Second Assignment

[Nighthawk]

I want each student to wash their mind. Lie down in a comfortable place, and think about an event in the past. NOT YOUR PAST. In a time before you were born. Let your mind wander..... slowly bring it back online. I would then like to see in this thread 300 or so words on...

1. What you saw
2. Who you were
3. Were there any other people around
4. Can you see the same vision again and expound?
5. What you think it means to you
6. Smells you remember
7. Sounds, what ones were present?
You do not need to know exact time periods, but try to see the time you were in. and where geographically.
Thank you

[WolfMoon]

Looking forward to this one!

[Xeen]

That sounds fun. Too bad I don't have any quiet place to lay down, except when I go to bed tonight. I'll make sure to do it then ^-^

[Nighthawk]

It will be fine....

[Shanti]

:)

[Xeen]

I have to admit that I didn’t get this last night, but maybe a month or so ago, but it came back to me last night when I was trying to remember a time before me. I don’t know if it was the same kind of thing that you’re asking for, but I’ll describe it, because I found it fascinating and I’ve been calling it my ‘false memory’. I get them every now and again.

It was an ancient times, like Chinese, Mongolian, something along those lines. I was a man, broad shouldered, strong. I remembered that I had a brother, either twin brother or very closely born together. I had betrayed him, and was fighting against my people, or his people.

It was a battle, a very ugly battle. I had a grayish/white horse. I was wearing armor, I had a sword, long dark grungy hair. Even thinking about it now, I remember the taste of guilt and blood mixed in my throat.

Yelling, lots of yelling, screaming, pain, the horses stand out a lot, the sound of the hoofs, the running, stray horses without their riders.

I don’t remember seeing my brother, I don’t remember what had become of my brother. But that is, in a very limited nutshell, my little false memory.

[Nighthawk]

Hmmm, we shall explore this....

[Moon Momma]

Well, I wasn't intentionally looking for anything but when I went to bed last night, as soon as I laid down, I had a really string visual. It was in a ballroom. I have no idea what the time period was, but it was when women wore the big dresses with corsets and the bustles (?).
The ballroom was huge and at one end of it, there was a set of staircases, one on each side, curving towards the center of the upper floor. At the other end was an orchestra. It was so vivid, I could hear the music and I could smell something that I thought was oil or something that they use to clean the instruments? I have no idea what it was.
The men there were all dressed in either red and black or blue and white. They were all from some kind of organization but different 'chapters' of it. And they were all young and single, like in their late teens to early 30s'. I got the impression it was some kind of "singles dance".

*shrug* I don't know what all of this was about, just thought I would bring it here.

[Nighthawk]

Hmmm, do not know..... sounds like either turn of century or early 1900's... to me

[Xeen]

Moon Mama - Depending on the area, it was probably 1890s to 1905ish in USA. Oh yeah, you got the bustles part right :)

Oddly enough, I pictured this building either on a boat or right on a river or next to some large body of water *shrug*

I'm not sure what the oil is they use on instruments, but I know what smell you're talking about.

Just adding some side commentary :)

[SpiritWitch]

I tried this exercise Tuesday night when I went to bed finally.Nothing happened,although I did take a class awhile back having to do with past life regression-there the instructor took the students through it and I was in Greece walking along the beach.It was so pretty.The water was so blue and
clear.It was a sunny day out,somewhat breezy,and I was dressed in a long
white gown enjoying the sounds of the beach.My hair was long and loose,blowing in the wind,and I was walking barefoot.I was emotionally serene and happy.Thats as far as it went because the instructor brought us back to the present. :)

[Nighthawk]

So cool... and now, if you could just have some of that Greek food.. oh man... yummy, oh, sorry.. this is good.. we will get here

[Nighthawk]

Okay guys.... THIS weeks lesson.. starts May 10...

[Branwyn]

I want each student to wash their mind. Lie down in a comfortable place, and think about an event in the past. NOT YOUR PAST. In a time before you were born. Let your mind wander..... slowly bring it back online. I would then like to see in this thread 300 or so words on...

1. What you saw
2. Who you were
3. Were there any other people around
4. Can you see the same vision again and expound?
5. What you think it means to you
6. Smells you remember
7. Sounds, what ones were present?
You do not need to know exact time periods, but try to see the time you were in. and where geographically.
Thank you


I was in the 1800's, a pioneer type setting. I was a trapper, living in the mountains (rocky mountains I think, not sure).

I was alone, tramping through the woods. I smelled the rich smell of the earth as I was checking my traps. The sounds were normal woods sounds, birds calling, insects buzzing.

I've never tried to go back to a time I've vistied when I've tried to do this thing before, so I don't know if I could go back to the same time and look again. I'll have to try it and see tonight.

Branwyn

[WHITE EAGLE +++]

Like Aynjelah mentioned in this tread, I have to confess I did not lie down to visualize this past life image. It was a few months back and I too have been calling it my “False Memory”. However it keeps popping up in my day life, and the image is strong and keeps appearing even if I try to push it back into my mind.



I n the vision I am walking in a line of three people as we make our way through a mountain pass or plain in the middle of a blizzard. We are dressed or wrapped in hides for warmth, and we are following in each other’s tracks as the heavy white snow pelts us. In front of me guiding the way is the wise elder (crone aspect?) and we are presumably married. She knows the way and we look to her for advice wisdom and follow her lead, as we appear to be nomadic. I get the feeling we are natives, perhps a Native American hunting tribe.



Behind me is a quiet female (maiden aspect), that drags behind nursing and carrying our baby. I don’t know if she is the mother or the mid-wife of our child. I think I may be some how married to them both. I am unquestionably the protector and provider for both women. I think I am carrying some kind of weapon, perhaps a spear and I am always ready to fight off any threats we may encounter or give my life if nessasary. This is a heavy burden I feel prevails in my current life.




All I hear is the baby crying periodically over the deafening sound of the wind howling. I recall looking ahead to see the leading woman point us in the directions we are headed, and looking behind to see if the maiden and child are keeping up. This feeling of responsibility is the overwhelming sensation I get. I am to protect them, and am beginning to feel our survival is very questionable. As well as the impending doom of this small tribe.



The most haunting aspect of this “false memory” is that I believe I still know these women in my present life, although neither of them has a child. Perhaps like a dream this maiden and crone represent archetypes, which also could be considered collective conscious I suppose. I am open to some opinions about this but I warn you tread lightly please =]

W.E.+++

[Nighthawk]

Wow, people.... And White Eagle, I do not know... but it is your other reality... I really think it is fascinating, but no idea...
Branwyn, I wonder how it went?

[Boogins]

Another "false memory", though I think it's actually connected to a past life memory, details of which I have confirmed:

The date is 1839--I know, because the central figure sees a calendar in a pharmacry window. Her accent sounds like Sussex, southern England, what little chance she gets to speak; her clothing is plain, more servants' attire than anything else, and mostly black; the street is very close, barely room for a horse and cart to pass by, and the pollution is incredible. So is the stench, mostly from garbage and human and animal wastes. The point of view is from this woman, so I don't actually see her face. She is attempting to make her way down this sordid street lined with 2-3 story buildings--there seem to be outjuts with each successive floor of these structures, so that they almost touch at the top, making it nearly impossible to tell if the sun is even shining... but it's so wet I'm assuming it's raining.

Her breath is very thick, very difficult. Pneumonia, consumption (tuberculosis)? She's been drinking, too, because a quack doctor told her it would help. In truth, all it's done is make her look like one of the local prostitutes, and though this is hardly the high-class end of town, people she meets keep shoving her into the waste-filled gutters. This lady is not having a good time.

[Nighthawk]

Good, good

[Branwyn]

Branwyn, I wonder how it went?

I tried to 'get back there' the other night, but didn't seem to be able to 'go' anywhere. Dreams were confused nightmares (about stuff I'm obviously not processing through during the days).

BUT! I'm going on a weekend mini-vacation starting Friday, to a really nice wooded state park. I'll be camping out in a very rustic cabin (not exactly 'under the stars', but no more 'protection' from the elements than a tent would give), and will be dressing in medieval-ish clothing all weekend. So, if the getting back to nature part doesn't help, maybe the dressing in funny clothes will = ).

Branwyn

[Boogins]

So, if the getting back to nature part doesn't help, maybe the dressing in funny clothes will = ).

Branwyn

:rotfl: Have fun! :D

[WolfMoon]

I only got a brief flash...small area, lots of very cold, blue-black water rushing in with a very heavy salt smell. I could smell the salt water...

...and people wonder why I'm afraid of the ocean!

I'll try some more.

[Tranquility]

I was in what looked like ancient Japan. I immediately had an image of me kneeling down with my hands in fists on my lap, facing an enormous suit of armor that was up on a stand. I do not know if i was some form of monk or samurai, but it looked like i was praying before this suit, and i felt that it was for an event soon to come. After i had knelt down I walked out of the wooden house, and looked around the village a bit. I noticed that it wasnt too large at all, maybe a couple hundred people. The houses were made of wood and the tops were made of tightly bound straw-looking material. I then looked up at a large hill and saw something that looked similar to a Torii on the top ( Japanese shinto shrine ). Behind my house, a few paces away lay a path that i took, and about 15 minutes later arrived at the tori. Once there, i was reminded of the large event to take place the next day, and then put it out of my mind, took in the beauty of the scenery, and cleared my mind in meditation.
I was a decent sized japanese man with hair curled up in a different kind of bun that was bound together. Facial features were roughly-hewn but seemed very relaxed and content.
The only other people i saw were the ones working in the village.
I definately remember the pure essence of air, that is one of the most amazing things to me, one thing that i always catch is air, wherever i am, cities, wilderness of california, it always is what I pick up first.
The village was rather quiet because im assuming it was around 5 in the morning, but the sounds of the goats and of animals were evident, along with some sounds of men beginning to work.

[Shanti]

Ok, here it goes. This is the only way I can figure to comunicate the expirence, kinda like a story.

Shivver. The dampness is penitrating my body. Curl up tighter. I open my eyes and see the sun at the mouth of the cave. The sun is still low. I feel the need to be warm. Raising up my body, stiff. Stretch, better now. My paws still are muddy. Sniff, old smell. Walk out now.

The sun shines so strong. My eyes look down. Warmth is slowly encompassing me. The air is clear. Nothing about.

I proceed to my tree. Rubbing against it feels so good. Rough, good. I lift my leg without a thought.

An odor in the air! What is that? I'm hungry. Its down there. Moving at a steady gait, nose is to the ground. The smell is strong, fresh. There! Hunger is strong. Pounce, crunch. The smell is so sweet. The food is warm, soft. I rip it open. I devouer it. The smell fills the hunger. The warmth brings comfort. Heart is calm now.

The sun is rising higher. Return! Tension is coming my blood flows faster. Running, the air is still clear. No danger yet. The cave is ahead. Eyes stay on target.

Safe now. I stand on the ledge. The air is still clear but fear says they will come soon. Back to the dark safety of the cave.

Lye down, warm and content. Ears alert but no sounds out of normal. No scent out of normal.

1. What you saw: It was country, wild and untouched. I saw my nose and paws. And the scenery.


2. Who you were: I was a wolf. I figured that because of my size to the tree and ground and fur color and lack of feeling for any need to hunt in a party. Very confident feeling for the hunt.

3. Were there any other people around: no humans yet but aware of their distant presants outside of territory.

4. Can you see the same vision again and expound? Yes but I dont feel a need to.

5. What you think it means to you: It was a past life and I learned so much. Canines dont see pics in there head and of course have no words. In stead of pics in their heads they have feelings. A rabbit (which is what I ate) doesnt trigger a pic of a rabbit...it triggers the feeling of the stomach, full or hungry. Site triggers feelings. The sun triggers the feeling of cold or warm. Smell triggers feelings too. The scent or lack of scent of a preditor triggers the feeling of fear and the feeling to flee. Its awsome because the brain is so differant and there is no time. Time is the moment by moment. Theres no worry about time because theres no concept of it. And canines see their nose!!!!!!! And when they walk they see their paws as the paws move into forward veiw!!! The field of vision is cool!! Oh and site takes a back seat to smell and then sound.

6. Smells you remember: covered that!

7. Sounds, what ones were present?: covered that too!

You do not need to know exact time periods, but try to see the time you were in. and where geographically:
In my territory. Time line..just that my territory had not been embarked upon by man but I knew they were near. As for where geographicaly...I never had been out of my territory so no clue! The air was clean though. Smells of earth, plants and animals only. Nothing that would suggest pollution in the air! All smells belonged in nature.

Note : It was a lot more detailed but almost impossible to put into words. Oh yeah male canines dont think to lift their legs and pee. They do it without any thought what-so-ever. For a wild animal, its triggers. A certain spot, and the leg goes up. I think thats why the domestic dog will lift at practically everytree, when ona walk, even though nothing comes out. The instinct to lift is there but its a little messed up and they do more than needed hence the lift leg and no pee for the fifth tree in a row!

I learned a lot. Its humbling. And this was from a journey a while back. I havent been on any direct journeys as of late.

[Mab]

I've tried a few times now, and I can't seem to get this. Either I can't focus, or I don't get anything at all. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch.

[Nighthawk]

Well then, Aine... It is ok... I do find it odd that you get nothing.. perhaps it is repressed. It is ok, just continue to lesson three...

[Mab]

NH,

I think it's b/c when I try to think of an even in the past, I either get MY past muddled, or I get all these flashes from movies or history books or novels....things I've seen or read that give an idea of a particular time. But, then, it could be just some environmentally induced ADHD....I can't seem to ever settle on an event. I can only pin it down to a general time-frame (like the Inquisition, or the Renaissance), and only then for a few minutes before somebody in my head flips the channel.

I'll keep trying, though! :-)

[Nighthawk]

It is fine... like any meditation... it does take time to develop... I am granting you the time to 'grow up' with the visualizations and all... You are excused from that lesson... no problem. As you will find, I am here to facilitate all these fine people, including you. YOU are the instructors...not I.. You will see a completely different picture when we are done here...

[Mab]

cool. :smile:

K. On to assignment #3. :sunny:

[WolfMoon]

Ok, here it goes. This is the only way I can figure to comunicate the expirence, kinda like a story.

Shivver. The dampness is penitrating my body. Curl up tighter. I open my eyes and see the sun at the mouth of the cave. The sun is still low. I feel the need to be warm. Raising up my body, stiff. Stretch, better now. My paws still are muddy. Sniff, old smell. Walk out now.

The sun shines so strong. My eyes look down. Warmth is slowly encompassing me. The air is clear. Nothing about.

I proceed to my tree. Rubbing against it feels so good. Rough, good. I lift my leg without a thought.

An odor in the air! What is that? I'm hungry. Its down there. Moving at a steady gait, nose is to the ground. The smell is strong, fresh. There! Hunger is strong. Pounce, crunch. The smell is so sweet. The food is warm, soft. I rip it open. I devouer it. The smell fills the hunger. The warmth brings comfort. Heart is calm now.

The sun is rising higher. Return! Tension is coming my blood flows faster. Running, the air is still clear. No danger yet. The cave is ahead. Eyes stay on target.

Safe now. I stand on the ledge. The air is still clear but fear says they will come soon. Back to the dark safety of the cave.

Lye down, warm and content. Ears alert but no sounds out of normal. No scent out of normal.

1. What you saw: It was country, wild and untouched. I saw my nose and paws. And the scenery.


2. Who you were: I was a wolf. I figured that because of my size to the tree and ground and fur color and lack of feeling for any need to hunt in a party. Very confident feeling for the hunt.

3. Were there any other people around: no humans yet but aware of their distant presants outside of territory.

4. Can you see the same vision again and expound? Yes but I dont feel a need to.

5. What you think it means to you: It was a past life and I learned so much. Canines dont see pics in there head and of course have no words. In stead of pics in their heads they have feelings. A rabbit (which is what I ate) doesnt trigger a pic of a rabbit...it triggers the feeling of the stomach, full or hungry. Site triggers feelings. The sun triggers the feeling of cold or warm. Smell triggers feelings too. The scent or lack of scent of a preditor triggers the feeling of fear and the feeling to flee. Its awsome because the brain is so differant and there is no time. Time is the moment by moment. Theres no worry about time because theres no concept of it. And canines see their nose!!!!!!! And when they walk they see their paws as the paws move into forward veiw!!! The field of vision is cool!! Oh and site takes a back seat to smell and then sound.

6. Smells you remember: covered that!

7. Sounds, what ones were present?: covered that too!

You do not need to know exact time periods, but try to see the time you were in. and where geographically:
In my territory. Time line..just that my territory had not been embarked upon by man but I knew they were near. As for where geographicaly...I never had been out of my territory so no clue! The air was clean though. Smells of earth, plants and animals only. Nothing that would suggest pollution in the air! All smells belonged in nature.

Note : It was a lot more detailed but almost impossible to put into words. Oh yeah male canines dont think to lift their legs and pee. They do it without any thought what-so-ever. For a wild animal, its triggers. A certain spot, and the leg goes up. I think thats why the domestic dog will lift at practically everytree, when ona walk, even though nothing comes out. The instinct to lift is there but its a little messed up and they do more than needed hence the lift leg and no pee for the fifth tree in a row!

I learned a lot. Its humbling. And this was from a journey a while back. I havent been on any direct journeys as of late.








Okay, I had to quote this entire thing because I had a very similar experience perhaps two weeks ago. Mine happened while fully awake.

The same scent/sound feeling, but I was running. I felt the soft earth beneath four paws (yes, paws, not feet or hands). My shoulders -here- felt wrong, shaped awkwardly and I could feel the way the muscles should work. I could feel the way they should move beneath the fur.

I could smell the moist earth, it was only a day or two after a rainstorm and the trees were heavy and thick with leaves.

Have to agree with Shanti, there is no real way to tell time. Everything exists in the moment. The emotion I got was just sheer joy at running. No need to hunt, not yet. Just run at an even pace.

Was wonderful! But it is so hard to put this into words. The experience didn't last long, only a minute or two.

I just thought this would be really cool to mention in conjunction with Shanti's experience, but I think mine might have more to do with therianism than anything else.

[Nighthawk]

Well, I learned something... I never thought about anyone being an animal...Hmmm, interesting.

[Shanti]

Well NH because of my expirence I do put o lot of validality on shape shifting!! I would not be surpised if it actually had been done in this reality by very powerful people.

[PeleRising]

I was alone in a room... or a house, that was made up of one room. It was my place and I was proud of it. I was wearing a long dress, and an apron. The dress was blue ( it was my nicest dress) and the apron was of a like color. I was standing by a huge fireplace and there was a fire burning, with a cauldron or pot over the flames. It was held there by a piece of metal that I could swing, one way the pot was over the fire and if I swung it another it was out of the fireplace. I was cooking a stew, and looking out the windows. In this same room there was a small table with 2 chairs or stools, and also a big bed. On the bed was a quilt that I had made. Hanging from the rafters of the room were herbs and flowers that I had picked and hung to dry. I got the feeling my husband wasnt too impressed with my hanging items but he put up with it. I was watching out the windows to see if he was coming. The table was all set for his meal, and it was almost like it was our first meal... or first one together in some time. Maybe he was returning from a journey.

There were lots of chores that I did, but I was happy, satisfied with my life.

As i look back on this vision, I notice that we didnt have any close neighbors, we were quite alone on our piece of land. I dont remember hearing the bark of a dog but I know we had one, maybe it was with the husband. We had chickens, cows, and our barn was almost bigger then our house. There was a piece of rope tied from the house to the barn. It was winter, and the snow was pretty high. My husband had been gone a few days on a hunting, trading, trapping trip. I was getting excited, and nervous that he wasnt home yet.

[Xeen]

I've been enjoying all this..

Pele - Yours has been my favorite so far. I don't know why. I just felt like I was peeking in on it.

Whoops, there goes my imagination... :)

[Fairywolf]

I have had several of these but I will put in the one I remember the most. I won't be able to be exact but I think you will be able to understand. I have a hard time putting things into word form sometimes.

I was either in Scottland or Iceland. Somewhere like that. I could smell the air as being clean. There was a chill to the air but as the day progressed it got warmer. The women were in dresses but kinda like what you would see in 13th Warrior or at Ren Faire's. I was just walking around the market place. If that is what you would call it. As people went by me they all treated me with respect. Like I was a seer or something. I remember that there was a man who was unshaven and wearing a cloth shirt and leather pants. He was pretty gruff but I loved him. I could feel it. He also loved me. I am not sure that we were married or not. I don't think that we were. I felt at home. Not as I do now. I sometime feel as if I am in the wrong time period or country for that matter. Strange huh?

I can recall it but I can't really ellaborate on it. I will try but I don't seem to be able to bring up any more.

[PeleRising]

I felt at home. Not as I do now. I sometime feel as if I am in the wrong time period or country for that matter. Strange huh?


I often feel that i dont belong in this time... that i actually belong in a time of long ago. So no I dont think its strange at all :hugz:

[Rowan MoonDragon]

I was a showgirl in a saloon in the old west. I was wearing a red ruffled dress with a red hat. I was singing and dancing on the stage and the song was a faster one. I held onto my skirt during the dancing and got down on the floor and danced around the guys. There was a poker game going on the a couple of the guys were arguing as one of them thought the other was cheating. Then the one man accusing shot the other man. Some other men dragged the dead body outside and the saloon got noisy again. At thetime I was dancing I was feeling really happy. It was really smoky in the bar but I loved my job. We were used to gun fights in the saloon so it really didn't phase me.

This is all I got.

[Nighthawk]

okay...... any others?

[spirit wind]

This took me a while to do, i would get little bits and pieces and then nothing. Til last night.

I am in a field. I am a little girl, about 3 or 4yrs old. I am wearing a long (ankle length) pale blue dress with a frill on the hem. It is billowing out behind me as i am running. I have long brown curly hair, almost down to my bottom. I am crying. There are a lot of other people around me yet none are taking any notice of me. There are 3 stage type constructions in this field with people on them. They are ladys and have a noose tied around their necks. I am trying to get to one of these ladys, but i am being pushed away. Everytime i get close i am picked up and tossed even further away. Noone helps me and i am very distressed over all that is happening. It is almost dusk, as the light is fading around me. The field is grass, right up to the forests edge. The whole field is surrounded by very large trees, i think they are pine trees but am not sure. There is the smell of a fire somewhere. I can't see it, just smell it. It might be a bonfire. There are people talking, i can't understand what they are saying. And it is mostly men around. I can't see any other women but i can hear them talking softly.

I don't know what that all means. I have no idea where or when it is. I always come out of it feeling frightened and alone. I am not asleep when i see this, usually just lying on my bed having a quiet moment to myself. I can go back into it, have done for about a week now. Each time i see a little bit more.

[Boogins]

Whoa, that would be unnerving.

[spirit wind]

It is! Yet i keep going back. I am trying to see more of what is around me. It's interesting, yet, frightening at the same time.
I would love to figure out where this is, as here in Australia i have seen nothing like it. And i have been around Aus 6 times.

[Nighthawk]

Umm, scary... I think it was here in America...but cannot place the place, yet

[MerrisHawk]

Finally! Some time just for me.
This is what I recall, I've been able to go back a bit and pick a few details but not enough to pick out a date or place.

I am walking down a hallway in a very large building, built right into the side of a mountain for easier defense. I 'know' that this place is a base of operations, a headquarters. I'm wearing a uniform, a basic dark tan, pants and shirt. The boots are black or tan depending on what's available, there isn't much in this place and our supplies are limited.
There are people moving around all over the place this time of day, right before lunch hour. I'm heading for a large room at the end of this floor, there's a mandatroy meeting of all the crews. I stop for a meat stick from one of the vendors on the way in, chances are I won't have time for lunch after the meeting as usual.
I get into the meeting hall as it is starting to fill up. There are a few of the ranking officers present near the stage, might be something interesting today. One of my crew of four is waving at me from a table, the room is full of them. I take a seat and get a bite while he tells me the latest gossip. The rest of my crew arrives shortly after and the meeting begins.
The officers tell us the latest news from home, then the news from the front lines. There doesn't seem to be an end to the fighting any time soon, it's depressing. the duty roster is called out and my crew is up for front line this week. I tune out the rest of the meeting as I form schedules and make lists in my head. The meeting ends with a prayer for the dead and missing and then I'm giving orders to my crew.
The last thing I recall is giving my gossipy crewman a thump on the back as we head out of the room and saying something about keeping his chin up, we'll be getting some leave soon.

I know almost nothing of the military so I have a hard time with this. I remember the feelings of sadness, wishing the fighting was over, worry for my crew and a certain sinking feeling in my gut that said we wouldn't all make it home.

[Nighthawk]

Hmm, that is different, and interesting.. I wonder what it is....Hmm

[Xeen]

Everybody's stories as been cool. It's fun coming back here to catch up on everybody ^-^

Anyway, I'd love to be able to do this again, but I don't want to 'see' what I did before. It's just too upsetting. Is there a way I can maybe steer around it... or protect myself from it? I dunno how to explain it...

I know I've got a headbrimming with these False Memories, I just want to figure out how to access the ones I want.

[Nighthawk]

And you did the calming first? Did you ground? If so, skip to lesson two...

[catphrodite]

ok ...

I was hurrying along a bustling dock area in a large city. I had a feeling it was New York, sometime in the later 19th
century. it felt like early autumn, the day was a little cloudy but it was comfortable.

I was a young woman. an older man (my husband?) held my arm. I had long skirts on, with a bustle, and a hat.
my skirts were long and dark blue, and swished as I walked. buildings were to my left, ships to my right.

men were loading and unloading the ships as we passed along. lots of noises, I could hear snippets of foreign languages,
strange accents, men shouting orders from the ships. clangs and bangs and noises of men working, the cry of gulls. it
smelled like fish and tar(?) and ocean.

it felt like we were on our way to meet with someone ...

[Tzhebee]

When I close my eyes and wander my mind to a place and time before me, I almost always see the same thing. I see Huge rocky cliffs, covered with plateaus of thick lush green grass. The rocks are always grey, they are not brown. And there are no trees or flowers other than sporadic white wild flowers that resemble miniature daisies. There is a baby blue sky with no clouds and it is very bright and light outside, yet I do not ever look up to see a sun.

I can feel the thickness, softness and coolness of the grass under my bare feet. The grass is up just past my ankle bone. I am dressed in a soft cloth skirt and a loose necked short-sleeve shirt…at least I feel that I am, because I never bother to look. My hair is pulled back in a loose pony-tale at the base of my neck and I can feel the slight breeze rustle it around. I also know that I am carrying a basket on my hip, with both hands. It is not terribly heavy, but it is there.

There are other women around hanging laundry and feeding pigs. But there are no houses or fences. There is the illusion of where a home would be, or where the pigs would be kept, but I sense them more than see them with my eyes. There are children running and playing. They have sticks with strings attached, they have old tattered hats, they are all dirty-yet clean at the same time.

You can hear the wind, even though it is barely strong enough to whisk my skirt. You can hear music, although there is nowhere it could be coming from. There are no birds, there are no frogs or crickets, just the chatter of women, laughter of children and a quite sonnet that I cannot place.

I do not have any smells. I can come back to this place every time I close my eyes. Sometimes I can almost see the houses out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn to look, they are gone. They are mud, rock and thatched roof houses. Barely a room or two big. I also never see any men around, only the young boys. There are also no children over an approximate age of 8, based on their size and how they play.

I also notice that no-one talks to me. I just walk along and watch everyone. I am very happy and hum to myself with a big smile on my face. I have no idea of where I am, but the landscape is how I have always pictured the country sides of Scotland or Ireland.

As I sit here and write about what I see and feel, I keep thinking to myself, I should feel lonely. No-one notices me, they don’t even look my way. But I do not feel lonely, or scared, or cold or anything I associate with bad. All I feel is comfort, happiness and warmth.

[Gala]

Two very quick thoughts I had.

The first one, I am in a Greek or Roman villa. By a pool, in a toga or the female equivalent therof. I am either serving or being served. Then my mind interferes and I wonder if this is just my imagination kicking in, as I love the Greeks and Romans (ARt History teacher)

Second.

I am in a wagon train. Throwing up beside the wagons going by. Throwing up ????
Ye Gads..
Thats it.

[Nighthawk]

Gala, sounds cool.... and toga parties are fun... I think of Belushi..oh, anyway.. That does sound interesting... of course, now I want greek food... Hmm, yummy

[Ladyvi]

one of my first memories of something such as that goes like this.
i was kneeling on the ground hands tied behind my back. dressed in costly red to wine colored linens and silk. i was the mother of the king. the people around where silent. it was in babylonian times. i had disobeyed and rebelled or started something that went against the crown. to save face and to make his mark for his rule . my son had me beheaded. it was dusty . it was evening. it may not be 300 words but thats all i have on that memory. question if you wish

[Nighthawk]

Okay... this is fine.... Tzhe..got yours
Cat...fine
Gala, good
Ladyvi... ok

Lesson two closed please.

[Brynn]

Well I did this one a while ago so I'll do this one before lesson 1.

It was in victorian era london, I believe, but not positive. I saw me as a lady dressed in black and green. I look to be in my late 20s, early 30s. I was a rich widow, but very depressed to begin with because my husband died at sea, and my son died from a fever. Husband died years ago, but the son's death was recent. I lived in a townhouse sort of thing. The whole town is dirty and it smells discusting. Then I meet a man, he runs something to do with banking, not sure. I fall in love with this guy. I don't know how it ends though because the last thing I see of me is me sitting at the window looking out into the streets of London while taking a break from writing a letter to him.

[Nighthawk]

So, Brynn.. you just might have been this person, you see... If one believes in this.... then you probably were. good.