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Originally Posted by Pequena Estrela
asearcher - I agree that I must be of some interest to him, indeed why else would he bother. But it's a strange one because he always pushed me away and gave me to understand that I couldn't possibly measure up to his ex who was oh so wonderful. So wonderful because she cheated on him. Yeah right - not what I would call wonderful. I showed him how much I cared about him but only got contempt in return. He pushed me away in a very painful way. Why he is now doing this is anyone's guess. Bit childish really, if he wants anything he can call on the phone or email me or whatever, like normal people do. Weird indeed!
Yes I remember a life thousands of years ago, it was beautiful. I was with my soulmate then and I was so happy being with him. I remembered a lot of details during past life regressions but also had spontaneous regressions and I have so many memories. I long to go home to my time and my country. I don't seem to belong here at all.
I remember so much of it because the time that I lived in is my soul's real home, it's where I want to go back to. I retain so much of our ancient culture that I don't even notice it, but people point out to me that I do things differently to how they are now being done and then I notice.
The tradition of dressing women in wedding dresses for their burial seems to have been common, or maybe it still is, in Southern Europe. Not sure if that's still being done. I think it might be a Catholic tradition. Since women in Europe tend to wear white for their wedding, it might be a way to indicate purity because that's the original meaning of white dress - to indicate spiritual purity. It's still being used in wedding dresses to show that a woman is a virgin, though nowadays of course I doubt that many brides are still so untouched.
In South Asia however, white is the color for mourning. White dress gets worn by widows in India - simple white saree without any jewelry. For their wedding, South Asian women wear red saree or shalwar kameez (depending on the region). But even there it's still reflected that white is the color of purity because mourning should be done with a pure heart.
The idea of wearing white to indicate purity originates in my time and in my country.
As for the pin in the head, I can only remember having heard of this very vaguely. There is another tradition, in South Eastern Europe (Romania) where they put a stone in the dead person's mouth to prevent them from returning as a vampire. The belief in vampires is very strong in that region. I don't know a lot about that though, but apparently they also at times put a stake through the heart of the dead person for the same reason. Very macabre indeed!
I wish I could share more with you about my past life but don't want to do it on here, it's too public. Someone might think I'm showing off but that's not my intention.
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Hi, God he sounds like a real inconsiderate prick. He had his chance and he blew it. No one has the right to make anyone feel less than anyone else either. I've heard of this before. 2 people who belong to others in real life but one of them start to visit the other through dreams, astral. Thank you so much for sharing the information about your past life, it sounds wonderful. I can relate to feeling like you are leaving something real sacred and vulnerable of yourself when sharing like that and I appreciate you having the guts to do so. If you like you are more than welcome to share more of it in a private message but please don't feel pressured or anything, I'm happy with what I got too, what you dared to share so either way is alright with me of course. When i started to remember a past life I did not know I would have years of it through dreams, spontaneous remembrances, flashbacks...before I could figure it all out...and when I found out it was true. What a journey. I do at times before waking up become either of my past life self and it can then be no drama to it at all but me being at home, doing practical things, talking with my ex husband, feeding a child... just before this morning I was a female who was hanging up laundry in a garden and I had a house wife apron on, could see it in detail, feel it and I took out clothes peg from the pocket of the apron...sometime I wonder if it is real if it something that is happening at the same time as I dream it, that I just sort of jump into it for God knows how long but am still I suppose asleep, not in control, just go along with it, or it's me longing to return. I hit the internet after and found apron like that from that time in age, but who knows if I have pick that up before from somewhere. Much will later go in the fog and I am left with the feeling there was more to it but appreciate at least that I can remember the little details at the end of it. Sometimes I can hold on to it. Other times it too will return into the fog after a while. So many times I have wonder why I remember it, like how an old frame use to look, feel like or a deck.
It was interesting and spooky at the same time when you describe these different traditions, rituals, I did not know some culture still believe in the possibility of vampires, with the stone and all...better be safe than sorry, right ;)