Past lives

Past life experiences are very personal experiences to that individual. I have always felt that people that are interested in history are very interested in a certain time or era in history. There are some historians that have been the abusers in history and they do not want the truth to come out. You only happen to look at this forum to look how people have such difference of opinion. Another thing I have noticed is when people that have an interest in history that is not of their country and their interest came from a book that they had read and they become more interested on a more personal level. Some people such as myself have met people who say they have had past life experiences and they have written this and that about what their versions of events in history. There is no wonder why there is so much conflicting in history. The real victims are the ones that they write about. I have met two other people who have had past life memory and they were major players in history and you could not met nicer folk. In fact I would say they are very spiritual people and its a pleasure meeting them, they are both very shy and do not wish for any limelight.
Now for my experiences, I have always felt I had to do something in my life and I had always felt that I was different from others and I was not into the same stuff as everybody else. I was brought up in a council house in a village just on the outskirts of Greater London. My dad at that time was a lighter man on the docks and in 1967 my dad had lost his job and his friends help us out in dire times. During my childhood the other kids in school did not like me and I could not understand why, but I understand now it was because of our social standing. The reason why I do not like snobbery today. I use to go into a world of my own and I went back to a past life memory of when I was a Buddhist monk. It seemed perfectly normal to me that we have been here before. When I tried explaining about the Tibetan culture to my mum she did not understand me. My relationship with my mother was not a very close one. She could never bring herself to show any affection towards me. I have two other sisters but we don't have close ties. I was always closer to my dad and when he was annoyed with me I would be very upset but I never seemed to do that very much. It was my mum that used get very annoyed with me when I never did very well at school and she was always telling me that I would never amount to much. I did get a lot of abuse as a kid I hid it well. I kept on going though life with having a sense of humour and found funny in just about anything. Life had improved when my dad found a job, but my life at school was not much better I was put to the back of the classroom and made to sit with a boy from Mexico. I still laugh about that til this day. I was always interested in history from a young age and I always liked to read about the Kings and Queens of England. Every Christmas and birthday I used to get these sort of things for presents. It was my dad who brought them for me. He kept on telling that I was special and I was going to do something important. At the time I did not fully understand and it caused my mum to be jealous so those moments were kept to a few. I can remember the nights we were aloud to stay up when the national anthem was on he would tell us to switch it off, he didn't have much time for the royal family and he was pretty much open about his views on them. My dad was born in the east end of London and he played a accordion and once he told me that he played with Jimmy Shand before he got married. He was quite left wing on his views and was very interested in current events but he was never into religion very much. The first time I made a statement was when I went out on outing with the brownies It was the changing of the guard or whatever I had this great urge to pull down my knickers and wee just outside its gates. The men that stand there so still moved so quickly. Everybody was so serious and they told me that I have committed tremendous crime. I though they were going to put me in the tower of London until one person sounded some good reason saying look at how young this girl is just make that her family know what shame she has done to the country. The ride home on the coach was a lonely one nobody was allowed to talk to me not even my sisters. I was told that I was to get off the coach last and all the mothers who came to pick up their daughters just glared at me they had all been told that I had done the country a great wrong. I had plenty of scorn of my mum but my dad was quietly proud of me. As the rest of my childhood I got more and more interested in the late medieval times and Tudor times reading novels of Jean Plaidy. I would go off in a world of my own and imagine that I was there living it in what I felt was the the good memories of courtship and romance. At school I got a completely different picture where Richard III was a nasty evil character who murdered the princes in the tower. It was not the picture that I could remember I knew then that there was rubbish written in history. During the course of years as I was becoming a young lady I voiced my opinion on Shakespeare I felt very strongly that it should not be taught in schools, but nobody seem to listen to me and nobody that I knew at that time didn't seem to care. As I left school I was relived at leaving it as I felt I had not learn anything worthwhile and I was happy to work for a living and the job I had was the best job I have ever had. I was a kennel maid and I loved its rewards. I loved going to work and then I seemed to attract more friends and I seemed to feel more grown up. But this new found happiness was not going to last. One of my dads relatives had died and he past on his cottage to us. My mum seemed to think that it would be great because we can move out of the council house and live in a posh area. I wasn't all that excited about because people that I had grown up with had started to except me for the first time in my life. The work even offered me to stay in the caravan on the site. But even dad said that they will working long hours and as I had not reach of age I had to move with them. My intuition proved me right, the place was not the same as the village. It was one of those commuting towns where people who lived there most of them went to London to work and commuted to London on the train. I did try and mix in with some of the people there but I did not have much in common with them they seem to have a snobbish attitude and they always looked down at everyone. I did find work and it was in a factory the pay was a lot better but again I could not get on very well with them they thought I was a little weird or they didn't understand my sense of humour. I had felt alienated again. There was something that changed that and it was something that I embraced. The factory was moving up to Cheshire and I had a chance to move up there on my own. My dad at was not happy about me moving up there but I had told him that was unhappy and I could never settle there and most of the people I had been friendly with had started having family's and for some reason I wanted to avoid having a family at all cost. I knew that was not the path I should be going down. I was not in a relationship at the time so I had moved to Cheshire and it was the first time I was independent. I loved the freedom and I loved the northerners it was great no more snobbery. I am a outgoing personality and I found it easy making new friends. I got a job working twice a week working as a bar maid as a way off making friends I was determined to make a go of my new life. I had made a few mistakes and one of them I was married to a bit of a control freak that abused me mentally and physically I knew I had made the wrong move and I did not love him so I just walked out on him before I had become pregnant and my work mates helped me with that. It was great getting my Independence back and I stayed in a hostel in a different town called Altrincham where I got a part time job working in a wine bar to help me pay off some of my debts and I made some new friends there too. Life was good to me I wanted to do some evening classes but I did not do very well in there and the history teacher seemed to think that I would be better going to the Astrology classes. I went along and I was so surprised how quick I had picked this subject up there were a few people that started to ask me and what I thought my ideas on astrology. The history teacher wanted me to do the charts of who he was compatible with and my mum was finding hard to understand how I was getting results as I told her that she was going to leave her job on that exact date. I even told her that her friends husband was having affair. I knew that I had been given a gift like when someone has a good singing voice and I knew my gift was given to me for a reason. I never made much money on this gift. I left the factory when I paid off all my debts and I wanted to go out into the world and met people I did travel first and I had a steady relationship with a nice young man and I went around Europe with him. I had started to work full time in the Wine Bar and I got to know the customers. The wine bar attracted well to do customers and famous people. I treated them as I would treated anyone else with respect and I would not grovel or talk shop to them or interrupt their conversation so that you have got their attention. I had seen that happen a lot at famous people. This gave me a lot confidence to interact with all walks of life. I had another life change and I met this man who had his own shop in Manchester and he kind of had a spell over me. The steady guy had decided to go to Leeds to go to university and then I found a break so that I could have a relationship with this guy. He was like some spiritual guru to me and I was the first I could talk to about all things spiritual he taught me how to mediate and we did peace mediation and all sort of stuff which was good. He taught me well and I loved those books on Tibet. I did look at him with rose tinted spectacles and I never seen his flaws he ran off with someone who was 13 years younger born to wealthy parents. I was back to my independence and enjoying a good social life. I had a good mixture of friends. I had started to get popular with other people and it attracted a lot of jealousy and some people started to spread rumours about me and some of it was quite nasty. These people were the people that I had worked with. I went to the paper shop and asked them to deliver the daily sport. My boss could not understand why he was getting that newspaper and had spell out the treatment that was given. I could not understand why they hated me so I had never done anything wrong to them. I started to keep a diary because I could release some of my emotions. There was one lady who I worked with and she had a crush on this married man who was telling everybody that he was a millionaire. I had found this man a bit shallow so I kept out of his way, but one day he came up to me and he said that he would take me out shopping and buy me new clothes, take me to the hairdresser to get my hair cut, then take me to the races, then take me out for a meal. I then knew I was about to vomit and there was no chance of him getting anywhere near me. The next day I went to charity shop and brought new clothes had my hair done put a bet on at the bookies went to pizza hut and had a quite night in on my own. That next day he had seen me he did not look at all happy and he asked the lady who had the crush on him to find out what I been up to so she was very nice to me for a change. I told what I did the day before and she told him. He had told her he asked me out. This did not help my work problem and I was called all sorts of names that it made me ill. Very ill I had septicemia and it was touch and go whether I was going to live or die. I remember my out of body experiences and watching them resuscitate me and when I seen a man on the left hand side of the bed showing me the white light. I knew then that it was not my time to go I have to meet more people. I recovered from my illness and things had calmed down again. I still worked in the wine bar but the people that worked there were a lot nicer to me probably guilt was the reason why. Still I am not that sort of person to bear grudges so I move forward. While I was ill my fiances were in a bit of a mess so I went to work on the phones lines to do astrology some night a week but I looked around me there were people who were just reading of a script. The owner got wind that I had some talent and he wanted to make me famous. He wanted me to be the blonde haired answer to mystic Meg. I knew that was a way of cheapening the talent of astrology. I told him no find some talent else where. I hang around with people that I had know for years no more glitzy parties now just normal people who like intelligent conversations I loved their company. That was when I was first aware of somebody who was right under my nose. I was going out with someone but the relationship was not going anywhere as he had a few problems I won't go in to to much detail. I broke it off before the problem got any worse. This man was older than me and he seemed to know me very well and he had told me that he knew me in a past life. I knew it was not some waffle to impress the younger ladies I felt his emotions and feelings. Its hard to explain it but as my life long passion against the monarchy and Shakespeare I still to use spellchecker for that name, were aroused again. I knew nothing happen in this life time because he had told that I have to move and I had something very important to do. At this point in my life my dad was not very well and he was dying from cancer and our relationship got really close at this stage and we would natter on the phone ages. Mum never got in the way like she did when I was young. Anyway my dad died in July 1999 and I met my partner two weeks after my dads funeral. He lived in Scotland and he finally persuade me to moved up here in April 2000 and it is the best move I had ever made. A few years ago I had started to get past life recall from Richard III life time and I have been regressed. I have met other historians and there reactions with me are most strange its as if they had known me in that life time. It was strange that man knew that I was going to move and that I would be doing something very important. In history whats more important than the truth. This is a true story of my life.
The truth is better than a lie its damned sight more interesting.