Remembering "siblings"

[Karoliina]

Hello all,

We have had threads about past life parents, and I have found them very nice - it's been wonderful to read through people's PL memories about their mothers and fathers.

Does anyone remember a sister or a brother? Someone who was very important - or maybe you didn't have a good relationship at all. Perhaps you remember just something you used to do in your everyday life: helping out parents in their daily chores, or playing outdoors in the fields.

What ever it is, I'm all ears. (And will share some of my sibling memories later, when I have more time.)

Karoliina

 

[Sunniva]

This is an interesting question, Karoliina! It's not something you hear of often, however there are often some of the most intriguing past life problems among siblings.


Personally, I know I had siblings in at least two past lives, but my memories of them are very few and quite vague I'll be very interested in hearing others memories as well!

 

[vanhalen50one50]

Hi Karoliina, As far as I know this is the first life I have had a sibling. The lives I do remember though, which are few, I haven't had any siblings. This is a very interesting concept, like Sunniva said.


To add: Who knows? I could have had many lives with many siblings... possibly the basis for my next meditation perhaps?

 

[Ailish]

Great thread, K!


I've got many memories of siblings from various lifetimes - some which I've shared already on the forum, such as Lera and Luca from Italy, my brothers from England, my sister Sanna from Sweden, and Gianni and Vittoria from Italy.


I have not spoken much about my life in Russia - nor my siblings there, but I had an older brother, older sister and younger brother - all of whom were very important to me. I will have to go through my journals and dig up some specific memories to share.


In my most recent past life in the late 1960's - I had several siblings, including two younger brothers whom my mother said she "placed" with other families. My mother died from a drug overdose - and another girl who lived with us for a short time who was like a sister to me - took care of me. It sounds like a horrible situation - but I have many happy memories of Kimmie.


Does anyone else remember a past life sibling?


Aili

 

[deborah]

Hi Karoliina,


My first experience of remembering a sibling was in the late 1980's. In the experience I was an eight year old black girl. I was sobbing uncontrollably as the feeling of being separated from my family became more and more clear. The feeling of being misplaced was overwhelming.


When I went deeper into my heart, I knew that I had been sold; I was taken away from my family. To me they were gone forever. I would never see them again. The sorrow was overwhelming - I missed my momma and my little sister.


But the experience helped me to become aware that life continues, that my feelings of separation were not a permanent situation.


To my amazement what surfaced was that my little sister then, is now my ex-sister-in-law. To my children, Shannon and Daniel, she is Aunt Marcy. I have always felt close to Marcy, and after this session I knew why. There were tears of joy in remembering her, and then tears of sorrow, in knowing that I had endured so much as a small black girl living during the times of slavery.

 

[Koshka]

I don't recall them so much as miss them passionately. I've had siblings in most of my lives. One I remember, as a slave boy in Baltimore Maryland in the United States- quite sure it was Baltimore, anyway- I didn't have any. I remember having sibilings, I felt so much less alone than I do now as an only child. In particular, I always wanted older brothers. It was always two.


I'd be really interested to know about other people's siblings.

 

[alaskanlaughter]

I've posted elsewhere about my memories of being a little brown boy during a jungle war and being shot while running away from something we had spied on. The person I had been spying on it with was my brother, another little brown boy. We were skinny, scrawny, and wild. My only memories of that time involved sneaking around at night spying on military encampments and seeing big black helicopters.


The day I was killed, me and my brother had sneaked up to the edge of a clearing and saw something we weren't supposed to see. I'm not sure what it was, but it was military. Then him and I were spotted and we ran back into the woods. He was ahead of me and escaped. I was shot from above by a helicopter and died. I then saw my brother still running and it felt like I kept pace with him for a moment, but I was floating and going farther away.


I always knew that my brother then is now my sister.

 

[Karoliina]

Thank you all for sharing! I have forgotten about this thread myself but I'll dig up some old notes now...


The following was a brief flash in a meditation in March 2007, and it was pretty awful, as I could feel my PL-self panicking so strongly. It's from a Louisiana plantation towards the end of the 1700's:

I'm looking for something at our house, panicking. I realise it's my younger sister I should've been taking care of, but I wasn't careful enough and now she's missing. I have a feeling something bad happened - maybe she even died. Drowned or something, if there was a pond in our yard maybe. This could've been the reason why (I felt) Mama didn't love me, now that I think about it.

I was quite many years older than my sister and I was almost like another mother for her. We were close and I felt responsible of her, which obviously made the above even worse.


Then some snippets of my other Southern plantation PL, this time in South Carolina and right before Louisiana:

I was riding to the sea (?) shore on horses with my sister close to my age. Then it was evening and when I got inside our house to my left there was a living room of sorts where my father and brothers were reading and to my right there was a dining room where my sisters were sewing or something like that. In front of me were stairs going up. My mum was walking by with a candle in her hand - I think she had a baby at that time - and I asked her if I could read with the boys instead of sewing, but she just gave me a freezing look and walked away. I was frustrated and decided to go to bed already. I went upstairs to my room that I shared with at least one sister (the one I rode with) who slept in the same four poster bed with me.

I love my sisters to bits. They are the most important thing in my life. Four of us are sitting on our porch and it's warm (we are in our teens). We are chatting and giggling - we have so much fun! I call for Lottie (a slave girl) to bring us something cold to drink from the outdoor kitchen (there is a hole in the ground or something to keep drinks cool).

There is a young man called David I'm in love with, but he's engaged to my sister. I think the feeling is still mutual, because I see myself talking to my Mama, telling her we're in love and asking her if it would be possible they broke up the engagement and we would get married. Mama says "absolutely not" and I'm feeling devastated.

I was really physically fighting over this David guy with my sister. I think she had found out we were in love, and we were pushing each other, pulling hair etc. somewhere outside. I managed to get her on ground, sitting on her chest, and I said "Say you're sorry" or something like that. And she said "I will never say that." I just remember that feeling when I was "threatening" her and she was very stubborn and strong-minded even if I was "winning". She had dark hair and I think she was taller than I was. But I don't know which sister it was.

When Papa dies, we move to Charles Town. Mama can't take care of the plantation without a husband and our older brothers have already their own houses and families. We get a town house and some slaves come there with us - including Lottie. -- It seemed like a nice phase anyway - somehow very Jane Austen with a widow and daughters trying to get married, lol.

There are good and bad memories of siblings... Also in other lifetimes. But the majority are good ones and in this life I feel very lucky having two most wonderful sisters. :thumbsup:


Karoliina

 

[Ginger_Mandrake]

I don't recall them so much as miss them passionately. I've had siblings in most of my lives. One I remember, as a slave boy in Baltimore Maryland in the United States- quite sure it was Baltimore, anyway- I didn't have any. I remember having sibilings, I felt so much less alone than I do now as an only child. In particular, I always wanted older brothers. It was always two.
I'd be really interested to know about other people's siblings.

Koshka, you took the words right out of my mouth! I don't recall so much as miss my siblings passionately. I've met at least two for sure in this life, one whom I almost fainted when I saw for the first time, the other I have a very close relationship to. Funny thing is, the two of them are currently dating in this life I always consider everyone on this earth a brother or sister, because that helps me to keep the way I treat others in check . Wish I could remember specifics, but really I can't.

 

[Koshka]

I felt like sharing my 'sibiling' update.!


I had a very potent dream last summer about Lincoln New York. I had meditated before bed, for a dream. Pretty soon into it, I was flying over the town and there was a warm light in the far left corner. It had something to do with the name madison, and there was a lake nearby. I knew it was Lincoln New York. Near Pennsylvania, way out west.


Let me explain- I have never been northwards of Saratoga New York, and I know nothing and no one north of Westchester (County, just north of Manhattan-) that could ever lead me to this. I knew, in the dream, that my brother was there. I'm assuming this is from my time in eastern europe, because that's the only thing that would make sense for me, chronologically. He's -a- brother, I think I had three, one younger, two older. He's the younger one. There is a Lincoln, New York- in Madison county. I'm looking for Holocaust survivor groups from there online, I'm hoping to find one or two- maybe pictures. I'm hoping to find some, because if he's in any, I'll know who he is as soon as I see him. I don't want to bother him, or dredge up old traumas- but I know he's alive, and I just want to know if he's happy. I'm hopeful I'll find something. I don't even know his name, or what mine was, for that matter. But I'm still looking.

 

[Terra]

I have several very brief memories of siblings in different lives. One of them is about my sister in the most recent past life in the 50s through 80s. We are dancing and singing along to She Loves You by Beatles on the radio in the kitchen of our childhood home, much to our mom's annoyance. She seemed older than me by few years, and I was 12 at that time. She didn't reappear in my later memories or flashbacks, so it's possible that we cut off our ties or something happenned to her.


In another life in the 19th century, I had a sister, whom I got an impression of as someone very vivacious, possibly too much. She was younger than me by two years, but I got no impression of whether we were close at all, despite my frequent annoyance with her.

 

[bluegreen]

Hi There!


What a great thread! I am so lucky that I have recently met a past life sister in this lifetime. And we have become as close as we were before.


She's an older woman and we are great friends. The only past life memory that I can see is we are walking down a rural lane wearing bonnets. Our heads are close together gossiping and giggling. It's a nice recollection. Helena

 

[elese]

interesting question Karoliina!


sadly, the lives I remember most to date are the recent ones in which I was first an orphan, then an only child. I know that I've had siblings before then, and as others have mentioned, I've had vague memories of them, but nothing comes to mind at the moment besides my being alone recently.


I do however remember desperately longing for siblings in both lives! longing for a sister, brother. I was very lonely in both lives, and now I have 3 siblings of whom I am very close with! it's been quite a change, and though not always pleasant, I'm thankful for it.


~Kelli~

 

[RiverSpirit]

What an amazing thread to start!


I lived in Southern Georgia during the Civil War on a plantation. My brother Alexandre, endearingly called Alex though our father hated it, was a handsom child. Most of my recollections show him when he was about 8 or 9 years old. Father had already begun teaching him how to be the "Man of the House". It was so amusing to see him walk into the parlor where Mother and I would be sitting. He would strut around like the rooster in our chicken coop! :laugh:


I loved teasing him about it saying that the only hens he would attract were the ones in the coop. He would get so flustered and storm out and me being a bit on the wild side would chase after him and into the garden. I would settle him down out there and convince him to lay in the grass where i would tell him old stories lulling him to sleep in the summer sun.


Alex and I were later saved by my good friend, John, who you can read more about in the thread Southern Belle. I don't know what happened to him after I passed away but I have found him again in this life as my boyfriend's 4 year old nephew. We were naturally drawn to each other and had a big hug when we first met. I plan to keep him in my life as long as I can.

 

[ChrisR]

Only very brief flashes from a past life, but I thought it would be nice to share them anyway. I shared a sibling memory some time ago with a present life friend of mine who was my sister in a past life, I was her little brother in that life and I remember sitting on the edge of a (sink?) with my feet dangling in the water, and my sister was affectionately pinching both my cheeks and we were rubbing our noses together, she remembers a bit more than that, but I only saw that little bit.


Then another memory of another lifetime, with the same friend, we were identical twin sisters in that life, I remember being perched up on a branch in a tree that I had climbed, my sister below me playing on a swing, and I was annoying her by throwing apples at her, deliberately making sure that none of them actually hit her of course..... well, maybe one hit her accidently! : angel