every need. She dies. He buries her, by himself, under the tree in the same spot where they always sat together.


Everyday when the sun comes around and shines under the tree it now shines on her grave and the man comes out and sits under the tree and talks to her. He blames his lack of money for her death. He thinks if he had money he could have taken her to a doctor for a cure. But that's not true, she was suppose to die. No amount of money or doctors could have saved her.


The man should have brought his daughter back to live with him. It was what he was suppose to have done. But he doesn't. He ends up living alone, missing his wife and blaming his lack of money for her death.


Because he didn't go get his daughter back and get on with his life after his wife died, the things he was suppose to learn and experience in that lifetime he missed out on. He has to redo them in this lifetime.


My understanding of this is that because the wife and daughter finished their learning experiences in that lifetime,they can move ahead in this lifetime. He has to learn those things now in this lifetime with other people. The man, wife and daughter are all here but he is separated from them to redo his stuff with others. The wife and daughter are together here and moving on with their learning experiences. If he can do it right this time, then next time they can all be together again.
 
I have memories of being about 17, staying in a house that belonged to a family that had some sort of rivalry with mine due to some sort of business deal. I was an orphan whom no one really wanted, and they handed me over as sort of a bargaining chip until they could actually uphold their end of whatever it was- I don't really understand it, not sure I did at the time.


Relatives of the people I'd been handed over to didn't care for the way a human being was being treated as something to bargain with, and they felt sorry for me, having no family or connections. They took me in and adopted me as one of their own; I was sullen and spoiled and looked down on them for being from the country (I was from the only large city anywhere around, and was very prejudiced against anyone who wasn't from it) but I eventually warmed up and came to love them. I ended up falling in love with their older son, who was about 24; he was extremely hesitant to get involved with me because of the significant age difference, he felt guilty about the fact that I was very innocent due to being sheltered and having no contact with anyone my age for most of my life, whereas he'd been with quite a few girls, and because he knew his mother would be furious if she thought he'd seduced the adopted daughter whom she was so protective of. It happened anyway; I was extremely determined. I remember him looking for me in a grove of trees on his family's property, finding me and telling me that it was time to come inside because it was getting dark; and me telling him that he'd have to catch me first. He chased me, and caught me, and when he did he stared at me for a second, then he kissed me. He tried not to let it get any farther than that, but it did; I remember our first sexual experience, laying in a bed in an extra room in the attic where I'd gone to isolate myself, having some sort of typical teenage girl emotional crisis, and him coming up to try to shake me out of it, and then I stopped crying and looked at him and said, "I want you to f*** me." I don't know the exact words, since I can only remember a few words of the language, but I know I used the crude form of the verb. :)
 
Hello Lissie and thanks for sharing this interesting memory. :) It fascinated me especially as there were some similarities to my own PL memories from a lifetime I fell in love and got married with the son of my adoptive family.


Do you have any idea where and when this was?


Karoliina
 
Lissie's post


Karoliina, I wish I knew. I know there were windmills and that this society had managed to manipulate wind power for use in their homes, and that there was a large network of caverns near the family's farm, where we carried out a lot of the affair, but other than that, no clue. I get the feeling that these memories are much, much older than a few centuries. As I said before, I remember a tiny bit of the language (I know how to say: "My name is ____") and I remember what my name was, but for some reason I've always been very secretive about sharing them; I have the instinctive feeling that this name is something to keep to myself except with a few people whom I trust very much- although I don't know why.
 
Do any new members have memories of a "first love" from a past life?


Reading those type of memories makes me smile - there's such a sweet innocence about them :)
 
Thanks for bumping this thread up, Ailish!


I'm in a nice melancholy mood today, and reading through this thread reminded me of many things.


There is a memory I'm particularly fond of, because it is so very tender...

Martin and I. We were close my whole life.
I was still little when his parents died. He must have been thirteen or fourteen - and I was a little over seven - when he came to live with us.


He looked so alone. My heart broke for him, because I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if I were left with no one in the whole world as he was. My Mam was a distant aunt - the only other family he had. He looked out of place and awkward. I told him that he could have my Mam and Tad as his own - and he looked at me silently, hiding a tear that threatened to run down that rosy cheek of his.


He pursed his lips, looked down at his shoes and said Thanks. And you - I have you as my friend, right? Always - I answered as I turned to go and leave him to get settled in his new room - and it’s alright to cry - I won’t tell anyone!


Some years later - we are in his bedroom in my mothers house. I must be - fourteen? I secretly think that Martin is the best looking man in the world, although I always tell everyone that teases me that he is just as a brother to me - that I don’t care if his ugly or handsome.....


He is getting ready to leave - going somewhere to study. I know my parents feel that he is very intelligent and should have a good chance in life. And I can feel how carefully things were chosen for him - the leather bag lying on top of his bed - a new coat; the pair of brown soft leather gloves that he is holding in his hand.


I’m happy for him - that he will learn things and be respected and perhaps… I feel a blush coming to my cheeks at the audacity of my thoughts!


You must teach me all there is in those pretty books you have there Martin - when you come back! When I say this he looks up at me and I see tears in his eyes. Martin? Martin! You should be happy - I’m so proud!


He looks at me as if he never even heard me and says I’ll miss you Elisabeth - I can’t be happy.


I was startled by what his words made me feel. I will not forget you, not for a day- I say - you won’t forget me, will you?


He jumped up and rushed to me and held me tight in his arms, all in one motion. Strands of my hair have come lose as his hands caress my face and my head and I can hardly see him with all my hair in front of my eyes and the tears.


He is holding my face close in his hands and I feel his lips brush my cheek. I’m holding his hands in mine, saying Martin, Martin…. He kisses my cheek ever so lightly once, twice, three times. I am so dizzy! I haven’t - ever - been kissed like that before. Then his lips touch mine and I am overwhelmed at the softness and warmth of the touch! Then I feel the taste of his tears on his lips and my heart feels so full!


Then he parts my lips with his - and then suddenly I feel as if I’m in the middle of a storm! I pull away and stare at him with wide open eyes and he pulls me into him again, into another wave of intense feeling. I feel that I will die if he stops kissing me.


Then a sound from downstairs makes me jump! Martin! I gasp - I’m suddenly aware of the mess my hair is, of the heat on my cheeks - and of how strange my whole body feels.


He looks startled but he smiles - for the first time that afternoon. A big smile of victory and happiness and pride - and love!


He tiptoes to the banister and peeps down - it’s your Mam! He is laughing a little naughty laugh that makes me giggle too, and I feel the embarrassment start to fade and ease. Martin stands near the banister looking down, keeping an eye out for Mam while I try to smooth my hair and clothes. I’m ready - phewww!!!!!!! I rush downstairs, and at the bottom I turn to look at him - he is smiling as he comes down slowly, an all knowing smile full of promise and playful mischief.
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He still smiles like that, after almost 200 years.... :D


That was a tad long I know.. thanks for listening..!
 
On my first regression , the second memory I had was of the cheer joy upon walking out of the little church I had just gotten married in , { time line around the 1500s }. I later realised that this was the man who I was currently dating. The first meeting we had in this life was of a totally similar experience.. cheer joy for both of us.. so much it caught us both off guard.


He had come into to meet me in my little cabin on a small commune in Vancouver. We talked less than 5 minutes and quite contrary for my character, I had what can only be called an out of body experience where I just felt a pull to lean over and at the very same time he leaned over and we kissed.. He was so baffled by his actions { as it was contrary to his shy side as well} that he ran out of the room giggling..


This meeting was exactly like that first memory of him.. I had it bad for him.. But we were still in a position of not being able to communicate our feelings which was the same from that life.. so we eventually parted and he married someone else.. Now 30 years later , in reflection = he and I also shared a way to serious slant to our characters even though neither of us recognised it in each other or in ourselves. In fact I thought he was kind of fun... maybe he was just funny??--- it is interesting to look back on past loves in retrospect after having done some spiritual growing up .. I do wonder if our lessons are over and I will never be attracted to him again?? ..


That life with him was a lovely one.. I had a nice time in support of our community at what would be a community center in todays language. Those same ladies I shared my time there are again in my life in a small group again ..


soulfreindly
 
Thanks for resurrecting this old thread Aili :thumbsup:


And thanks for sharing your heartfelt memories WA Heart and soulfreindly. I've got a brief memory that I recalled a little while ago, I also remembered recently that Lisbet's boyfriend was called Andres and the following recall involves him:

Very brief, but I remembered I had arranged to meet Andres in some isolated spot where nobody could see us and he was late, I remember laying on my back in the tall grass looking up at the clouds, one of them appears to look like a snarling dog, and I watch as it slowly loses it's shape. I'm sucking on a blade of grass while waiting for my love to arrive, he's late again! All of a sudden, from out of nowhere, Andres jumps on me and frightens me half to death. Thats not the first time I remember something like that happening, he always seemed to gain a lot of pleasure out of surprising me and making me jump all the time. Anyway, next thing he's laying on top of me and he's putting a finger over my mouth to stop me from screaming at him or yelling out I guess, then he's stroking my hair away from my eyes, I can't see him properly because the sun is shining brightly right behind his head, he keeps moving it from side to side, giggling away while letting the sun flash in my eyes. Then he starts playing with my ear, tickling it, he's annoying me, but at the same time I enjoy the attention. I think he has a thing about ears, and when finally he kisses me on my lips, I still feel a bit shy when he kisses me but I try to be as passionate about it as a 12 year old who has never had a boyfriend is able to be.... which is not very much :o
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I think maybe I know that Andres has made an appearance in my present life, but I need more time to reflect on this as I can't be 100% certain yet. Just somebody in my present life who is very special to me, well, she has that same 'twinkle' in her eye now that I remember Andres had in his eye so well, so who knows? Hopefully time will tell :o
 
Yes, I have clear memories of my first (and only) love in three of my past lives. My love in two of those lives is my love and my spouse in this life


In my most recent past life, I met my wife whilst working on an ocean liner. I can remember how she looked, what dress she was wearing, and her Australian accent. I remeber her at other times as well. I remember her in a certain frock and a year after I came to know who I'd been in that life, I found her picture in my bopgraphy and she was wearing that exact dress. I also read her name in a book and I saw her as she looked at 80. I found her picture on a website and she was dressed just as I remember.


I also remember meeting a woman who was my placee in antebellum New Orleans. i met her at a ball given by the Societe Cordon Blue (a group of prominent families of colour). Her name was Marette and our children were named Marie Christine and Jean-Philippe. Marette and Marie died in a cholera epidemic a couple of years before the Civil War.


Back in Roman times, I was called Marcus Flavius and my wife's name was Marcella Pia (maiden name). We had a son named Marcillenus. We all died in the 79 AD eruption of Vesuvius when a pyroclastic surge destroyed Herculaneum which where we lived.


I also remember the name of
 
I wish I had memories of first loves. I have one memory of a wife but I don't know if she was my first love or not.


I'm curious about the memories of Vesuvius. I've always been drawn to that and to the eruption but never considered the possibility that I might have been around then. Do you have any memories you'd care to share about Vesuvius?


Perhaps as another thread...I don't want to let this one stray off such a good topic. :)
 
It was almost 500 years ago. I remember my first love Charles. Though it is difficult to say that it was love. I saw him, when I was about 8 years old. He was above 20 already and we were engaged. But something happened and we never got married. And we never met again. Though we wrote letters each other through tho whole life. Later on I became the wife of his son, who was 11 years younger than me. And may be that was the real love, the first love, very painful one, being unrequited.


Almost 500 years have passed. And now that Charles is my husband. And that his son is our son.
 
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