Another of My Own Past Life Memories Resurfaced
I love it when I recover more memories from my past lives. I’m still trying to figure out what kinds of things trigger them. In the case of last night, I seem to have gotten one on request.
I was laying in bed after an emotionally rough day. I had already vented about it and wanted to switch gears to some happier thoughts, so I asked my angels to lift my spirits. Shortly thereafter, some pleasant images started filling my mind. What I saw was me around 2 or 3 years old in my Civil War life. I was over visiting at the home of Oscar, who was my age but would eventually become my husband. I’m not sure if his parents were babysitting me or if my family was there for a party that would run too late for little ones’ bedtimes, but Oscar and I were put in the same bed to sleep. It felt like our normal bedtime, but there was still light out, like it was a summer evening. We were having too much fun to settle down and sleep. We’d put our foreheads together so that the other would look like a Cyclops and giggle ourselves silly over it. A dark-haired lady poked her head in the room to shush us and tell us to go to sleep. She tried to be stern, but you could tell that she was quite amused by us.
My friend Steph had pointed out to me that the memories that tend to surface are often the small moments in life that had a deep emotional significance even if they weren’t about big events. I’ve been finding that the ones I have the clearest memories of are indeed moments when I was in a state of deep contentment, not even so much great joy, but the sense that all is right with the world.