Aubrey_Truce
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My daughter, Roselynn, who just turned 13 last month has always been an odd child: she was always a happy child, but she had always said off things, like for example, she insisted on being called Matthias, which she was able to spell accurately before she was ever able to even spell her REAL name correctly (she spelled it "Roselinn" until she was nine.) Also, when she was seven, she started taking an interest in the world, in places like Venice and Rome and Paris and Berlin, and even places that she had never even heard of like Leipzig and Stockholm and Singapore! Then, when she was nine, she started getting into reading massively, reading things such as The Iliad, The Key of King Solomon and Necronomicon, which she told me that she didn't really understand, but looking at the pictures and words in different languages made her feel better.
Now, finally at thirteen, Roselynn and I have started communicating seriously, and just last week we have started talking religion. I had been talking about my parents, both of whom are very heavily involved in the Methodist Church when Rose snorted.
"Bible-thumpers." Rose grumbled, rolling her eyes. This didn't actually surprise me. Rose tended to be bitter when it came to religion, which I had let her think freely on, I myself having recently become a Spiritualist, but though I allowed Rose to follow any healthy religion that she wished (she seemed interested in Wicca for a while, or so I thought,) but she did not seem very interested at all.
"They're old, honey, they come from a different time." I said to Rose as we drove to the store, a time when we frequently talked mother-to-daugter.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they need to criticize other people's religions. I mean, how are they to know 'God's plan'? Who are they but simple humans? How is any human to claim that they know the ways of the world? What greater race are we?" Rose said rolling her eyes yet again. She had been talking oddly like this lately, even using words like 'shall' and 'whilom' in the stories that she wrote, a word that not even I understood until I looked it up on the Internet and found that it was a Middle-English term for 'once on a time'.
"Well, what do you believe of God?" I asked Rose.
"I believe that whatever Higher-Powers may-or-may-not be above us don't really care whether we worship them or not, for what got has need for such vanity? The Powers-That-Exist certainly did not create us for worship, and if we were meant to know the Truth of the Universe, don't you think we would have been told it?" Rose replied, yet again scaring me with her wisdom. She never took sides on any debate, insisting that 'if the truth was truly to be known, then all would know it and believe it', and I must admit that Rose's simple, blase speeches had inspired even I to turn to Spiritualism, though I still believe in God, because I knew that Rose was right and that maybe we just weren't sent here to worship, but to suceed.
"Do you believe in reincarnation, Rose?" I asked her one day as we headed towards the mall, merely out of curiosity, but I had seen the book "Children's Past Lives" and had wondered just for a minute Is Rose being held back by past lives?. I couldn't be sure, but I had remembered a time when she was seven and told me about Traitor's Hill, which she tried to describe to me, but I never understood what she was speaking of.
"Yes, I do." Rose said with a nod, staring forward. I could tell that by the way she was tensing up and avoiding my eye that maybe just maybe she did.
"You used to tell me about a place called Traitor's Hill when you were younger." I told her, trying to keep the conversation up.
"Yeah, Traitor's Hill." Rose said with a short laugh, suddenly grinning. "Parliament Hill, these days though. I looked it up last year."
"Parliament Hill?" I asked, still confused, for I had never heard of that place either.
"Yeah, it's in London, near Hampstead Heath." Rose said with a snort.
"And you remember this from a past life?" I asked. When she gave me a quick glance I added, "You can tell me. I'll believe you."
"Yeah, Matthias says it's from a past life." Rose said with a nod.
"Matthias, who is that, hon?" I asked confused, because after all I had assumed that Rose was Matthias, because she had called herself that ever since she has been able to talk.
"I don't really know. He's not a person from the before-times, like I thought he was. He wasn't an old friend. I think he's a spirit or an angel or a muse or something. I dunno. But he's been telling me things since I was born. He told me I shouldn't tell anyone anything though, unless they asked." Rose said, taking a breath, "And he said they would. He said that I should help people remember the past, someday. He said it was important to remember the past, so that we don't mess-up in the future. But he said not to just tell people, because they wouldn't believe me. He said that people would hurt me, put me away, put me on medicine, think that I'm crazy."
"And... you know you're not crazy, right?" I told Rose, stopping the car, "You don't think you're crazy, do you?"
"Matthias says that the insane never know of their own insanity." Rose said with a shrug.
"Plenty of people have memories of their past lives, honey. Please tell me, what kind of memories do you have?" I asked.
"All sorts," Rose said, taking a shuddery breath as if she had been wanting to tell me for ages. And then she told me.
She told me abouta lot of things, about Alexander the Great and the Sumerians and the Nubians and Kemet and about the Druids and Shamans and other random thoughts that she couldn't to entire lives "So I don't think that those are the important lives." she said.
Now, finally at thirteen, Roselynn and I have started communicating seriously, and just last week we have started talking religion. I had been talking about my parents, both of whom are very heavily involved in the Methodist Church when Rose snorted.
"Bible-thumpers." Rose grumbled, rolling her eyes. This didn't actually surprise me. Rose tended to be bitter when it came to religion, which I had let her think freely on, I myself having recently become a Spiritualist, but though I allowed Rose to follow any healthy religion that she wished (she seemed interested in Wicca for a while, or so I thought,) but she did not seem very interested at all.
"They're old, honey, they come from a different time." I said to Rose as we drove to the store, a time when we frequently talked mother-to-daugter.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they need to criticize other people's religions. I mean, how are they to know 'God's plan'? Who are they but simple humans? How is any human to claim that they know the ways of the world? What greater race are we?" Rose said rolling her eyes yet again. She had been talking oddly like this lately, even using words like 'shall' and 'whilom' in the stories that she wrote, a word that not even I understood until I looked it up on the Internet and found that it was a Middle-English term for 'once on a time'.
"Well, what do you believe of God?" I asked Rose.
"I believe that whatever Higher-Powers may-or-may-not be above us don't really care whether we worship them or not, for what got has need for such vanity? The Powers-That-Exist certainly did not create us for worship, and if we were meant to know the Truth of the Universe, don't you think we would have been told it?" Rose replied, yet again scaring me with her wisdom. She never took sides on any debate, insisting that 'if the truth was truly to be known, then all would know it and believe it', and I must admit that Rose's simple, blase speeches had inspired even I to turn to Spiritualism, though I still believe in God, because I knew that Rose was right and that maybe we just weren't sent here to worship, but to suceed.
"Do you believe in reincarnation, Rose?" I asked her one day as we headed towards the mall, merely out of curiosity, but I had seen the book "Children's Past Lives" and had wondered just for a minute Is Rose being held back by past lives?. I couldn't be sure, but I had remembered a time when she was seven and told me about Traitor's Hill, which she tried to describe to me, but I never understood what she was speaking of.
"Yes, I do." Rose said with a nod, staring forward. I could tell that by the way she was tensing up and avoiding my eye that maybe just maybe she did.
"You used to tell me about a place called Traitor's Hill when you were younger." I told her, trying to keep the conversation up.
"Yeah, Traitor's Hill." Rose said with a short laugh, suddenly grinning. "Parliament Hill, these days though. I looked it up last year."
"Parliament Hill?" I asked, still confused, for I had never heard of that place either.
"Yeah, it's in London, near Hampstead Heath." Rose said with a snort.
"And you remember this from a past life?" I asked. When she gave me a quick glance I added, "You can tell me. I'll believe you."
"Yeah, Matthias says it's from a past life." Rose said with a nod.
"Matthias, who is that, hon?" I asked confused, because after all I had assumed that Rose was Matthias, because she had called herself that ever since she has been able to talk.
"I don't really know. He's not a person from the before-times, like I thought he was. He wasn't an old friend. I think he's a spirit or an angel or a muse or something. I dunno. But he's been telling me things since I was born. He told me I shouldn't tell anyone anything though, unless they asked." Rose said, taking a breath, "And he said they would. He said that I should help people remember the past, someday. He said it was important to remember the past, so that we don't mess-up in the future. But he said not to just tell people, because they wouldn't believe me. He said that people would hurt me, put me away, put me on medicine, think that I'm crazy."
"And... you know you're not crazy, right?" I told Rose, stopping the car, "You don't think you're crazy, do you?"
"Matthias says that the insane never know of their own insanity." Rose said with a shrug.
"Plenty of people have memories of their past lives, honey. Please tell me, what kind of memories do you have?" I asked.
"All sorts," Rose said, taking a shuddery breath as if she had been wanting to tell me for ages. And then she told me.
She told me abouta lot of things, about Alexander the Great and the Sumerians and the Nubians and Kemet and about the Druids and Shamans and other random thoughts that she couldn't to entire lives "So I don't think that those are the important lives." she said.
What a fascinating story! Rose sounds like a very special girl, indeed. I'd love to hear more about her memories if you'd feel comfortable sharing them.
) Also, Parliament Hill was only named as such from the English Civil War onwards (approx mid 1600's) so this may help Rose to date that particular past life to the second part of the 17th century onwards. 