Hippy16
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Well...what i have been waiting for has finally happened. I just got finished doing a regression, and before it took me to my past life i asked to go to my most recent past life. I am not completely sure what to make of this, i will need more proof to believe it, but this is just what i saw.The first thing i say is Moreno Valley California, and i see its in the southern part of California. (i will have to look up facts of Moreno valley, to see if anything comes up) so anyways i am in a suburb. There are tons of houses, almost the same, but slightly different. There is a red car in my driveway with a tan leather top. it's smallish, and squarish. my house i can't describe, i will draw it. But i go inside and it reminds my of my house on ftknox. sorta. Well there’s the living room, and i see the kitchen, and the window its real big. then i go back in the hallway, and go into the bedroom. It's my son’s room i say. There are bunk beds, and it is really messy. there are posters on the wall, i thought i saw the rolling stones, but i wasn’t sure. theres a desk, and its really messy. and theres just clothes everywhere, and its cramped. I see a calendar, and is march 1983. i say I am 36, i think. (ok so i calculated and if i was 36, that means i was born 1947 (my last life i died in 47, and assumed i was reborn 1948, and theres no way i could have made that up, i can't do math in my head that quick..if at all) so then in the mirror...i am a woman again? I have permed dark brown hair, almost black. I have a pointy kind of chin, idk, i just noticed my chin, and face. my eyes were the same. i had white tennis shoes, and jeans. and a flannel shirt, but not heavy flannel, light flannel, and i had the sleeves rolled up.( also by the house i saw woods, and a mountain sorta, more like idk, a small mountain. but just a huge subdivision, and i think a city off in the other direction)
so then i go to my work, and immediately see this little store. and outside there is like a display of flowers. and inside there are flowers everywhere, and i am behind the counter, with an apron on. there’s an old man there too. There are also potted flowers hanging from the ceiling. there are cars parked out front. i see a black man at the register and he is buying something from me, and i get a weird feeling.
Then it takes me to my childhood. and i see this brick house, and it's in the north somewhere, maybe Indiana, or Virginia, idk. so inside the living is really nice, and decorated. the table is like designed really cool, and theres a couch, and i see a tv, and oh yeah the left wall is entirely stone, and theres a fire place i think. My mom comes out and she has a housedress on, and her hair is up. I get a weird feeling about her. she seems very distant, and not loving. My dad is nice (i have a dad!) and i sit on his lap and he calls me something, like, smucker or snucks, i dont know. but it was my nickname i guess. and i look at my mom and she looks sad, and not really there. its 1953, and i say i am 6. i have on a knee high dress, and my hair is short and curled under.
then i go to a bad memory. i see some randoms stuff. then i am on the street at night, and theres a tall wooden fence. then theres this man, a black man, and he hits me in the face, and I am crying and pull away from the memory. I'm not sure what happened, I don't really care to know. it was upsetting, and i was around the same age as in the beginning, 36 or so.
then to a happy time, I am sitting in school! and i see the blackboard, one in the front and one in the back. and i am high up, i look out the window. I am the only one in the class, then i walk into the hall way and see students walking to class. I then see this boy and i am talking to him. and he says something. and he has his shirt tucked in, and is alot taller than me. I have my hair flipped, and a headband on my head, and my bangs are weird. i have a white dress and red thick belt. and white shoes. and im holding my books. I didn't get a date, but i looked about 15, so it would have been about 1962 or 63.
Then i just woke up. This was all very weird, I don't really know what to think. It's just the past 2 years i have always gone back to the same life (1909-1947) and now this whole new thing comes up. Alot of it seemed choppy, and i don't know. It's just weird starting to regress to a new life, with nothing filled in. It took me a long while to put some of the puzzle pieces of my first past life together, and now there is a new one. with new problems. and new memories..
Something weird, The first time i regressed i went back to the end of my life, it was 1946 in my very first regression. And now i also returned towards the end of my life. Also when i went to my bedroom in the first few regressions i went to my daughters room instead. which again in this one i started out in my sons room. I wonder if im just not ready to see my own bedroom at first, or i just want to see my kids?well, i honestly don't know what to think. It will take sometime before i accept this as my past life. I will need some more proof..
so then i go to my work, and immediately see this little store. and outside there is like a display of flowers. and inside there are flowers everywhere, and i am behind the counter, with an apron on. there’s an old man there too. There are also potted flowers hanging from the ceiling. there are cars parked out front. i see a black man at the register and he is buying something from me, and i get a weird feeling.
Then it takes me to my childhood. and i see this brick house, and it's in the north somewhere, maybe Indiana, or Virginia, idk. so inside the living is really nice, and decorated. the table is like designed really cool, and theres a couch, and i see a tv, and oh yeah the left wall is entirely stone, and theres a fire place i think. My mom comes out and she has a housedress on, and her hair is up. I get a weird feeling about her. she seems very distant, and not loving. My dad is nice (i have a dad!) and i sit on his lap and he calls me something, like, smucker or snucks, i dont know. but it was my nickname i guess. and i look at my mom and she looks sad, and not really there. its 1953, and i say i am 6. i have on a knee high dress, and my hair is short and curled under.
then i go to a bad memory. i see some randoms stuff. then i am on the street at night, and theres a tall wooden fence. then theres this man, a black man, and he hits me in the face, and I am crying and pull away from the memory. I'm not sure what happened, I don't really care to know. it was upsetting, and i was around the same age as in the beginning, 36 or so.
then to a happy time, I am sitting in school! and i see the blackboard, one in the front and one in the back. and i am high up, i look out the window. I am the only one in the class, then i walk into the hall way and see students walking to class. I then see this boy and i am talking to him. and he says something. and he has his shirt tucked in, and is alot taller than me. I have my hair flipped, and a headband on my head, and my bangs are weird. i have a white dress and red thick belt. and white shoes. and im holding my books. I didn't get a date, but i looked about 15, so it would have been about 1962 or 63.
Then i just woke up. This was all very weird, I don't really know what to think. It's just the past 2 years i have always gone back to the same life (1909-1947) and now this whole new thing comes up. Alot of it seemed choppy, and i don't know. It's just weird starting to regress to a new life, with nothing filled in. It took me a long while to put some of the puzzle pieces of my first past life together, and now there is a new one. with new problems. and new memories..
Something weird, The first time i regressed i went back to the end of my life, it was 1946 in my very first regression. And now i also returned towards the end of my life. Also when i went to my bedroom in the first few regressions i went to my daughters room instead. which again in this one i started out in my sons room. I wonder if im just not ready to see my own bedroom at first, or i just want to see my kids?well, i honestly don't know what to think. It will take sometime before i accept this as my past life. I will need some more proof..
I've recently had memories of a life I first remembered ten years ago -- that kind of got "shelved."
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