| Autumn 2001 This is a memory of the life of Vladimir, probably my clearest most detailed one. As a small child I lived in a village with my Mother. I remember her picking me up as a baby from a bed with red bedding. It seemed as though she was raising me alone. Later as a small child I saw my father and he held me up and said someday I would be great. It felt good to have him hold me although I felt as though he wasn't always there for me. As a teenage boy I was outside playing a game with stick and balls with other boys, we were laughing and having a lot of fun, when one yelled, "Vladimir, they're coming, they're coming." I looked up and saw a procession of men on horses dressed in elaborate clothes coming toward the village. I felt a bit of nervousness come over me, a combination of fear of the unknown and excitement at the same time. The horses were very 'decked out' too. I was told to get on one of the horses and go with them, it was 'the day'. I remember it was beautiful to see the procession head toward a castle with all of the colors of the men on their colored horses and the land was beautiful too, rolling green hills. I felt really special but also a bit apprehensive. The next memory. I was visiting an old man who seemed like a relative or a teacher of sorts, he was in a small cave-like room with a ceiling which was too low to stand up in. I remember feeling that I had to accept Christianity but he was telling me never to forget the old (pagan) ways. I didn't want to become Christian but I knew I had to. There was a sadness felt with giving up the old ways. He gave me a copper nugget/ball and said that it would help to guide me.
One Christ, Many Worlds Terrance McKillip At some time I was standing outside with the copper in my right hand and I squeezed it in my fist. When I open my hand all of this beautiful sparkling copper dust came out and blew towards the sky. Then it was like a vision of red graduating to orange and then to yellow and brilliant white with Jesus in the center, he was glowing too. (what's strange about this is that I am so Not into Jesus in this life! LOL) It did feel very awesome and magical though, I, Vladimir, stared at the image for quite some time and it really felt profound. Anyway, this told me that accepting Christianity was the right thing for me to do and from that moment on I felt at peace with changing my religion. It seemed to be a very important aspect in this life. At some point I, Vladimir, was kneeling before a King or someone important who was offering a young woman as a bride to me. The young woman was related somehow to the King. It felt like a very important day. This is the only memory of her. The rest is vague but I felt like at some point I was in hiding or in exile. There was a fear attached with returning home. At another point I vaguely remember someone being thrown from the walls of a castle. I also had spotty memories of giving orders to others and being an authority.
Some other incarnation memories...
(These are very brief discriptions, sometime I'll write the whole memories out)
~ Dorothy, lived in Chicago, red hair, b*tch, hated feeling vulnerable, worked at father's company in an office, never married, died at about 30 yrs old...hit by a green car while crossing the street in 1941 or 1942. As a child...fell out of a very slow moving car on a dirt road in the country, wasn't hurt but siblings were all laughing and that's part of what caused all the hate inside of her.
~ White Flower, Native American, son fought in the Civil War for the North. As she was standing on a big rock and leaving her life, she gave me the message to forget about the hard work and the money, just be happy.
~ Elizabeth, immigrated to New England by ship from England, I think, had a very cold hard life, worked constantly, lived in a very tiny place, only one or two rooms, the time period seems to have been early 1700s, died at home in bed, with husband near.
~ Cave dweller, very vague memory, must have been a really short life, the main memory was looking up through a hole at the top of the cave at the sun wishing I could go out there.
~ Monk or Friar, very faint memory of walking in a robe on a veranda with many white columns and looking out to see the ocean, it was really very beautiful, seemed to have been somewhere around the Mediterranean.
~ Mexican migrant worker, male, worked in the fields in the south or south-east states, father was an alcoholic and shot him while he was just a young man, I remember people running to try to help him as he died and some were fighting the father to get the gun away. There was a young woman that he was in love with who was very sad when he died.
~Helga, Overweight woman with blonde hair braided up on her head. A faint memory of children climbing all over her as she was telling them stories. She was very robust and laughed a lot, very loving.
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