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Hi,

I had a very interesting experience the other day that got me thinking about "triggers" - things that spark past life 'memories' and bring them to the surface.

I was walking from class to my truck in the parking garage. The sun was shining and it was warm outside, students were sitting in the grass..it was a very nice atmosphere. Not far away a siren started to go off...it was an odd sounding siren, not like a modern one and I do not know where it came from except maybe an ambulance. No one seemed to notice or pay any attention to it.

I kept walking, but as I walked -- in my third eye vision -- as if there was a tear in fabric with holographic images coming through, I began to see a truck, with round head lights from the 1940's. It was covered in ash...with rubble all around it and behind it. A bomb had just been dropped--- I realized it was World War II --- I was in Italy - in a town near my home, my consciousness was not in 2001 - but in about 1940!

I continued to walk to the garage, but within my vision,I stumbled on the rumble, and I caught myself with my hands {in another body, I was wearing a skirt..but that day at school -- I wore pants}.

I noticed that the siren that was happening in the background at the school shifted to an older sounding siren -- in 1940. I saw a Red Cross on the side of the truck. My eyes were open during the vision, so I closed them.. but it didn't matter..the truck, the sirens, the rubble and ash..were still there in front of me; eyes opened or closed.

It only lasted about a minute -but during that time I found it difficult to be in the here and now and walk forward while stumbling and heading for an ambulance after a bombing and feeling the emotions of another time.

It appeared to me like a black and white movie....but then the red cross on the side of the truck suggested other wise, and it dawned on me that the ash was covering everything from the bombing, and made it appear mostly black and white. When I looked down, I was wearing an ashed covered blue skirt with a white apron.

When the images came into full view...so too did the emotions, thoughts and feelings I had then. The vision was just bits and pieces of a day in my past life, but my soul remembered well the tragedies of another time. The siren triggered the memories.

I have been thinking about it the past few days, and integrating it with my feelings and emotions regarding recent events. The tears I felt deep within my heart in the vision, are those I feel every time I see the images of buildings in rubble in New York.

I am thankful for the experience..for it has helped me to integrate my 'soul reactions' to recent events and better understand me.

Carol wrote about triggers in her first book.
Has anyone else had 'triggers' --that have brought on memories from a past life?
 
My trigger was a medallion for the Order of Saint John of Jerusalem. It is a white Maltese Cross with white ivory inset and gold setting. It is the same shape of the Pour le Merite medal that I was awarded as Manfred von Richthofen.

Thereafter it was music, certain times of day, different types of weather, places, familiar situations, photos, familiar people from past lives.....

Rittmeister
 
Hi Deborah

Cool experience…It must have been incredibly hard to walk forward, when through your eyes, you were picturing a completely different scene…and actually stumbling!!

You know….the colours black-and-white in a lot of dream symbology, represents clarity; clear perception and the facts….so it also fits very well into your experience...especially considering that it was almost a comparison from one life to another...and the emotions and feelings contained within each.

Talking of triggers - It’s really strange you should post this when you did as well, because just yesterday, I was reading a paper filled with stories of people caught in the Coventry bombing, during WWII - the whole town and it’s residents ended up undergoing around 14 hours of night bombing I believe, practically obliterating the place. All the old people caught in these times, were in the paper giving messages of support and moral to the New York tragedy and victims and describing how the town and country come together in their effort of restoration…and reading your story, reminded me exactly of this (even though you were in Italy I believe??).
 
Hey all

Kelly - I would love to see what people who lived through wwII have to say. One of the first things I thought of was the people who lived through the Blitz and I am still thirsty to hear what they have to say because they know things I would like to know and would appreciate hearing. Was the paper you read online?
 
Hi Kelly and Szo

I too would be interested in reading the stories and messages in the paper from World War II survivors. Is there a link Kelly?

No, I never did locate the source of the siren, but I am sure it was happening in the NOW..and transformed to THEN (1940). It was more like the two overlapped! I came across this in my journal today....I had forgotten that back in February I had the following experience during a meditation and e-mailed it to you...remember?

....suddenly I was in the center of a rapidly moving tunnel that went on for what seemed like forever in both directions. In the tunnel and all around me where sections holographic in nature -- that showed my life now -- and in the near future........

But then it shifted, my awareness turned, it extended to past lives, and I viewed many of my past lives all at once -- they appeared like fractions of little movies. I saw a woman who was my aunt in India in the late 1700's, I couldn't reach her, I was already dead and not with her anymore but viewing her life, my feelings were of sorrow, that I died so soon. But it was the next section that caught my attention and suddenly I was sucked into it!

.... Sirens, lots of sirens going off, there were screams and yelling and a lot of fear; bombs had been dropped...there had been an air raid! My soul felt the emotional trauma! It was World War II in Italy in the 1940's -- My last life. I was in each of these scenes, the fragments of a the holograms projected around me, but my SOUL stood in the center! ----

Maybe that's why I like my signature quote -... The Souls Center..... is God... My soul could experience all of this and more in the NOW!

I thought it was an interesting reflection...and I see a definite connection between the two experiences.

It seemed to me that me NOW and me in 1940 -were experiencing reality at the same time!
So I am going to research the phenomenon some more.

Ritt -can you tell us more about your experience when your trigger happened with the medallion for the Order of Saint John of Jerusalem? What exactly did you 'see' or feel?
 
Hi all

A trigger of mine was when I first came in contact with russian litterature/music/history as a child. Then I simply knew that I´ve been a part of this culture. Regrettably gone with the wind due to that cursed revolution. Later on fragments of a life in this period before ww1 appeared in dreams, and it appeared more clearly in a regression. Not in all details but enough to explain my dreams.
I know in my mind that we should forgive our enemies, but in my heart I can´t forgive the communists/leftwingers for what they did in Russia, and elsewhere. Perhaps I´m starting a new topic here, but I would really like to know how to explain the atrocities of the last century from a spiritual perspective. What good has come from communism/nazism etc-etc? And what have mankind done to deserve such "plagues"?

Yours sincerely, Dimo
 
Hello Deborah (did I spell it right?)
I don't know if this is relevent or where this reply should be posted, but because I understand the "third eye" concept. I think about triggers also or what allows some memories to "leak" thru. It is nothing like you have experienced which I can't help but feel a little envious of your gifts. I think I have had things happen to me and when I seem to get them, it is whem I am tired, being very relaxed, exhusted from having an emmotional breakdown and a 2 hour cry, but mostly when I am making love with my husband. I read some about the Kundlini energy that someone pointed to me, and think maybe that is the case with the latter, but don't quite know why faded or tired and stressfull-emmotional energy would create memories or visions Do you think about it in a spectrum of postive and negetive energy- not interms of good and bad but in terms of more or less. That moves me to question about having the less energy factor able to create or be able to recieve or interpret(?) anything. What are your or anyones elses thoughts? It bends the mind and I don't know if I explained as well as I should, I mean I understand what I mean, but don't know if anyone can understand what I meant? I could try and do better if it will maybe help
Peace!
 
Hi Hanhoa,

You have brought up a VERY interesting point.
See, I didn't mention the fact that I am going through a divorce, and working seven days a week, --- I didn't mention the stress of teaching four college level classes when three is considered full time. Or the responsibility I feel for raising my teenage son alone; not to mention this forum.

I am reading a very good book right now titled Going on Being - in it the author points out the work of a British child analyst D. W. Winnicott. He is the one that termed the phrase "Going on Being" -which just means the uninterrupted flow of the AUTHENTIC self.

When people (children) at a young age learn to read what is expected of them, and they read the environment for clues on how to react before action is necessary..it cuts across staying in tune with their own true self and experience.

I am thinking that maybe when our barriers are broken down, by way of exhaustion, emotional trauma, or just relaxed we are more OPEN, more innocent - as a child.

Dimo -could you start a new thread..you have a great question but it is another topic.

Dimo, about your tiggers..you have strong feelings and emotions regarding a specific era. Is there a specific sound, picture, etc., that enabled you to understand your position in society? Where you a man or woman?
 
Hi Deborah and all you

Sorry for my outburst in my previos post, but I got somewhat carried away...
To answer your question I can only say that from the first time I saw pictures from Petersburg as a child, then I knew that I lived there once. I don´t recall having other feelings about it but a great sadness, a sence of tragedy. Music by Tschaikovsky and other composers have also given me "triggers" as you call it.
In that life I was a man living in the outskirts of the imperial court/aristocracy. Unfortunately the glamour ends there. In the regression I had it came through that I was a distant "poor relation" to the Czar living an alltogether miserable life ending in suicide in the turmoil of revolution. I also have this notion that I was homosexual allthough it wasn´t mentioned in the regression.
Strangely enough I don´t recall any lives where I´ve been a woman. I also find it sad that I only have memories of miserable/unhappy lives.

Yors sincerely, dimo
 
I met and interviewed someone for my documentary who had a similar experience, actually 3 different times. I have not had such complete "cinematic" triggered memories, but I have had triggered glimpses. Music has done it several times--Indian classical music, celtic hammered dulcimer, and actually, I remember as a child, African choral music. Though I didn't understand how to interpret the feelings then. A particular celtic/folk piece always brings up an image of hanging off the front of a sailing ship, feeling very free--of a life on-board those ships.

Twice in romantic/sexual situations I had visual flashes of the person as I knew them in a previous life. Once I saw the two of us as little girls riding in some kind of wagon in the the Netherlands somewhere--I was older, I knew she never spoke and I was taking care of her. That's all. Then I saw another girl I was dating, as I was about to kiss her, change in facial features in my mind's eye and I saw her as looking very Irish. I felt like crying and my thought was, "I thought I'd never see you again!" The feeling wasn't romantic or sexual, it was as though she was a dear cousin. This happened twice, exactly the same. Oddly enough, I found that it would have been easy to cry at that moment, though normally I find it very difficult to let go (male conditioning or whatever).

At risk of anyone thinking I'm using the forum to promote anything, you can view my documentary with Real Player at http://www.ial.goldthread.com. The interview I mentioned, with Marianne Dobson, is about half-way through.
Steve S.
 
I had a very interesting “trigger” which occurred while I was on a trip to York in northern England. York was once a major Roman city and the old Roman walls are still in place. On the afternoon in question, I was on a section of preserved wall when it began to rain heavily so I started to run to the next turret, about 50 yards away. I soon started to slip on the wet stones, as I looked down to watch my footing, I was amazed to find myself wearing sandals and the uniform of a Roman Auxiliary soldier. Then I was overtaken with panic and knew that I had to reach the protection of the turret at all costs. I continued to run as fast as I could, then as quickly as this began, I found myself back in the present. I know that this was much more that simply imagining a scenario, unfortunately, I can’t recall any visions either side of the wall, it was just me running in full Roman regalia for about 10 – 20 seconds.

This was the trigger that opened many more glimpses of my previous Roman lives. There seems to be more than one, not surprising considering the extent and duration of the Roman empire.

Shebber
 
OK - I had an interesting experience a week ago. Just no time to share it

I was just laying down for bed, and getting comfortable when a dull aching pain shot through my left shoulder. I closed my eyes and tried to relax -and as soon as I did, I was viewing an old home -about 1890, in the Oklahoma area -perhaps.

On the porch was a black woman -knitting sweaters. She was so clear -her dark cloths, her dress, the small hand made rocker she was sitting on. I was approaching the porch, I had sewing tools in a bag and was going to be joining her. The tension in my shoulders -seemed to be rooted in this activity. HOURS of knitting and sewing by hand.

I could smell the dusty air, - feel the warmth of the sunshine. It was an interesting experience.

Eeggaddd...I really dislike sewing in this life. Always have. Now I know why!
 
In my last life, I knew I had some business dealings with Sonja Henie (the skater/actress from the 1940's) But, the first time in this life I saw her in a newsreel, I became suddenly aware that I had been in love with her, seriously and intensely in my last life. I sensed if the situation had presented itself, I would have married her.

It is mostly people that "trigger" my memories. And I can agree with those others who have been where they had been in a life before - it is so surreal to be experiencing two lives at once.
 
When I was little kid back in the 40's I had a mad crush on Sonja Henie. I wanted her to wait for me to grow up so I could marry her. :)
 
Twice in my life I've had very brief flashes similar to the one Shebber had. The most notable was when I was sitting with friends on a rooftop..the sky was bright with stars, and there was a lantern in the middle of the circle we made that cast a cobblestone pattern on the ground. I idly studied the pattern of light and shadow while I listened to the chatter. Suddenly I experienced a subtle shift of awareness, and I was looking at actual cobbles. I was only aware of being intensely in that moment in time and no other. My eye was drawn up to see a man standing in an open doorway. There were 2 others just behind him, but my attention was all for the one in front. The light from the house spilled past him, out onto the street, so I didn't clearly see his face, but I knew who he was (I couldn't name him now, but the me then knew). When I saw him I felt such an intense wash of joy and grief..all intermingled, that it took my breath away. I was about to fall on my knees to kiss his feet when my awareness just as suddenly returned to the rooftop, where my friends sat talking and laughing. So vivid was the moment that when I "came to" I realized I was about to prostrate myself before one of my friends and kiss his feet (he was wearing sandles, as was the man in the vision). To say the least, this would have startled him considerably and embarassed me no end :)

One of my sisters, who was very ill with asthma so that she nearly died more than once, would say things like "when I was 16 (she was 4).."
And another, incidentally, as a child saw a news reel of Sonja Henie skating, and swore up and down that it was herself. She had no concept of reincarnation..but she just knew that was her. Interestingly enough - she really hated having cold feet..but she loved to skate. (I might not have added to this thread, but the memories of my sister swearing the girl on the ice was her made it irresistable :)

I tend to think though that perhaps we tend to resonate with some periods of history, some places, people and events because it's part of our genetic make up. I think there is such a thing as a collective consciousness. We're all connected, somewhere, somehow beyond the boundaries of space and time, and this phenomenon is a direct result of that. I wish there was such a thing as reincarnation - and perhaps there is. I for one would like to come back for another go round :)
 
my trigger

My trigger was seeing a japanese sword outside a knife store in a mall. I had a feeling like one of the swords had cut me. That was my first PL experience. none of the others have been nearly so intense
 
Several years ago I was with friends and family members camping in the woods in Virginia. We had built a fire and were all sitting around talking.
One of the people there was a lady who was (and is) a professional flute player. She had her flute with her and she started to play it.
The feeling I got was one similar to Deborah's. It was at first like looking through a dirty or wrinkly pane of glass. It cleared up and I saw myself dressed in an old gray coat and there was a rifle by my side on the ground and some tents to the left. Some of the people around I "recognized" as people I knew in this life. The lady flute player was there but to my right instead of to my left as she had been in the Virginia of the late 20th century. And she looked to be a young boy in his early teens. The feeling was one of loneliness homesickness and fear.
This only lasted seconds but when it ended I was drenched in sweat and dizzy.
And it started with a flute in the night. Normally I love the sound of a flute and the experience has never repeated. I think it was the place and the time and the people that were there.
 
For new members............

I would love to hear about your - ***triggers***
 
Very interesting thread! It's good to hear everybody's interesting experiences.

I've had too many triggers to count. When I used to live in Portland Oregon, there was this one really long tunnel that I'd go through a lot. It ran through a mountain. Anyway, the walls inside the tunnel were tiled. Every time I was in this tunnel it gave me a flashback of being in something like a subway tunnel with tiled walls.

What's odd is that I could swear I've been in the NYC subway system, which I'm told does have tiled walls, but know for a fact that I never have at any point in this lifetime.
 
Oh boy - what a thread...

Musicfan - The Lincoln Tunnel in New York has yellow tiles. I'm from Oregon so I know the tunnel to which you refer in Portland.

This is SO embarrassing...but it's along the Sonja Henie line of "remembering, or being 'triggered' by other people." I'm sure we have all felt connections with certain famous people. My story is about Keanu Reeves, but it was before he was famous. In fact, he was unknown and about 20, I think. The movie "River's Edge" was out in theaters for the first time, and a fuzzy black and white photo appeared of the young stars in the entertainment section of the newspaper. It didn't even LOOK like him, and I had never seen him or heard of him before, but I had a jolt go through me, and I kept saying in amazement to myself, "It's him. Oh, my God, it's him." Now who "he" was, I had no idea. It was really bizarre. So, of course, I went to the movie, and I was stunned. It was just this huge deja vu feeling of seeing someone you know you love every much but don't know why or from where.

Since then I have learned that he was one of my children in the revolutionary France lifetime - the lifetime in which I lost 3 of my 5 children. He was my oldest and supposedly didn't die, but the fighting drove him away, and I never saw him again.

I am terribly defensive of him, and when I see him I go between happy and sad - and want him to be happy and safe more than anything. I had no idea he'd become so famous. It all seems so bizarre.

I do, indeed, feel that most of my triggers come from connections with other people - most of whom I know in person.
 
Originally posted by mertzie
Musicfan - The Lincoln Tunnel in New York has yellow tiles. I'm from Oregon so I know the tunnel to which you refer in Portland.
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No I'm picturing white tiles in NY. Running the entire length of the track, not just the terminals??? A lot like the scenes in the movie Ghost where they're in the subway terminal.
 
Just a thought musicfan259

The most beautiful tiled subways I have ever seen - are in Moscow, Russia. Each subway is artistically different from the rest. Mosaics in one, reliefs in another, stained glass in another, paintings in another - sculpture in another. Have you ever seen images from them? They are - out of this world! ;)
 
Triggers for me have been when I was in Peru and Boliva. The familiarity and Inca religions. The beliefs and the culture, country side.......... A strong sense and knowing that this was a signficant past life time era. A strong sense of belonging.

while making love - egyptian - somewhat embarassing, but was part of the pharoahs consorts (?) and infact was really a relative, unclear as to if I was a daughter, or sister, or something....... but placed in with the other girls so know one would know and attempt to kill me because of blood line??? Been working on this one trying to track down specific information to back up the vision and emotions that were triggered.

Other triggers
Music.......... india music or celtic....... I see a place, landscaping, a temple or building.

Clothes from the 20's, 30's time period....... will get a glimpse of me as a younger woman very dressed up in that time period.

Wild Cats - particularly Black Panthers or Jaquers have special meaning or trigger certain emotions from me. I think it goes wtih the South America though.

Those are the ones that jump immediately to my mind.
 
My first trigger was when I was very young

My mother had an Ankh I treated as if it was sacred(I used to hide it from her and my siblings to keep it safe) And then I asked where it came from and she said Egypt and I started reading everything about Egypt (I was like 5 years old) And I recognized the customs and the beliefs and I would be able to know certain things about the country and it's history before reading about them. I was by 8 years old as well versed on the subject as an archeologist! I never saw a vision of my life there at that age I concentrated on it when I was much older and got the specifics.I have always felt a connection to Egypt though.
 
Trigger

Originally posted by Deborah
I would love to hear about your - ***triggers***
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Well Hi Deborah,

I'm a lucky guy in that I live EXACTLY where I wanted to live = decided seven years ago to leave London and move to Warsaw, Poland, after two years here I bought a plot of land that I had located (seemingly by chance).

My 'past life trigger heaven' is the kitchen of our house. I have had so many, especially when in mellow mood, winding down at the end of the day with glass of red wine, or when making fresh coffee in the morning, or when seeing the sharp rays of summer evening sunlight streaming in through the window.

The flashback is to a similarly-positioned (in terms of daylight) and coloured (white walls, oak panelled kitchen furniture) to my past-life kitchen - towards the end of my past life. This would have been early-mid 1950s. After the best part of a decade in the service of Uncle Sam it was my first permanent home since pre-war childhood and adolescence.

I can't work out where exactly the house was. Part of me says Scandinavia, another says Canada or northern US, Minnesota for example. I've not been to any of these places.

Round here where we live I have many more places that regularly trigger flashbacks. I often go there alone, on my bicycle, and photograph them; very rarely do I manage to capture that sense of place and time that originally initiated the flashback. Still, photography's an imperfect medium...


Michal
 
I have another to add

Last night I couldn't sleep and these words to this song kept tickling at my brain"here it comes another lonely day, "..."I'll sail away to the point of no return to see if eternal life is meant to be...."And I remembered that song comes from the Eldorado record by ELO that I have AND suddenly AT 3 AM I HAD TO PLAY IT!!! I got more visions of my life in the Castle AND why the song triggered it, I plunged to my death from the top of the cliff to the rocks and Ocean below(the castle was on the top of a hill next to the cliff), The more I listened the more things came, even other lifetimes. One where I saw myself as a Native American girl and saw my husband was a warrior. And I even saw My present life I was looking at myself through someone else's eyes, I ended up crying, I don't know why. I think maybe that last night somebody or something was communicating with me they helped me tap into those memories.
 
Hi all, Deborah, the experience you described at the beginning has happened to me in terms of a past life on fair midways sometimes. That's because of amusement park connections to Beckey's life. However, it's also happened more often with me connecting to what I consider to be other realities, as in, a specific road might be exactly the same in "my" time and place and in a different reality's time and place, which I connect with and then can expand on if I have someone from there I can link to. My husband and I also tend to have the feeling of other realities being very "close" at times in certain places on certain dates.

With past lives, just last night I got nervous because on a fair midway Beckey was hanging around, all was well, but then I started thinking that how we were speaking wasn't exactly like I used to talk. As soon as I thought that, I could smell and feel a totally different ambiance to myself and the whole place, and I felt uncomfortable with it, which I couldn't understand until later when I realized I actually was worried that it was so complete it could sort of suck me in, take me back or something. It wasn't a logical nervousness, just how I felt. But often I'm so homesick I wish something like that would happen. I have a lot of mixed feelings (obviously :P).

One trigger I was able to get a memory from by remembering the trigger. I have so many triggers I can't list them all. But in this case I found it interesting because I could recall it later and get a conscious memory. Before I consciously acknowledged Beckey, I was at a 4-H dance and sat at the bar (this was when I was in my early teens) and began sobbing uncontrollably as I sometimes did, which used to make my mother pretty upset with me because it was so unpredictable and inappropriate (and/or because she didn't know how to stop my being so upset). Since I've become aware of Beckey consciously, I went back in my mind to that scene, and asked my mind to show me the actual memory. So, I was sitting at the bar again, only it was a different bar. I was crying then, too. I could see my trousers. Upon researching the scene I found it was a classic bar I was remembering, mahogany with the gold bar across the front. I do not go to bars except two or three at parties as a child (such as the trigger one, which was brown) so I doubted it when Beckey told me it was mahogany, since I know mahogany is red and this looked black with streaks. Fortunately, I found a picture of the right kind of mahogany online. It was described as being used for bars, but pictured on a table. I couldn't research the bartender since he had sideburns, a black vest, white shirt, and was wiping a glass. That is about as generic as you can get! I don't know why I was crying. In that case it was not because of an injury or a fight. Still a mystery to me. But it must have meant a lot to Beckey whatever it was, or he wouldn't have triggered that hard. I also triggered to a particular movie and to a dance floor and having to leave my friends after the dance (it was the end of a summer class), in each case before I consciously knew about Beckey. I went home and did that uncontrollable senseless crying in both cases. I didn't usually respond to movies or the ends of group projects in that way! In those cases it turns out it was about a terrible awful loss I was remembering. So, it could be related to that, I don't know.
 
I was 4 years old and living in Libya.My dad bought a record and on the cover were the glorious pyramids.I would pick this record many times not bacause of the music but because of that photo.That was my first trigger and actually a photo of the pyramids brings sentimental tears to my eyes to this very day.
I think of Pyramids as Home.

Another trigger was a sight ofa blue velvet dress in a store.I was about eight.I could not stop looking at it.To this day Ilove blue color,that particular shade of blue and blue velvet.

Another trigger-I am not sure if it is a trigger but ever since I could remember I would get very depressed on Sundays and Christmas. Sundays more than Christmas and not all Christmas holidays but all Sundays. I am not happy on a Sunday and sometimes I cry for no reason on Christmas day and it is not out of happiness. I like to watch sad movies during that time and sometimes I wish Christmas would just pass.I am scared of it too.
I feel nobody cares about me-I feel lonely.

Another trigger-A sight of a crocodile on a photo or in the zoo triggers in me huge coldness. Not fear but coldness. I noticed it because I adore
all creatures and when I was small I would give a funeral to a beatle that my dad accidentally stepped on and for a long time I would visit that little grave.I cried for it.I could never harm a creature,not an ant ,not spider not anything but when I looked at a crocodile I felt I might. I just felt like it was my enemy-propably a past life memory.
 
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I am not Catholic, though I seem to have had memories
of posessing a small cross with the beaded chains, I
forget how to spell the name. The trigger was seeing them
in movies. I have a Catholic stepfamily from this
life, and though I don't have many specific memories,
I have had dreams of boarding a train in Argentina
though I don't know where I am going. I appear to be
a girl in my teens, this was towards the nineteen thirties. It was early 1900s, though in the dreams I have these emotions that I am trying to continue something that was 'cut short' and underneath the feelings of confidence and adventurousness, there are feelings of emptiness, fear of being 'tied down' which seemed to be ingrained into the personality in that life by a sort of pent up hostility.

As conflicting as it sounds, the emotions seem to be
what drives the 'enthusiasm' and I have a memory of another
life in the early 1900s of being a young girl on a ship wearing
a yellow dress. My grandmother was the grandmother from
this life. My parents in that life were my mother I am not aware of but my dad's father who walked out on him and my grandmother, or I am getting the feeling that he is someone else from that side of the family. As the ship sinks, I get this overwhelming feeling of isolation, a feeling that I hadn't
been used to. I remember a common looking house though the
location was unknown and remember being told not to sit on
the piano bench so I don't think I got to experience much in
that life. I think this was possibly towards the middle of the
first decade of the 1900s.
 
HI Angella,

It is interesting to me that you have a "fondness" for Egypt and a "coldness" regarding crocodiles. Are you familiar with the ceremonies of Egypt? And the symbolism of the crocodile?
 
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