How many times will we follow the same path

[BanzaiBonnie]

The Darker Brother


I stand at attention---waiting. My brother appears at the top of the stairs. He is almost beautiful. His bronze skin and dark curls are highlighted by the white ruffled shirt and velvet jacket. He is stunning and everyone goes out of their way to be near him. He knows how to flatter and his words are like honey to most.

I know my place and my place is at the door of the great house. As far as my owners are concerned, that’s the reason for my whole existence. But I feel more than that and my anger surges at the acceptance of my brother who is part of the family because he can pass. You see, we have the same mother, but different fathers.

As I watch my brother descending the great staircase a shock runs through me as two names converge in the same space. The names Richard/Victor at the same time layered one on top of the other. How can one person hold two names?

I slip back to current time and look down at my very white hands. I look at the young blonde woman staring back from the mirror. But I know without a doubt that this is a past life recollection. And it was triggered by the betrayal by someone whom I considered a friend.

Richard in this life, Victor in the previous, is playing the same game he learned then. He is pretending to be someone else. Still with his honey words and good looks, I understand and am sad. He has not grown or learned anything from the other times he walked this earth.

[BanzaiBonnie]

1. This could be the beginning of a pretty good piece of fiction

except it happened to me. I remember.

[MorningGlow]

2. Wow. That's fascinating, Bonnie.

Thank you for sharing that. (It could be a wonderful short story, if you're so inclined!) I'm sorry your friend hasn't learned anything yet. Perhaps you can hope for the best for his next go-round. Do you think you'll be there for him next time as well?

Your memory reminded me of a past-life recollection I had once in a dream. It was very brief. I was nowhere and could see nothing. But I looked down at my hands, and they were those of a black person (I think a man's). My immediate reaction was the thought, "Uh oh. This is gonna be difficult." That was the end of my dream/recollection.

[get the red out]

3. Amazing, thank you

I have had "snippets" that I can only conclude were from past lives; a couple were dreams. I always value getting to hear other people's experiences with this, since I tend to try to write my own experiences off after a time. It is very sad that this person hasn't picked up anything and grown. They sound a bit shallow and I wouldn't want to go through multiple lives like that.

One dream I will share, very short, I was on the edge of sleep and suddenly was like an outside observer looking at a very pregnant young woman and younger girl in some part of Africa, and I "knew" somehow that this happened a long time ago. In my mind I heard my "observer" say that the baby would be born healthy but then both the mother and baby would catch some disease and die. I felt like the woman had been me and the girl with her was her and my (now) younger sister. I felt more sad for the loss the young girl would experience than anything and sensed that she was very excited about her sister's baby and their death would be tragic for her. It just occurred to me that in our lives now my sister has two kids, both through adoption and she had to jump through massive hoops to get them; and I never experienced the desire to have kids at all. Strange.

I get these kinds of dreams when I am between deep sleep and consciousness. I wish it would happen more often.

[BanzaiBonnie]

4. GTRO, If we carry memory

with us from one lifetime to another, think how this affects us. It may have much to do with feelings you have in this life.

Two of the more traumatic memories I have of past lives were spontaneous, but triggered by meeting up with the people who had played key roles in those lives.

The life I wrote of was as a male in the Southern US. Another life was as a wet nurse for one of the royal families in England. That one was pretty interesting.

I have always had some dread of English history. Did not want to read or study anything about it. I mean, actively repulsed.

There was also this fear of opening a door to a hallway and being somewhere else, sort of like a Twilight Zone story. When I was in my mid thirties I met a young man who I fell head over heels for. Well, ;-) not that far as I was a committed married woman. But I could not take my mind off the young man. Then one afternoon I was in the children's bedroom and opened the door to enter the hallway and I was somewhere else entirely. I was opening the door to a house and there was a soldier standing there telling me, " He's dead". I screamed and nearly fainted and then I was jolted back to current time. In that flash of the other time, I understood the whole story.

I was a wet nurse to one of the Henrys, I think. I had raised him and was a trusted servant to the royals. The child I had nursed and raised, had fathered a baby of his own and wanted to hide him from those who wanted to get rid of the child. He asked me to take care of the boy.

I must have felt I had some position of power for the favor and asked for a household to be set up and a husband for myself as I'd already lost one husband to the service of the king. Lordy, pretty ballsy making demands of a monarch. But I couched it in terms of safeguarding the royal child and hiding the true identity of the infant.

The king asked his inside circle of guards if anyone would agree to be my husband and one of them volunteered. We were just getting to know one another and I was head over heels in lust, when my soldier/husband had to leave for service. And we are back to where I began this story, with me opening the door to the news of the death of my beloved.

That's all I remember. I would love to dig into the history and find out if I can prove out any of this. I want to travel in England someday but have a bit of trepidation at what I may recognize and going through those feelings again.


The time I saw other lives was when I asked to see them. One was in Egypt, one in a buddhist temple in high mountains, and one as a native American at the time of my death.

So Red Out, ask and see what happens. All I did was lay down on my bed, get into a very relaxed state and ask to see anything that I might be working on from a past life.

[get the red out]

5. Wonderful stuff!

There are some serious mysteries out there for all of us!

I definitely have some "issues" that I arrived with. Things that have no basis in anything I have experienced in this life. For instance, I was raised in a Protestant family with little interaction with Catholics, yet I have always had a huge revulsion to the Catholic Priesthood, Nuns, and Monks; with no interaction with these people at all.

I will definitely keep asking to see more.

[BanzaiBonnie]

7. Oh yeah!

Being tortured and burned at the stake may leave memories that haunt.

I have claustrophobia. And also a great fear of not being able to breathe. So I may not have been burned , but drowned.


The other reason for having memories is that we are tapping into the memories of humanity in general and we are viewing them individually.


Although that doctor's work with young children and children being born with fingers missing and deformed would point more toward an individuals personal memory of a past life.

Just my trying to figure it out. I have lots more questions than answers:think:

[MorningGlow]

9. I'm claustrophobic too--and hate to have a blanket over my head

And when I was little I was terrified of water--any water. I wouldn't even wash my face. Taking a bath freaked me out, and when my family could cajole me into going into the pool, I clung to the side and wouldn't let go, even with my inflatable life preserver or water wings. Yeah, I'd suspect I likely drowned at one time.

I may have been crushed in some lifetime as well, as I have an irrational fear of being on the bottom of a pig-pile. When I was younger, if my friends all jumped on me and I ended up on the bottom of a pile, I'd completely freak out.
:scared:

[MorningGlow]

6. Candle staring works well too

Hi Bonnie,

Powerful story of your time in England! I have the opposite feeling--I love, love, LOVE England. I have had lives there many, MANY times, from the ancient Celtic era to the Victorian era to the "swinging '60s". I have been there IRL and feel completely at home. I even knew how to make my way around Glastonbury without the aid of a map!

However, I have a distinct aversion for the Far East (for want of a better collective term). I have NO interest in China, Japan, or any other Asian country. I did see a lifetime where a beloved from this life and I were Japanese soldiers (from the 1800s judging by the armor) fighting side by side.

When I was a teenager in California, my parents and I were touring a historic hotel that had an Asian-themed bar that had been a busy place in the first half of the 20th century. I couldn't stay in the room--I thought I was going to suffocate. The decor repulsed me and brought out terrible feelings and thoughts. I had to leave and stand out on the walkway overlooking the courtyard until the rest of the group came out.

Anyway, a number of years ago I spent an entire summer experiencing a crash course in magic and shamanism, conducted by my guides (whether I wanted it or not! luckily I was okay with it! :D ) I did some candle-staring and saw an entire lifetime with a young man I knew from school. It was incredibly detailed. I strongly recommend something like that for focus--it works wonderfully well.

[BanzaiBonnie]

8. Anyone here know any English history that might fit this scenario?

Let me know if you recognize anything like this.