Stories From The Past
I have had memories since I was a kid a few of my past lives
The most recent was about 1820's-1860's where I was an alchemist (pharmacist) in a small town on the east coast of england toward ireland, I'm not sure exactly where because I never remember seeing a map. However I do remember my job, my table, my herbs and many tools. Many of the customers were my neighbors, so I knew them all well. I also remember my wife, her face, and our three children, two sons and a daughter. I remember all of them, and so many days. The last thing I remember from that life is thinking of them… I died on my way home in a blizzard and only hoped for their safety as I was swept into the cold…
Before that I remember being a pirate in the 1680's-early 1700's, the dates are not as clear to me because I did not care in that life. I remember the sea and the smell of the ocean. I used to dream of sailing often and always loved the tall ships. My clearest memory from that life is once again dying. I had been shot through the stomach and it had pierced my kidney. The moment I remembered most clearly as a child was after we went to the beach I would have the same dream, of the feeling of wood on my back, as I stared at the sky, I heard a far seagulls cry, the sun, sweet smell of sea, and the stickiness of sea on my face, as I stared at the sky, and as all pain faded away, I laughed and thought, today is such a beautiful day to die…
And possibly the craziest memory that actually came true for me was over 2000 years ago…
This memory never made sense to me util much later in life, but I’ll get to that in a minute.
The dream always started out in a great Roman bath, the air full of steam and a great many people about, bathing, talking and drinking. I was standing in the corner of the room awaiting a task. Everyone there was white, but I remember being darker.
The ground shook and there was a terrible noise, part of the building collapsed and fell into to the bath. I turned and ran out of the building, I ran and I ran from a great cloud of smoke. I remember screams and yelling from everyone around. I ran until I found myself in town square, where the marketplace was. Everyone was running and yelling away down the street. I looked into the window of one store, at solid gold bracers. I had always wanted to hold gold of my own, if only for a moment, so I reached through the window and pulled on the oversized bracelets. I turned my hands over feeling their weight on my wrists and I felt very little yet some satisfaction. I sighed and I blinked as everything went black, I felt hot all over, yet the cold embrace of metal on my wrists as all went dark…
So I had that "dream" that I would never call a dream, because of the depth and intensity, the sounds and the smells but the craziest part was still in this life…
Because I went to that place, I found where it was. And by some miracle of fate and history, that entire city is perfectly preserved, for it's known as Pompeii
I went there after high school, on a trip with my dad. We drove across Italy, going to all kinds of places. I said I wanted to go there, so it was already in the plan. When we got close, the strangest feeling of deja-vú crept into me. I hadn't figured out yet this was that place, I was still skeptical any of this was real. But I knew my way down the streets, and to every spot. Every time I blinked, instead of darkness I saw Togas and carriages, the streets full of people. The city was alive and so full of noise, it was honestly weird to open my eyes and see the city so vacant and aged until ancient. I lead us to the stadium and around the whole town, my dad just said where and I lead the way. I saw the frescos and palaces, but remember them just as they were. It was odd to see them faded and so very old. The strangest part of the whole walk around was when we walked down a street and I saw the shop. It was that very place where those bracers had been. This was the market where I had died, right there. I turned to my dad and said this was the market, where the nicest things were sold, not 10 seconds later a tour group passed by, and the I heard the tour guide say, this was the main market square with many jewelry shops nearby…
So I can't say much about that, except I was there, most likely a slave, 2000+ years ago…
I have learned to remember much more as time has gone as well…
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