past lives

[kmoser]

Goldenlass;
I haven't as yet traced anything of my family there either, but maybe this doesn't have anything to do with who I / we are now and everything to do with our time spent there many years ago..... This is what I dream of I don’t really know the country that well to recognize where it is I dream, but it’s close to the ocean, where I can feel and smell the spray. I’m standing outside and it’s a cooler, maybe winter afternoon, the wind is blowing but not really hard, just enough to feel the spray. There is a cottage that’s behind me; I always get the feeling that it’s where I live or where I’m staying at least. I feel very melancholy, as though I’m waiting for something and not knowing what. There are times in the middle of a day that I see this and get that feeling very strong. I just don’t know where I would look when I get to Scotland, maybe the fates will just guide me. I can only hope.

Also when I was a child I would always get chills and start to cry when I heard the Bag pipes played in the parades or anywhere, I never understood it, my mom would tell me that her dad, my grandfather of course loved them and that we were so close that the love he had of them came to me. That maybe true, who knows. I know I will love Scotland when I see it, but with the feeling I feel and dream I have had I do fear that things will not be the way they were then when I get to Scotland, and I hope I'm not disappointed in what I find. Civilization does tend to move ahead with or without us..

[auntbek]

I think your feelings of a past life are odd, but it reminds me of these pages I picked up while helping a friend clean.
There was a storage locker that had to be cleared of its contents the owner could not pay. Inside the box was a manuscrpt a lady wrote. It was written in 60's or 70'. She told a story of her life in Scotland, how she lived there in a previous life, the story was great reading. It explained her childhood, up to her first death.
The lady was from America. In with the manuscript was her picture and that of her son. He must have been an actor or something becuase his picture was signed.
A letter was with all this, it said, Moms final resting place in Scotland, she finally went home. She made a trip to Scotland and had all the arrangements paid for, to be buried in a particular graveyard over looking this little town she used to have visions about. It was all very interesting, and the paperwork to back it up was with it. She had many wonderful pictures of Scotland, and her name was, heck I forget. I never gave it much thought until today. Maybe you can finish a book about your visions, I always wish that manuscript had been published. If there are any writers on here or you know of a similar story please tell me.