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I remember a lot of past lives. My most recent life was as a woman named Emma or Anna (left brain stuff like names are a lot less clear to me).. I was
born in the Martha vineyards area of Connecticut and my father was a doctor. I was an only and rather spoiled child, with a mom and dad who doted on
me although my dad was frequently unfaithful to my mother. We had one of those lovely victorian beach access houses where you could sit in the back
veranda and watch the water lap up on the beach, plus nice clothes and such, so my mother put up with his infidelity without much todo.
I fell in love with a fellow and he wanted to go west... unfortunately his 'west' was nebraska (mine of course was Oregan with its ocean beaches)
and I spent the better part of 35 sucky years out on the plains of nebraska with a 2 day wagon ride to town for supplies 2 times a year, and nothing
else to look forward to but back breaking labor as we tried to eke a living out of the soil. I remember I brought a little tree with me to plant in
our new home, but the poor little thing just couldn't get enough water and died in a couple of years.
I had three sons (probably why I didn't want any kids this life! *lol*) all of whom left when they got old enough. My oldest finished my journey west
and ended up in Astoria, where he did quite well with his fishing boat. He soon had a fleet, and spent the summers out at sea.
When my husband died, I got him buried, brushed the dirt off my hands and was on the very next train to Oregon to live with my son. The farm my
husband had poured his life into was abandoned. None of my sons wanted it, and I for sure just wanted to get away from that living hell of a life.
The first time I went to Astoria in this life, my first thought was "wow this place has changed!" I felt confused though because I realized I
hadn't ever been there before, even checked with my now-ex-hubby to see if he remembered us being there before. Although it didn't really fit at the
time, I finally just concluded that I must have gotten it confused with the town my grandma lived in, which was hilly and also has a lot of the old
Victorian homes.
Now though I know why. I spent the last years of my life there. Probably the better part of 20 years. I lived into my late 80's, maybe even early
90's. Even now, going by the Flavel Mansion there in Astoria makes me grit my teeth... I almost instinctively say "It should be mine!!" My son was
going to build me a big mansion like that, he said. But could be, he was just trying me to stop being so jealous and stop being such a cranky old
woman! *lol* I think I made he and his wife lives miserable because I felt like i had lost so much in my life due to living in Nebraska all those
years. But my son was dutiful and wouldn't hear of moving me out somewhere.
But when I was dying, all my sons and their wives came... this was in the early 50's so transportation wasn't such an issue. They were all there
around my bed when I died. It didn't hurt.. it was more just like drifting away. Kind of a relief actually. I was soo tired of living.
And I do remember a lot of other lives, but they are a bit more fragmented. Most importantly though, I think, is that I have remembered the life in
which I arrived here on earth on the back of a dragon. But most definitely NOT as a human. But when I died, I ended up in a human body, and I can see
how that happened to a LOT of us, and that most of us are actually not human in origins either.
The first time I remembered a past life was with the help of a past life regression, but since then, I've learned that if there is some kind of
anomaly like a strange fear, or intense longing, or a fascination with some time and place in history, it is quite likely that I am reacting to things
from other of my past lives, bleeding thru my connection to the racial unconscious. Since that connection is a right brain thing, where the
imagination also resides, the NWO bunch have pushed us very hard to believe anything coming out of our right brain must be 'imagination', when in
fact about half the time it is information coming to us thru the racial unconscious connection.