Past Life Memory Resurfaces
I haven’t talked much about it here, but I have strong past life memories of having been a young woman during the American Civil War. My childhood sweetheart, Oscar, and I were deeply in love but my parents would not allow us to marry. Their reasons were that we were too young and that he could not support me properly. They also knew that he intended to join the army when he was old enough, and they feared he would leave me a widow. It turned out they were right on that count. However, I had a very strained relationship with my father after that. I was furious with him for denying me what short time of wedded bliss that I could have had with my beloved before the inevitable happened. I don’t know if I ever forgave him for that.
I was meditating today and was shown an image of my father from the life. I immediately connected him to my older sister. That didn’t make sense to me, since my older sister and I have always gotten along pretty well. Then I remembered something that made a lot more sense of it. In the current life, my sister was madly in love with a young man when she was about the same age I was when I wanted to marry Oscar. My sister and her beau wanted to get married, but my parents kept advising them to wait until they were older and in a better financial position. He joined the Air Force and was sent off to a post several states away. They couldn’t stand being apart, so she moved out there to marry him. It was rough going for the first several years in terms of finances and isolation from the family. However, I am happy to report that almost 30 years later, they are still married and happily so.
I guess Papa needs to reconsider whether he made the right decision about letting me marry Oscar.
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