I am with my fiancé standing in a chariot pulled by two white horses with grey spots. We are driving through the centre of the city. I feel that it is somewhere in Greece. The road is paved with cobblestones. It is 320 (230?) AD. People stand on the sides of the road and are cheering. My fiancé is the son of an important man, governor (general?) Syllus (Cyllus?).
We drive past a large and high building, that is different from the other buildings in the street. Most buildings are light in colour, white or yellowish, but this one is black (granite?) and has an arched hallway on the front. Close to the building stands a very large statue, in white marble. I get a memory within this memory – I remember walking past this statue at an earlier time (in the same life) and noticing that the block of marble on which the statue stands is already higher than me. The statue depicts a god that is bending somewhat through his knees – when I look up more I see that the god is throwing a spear. It really is an enormous and impressive statue.
Next vision : We just arrived at my fiancé’s house. His parents and sister are outside to welcome us. Their house is on the other side of the city from mine. I also live in a wealthy house, and a good neighbourhood, but their neighbourhood and house testify of even more standing.
It is the day of my official engagement and I will be presented to the people . The marriage is partly arranged, partly a love-marriage. I met my fiancé when he came to my father’s house for business – my father is a wealthy merchant in expensive goods. He probably liked me, and every time his father had business with mine, the young man volunteered to be the messenger.
Finally he asked his father permission to marry me, and probably after his father had checked my references thoroughly and approved, Syllus came to my father to talk about the arrangements.
My parents were very happy with this, because this marriage would even improve their status.
When we arrived at their house on this particular day, and got out of the chariot, his sister had a big smile on her face, and so did I. I liked her very much – she was of my age – and I knew we would become very good friends. I recognized her as being my best friend D. in my present life. Her name was Anethia (Alethia?)
I believe the trigger to these memories was the fact that lately my friend D is a lot on my mind, since she has unresolvable relation problems, and is trying to get ready for a new start. She needs me often in this period, as a shoulder to lean on, and as a soundboard to express her problems and feelings. We are there for each other, always, for more than 25 years already.
I feel that in this life in Greece, we might have started our friendship bond.
That sounds very interesting - I hope you'll find out more soon!
