I thought it's time to share why I started this thread :
The very reason why I hesitated to post this past life memory earlier is because I don't want to be kept crazy – and I don’t blame anybody to be suspicious – maybe I would be as well.
Only very few people ( till now
) know about it – but as two wonderful people from this forum encouraged me to share this memory – I finally decided to do so.
I am not running around claiming to have been this person - however there are strong indications and my feelings tell me that I have been - he was nobody great - more thanks to Shakespeare a bit known.
To cut a long story short this is what happened:
Approximately 1994 - I lived in Geneva and got to know a regression therapist and went for my first guided regression - 3 lives came up - 2 of which I was not surprised at all - one most probably the incarnation before this life - as an Indian female - nothing special - the second as a native American - difficult to say when - feelings 17th, 18th century - guess Hopi - the life which took me totally by surprise was the first one - the one of which I got the most details - and this was before I was aware of my past life connections to the UK.
I saw myself as a young boy - about 4 years old - on the terrace of a castle - I knew this was England - I saw the old king and my mother whom I immediately recognized as one of my best friends - a wonderful lady - both of us knew that she was a mother to me in at least one most certainly more previous incarnations.
A bit later in this life - still as a boy I was strolling around - outside the castle grounds - I sneaked away secretly - I met an old hermit – somewhat dressed like a monk - with whom I had an interesting talk - this was only our first meeting - we met more often later - he told me that I won't live beyond my 40th birthday - being a young boy I did not give too much importance to that – we had more interesting talks about nature and God – but I can’t remember any details.
The next scene was when the old king had died - I still see myself at his deathbed - and I knew I was the new king - and the thought which I had was 'gosh I am not ready for this!' than I had a few glimpses - like riding and hunting with friends -and a couple more unimportant events - and than there was this final scene when the castle was invaded by some soldiers - I knew this was going to be my end and I was somewhat prepared for it - I just wanted to make sure that this young girl was safe - after that I entered the main hall where I was stabbed to death with a big sword - I don't have any negative thoughts of this moment - I knew it was going to happen - so no revenge no trauma - if at all a certain kind of amusement. I also saw myself barred up and as I was the king in full armour - my soul was floating somewhat under this body and I thought ' strange I am dead now - shouldn’t I be floating above the body?'
It took me about a week after this regression till I actually thought :well if this was not just a tribal chief I might find something historically about him - and having little to no knowledge of English history - yes I knew the names of the kings - but had no clue when they reigned - I went to the next bookshop and bought a book on English history - my mission was to find a king who became king as a minor and died before his 40th birthday - and I found one Richard II) - and when I read about his day of birth it went hot and cold down my spine - as we are born on the very same day - I know this is no proof as millions and more are born on the 6th of January - however in that connection it just told me something.
The wonderful lady, whom I immediately recognized as my mother in that life, was the most elegant lady I knew and I consider myself so lucky that we were meant to meet in this life - we both knew that she was my mother before and there was no question I could not ask - without having an answer - she was a teacher without teaching - her colour was white and long before this regression she gave me a white glass bird - which still has his place of honour on our windowsill - the mother of Richard II was Joan of Kent - 'the white Lady of Kent'! – known also for having been quite spiritual – Joan of Kent’s historical birthday is only a couple of days apart from my friend’s birthday ( same star sign ).
My favourite name for a girl was always Isabella - if I had had a daughter I would have loved to call her Isabella - Richard’s second wife was Isabella - she was a child of 7 years old - so the marriage was not consummated - he treated her kindly as the daughter he never had. When I was little – in the Tyrol Austria , in the 1960s - I had a kindergarten mate whose name was Richard - and as I only heard the German pronunciation I thought there is something odd with this pronunciation - till I heard the first time the name pronounced in English and I immediately thought - that' s right - same thing with the name of Edward - also in this life my great grandfather was Edward – though the German version; Eduard - and I always thought ' that's wrong' till I heard it the first time in English and I just knew that that was the correct way – again Edward is one of my favourite names for a boy.
3 1/2 years ago I moved to Leeds - about 15 miles from Pontefract where Richard died - we went there - and there is a sign where he was supposed to have died - I just knew that that was not the place but that the actual place was in the big hall - off course I only told my husband about that.
I am grateful for any comments.
Clivia