Often times I feel a lack of belonging in my current place. Not just within my home, but within my life. This may seem like an odd statement, but it is a feeling that I often have. A feeling of being misplaced, almost as if I belong in a different environment or time period. Because of this I have researched past-life regression, and strongly believe that I am an "old soul", like many others in this world.
I have always had an immense fascination with items from the past. Antiques, antiques, antiques. I crave opportunities to visit museums, antique shops, and anything related to historically significant events. When I was a child I knew that I would be an archaeologist, and even now I have such a strong yearning for working in a historical museum.
Anyway, last night I took part in a past-life regression meditation and I was surprised at my findings. It was 1890 and I was surrounded by a sense of cold, stuffiness and grey towering buildings. The buildings had many points at the top of the, and I was walking down a street in between the massive buildings. I had a feeling of unhappiness and to the side of me were people struggling in the streets. I was wearing a green dress with gold trim, and hard shoes. I was blonde and ten years old. I felt lost and sad. I realized that I was in London.
Fast forward two years later, at the age of 12 I was living in a cottage surrounded by rolling hills. The cottage was grey made of some type of concrete and a tan roof. I saw a horse, and felt a great sense of happiness being alone in the forest. I was blonde, had brown eyes, and was wearing a brown dress with a white apron. I felt a sense of calm, but suddenly a man on a horse rode by and stabbed me through the chest (or shot me). I could not understand why he had done this to me. I just kept asking why? Why? Why? I just didn't understand. Then I came back to present day.
I immediately woke from the meditation and researched London in 1890. London in 1890 had a large segregation of society between the rich and the poor, and particularily the East side of London was the target of much poverty, disease, prostitution, and havoc in the form of murders, crime and so forth. I was a bit shocked to find an almost exact picture of what I saw during my meditation. I Googled London in 1890 and came up with these pictures:
This is similar to the setting and cottage that I was living in.
(This cottage has a straw roof, and this is what I saw in my dream- this exact style. Apparently this type of cottage became popular between 1890 and the 1940's. It would have been 1892 when I was living in this home)
I remembered that many of my dreams of the past have had these tall, hovering buildings in them. The mood was always dark, grey and cold, that of which I felt in my past-life regression meditation. There has to be a connection.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Dreams
For as long as I can remember, I have had portions of dreams that come true on a daily basis. My dreams are vivid, intense, and often magical in nature. My mother had always spoken of this happening to her, and recently I have discovered that my grandmother also had daily occurrences of premonition-like dreams as well. Therefore, I feel the need to turn my art, bird, music blog into more of a personal dream diary. I do not feel the need to edit grammatical errors and may write sentence fragments, as this is mainly being recorded for my own recollection of dreams and verification of significant events that may occur subsequently. Feel free to read my nonsensical dream blurbs, but please do not judge me for their poor construction.
The dream below triggered me to began my dream documentation once again.
Dream One
I was in Minneapolis visiting a girl, Desiree, that is an acquaintance of mine. I wanted to become close friends with her so I traveled a distance to visit her and her friends. She acted friendly, but did not seem to feel the need to engage in much conversation with me. I looked into her room, and saw small, furry creatures in a small box. Her friend held a brownish/black creature in her hand, but I could not make out the nature of the animal. "What is that? I asked her friend?" She told me that they were cubs...bear cubs, but they did not look like bear cubs to me. I held one in my hand and asked her why Desiree would have cubs in her apartment. Her friend said that Desiree loved to cuddle with them, but she had a business and sold the cubs to hunters who wanted to use them for game hunting. I was disgusted in the dream, and told her friend that I never thought that Desiree would do anything like that. Desiree left with another friend and I was left with her friend and the small bear cubs.
Dream One......The next day.
After not being able to shake the odd feeling that I had from the previous nights dreams, I went along with my day as usual. I cleaned bird cages, filed special education resources in my file cabinet, and went on some beautiful walks. At the end of the day I checked out Facebook. Because I had such a vivid dream about this girl, I decided to look at her Facebook page. I gasped when the first picture that I saw was a dark furry creature in someone's hand. It was the exact creature that I had seen in my dream. I researched more and discovered that these creatures were day old kittens that had been abandoned by their mother. Then I scrolled down through the pictures and saw....... a large, stuffed bear. What the hell? I called my boyfriend in to the room and had to show him the pictures, and explain my dream experience. Though these were not bear cubs that she would be shipping away, they were the exact images of what I had observed in my dream. These were small kittens that she planned to save. Then to have a newly added picture of a real stuffed bear on her page? How does this all relate? How does this relate to me, and why did I see these kittens in my dream. Though the dream led me to believe in a different scenario occurring, these were the creatures that I had seen in my dream. Because the kittens were so young, they do not quite look like cats yet, but some animal...
I feel uneasy as I am not sure of what this means. Not just this dream, but the frequent occurrences that take place day after day, where I have to say to myself, "oh my gosh, that was in my dream last night." Is it possible that this happens to everyone? I remember most of my dreams, night after night, but the majority of people that I converse with do not remember theirs. Maybe everyone has these "premonitions", but they fade away once awake.