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lived in Ireland in the very early part of the Twentieth century
Memory: I have two very clear memories and one that I think is either connected or part of that life.
My first memory was of standing by a table in a very small room waiting for my husband to come home. I had been waiting for ages and I had no idea where he was. I can see the room clearly. There is a table pushed up against the same wall as the door is on. The door has a step down into the room. Opposite the table is a fireplace and on the wall inbetween is a long, low set window. On the table is a gas lamp. I have my hair twisted into a bun at the nape of my neck and am wearing a three-quarter length skirt, blouse and have a shawl around me. My husband comes in the door. He just stands there with the door open looking at me. He is wearing all black clothes - a black jersey and black trousers and he has blacked his face with either coal dust or dirt or something. I feel sick because I now know what he has been doing all the time he has been gone. Somehow he is involved in the fighting in Ireland and I don't agree with it. I have conflicting feelings and all I can think is that I don't believe he is wrong because I love him so much. I know he must have killed people but I remember thinking that I don't care because I love him and that is all that matters. I have been searching for him ever since. I still love him and up until recently I did not think I would actually ever find him. I had begun to think that we were not both alive at this time.
The second memory I have of this life is after he has died. I am on a horse with my two cousins and we have gone for a ride. I have got my hair cut in a bob and I believe it is now the 1920's. We have ridden a way we don't normally go and come out up a hill looking down into a valley. We are up above where I used to live with my husband. Someone else is living in the house now and I can see smoke coming from the chimney. I look at my girl cousin and she doesn't say anything. All I can think is that this was the only place that I was ever happy and I will never be that happy again.
I had actually given up finding my husband but I think I may just have met him. I may be wrong but I have hoped it would be many people in the past but always knew it wasn't. This person is different but I will have to see what happens.
Submitted by:
Beth, Feb 15, 2002
How did you come by this
memory?
Dream State
Did you learn anything about yourself
from this experience that has helped you understand yourself better?
Yes
What was your experience?
I was watching the life unfold as an observer, yet also felt as if I
was this person.
