Hi everyone! I just wanted to share with all of you my experiences that I really think are connected to my past lives. I told Roberta about my past life story last week and she suggested that I create a thread about this, so that's what I'm doing.
Essentially, I have always had a certain fascination with certain parts of history, but not just any time or place, very specific ones. For example, my biggest historical obsession is England in the 1500s, around the reign of Henry VIII. I do find other European countries somewhat interesting at this time as well, but not nearly as much as England.
Because of this fascination with England during the Renaissance, I have done a great deal of research on this period. I have spent countless hours reading about the reign of Henry VIII and those his children (Edward VI, Mary I, and Elizabeth I). For some reason, the English monarchy before Henry VIII, and the monarchy after Elizabeth I, are not at all fascinating to me. I have no explanation for this.
I can pretty much recount every major detail of the reign of Henry VIII, and I know the names/background/reason for annulment of his six wives. Of course, I don't just know all this stuff - I researched it in this lifetime, but what I am trying to say is that I love this time period enough to devote an extraordinary amount of time to studying it.
Another thing that I have always loved, since I was really young, is the way they spoke back then. If I really wanted to sound weird, I could replace you with ye and thou in a conversation. Using them sounds perfectly normal to me - and it always has.
I also love how people were referred to indirectly back then to show respect. Each rank in the social hierarchy had a different word that was used to replace you because you was reserved for family. For example, when talking to a duke/duchess, it would be extremely insulting to say "How are you today?" You would have to say "How is your Grace today?" So, with dukes/duchesses, your Grace replaced you in all sentences. Sorry if I am going off on a tangent here - the point is that this practice always seemed normal to me. Of course, I don't do it because it would really sound strange today, but I love it!
There are other examples of my desire to use antiquated words. I prefer to say with child, rather than pregnant. This just sounds natural to me. Ever since I first heard these antiquated terms, I have like them.
I love quill pens and ink as well. I cannot write with one neatly to save my life, but I love them just the same. I find the scratchy sound that they make on parchment pleasant as well.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I was trying on a Halloween costume - I was Henry VII, of course - when I noticed just how comfortable and natural the clothes felt. While most people would have probably considered the ensemble cumbersome and bulky, I truly enjoyed wearing - it just felt natural.
My theory, thus far, is that I spent one of my lifetimes in the English court of Henry VIII or possibly his children. I feel, for some reason, that I did a lot of bowing too, so I could have been a servant or perhaps a groom. I have never actually gone through a past life regression, but I may someday because I am curious as to whether or not I am correct about this.
I may have also spent another lifetime in English, during the 1100s-1200s. The reason I say this is because another outfit that feels completely natural to me is a crusaders uniform (essentially chain mail and a white toga with a giant red cross on it). I feel like I enjoyed the Latin mass, and that I had the sense that I was incredibly loyal to the King, but to the Church first. Based on that and other things, I feel as though I may have been in the third crusade, which took place in the late 1100s, during the reign of Richard I.
It's strange because I have that sense of loyalty to the church, but I also have a sense of disdain for it. I think this may come from the 1500s lifetime because that was when the Anglican Church was formed, when Henry VIII broke from Rome. Of course, neither of these affect how I feel about the church today, but the feelings are still there, sort of. It's really hard to explain.
So that's my story. Does anyone else have experiences like this that they think may be connected to past lives?