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Old 13-07-2020, 05:42 AM
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Ohh bless you. I can't believe that people could be so un-caring to make you feel so miserable. Hopefully in here you will receive much more support. Ahhhh..maybe then I was actually being told that you were indeed a famous artist. The clues were there with van Gogh as reference to an artist and also mention of my son who is in fact an artist. ( Teacher now but plans later in life to teach art to students at exam level).. And you talk as much as you want! It's like it needs to be told.. maybe all part of healing process. Also yes.. some people don't always say who they were if very famous. Indeed I know in this forum there are people that keep it to themselves for various different reasons. I mean look at me.. I was Joan of arc.. Florence nightingale...queen victoria ... But you never hear me going on about it !!! ( I am of course only joking.. I was none of them.. but Hey, you never know do you? Many a true word spoken in jest!!!!!!!...)
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Old 13-07-2020, 12:51 PM
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Ohh bless you. I can't believe that people could be so un-caring to make you feel so miserable. Hopefully in here you will receive much more support. Ahhhh..maybe then I was actually being told that you were indeed a famous artist. The clues were there with van Gogh as reference to an artist and also mention of my son who is in fact an artist. ( Teacher now but plans later in life to teach art to students at exam level).. And you talk as much as you want! It's like it needs to be told.. maybe all part of healing process. Also yes.. some people don't always say who they were if very famous. Indeed I know in this forum there are people that keep it to themselves for various different reasons. I mean look at me.. I was Joan of arc.. Florence nightingale...queen victoria ... But you never hear me going on about it !!! ( I am of course only joking.. I was none of them.. but Hey, you never know do you? Many a true word spoken in jest!!!!!!!...)

Elfin, you are so sweet! (I just woke up - today's my day off )

Believe it. I don't understand why people think it's okay to make fun of someone, or hurt someone's feelings just because they believe in something that isn't "normal." It wasn't a fun time but I learned to just not tell people. I just kept it to myself and only talked to those I explicitly trusted. I'd like to think I would, even if some may not believe I possibly could have been Alexei, or some end up believing me - it's fine either way. I'm not here to prove anything. I'm just here to talk and make friends, maybe give some advice to others that I've honed along the way in this journey of Life.

Possibly? Ah! That's cool! Yes I'm an artist in this life (though, thankfully not famous. Though, family, friends and classmates, as well as, colleagues think I should be famous and known) - I don't want to be famous or known. I'm happy with just being me. However, for some people in my life... that's apparently not good enough. I'm glad your son knows what he wants to do! That's amazing! I am pretty indecisive when it comes to knowing what I want to do. I've always been discouraged when I would try a new path. I was very into becoming an architect, but my hatred of mathematics has stunted that. I also feel that if I were to become a professional designer or artist that I'd be unhappy making art or designs for clients. I don't want to sell my art. Art for me is a hobby and I enjoy doing it that way. I don't want to make it commercialised or monetised. When I think of it that way, I don't think it's fun anymore. It's not a hobby anymore. Sure I've done commissions here and there and got paid for it but I'm very humble about my work. It also stems from the fact I'm not a very confident person to begin with. I have low self-esteem and don't enjoy having conflict with other people. Recently I had to drop a (former) friendship because of how toxic it was to my mental health and well being. This friend was toxic. Plain and simple. They didn't like my girl-friend (which is hilarious because everyone loves her), they didn't like it when I veered off topics that we both had interests in. They didn't like it when I made new friends and sort of pulled away from them. They were very controlling and manipulative towards me. Now that I don't have them in my life, I feel much happier and I have some of my confidence back. But this individual damaged some pretty close ties with other people I used to be very close to. I shouldn't keep blaming them. I should forgive them. But it's hard. It's very hard.

This individual I thought I had, had a connection to. I thought we shared a past life together as mother and son, but in reality I was channeling her past life son. He had unfinished business with her. Elfin, you mentioned that you could tell right away that I'm sensitive. Yes I am, and I also am empathic as well. I'm a sponge which... doesn't help things at times. I've learned though to metaphorically shut the door to my soul when being around spirits and entities. This man, who died before he reached 30 drowned on the Titanic and his mother (my former friend) survived the sinking. She's very entrenched in the sinking, and the stories of the passengers and claims it is her duty to tell their stories. She takes it as a personal affront when someone doesn't agree with her. They were very close (he and his mother) and so I suppose I fit the bill for a channel path to her. I honestly thought for a period I was him. But no, I wasn't him. He was talking through me and spending time with his reincarnated mother. She was controlling me as well, and it caused so much damage to people I was very close to - including my one sister (Alexei's) - Anastasia.

One day, I realised that this man was taking over my life. He wasn't malevolent or bad, he just wanted to live life and do the things he wasn't able to do because he had died so young. We were similar in quite a few respects - both shy, both loved reading and collecting books, both couldn't swim, both lived in the same city (born there too). It was freaky, and you could probably understand why I thought I was him.

Quite a few people didn't agree with it. Because Alexei and this man were contemporaries. This man was born in 1885 and Alexei in 1904. This man died in 1912, and Alexei nearly died in 1912 from a Haemophilia episode. There in was a connection I thought could be possible that this man walked-in to Alexei's body when the real Alexei died and there in took Alexei's memories and became Alexei. I've toyed with that idea because years ago, when I first accepted Alexei and reunited with Tatiana, the medium she was talking to claimed she had Tatiana walk-in to her and that I have Alexei's memories because someone on the Titanic walked-in to his body when the Spala incident happened. They claimed that this individual died on shore, not on the ship but was a woman in wheelchair. I looked and looked and never could find any woman on the ship who died on shore, in a wheelchair. So of course I doubted this medium because none of what she said made sense. I also didn't believe Alexei was a walk-in. I mean, could it have happened? Of course it could. We don't know everything there is to know.

I just know I have his memories. From very young, to the night he died. I have them and maybe I'm supposed to have them because he decided he wanted to reincarnate to learn new lessons and forgive people who wronged or hurt him. To be able to be free of karma. Maybe that is why I'm living such a normal life now. Because I enjoy my privacy immensely. He never really had it then. I'm not taking it for granted. I'm glad no one knows me. He was known by everyone around the World almost.

But this other man, the Titanic victim he was an anomaly and it didn't make sense. Of course I've heard of parallel lives, walk-ins and other phenomena. I know I don't know everything there is to know about past lives, and the spiritual world, etc.

But, this man... he just came into my life and turned it upside down. Friends worried about my mental health. They said I wasn't myself and that things changed so quickly. Some told me that other friends wouldn't talk to me personally because they feared I'd get upset. They thought I was going insane. I admit, I didn't know what was going on at first. I thought I was this Titanic victim and all it was, was him using me to talk to his mother from that life. She having her "son" back, meant she could control me and keep me under her wing. Keep me by her side.

Literally the only thing I shared with my former friend was Titanic. Outside of that, anything I tried to introduce like my own passions and other things I liked she didn't care about. My girl-friend was one of those new introductions. I'd previously been separated from my girl-friend for a long time, quite a few years. We broke up in 2014 (the famous artist/mistress relationship had flooded into both our feelings and the karmic pattern I shared with a mutual friend of ours broke us apart), but recently got back together, in 2018. She's the love of my life and my everything. The Pandemic hasn't made things easier though, so I don't know when she and I will be able to see one another physically again. I miss her so very much. So very much. Thank goodness for Skype and other ways of keeping in touch though!

Anyways so, even my girl-friend whom I'm extremely close to... distanced herself from me while this Titanic victim was channeling through me. That should have been the first clue to stop this man from coming through me. Again he isn't malevolent. He's a kind spirit. He was a good man back then too. But he had too much control, and I admit I let him because I for a period thought I was him. It was a lot and overwhelming at times. He had a lot of anger, unfinished business and emotions and also quite a lot of guilt to contend with. And he fixed it all, healed through me.

The day I told him to leave, that he was taking up too much of my life to make his a reality. He left and it was like a weight lifted off of me. I felt a cold breeze roll off me. It was freaky but it felt freeing. Of course, when I told my former friend that I didn't feel him anymore and that I don't think I was him in the past life, she didn't take it well. That's when our friendship really began to crumble. It started to fall apart early on, because of the way she treated my girl-friend and also how she treated friends of mine. She felt she was the only person in my life. Full-stop. She wasn't. I have other people who matter in my life other than her.

She's a History purist and doesn't take kindly to people not having sources, and there's a game I play every year (Titanic-Voyage) which is an online, interactive, five day role playing game where you are a passenger or crew member onboard the Titanic. You go through the entire maiden voyage from boarding to either dying or surviving. It's quite the experience and helps you appreciate the real scope of tragedy that was the Titanic. I enjoy playing the game because I can be creative and make my own characters. Yes, not real, historical passengers and crew. I've done historical personas on the game, and it's daunting, a lot of research and work. I prefer fictional personas. You have more room to move around and you aren't constricted to a set story line. That is where my former friend drew the line. She found it disrespectful and distasteful. Had she had her way, everyone would be historical passengers or crew members. There would be no fictional people. That's controlling and thank goodness she doesn't run the game. It would be absolutely miserable. The straw that broke the camel's back however was when she went after my friends who also play this game every year. It's an annual thing. She called them egotists and that they couldn't take criticism. She made fun of them. She made them look like idiots. And I'm intensely loyal to my friends. When I make friends, you have me for life. I will respect, and give all my loyalty because that is what a friend is. Sure we may have disagreements but I won't ever let someone **** on my friends like she did. So I told her off and she said that I was making a big to-do about nothing. It felt so wonderful and freeing, like a weight was lifted off my shoulders when I fell out with her. She's since tried to make a comeback and get into my life again. I won't let her. I'm done being controlled and manipulated by toxic people. I don't need that in my life.

Anyways, my apologies for wordvomiting all of that. Yes, having famous past lives... it's not something that I put out there. If I do mention it in a forum like this, it's for healing purposes. It's not to proclaim that I was that individual. I have other known past lives that I keep to myself because again, having multiple known/famous past lives is frowned upon generally. It makes you look like an egotist. But I have the memories of these individuals. They aren't being channeled like the Titanic victim was. And what's more, my girl-friend figures into each of them either directly or from a distance. In Alexei's life, she was my cousin. In the artist's life, my mistress. In my earliest life (that I can recall) she was my wife, and lover's sister. (that is where the karmic pattern started) In another life, she was my wife. We were betrothed at a young age. In another, she didn't know me personally but she knew I existed. She knew but never met my mother (in that life) and was connected to my mother's lover. This was the French Revolution life-time. So yeah, my girl-friend and I go way back haha.

You see when I see famous people, I think that they are just regular people like you and I, who yes have accolades and lots of money, or maybe they don't have those things and became famous for either both good or bad reasons. They are just regular people. Putting the famous tag on them changes everything and then suddenly they are famous, well-known and everyone knows who they are, what they did or are doing during their lives. As Alexei, I just wanted to be a regular boy. Who didn't have an illness. Who didn't worry his family. But because I was the heir to the throne, son of the Tsar and Empress of all the Russias. A member of one of the wealthiest families in the World (at the time, and in History), I was famous. I was well-known. I didn't want to be famous or known. I became famous because of the way I died. Famous for death. I didn't want any of that. But I got it. So there's that.

So yes, I totally understand when people don't want to broadcast their past lives, especially if they were known individuals in History. The things that matter most, are that I was able to reconcile my karmic pattern and move on from that happily and not having any more of that karma left. Let's just say, I should have never tried to organise a coup to kill Caligula. Doing that, set forth a chain reaction of karma that lasted until the life-time I had before the one I'm living now. Cause and effect, plain and simple. That karmic pattern caused me to either never reach adult-hood, or never come to my full potential (either heir to throne, being recognised as a true artist, etc etc) And it's done, and I'm so glad it is. I've learned valuable lessons from this karma. Absolutely have.

Your sense of humour always makes me smile! I'm glad people can laugh and joke on here. We need that, especially now with all that is going on in the World.
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Old 13-07-2020, 02:50 PM
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Memories of Alexei

I mentioned that I'd share some of my memories that I have - I've had quite a lot recently, as it is the anniversary of the Imperial Family's murders. That seems to be triggering a lot of flashbacks and recall. But, anyways here it goes. I have also written down most of them as well. Just to keep a record.

I always see things through his eyes. I feel his emotions, his happiness, frustration and anger. His sadness, and pain. His boredom. Anyways.

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- Leonid, the kitchen boy is playing with me. We are zig-zagging through the row columns between the wings of the Alexander Palace.
His uncle, Ivan Sednev is keeping watch over us.

- I'm climbing, or trying to climb up to the cabinet over the round sofa in the Maple Room.
Mama takes me away and holds me close.

- Mashenka and Shyvibzik wake me up from my sleep. It is the middle of the night and we all start chatting.
Olga comes in and drags them back to their bedroom, and tells me to go to sleep.

- The sound of the sea, as the Shtandart is sailing through the Skerries.

- I have my hands pressed against the glass of the window in the Maple Room. I'm very little, and Mama is holding me close.
It's snowing outside. The window feels very cold to touch.

- Mama and I are in the Maple Room. She has her hair down, and is wearing a flowery dressing gown. She is walking with a cane.
Papa and the girls are outside, talking and laughing on the balcony. I look down and see my reflection in a bowl. My head is shaved and I'm in my nightdress.

- I was a carriage with Mama and Papa. People were throwing flowers and waving to us, shouting "God Save The Tsar!"
Papa and I were saluting and Mama was bowing her head. She was in a long, white dress. There was a lot of music playing as well.

- Stavka. Papa was at his desk looking at papers. Mama and the girls arrived by train.
We were very happy to see them.

- Mama was sitting in a big, wicker chair. She was embroidering or knitting. Tatiana was next to her, and Olga was reading with me.
We were reading aloud from Pushkin's Evgeny Onegin.

- Wartime. Tsarskoe Selo. One night, Papa arrived back home from Stavka. He plopped into a chair looking so tired.
I came over and hugged him. He brightened and smiled.

- I was lying in my cot. It was late at night. There was a lot of pain, my leg hurt very much.
Tatya ran in and hugged me. She touched my leg gently and tried to console me.

- I was standing near a big man in uniform. He had many ribbons and medals on his chest.
He was standing next to Mama and Papa, talking to them.

- Memory of Shtandart running aground - There was a great banging noise, around luncheon, and everything crashed to the floor.
People were very excited and panicking. Papa called for order. Papa and Mama both were very calm.
I had gone to the gunwale to see what happened. Barrels and things were floating in the water below. Dina picked me up.

- The girls and I are playing hide-and-seek in the Pavilion Hall of the Winter Palace.
I climbed the stairs and hid up, behind the archway over them.

- It was very hot. Nastya had lost Jimmy. She was looking for him and I helped her look for him.
We found him near the play house on the island.

- I was playing with Joy, and the sun was shining slightly, behind the clouds. Nastya was calling for me.
I just wanted to sit and play with Joy. It was quiet and the weather was lovely.

- Tobolsk. Mama was sitting in her wheelchair by the window. Her eyes were heavy, she was in a long white dress, twirling her pearl necklace in her fingers.
I sat on her lap and she pulled me into a tight embrace and cried.

- Spala. Mama rested my head on her lap. I was screaming and crying. There was so much pain. My leg was very big.
She refused to leave me and stayed in the room all night.

- I'm running through Mama's rooms. The sunlight is shining through all of the windows.

- Nastasia and I are racing one another in our corridor upstairs.
The girls liked to roller skate up in the hallway.

- I was sitting in a troika, Mama was with me, and Nastya too. Mashka and Tatya were sledding nearby.
Olga came rushing by, with Nikita and they both fell into the snow and we all laughed.

- Olga was adjusting her dress and I laughed, looking away. Shyvibzik and I were playing a game of marbles and she won shouting "Hooray!"
Mashka was sitting with Tatya by the window, reading.

- We were all on the Shtandart. We were playing the frog game.
I put the string through the hole in the back of the paper frog. It was a racing game.

- We were all at Ania's place. Fr. Grigoriy was there as well.
We played some games, and he blessed us and had luncheon with us there.

- We were in the Baltic, by the shore, Nastya and I. Papa was laughing, stumbling onto the sandy beach.
We asked him what had happened and he replied "Mashka, dears" and we understood and laughed with him.

- Mashka was with me, and it was raining outside. We had just pulled up to the Palace.
I was wearing a black coat and sailor's cap.

- Papa was standing with a group of his officers. It was cold and I was wearing a heavy, brown coat.
We were at Stavka or another place, there were tents all around and a high fence.

- We were all sitting and a projector was playing. Everyone was watching home footage and we were all laughing.
It was footage of the Shtandart. My sisters and I were little and playing on the deck.

- Tobolsk. I was sitting with Mama. She was embroidering a blanket.
I was in my sailor suit. Her hair was greying.

- I'm sitting with Mama and Papa. Mama is knitting, and Papa is reading from a big book.
It is in Russian. I climb onto his lap and he reads it to me.

- Peterhof. Papa was puffing on his cigarette. We were outside and I was in my sailor suit, with shorts on.
I could feel sand beneath my feet.

- Alexander Palace. The girls and I were playing a game. I ran through the big mirrored door in the hall,
and hid behind it in the connecting room.

- We were all visiting a village. I was giving bread and something else to the villagers.
There was a young girl, my age who was in the crowd. She smiled at me and I smiled back.
She was very pretty and my sisters teased me after about it.

- Playroom. Mama and Papa were sitting near the door. There was a large toy boat sitting by the back wall.
There were other toys. Lots of tin soldiers with their own individual swords and guns. All in neat rows.

- Playroom. I sat in a chair as if I were presiding over a battle field. My sisters were all before me and were taking orders from me.
Nastasia was the only one who made it difficult.

- Tsarskoe Selo. I was driving my little motorcar through the paths.
Dina and Nagorny was close behind.

- The way the morning sunlight glimmered on the lilac silk in Mama's room.

- Tsarskoe Selo. Olga and I were posing for a photograph. We were on the lake.
After the photo was made I shoved her into the water.

- Peterhof. I am running down the stairs in our wing, shouting up to my sisters from the balcony of my floor.

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Anyways, I'm heading to get breakfast. Have a great day everyone!


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Old 13-07-2020, 04:55 PM
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The above photograph isn't mine, in fact I forget where I found it. I was browsing pictures of Peterhof, where Alexei and his family Summered/holidayed. They had a dacha (summer home) there called the "Lower Palace," and that is where Alexei was born. Anyways, I came across this photograph and it hit me such a wave of emotion. It was a sudden pang of sadness. I knew exactly what I was looking at. Its the rocky shore line and the man-made pier which still exists and juts out into the Gulf of Finland. I sobbed hard seeing it and it was like a come-and-go emotion. One moment I was overcome with sadness and crying my eyes out, the next moment I had stopped and it was like the emotion had just been passing through.

I should mention that photographs jog my memory often. I recognise people, I hear music playing, voices speaking. One photograph in particular of the Empress at Massandra (Crimean estate where the Tsar kept his wine cellars) comes to mind. The first time I had ever seen it I distinctly heard her singing. She was quietly singing and I could hear her clear as day. It was very emotional because I still miss her very much even though I'm who I am now. She had a lovely singing voice.

Sometimes I get what I like to call the "flood gates," which is when suddenly out of nowhere, I get a profuse, overwhelming flood of flashbacks and very vivid memories. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does it's a lot to contend with. I just have to sit by myself or lay down and let it pass. I've learned the hard way that to suppress past life memories (memories from life in general) isn't good and they can explode or burst forth from you. It's not always a fun time.

Anyways, I think that's enough for today. Hope you are all having a good afternoon! And that it isn't ridiculously hot out for any of you!

- russianpast_1904.


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Old 15-07-2020, 07:12 AM
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Hi Russ...( It's easier to say lol)... AHH well and if course there also does lie some of the problem too. Sensitive empath. I was born HSP / empath so I know full well how difficult it can be if someone has a disagreement with you. It can go very deep and be very wounding...A customer of mine , years ago, shouted at me because I had run out of his preferred soup...( Wasn't my fault he turned up as we were preparing to close).. I was polite and apologetic and I "held" it in until I got home and then I cried like a baby for several hours lol.... We are such sensitive souls!... A discussion or debate with regard to a difference of opinion I feel is quite healthy. But sheer nastiness is un-acceptable. I would be very surprised if you experience that in here. You are after all posting about past life experience in the past life experience section! And of course you are very normal in experiencing these things. It happens to us all I'm guessing, except that many cannot re-call such events.... For you to have such a strong attachment to this time period, your avid interest, your research, your knowledge and your attention to detail , I have no doubt whatsoever that you lived this lifetime... Happy scribblings ...
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Old 15-07-2020, 12:49 PM
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Hi Russ...( It's easier to say lol)... AHH well and if course there also does lie some of the problem too. Sensitive empath. I was born HSP / empath so I know full well how difficult it can be if someone has a disagreement with you. It can go very deep and be very wounding...A customer of mine , years ago, shouted at me because I had run out of his preferred soup...( Wasn't my fault he turned up as we were preparing to close).. I was polite and apologetic and I "held" it in until I got home and then I cried like a baby for several hours lol.... We are such sensitive souls!... A discussion or debate with regard to a difference of opinion I feel is quite healthy. But sheer nastiness is un-acceptable. I would be very surprised if you experience that in here. You are after all posting about past life experience in the past life experience section! And of course you are very normal in experiencing these things. It happens to us all I'm guessing, except that many cannot re-call such events.... For you to have such a strong attachment to this time period, your avid interest, your research, your knowledge and your attention to detail , I have no doubt whatsoever that you lived this lifetime... Happy scribblings ...

Good morning Elfin dear!

Haha, that's perfectly fine xD. Yes being a sensitive empath isn't always the best time. It's not always fun. It's also not fun because I'm stubborn and have my own will and I don't like to be controlled. I mentioned the other day how that former friend tried to control me in all manners of things because for a period I believed I was her past life son. It turned out I wasn't her past life son, but she still tried to control me. I finally put my foot down after she not once, not twice, but three or more times upset my girl-friend and caused my girl-friend to cry. My girl-friend means everything to me. My former friend never liked her to begin with, so she made it a challenge.

Anyways, enough about that. I dislike talking about this woman (the former friend). I'm so sorry that happened to you! I once (very innocently) was talking to a customer at a job I had years ago, and I was ringing up her purchases. I noticed her address on her ID and smiled noticing it was the same as mine and said "Oh you must live on the other side of the tracks, I live just down the road from here!" And she smiled and went on her way. No sooner, I had a line. A man came in with this woman and threatened to kill me if I ever talked to his wife again. Because apparently having innocent conversation contends with stalking. He wanted me fired on the spot which my boss didn't do but what an experience. I was shaking and near tears. I was just being friendly. But "friendly" constitutes all manner of things. Also, what I said made them feel slighted "on the other side of the tracks." There was a train that ran between my neighbourhood and theirs. We had the same address. Same street. I just noticed it thought it was cool, like oh wow that's neat! I was in my early 20's. I have Asperger's. I don't always know social cues, etc. So I've learned not to make polite conversation with people. It's amazing what will set them off.

People being nasty, I've no time for it. Jokes are fine, it's okay. To diffuse the tension. But nastiness has no place here or in the World. This is why I really don't communicate or participate in the Romanov "community" because it's such a toxic place. Sources are prized above anything else and if you have them, the "old guard" will go after you for them, to make them their own. People copy one another, people say the nastiest things about one another. It's like a competition. Who can find the rarest of photographs and if you find it, you own it. Which is hilarious, historical photographs are mostly public domain (especially Romanov ones). Social media doesn't help either, it makes it worse. People can hide behind a screen and keyboard and be so visceral and so cruel, and people will defend them. Because they couldn't ever believe that individual could be unfriendly or cruel to another person. This is the World we live in and have to contend with each and every day.

Thank-you for being so understanding regarding my thread here. That I could have possibly been Alexei, and that his memories are possibly mine. I don't want to prove anything, as I've said that more than once (and probably sound like a broken record haha). I just want closure, more than anything. I sometimes wish I didn't have these memories or remembered that life. I sometimes wish it was not mine. Because a famous past life is a burden. It really is, though there are the many good memories and flashbacks, there is the equal amount of the bad and painful. But I try not to focus too much on those.

I also consider it a blessing to be able to remember so much. I never asked for it, but here I am. I'm glad others don't have to remember such vivid details and memories. They can go on in life unaware of their past experiences. Maybe that is the way they chose to live. Blissfully unaware. And they are learning the lessons they need to learn in an easier way. But, I'm grateful to know who I was. Not many people do, you are correct about that. 100%.

But anyways, if I keep writing it will be a small novel again haha. I need to have breakfast and also, I'm leaving to pick up Maria at the airport today! I'm beyond thrilled!!! I haven't seen her in a long time (since last Christmas/New Year's). This will be the first time I'll be with one of my sisters during the anniversary. But we'll be doing happy things, and that is what matters. We won't focus on that night. We can't. I don't want anymore. I know it comes around every year but Bozhe moi it's horrible when it does. And it makes it more the unbearable to do it alone even if I can text my sisters and I know they are okay. Being alone during that period of the year is not fun, and it's hard. It honestly is.

Anyways, happy thoughts and yes happy scribbles haha!

Have a great day!

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Old 15-07-2020, 06:59 PM
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Aww Russ don't go making me cry!!! Now you telling me aspergers too!... But you know, that's part of what makes you you !... It's certainly nothing to shy away from. Embrace who you are. We are all different.. that's what makes the world go round... Would be very boring if it was "same old same old"... You make life "interesting" ... And do not ever be alone at times when you can't bear to be alone. If nothing else , we on here are only the click of a button away... No further than that...
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Old 16-07-2020, 04:52 AM
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Aww Russ don't go making me cry!!! Now you telling me aspergers too!... But you know, that's part of what makes you you !... It's certainly nothing to shy away from. Embrace who you are. We are all different.. that's what makes the world go round... Would be very boring if it was "same old same old"... You make life "interesting" ... And do not ever be alone at times when you can't bear to be alone. If nothing else , we on here are only the click of a button away... No further than that...

Ohhh, no I hope you didn't cry! Thank-you for being so kind and open-minded and so friendly since I've made this thread. You and everyone have been just so kind and considerate, truly. I totally agree, it would be so very boring and... thank goodness we don't live in a World like that. Also, thanks for being so supportive - all of you! Thank-you!

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Old 16-07-2020, 05:15 AM
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Maybe you dreamed it all up and now can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality?

My first memory as a kid was seeing the diaper being changed. But nothing before that.
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Old 16-07-2020, 12:50 PM
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Maybe you dreamed it all up and now can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality?

My first memory as a kid was seeing the diaper being changed. But nothing before that.

Hi there Brian100, welcome to the community.

I've wondered if I dreamed it all up, but it's not so clean-cut as not being able/or able to tell the difference between fantasy and reality. It's interesting you remember that. I can (and I don't know how) remember being inside my mother's womb. It may sound far-fetched but I remember it. Not everyone believes in or understands reincarnation and that is totally fine. I won't discriminate against anyone for having difference of opinion. ^_^

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Today is the anniversary (in Russia, since it happened there, but tomorrow is the actual date here where I live) of the Imperial Family's murders. My one sister, (Alexei's) Marie is with me and I feel so blessed and grateful that I can share such a hard day with her. We won't focus on the sad or bad things. We are just going to have fun (eventually eat breakfast) with our close friend, and then whatever we do today, we do.

She surprised me and our friend with little gifts yesterday (she's incredibly generous and sweet heart even if she thinks that's not true and doesn't like praise (I'm the same way lol). She gave me a sweet card and wrote how happy and blessed she felt to be sharing this time with me. She gave me an icon, which she mentioned days ago and I cried. I hugged her and cried. We are still attached to religious imagery, so Orthodox icons matter a great deal to us. So in the room currently is a small collection of them haha. They make us feel safe and closer to God. They make us feel at peace.

Anyways, yes so today is the anniversary (in Russia), though tomorrow is the anniversary date here. It's weird with different time zones. I wish all of my sisters, and our parents could be with us. I still refer to them as my sisters. I know they are different people now, but in my eyes they are still мои дорогие сестры (moi dorogiye sestry - or - my dear sisters). I used Google Translate for that, though I do know how to say it (phonetical Russian helps wonders haha). I don't know the language that well but I've noticed that at times I'll recognise words and can read some things and I'll be incredibly dumbfounded when I find out that it's correct and not wrong. As you've said Elfin "you know what you know!"

So, I'm gonna sign off and be a little stinker and wake Marie up (she's gonna groan and grumble hahahaha), though I think it's safer not to. I might get scolded for doing so. Lol, she still treats me as her little brother which is highly amusing (and annoying at times - I love her though so very much). I'm just so grateful she is here. I've missed her very much. Not everyone has the luck and privilege to be reunited with their past-life relatives, let alone physically meet up with them more than a couple of times. It's honestly a blessing. We've all been through so much and now we are okay, not in harm's way and living our best lives.

Anyways, have a great day everyone! Happy Friday!!!

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