journey215
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Hello, I'm new here and I've really enjoyed reading your posts. It's amazing, not only what people have remembered but the research you've done to discover historical information about past lives.
I have recently been listening to some audiobooks by Denise Linn and I did a few of the past life regression meditations, just for grins. I didn't really believe. But I think I do now!
I've always had this feeling or dream or memory about a woman in New England. I always thought this came from all the historical novels I read and maybe it did. But, it seems so real. I'm in a small, very neat house with a dirt floor. I'm looking out of a window towards a little town or village. Not a glass window, but a window with a wooden shutter. Sometimes I am cooking in a kettle over an open fire. I can feel my heavy black skirts. The bottom of the skirt is dirty. My back hurts, and I'm hot.
In the recent regression, Denise asked us to start by looking down at our shoes. Wow, I can see them so clearly. They have big gold buckles. I looked at some of the reference material on this site and found similar shoes from the 1730's. That's awesome.
Anyway, I'm wearing a skirt and blouse or shirtwaist type dress, my hair is up, and I'm wearing a hat or bonnet. I think I'm walking home from church. And here's the part that affected me so deeply that I went running to the internet to find out if anyone else had a similar experience: I'm just heartbroken with grief over the death of my little boy. He was five years old and had light brown curly hair. I'm very aware that the people of the town think I should have gotten over it by now, but I can't. I'm angry and I want to cry but I won't. I'm thinking how my boy was worth 10 of them, no a HUNDRED of them, and how can they think I will ever get over losing him. It's so sad I'm almost crying just thinking about it again.
Over the past few days, I think I have remember a little more about this life, it seems that she mellowed out a little after saving a little orphaned rabbit that she kept as a pet. She fed it cow's milk and raw eggs from an eye dropper. That seems like a strange thing to feed an animal but there you go. Later in life she founded a school or a library or something like that and was always considered cold and eccentric . . .
Maybe I'm making all this up but it just seems so real.
Thanks for listening!
Journey
I have recently been listening to some audiobooks by Denise Linn and I did a few of the past life regression meditations, just for grins. I didn't really believe. But I think I do now!
I've always had this feeling or dream or memory about a woman in New England. I always thought this came from all the historical novels I read and maybe it did. But, it seems so real. I'm in a small, very neat house with a dirt floor. I'm looking out of a window towards a little town or village. Not a glass window, but a window with a wooden shutter. Sometimes I am cooking in a kettle over an open fire. I can feel my heavy black skirts. The bottom of the skirt is dirty. My back hurts, and I'm hot.
In the recent regression, Denise asked us to start by looking down at our shoes. Wow, I can see them so clearly. They have big gold buckles. I looked at some of the reference material on this site and found similar shoes from the 1730's. That's awesome.
Anyway, I'm wearing a skirt and blouse or shirtwaist type dress, my hair is up, and I'm wearing a hat or bonnet. I think I'm walking home from church. And here's the part that affected me so deeply that I went running to the internet to find out if anyone else had a similar experience: I'm just heartbroken with grief over the death of my little boy. He was five years old and had light brown curly hair. I'm very aware that the people of the town think I should have gotten over it by now, but I can't. I'm angry and I want to cry but I won't. I'm thinking how my boy was worth 10 of them, no a HUNDRED of them, and how can they think I will ever get over losing him. It's so sad I'm almost crying just thinking about it again.
Over the past few days, I think I have remember a little more about this life, it seems that she mellowed out a little after saving a little orphaned rabbit that she kept as a pet. She fed it cow's milk and raw eggs from an eye dropper. That seems like a strange thing to feed an animal but there you go. Later in life she founded a school or a library or something like that and was always considered cold and eccentric . . .
Maybe I'm making all this up but it just seems so real.
Thanks for listening!
Journey
