Scotland

There is something going on with me and Scotland that I don't fully grasp myself as yet.

Lately, I keep flashing into Scotland, during a period some 300-400 years or so ago. Some of my earliest (in this life) past life memory experiences are from that time and place. Indeed, my first ever post on the forum was on that subject.

I grew up remembering things. At first, when I was very small, I never questioned it. It just was what it was. I noticed before long though that certain behaviour was considered odd and learned to hide it.

For example one time when I was about four or so I was at a party with my parents and some Scottish music came on the stereo and I just knew how to do it, and started dancing - I knew how to hold my hands and how to do the hopping on one leg thingy they do.

My parents' friends thought this was very cute and asked my parents how long I had been having lessons. My parents were a little dumbstruck (I still remember my mother's expression a mixture of confusion, pride and fear) as I was not getting lessons of course.

My feet just knew what to do and it was fun and up I hopped and started dancing around gleefully because I heard the music and it was irresistible to me - one fist on one hip and the other hand in the air. I remember thinking rather regretfully that I wished I had a kilt and proper shoes instead of my party shoes which made it a bit hard to do it properly...

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This is another one I wrote fairly early on describing another Scottish experience:

...I remember being at the Royal Agricultural Show (like a County Fair for my American friends) and seeing a parade of bagpipes going around the arena and I could recall a battle scene in old Scotland, blood, smoke, screams, etc. and of course, the pipes brought it all back vividly to mind. I would have been about 5.

Last night I was sort of meditating on this experience and I remembered looking at my mother with big eyes and asking something like "Mummy, did you have bagpipes in the war?". She looked at me a bit oddly and said "No darling. That's a funny question"....

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I have remembered various (mostly quite disturbing) battle scenes from that time, which I don't need to trouble everyone else with (just take my word for it ). But I haven't been able to get any further into this particular Scottish life. As is often the way, it feels as though it is 'on the tip of my tongue' but I just can't get to it. There must be more (there always is) but I don't know what it is.

I was reading some of Charles Stuart's writings about 'The Bonny Prince', etc. and all of that just gives me 'goosebumps' for want of a better word. I'm sure it must have been about that time. The 'Skye Boat Song' "Speed bonny boat, like a bird on the wing over the sea to Skye...." has always made me feel teary from early childhood for no good reason...

Last night I was talking to someone about the film 'Highlander' and I remembered how it made me feel all strange and goosebumpy when it came out, 20 or more years ago. Not just the swords and battles and all (me being me) but the theme of 'immortality' - especially the love story bit ... Of course, it's rather a silly film really (although you have to love the soundtrack by Queen). But there was something about this guy and his secret 'other life' that appealed to me and I certainly identified with. Back then (20 years ago) I had not really looked into what was going on with me and the whole 'reincarnation' thing, but the film certainly touched me in many ways. I remember being absolutely moved and excited by it - the idea of being 'immortal' and somewhat world weary with it and the feeling that those you love die and disappear, but you go on and so forth somehow touched a deep chord in me at the time. This evening I was just messing about looking for a clip of the film... and again with the 'waterworks'.

I don't even know what I'm trying to describe, but something is coming up in my 'subconcious' - that's for sure! No doubt (probably) it has something to do with my friend X I get that 'vibe' ... I will have to ponder on it more deeply. A few times in the past couple of weeks I have tried meditating on it, but my mind just refuses to cooperate and wants to skip away, so it's probably something 'dire' .... Hey ho.

Highlander:

I've just been poking around and I think, judging by the clothing, the 'vibe' and so forth, that all this must have been around some time before the Battle of Culloden (1740s).


http://www.nts.org.uk/Culloden/PPF/BeforeCulloden/


Certainly I remember a lot of battles and we were winning them on the whole, whereas Culloden was a massive defeat for 'The Bonny Prince' (and the poor old soldiers of course bore the brunt).


Maybe that terrible defeat at Culloden is the battle I remembered in the story above? I read that the bagpipes and such were henceforth banned by the Brittish after Culloden, along with wearing the kilt and tartans and such, so maybe that's why something about the bagpipes (and Scottish dancing and other displays of 'nationalism') so excited me back in my childhood somehow? Certainly I have taken a look at some images of the field of Culloden and it kind of looks familiar, but a field is a field after all - they tend to look a bit alike.


Interesting anyway. I was never much interested in politics back then and probably wouldn't have understood it too well anyway, but I wonder why now all of a sudden this is top of mind? No doubt all will be revealed in due course...

Hello Tanguerra, dear friend. Reading this gave me some goosebumps! I too have an uncanny allure to this time and Scotland. I have no clue why...only an emotional pull. A year or two ago I was fortunate to go to a concert put on by the "Black Watch." I had no idea who they were or what music they played, I was simply invited in a spur of the moment kinda thing. I believe I wrote about that night somewhere here on the forum. Any way as the house light went down one could hear in the distance a lone bag piper playing...the music seemed to be getting closer, and close growing in volume and then more and more pipers joined in and all of the sudden they were filing in to the auditorium from every direction and I was so overwhelmed emotionally that I wanted to cry in some exhilarating way. The lady in front of me did break down! Oh man! It was powerful.


There have been many facets of my life that have drawn me to the Celtic and Scottish times. Yet to this day I have no clue why. It seems to be a major trait of my soul, of that I'm sure. And YES, those movies all speak loudly too me. Braveheart leaves me teary eyed and nostalgic everytime. i so want to know more...and I'm certain sooner or later it'll hit me. OR maybe it already has and I'm too cluttered to see it


Thanks for sharing this!!


Tman

Thanks Tinkerman.


Last night I was going to sleep and thinking about this and tears started rolling down my cheeks. I tried to work out what the sadness was and all I could get was a feeling of at the moment of death in that life, which I think must have occurred during a battle, that I was terribly sad that I would never see my 'sweetheart' again although I had promised I would come home. Perhaps more information will come to light before long.

I still have the tartan from the days when I reenacted as a member of the 84th Highland Immigrants of 1778. (No, we didn't have underwear) :thumbsup:

Thanks for sharing tanguerra :thumbsup:


Although I don't believe that our lives are mapped out for us in every detail before we are born, I do believe that certain 'markers', or 'waypoints' are put in place, and then how we reach them is down to us. We walk through life using our free will, but I do believe in an invisible 'divine hand' that gently nudges us onto a certain course towards these 'life lessons'.


Sometimes I think these memories that seem to surface for no apparent reason, often do so just before you are about to meet someone important from that past life, or just before you are about to reach one of these small milestones in your life?


Just one of my theories : angel


Chris

Yes Chris. I think there is definitely something going on. I have been thinking about it all a bit today but I haven't got any really clear insights. I just have a generally 'upset' feeling about the whole thing. Going over my personal timeline I'm pretty sure that was the last life I spent doing any fighting as such. It's the last time I remember being male for sure. Ever since then I'm pretty sure I've been female (if you view time in a straight line).


I know I was well and truly sick of it all (fighting) by then. Certainly I was very good at it and I remember various battles when I was more than competent at it (gory details you don't need to know). I remember teaching younger men how to fight, but I get a feeling of the 'weariness' of it all - or maybe 'disgust' is a better word...


I most certainly don't glorify war or fighting in any way now (or then). It is a very primitive and stupid way of settling differences after all. I don't actually feel any kind of romanticism about 'Bonny Prince Charlie', bagpipes or kilts or any of that stuff. There was nothing 'romantic' about it if you were there, after all.


Part of why the Highlander film touched me though (apart from the battles in kilts and all that) is to do with the way the hero lived with his 'secret' - his immortality. That is certainly part of it. I have felt like a bit of an outsider since I can remember with this strange ability I have of remembering past lives and the need to hide it from people and try to act normal and fit in so as not to startle people. The majority of people, after all have no idea that they too are immortal. They worry about death and fuss about silly things and are afraid of all kinds of nonsense and don't know the difference between what is important in life and what is immaterial (which is material things on the whole...) I find it a bit tedious sometimes to smile and pretend to sympathise with some levels of the silliness that goes on. I'm not complaining. I'd rather have it than not have it, but still... sometimes it is a bit isolating not being able to talk about it. Thank goodness for you guys!


There is something deeper again lurking I know, but it will float up all by itself in time. It usually does.

Tanguerra and others, as I reread this thread and pondered the "big picture" I wonder if what we are doing is recalling our past lives in a nebulous fashion because the emotion of those times was so powerful. What I seem to believe is that these eras were closing times. They were the end of certain cultures and the beginnings of others. As I think of the destruction, murder and rape of certain peoples the sadness and anxiety of those last warriors touches my very core. The falling tribes of Scotland, The last days of the great societies: Rome, Greece, heck even the Aztec...the destruction of America's Native people, all were epic in their destruction. For those last peoples, seeing their way of life end must have been traumatic.


The past lives I know of involve the end of a society or a way of life. The Scottish, the native American and in some ways my pioneering grandfather who fled Europe and his homeland of Germany as the terror of poverty war and disease decimated his home. My greatest sadness to this day is remembering them, my loved ones and a beautiful way of life, marred by the erosion humankind.


Tanguerra I shared those tears with you today. This morning was especially difficult...so many ethereal spirits tugging at my soul. Must be the weather.


Tman

Hi Tinkerman,


I was thinking this morning about geopolitics and 'karma' funnily enough, cause and effect: bad behaviour and consequent suffering. I was reading an article about General David Petraeus (in Vanity Fair - as you do). On the whole he seems like an intelligent and sincere enough sort of a person doing a difficult job to the best of his considerable ability.


I was pondering the mindset of the 'warrior'; his place in the world, why we still need them (we do, sadly) and so forth. I don't want to get into any arguments about rights and wrongs or go into a specific political debate, but I was thinking about how countries reap what they sow, just as people do by their actions, sometimes not right away - sometimes many 'lifetimes' later. For example, the current conflicts going on between the US and its allies in the Middle East have their seeds in foreign policy (and business) decisions made over the past 100 years or more. Really these conflicts have their roots in unfairness and inequity which began long ago, not to mention general animosity dating back to the crusades...


War is a horrible, expensive and brutal way to try to settle issues. It seems though, that we have to keep learning these lessons again and again each generation. The 'public' often appears to be supportive of the idea of a war at the start. Enthusiasm is easily whipped up with speeches and streamers, flags and parades. The drums of national pride begin to beat in every chest. But they soon change their tune when confronted by the reality of it, when the coffins start coming home, when the wounded - walking and otherwise - begin to return.


Wars, just as the struggle between England and Scotland was, are always about money in the end. The money, of course, is ultimately about power. It would be nice if one fine day we could work out a better way to distribute resources (and power) equitably, rather than by taking them from others by force just because we can. How much suffering could be averted? The tears of how many widows and parents would be saved?


At least though, back in the days of Bonnie Prince Charlie, the king would often actually ride out to battle with his men and often be accompanied by his own sons. Even if they tended to keep a safe distance from the front line, at least they could see the war with their own eyes. Maybe more modern leaders should be compelled to do this and we would see less inclination to find military solutions to economic issues? Surely it's time we moved beyond that kind of thing?


I don't know, just some musings.

This afternoon I went out to listen to a band with some friends. Before the band began they were tuning up and plugging in and so on and the fiddle player and the drummer started just messing around with a Scottish folk tune, just for fun (they usually play more sort of western swing / pop type of music). I thought, good heavens this Scottish thing is following me around!


Anyway a few minutes later a big, tall man walked in carrying a baby in a back pack thing. I thought, Aw, how cute! (as you do). Then the man lifted the little child up and something about this big guy and the way he so tenderly lifted the little child out of the backpack and held him in his arms made my eyes fill up with tears. I realised it was not just my 'sweetheart' that I knew I would never see again back then in Scotland, but also my little son. I had to pretend I had something in my eye for a minute or two until I could get hold of myself.

Hi, Tanguerra, I've had experiences much like yours. When I was little, I made something like a kilt for my older brother's GI Joe action figure (how's that for playing with dolls? :laugh And who can help but be stirred by the sound of skirling bagpipes and the martial roll of drums? If there's any kind of sound that will haunt you from life to life it's that.


When I was an adolescent I listened to the Thistle and Shamrock all the time (it's a public radio show that features Celtic Music, and it's still on the air after 25 years! ) Listening to this old folk music, esp. music about the Jacobite uprisings, caused me to experience snippets of 3 different past lives -- the earliest being a life where I fought in the Jacobite uprising of 1745. If you read Charles Stuart's Descendant of Kings you know that up until Culloden the Jacobites pretty much were winning every battle ... so were you in that uprising, too?


I must admit I've been thinking a lot about that time myself since I read Charles's account not long ago. There is something particularly poignant and sad about that time, as Tinkerman said, it really represented the death of a whole way of life for the highlanders. The clan system was dismantled, and the highlands and islands were cleared for raising sheep.


Maybe one of the reasons this stuff is coming up now is that Western civilization is facing another end point soon. At least that's how I feel about it. Our way of life has become unsustainable. (I guess I better stop now before I go on some political rant ... )

I also feel connections with Scotland.


I have a hearing defect that means it can be difficult for me to hear correctly when conditions are not perfect such as when there is extrainious noise. Accents are also troublesome for me. It is often difficult for me to understand what someone is saying when they have a broad accent however a Scottish accent is one I have never had problems with. I also have a very strong interest in Scottish folk music.


A drop of a pure double malt doesn't go amiss either:thumbsup:

I've had several past lives in Scotland, but here is one battle memory. I believe now it happened at the end of the 1200's.


These have probably nothing to do with my past lives, but I do love the Scottish accent and am passionate about smoky single malts (mostly from Isley).


Karoliina

Scotland


I too have a love for anything Scottish, all the way from Haggis to Uilleann Pipes, and love Bagpipe music (and always have), and as it goes, I would even stand for the playing of "Scotland the Brave".


Even though my Father came from a "German" named family, my Mother's side was Scotch-Irish with all of the Scottish attributes (red hair, thrifty, stubborn, reserved and so on), especially my Grandmother who looked after me when I was a child.


Sadly all of them have passed on now, but if I knew then what I know now, I would have questioned them about their memories, but back then they didn't talk about such things, so now I wonder about perhaps a past life in Scotland.

hydrolad said:

I too have a love for anything Scottish, all the way from Haggis to Uilleann Pipes, and love Bagpipe music (and always have), and as it goes, I would even stand for the playing of "Scotland the Brave".

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I love the Uilleaan pipes too. I prefer them indoors as they are no where near as loud as Scottish Bagpipes however the Uilleann pipes are Irish lol


http://www.irelandseye.com/aarticles/culture/music/traditional/ulil.shtm

Scotland


Good point, I thought about this right after I had posted it.


I not sure where the confusion about anything from Scotland and also Ireland comes in to the mix, because I love both lands.


Perhaps I was Irish and then moved to Scotland in a past life, or perhaps because in this lifetime I had ancestors who were Scotch-Irish, who knows?


Oddly enough, I have loved Bagpipe music early on (even as a very young child) and it's been said "You either love them or you hate them", but my love for the Uilleann pipes came much, much later in life.


I love to watch Rick Steves on PBS and if the program isn't about Scotland or Ireland, I might find something else to watch!

hydrolad said:

I not sure where the confusion about anything from Scotland and also Ireland comes in to the mix, because I love both lands. Perhaps I was Irish and then moved to Scotland in a past life, or perhaps because in this lifetime I had ancestors who were Scotch-Irish, who knows?

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One thing to keep in mind, is that Irish and Scots were cousins for a very long time, and much culture was exchanged, especially between the more northern counties of Ireland and Scotland's mainland and islands.

The Uilleann pipes are very similar in sound only a lot quieter. I'm sure a lot of people who like the Bagpipes,also like the Uilleann pipes.

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This afternoon I went out to listen to a band with some friends. Before the band began they were tuning up and plugging in and so on and the fiddle player and the drummer started just messing around with a Scottish folk tune, just for fun (they usually play more sort of western swing / pop type of music). I thought, good heavens this Scottish thing is following me around!
Anyway a few minutes later a big, tall man walked in carrying a baby in a back pack thing. I thought, Aw, how cute! (as you do). Then the man lifted the little child up and something about this big guy and the way he so tenderly lifted the little child out of the backpack and held him in his arms made my eyes fill up with tears. I realised it was not just my 'sweetheart' that I knew I would never see again back then in Scotland, but also my little son. I had to pretend I had something in my eye for a minute or two until I could get hold of myself.

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I just realised neither the son nor the sweetheart in this Scottish love story/tragedy has anything to do with X. This whole Scottish thing is 'something else'. This is something both old and new. (I hope? Do I?)

There's defintely a disturbance of some sort going on in my 'psyche'. That's for sure. Who wants to live forever?

I've been trying to do some work on 'Scotland' the past week or so. Writing recently about one of my earliest or certainly more vivid past life memories, when I was a little child, brought it all back to the 'surface' again.

...The first time I heard bagpipes in real life it really 'did something to me'. I didn't really know why at the time. ...I'm pretty sure they were playing

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I've been dishing out advice about how to do this whole meditation thing, and also having a bit of a go at it myself. Practising a few techniques, and I realise I'm a bit rusty at it. I've got out of the habit recently, distracted by other things...saving the world and so on. But it's nagging at me. So, hey ho! Let's find out what's going on.


So far all I've got is a flash of me and my brothers as boys going out early one morning to hunt rabbits. It's quite a joyous memory. All I get is a flash of the backs of their skinny knees, scampering ahead of me over hill and dale, clambering over rocks, and me trying to keep up with them, but feeling very wild and free...

I've had 'flashes" of a blond Scotsman hiding behind a rock, watching the Sassenach go by, but like you, never seem to have time to pursue the connection. The first time I heard bagpipes, I wept. Scotsmen in kilts make me "weak at the knees", but that may have an all too "earthy' reason. : angel I heard someone say the name "Robert Frasier" the other day, and felt like I was going to "swoon". I think that was PL related, but don't think I was a Frasier, more likely a "shirt-tail" connection to the Stuarts. Even as a little child, I turned around and answered to that surname, even though it's nowhere in my family tree. I guess we both have some meditation to catch up on, Tanguerra.

BriarRose said:

Even as a little child, I turned around and answered to that surname, even though it's nowhere in my family tree.

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Interesting. Can you tell us more about that?

For maybe encouraging rememberance of Scottish or Celtic connections, I don't know if I can suggest a few books on here? I've been drawn to and read all three of the lately, and whilst fantasy and fiction, they are written so vividly and with such colour, I feel that cannot help but make one remember. (I have to admit, I do not read fantasy, but found these in a youth hostel, so they passed me the time! and well worth it too )


The first is Sophia's secret, by Susanna Kearsley (which actually has a PL theme within in). The other two are called The paradise war and Silver hand by Stephen Lawhead (part of a triogy called Song of Allbion). They are very much worth checking out.

Argonne, there was a teacher at my school when I was in first grade who was named "Mrs. Stuart". She had an aura of warmth and comfort for me, although I wasn't in her class. I told my mother that we had a Stuart relative at the school. She said that we had no relatives by that name. After my work on Ancestry.com, I realized that was true, but I still do a double-take when I hear the name, and think "that's me". I guess I should check out the relationship between the Frasiers and Stuarts, particularly during one of the "Risings". Actually, the spelling "Stewart" feels more "on point".


Thank you, Lynette. I will look for those books. Fantasy or not, I enjoy a good "read".

You might find this interesting BriarRose.


Stewarts and Stuarts

Origins of the clan
The Stewart family records its traditional descent from Banquo, Thane of Lochaber, who makes an appearance as a character in William Shakespeare's Macbeth. Historically, however, the family appears to be descended from a mediaeval family who were seneschals of Dol in Brittany, the earliest recorded being Flaald.[2][3]


They acquired lands in England after the Norman conquest, and moved to Scotland with many other Anglo-Norman families when David I ascended to the throne of Scotland. The family was granted extensive estates in Renfrewshire and in East Lothian and the office of High Steward of Scotland was made hereditary in the family....


...The royal line of male Stewarts continued uninterrupted until the reign of Mary, Queen of Scots. Mary's son James VI and descendents, monarchs of Great Britain and Ireland from 1603 to 1714, continued to use the surname Stuart as they were descended from Mary's second husband, Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley a member of the clan Stewart of Darnley. It was around this time that the second and interchangeable spelling of the name Stuart became common allegedly through the French influence of Mary's upbringing. Members of this Stewart line were later found in Kintyre, Argyll from the early 1600s. Living members of this family (discovered after yDNA matching, approved by the Stewart Society in Edinburgh) can be found in the United Kingdom, Canada and the United States....

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I also note with interest their colours were blue and yellow. Coincidence? Perhaps. I think not.


I've written in a different thread about my memories of Poland and my experience of first being a helpless child, then the next life a big strong fighting man taking 'red hot revenge' on those who committed what today would be described as 'war crimes' against children and Jews (but there was a lot of that going on back then). However checking the dates, the Jewish massacres, the 'Khmelnytsky Uprisings' in the Ukraine, etc took place in the mid-1600s.

The Khmelnytsky Uprising,[1] was a Cossack rebellion in Ukraine between the years 1648–1657 which turned into a Ukrainian war of liberation from Poland. Under the command of Hetman Bohdan Khmelnytsky, the Zaporozhian Cossacks allied with the Crimean Tatars, and the local peasantry, fought several battles against the armies and paramilitary forces of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. The result was an eradication of the control of the Polish szlachta and their Jewish intermediaries, and the end of ecclesiastical jurisdiction for the Latin Rite Catholics (as well as Karaites, and other arendators) over the country....

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Perhaps it's no accident both of these lives are 'coming up' for me at the moment?


The battle of Culloden was in 1745. The Polish regiment I recall gives every appearance of being this one, the Uhlan, which was active around 1807-15. So, perhaps I made a 'detour' via Scotland between these two (if you look at time in a straight line)?


Poland: http://www.reincarnationforum.com/threads/poland.1284/#post-27616

I do find the change of spelling from "Stewart", to "Stuart" interesting, Tanguerra. If I was a Scott, it may have been before James I. In my own case, I am wary of making connections with Culloden. It's exactly the thing that a person like myself would do, who has too much romantic imagination, and has read too many books. You may be "cut from a different tartan", and more reality based. By the way, I bought things with the Royal Stewart Tartan on them, before I could distinguish one plaid from another. My husband wears it at every chance he gets (unfortunately, not one of those sexy kilts!) There's a version of the plaid called "antique". I like it best. I will check when it was last used. Mostly, my "evidence" is all circumstantial, except for the scrap of what must have been childhood "memory". In your case, it seems that you would have had "time" to have been both your Polish officer, and at Culloden. I just remembered - the first time I heard the pipes, I was around 17. I remember sobbing, "They hanged him". (?) I don't quite trust myself not to have been fanciful at that age (still am)!

BriarRose said:

... I just remembered - the first time I heard the pipes, I was around 17. I remember sobbing, "They hanged him". (?) I don't quite trust myself not to have been fanciful at that age (still am)!

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Doesn't sound fanciful to me at all. They used to hang a lot of people back then! Music is often a strong trigger for me and others.

I'm in a similar position, BriarRose! Not sure how much I've mentioned of this, but I begged my parents to allow me to join the Scottish Tartan Society as a small child (of all things! Haha! And I even made them buy me a Scottish Terrier!). I was always bizarrely obsessed with James Graham, the 1st Marquis of Montrose. I've had some dreams of Scotland, unlike any other dreams I've ever had, as a woman comforting young men as they readied for battle. I saw more of this during a self-regression and explored the battle camp.


I've been cautiously investigating the Graham connection, as, much like you said, it seems the kind of romantic thing I'd imagine! Waiting to confirm anything with historical facts until I've got more info to check, but I'm wary about the whole thing. Still, it would be nice to find a link!

It is easy to imagine you at such a time and place, comforting the young men before battle, Whippoorwill. It's nice to speak with another Tartan fanatic. After doing some research, I found I have bits of china in the Royal Stewart, and some things in "Dress Stewart". I am also drawn to "Hunting Stewart". One thing that I found attractive about my husband was the plaid shirts he often wears. He told me other women called them "tacky". Oh no, my fine lad! I think I might have been named Rose Stewart, but there are many thousands of those, which makes research difficult. A friend is doing a regression for me next weekend. Maybe more details will come. For now, I'll settle for tea and a scone. I'll be using the Tartan Mug that I couldn't bear to put away after Christmas.

I remembered some more last night. I couldn't sleep and was restless, so in trying to relax I thought I'd practice a bit of Active Meditation for the exercise if nothing else. I relaxed for a bit then just let myself just 'go' wherever I wished. I sort of slip my mind into 'neutral', but I'm by no means asleep ...


I was a little boy, wrapped in wolf skins, snuggled up, happily asleep. It was a great feeling of peace and safety, but I was awakened by a commotion. It was night, but against the night sky we could see fire. My father and brothers were away (fighting?). There was only me (I was the youngest boy, maybe 10 or so - too young to go with the others) and my mother and sisters. People (I get the feeling they were other Scots, not English) were attacking the nearby village. We were somewhat away from there, where it was all happening, tucked away in some little valley. We kept sheep, hence the wolf skin bed clothes (I just knew [we used to trap them to deter them from taking our sheep]). My mother put out the fire and any lights, gathered up the children, and we hid inside our little house/hut until daybreak hoping they wouldn't know we were there...


Then I had another flash of being a bit older, a teenager and it happened again, but worse this time.They took all our food, burned all the houses (shades of Poland). Again I felt a terrible rage at the injustice of it and a terrible urge for revenge... With winter coming on the whole village, women, children, everyone, packed up and moved to somewhere else to avoid starving. The men (by now I felt part of them) were forming up into a larger group for the safety of all... we were going somewhere further 'north'.


Active meditation: http://www.reincarnationforum.com/threads/active-meditation.1172/