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with us from one lifetime to another, think how this affects us. It may have much to do with feelings you have in this life.
Two of the more traumatic memories I have of past lives were spontaneous, but triggered by meeting up with the people who had played key roles in those lives.
The life I wrote of was as a male in the Southern US. Another life was as a wet nurse for one of the royal families in England. That one was pretty interesting.
I have always had some dread of English history. Did not want to read or study anything about it. I mean, actively repulsed.
There was also this fear of opening a door to a hallway and being somewhere else, sort of like a Twilight Zone story. When I was in my mid thirties I met a young man who I fell head over heels for. Well, ;-) not that far as I was a committed married woman. But I could not take my mind off the young man. Then one afternoon I was in the children's bedroom and opened the door to enter the hallway and I was somewhere else entirely. I was opening the door to a house and there was a soldier standing there telling me, " He's dead". I screamed and nearly fainted and then I was jolted back to current time. In that flash of the other time, I understood the whole story.
I was a wet nurse to one of the Henrys, I think. I had raised him and was a trusted servant to the royals. The child I had nursed and raised, had fathered a baby of his own and wanted to hide him from those who wanted to get rid of the child. He asked me to take care of the boy.
I must have felt I had some position of power for the favor and asked for a household to be set up and a husband for myself as I'd already lost one husband to the service of the king. Lordy, pretty ballsy making demands of a monarch. But I couched it in terms of safeguarding the royal child and hiding the true identity of the infant.
The king asked his inside circle of guards if anyone would agree to be my husband and one of them volunteered. We were just getting to know one another and I was head over heels in lust, when my soldier/husband had to leave for service. And we are back to where I began this story, with me opening the door to the news of the death of my beloved.
That's all I remember. I would love to dig into the history and find out if I can prove out any of this. I want to travel in England someday but have a bit of trepidation at what I may recognize and going through those feelings again.
The time I saw other lives was when I asked to see them. One was in Egypt, one in a buddhist temple in high mountains, and one as a native American at the time of my death.
So Red Out, ask and see what happens. All I did was lay down on my bed, get into a very relaxed state and ask to see anything that I might be working on from a past life.
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