What it Was Like Being Married to an Irish Musician
My Past Life Memory:
I was a young woman in the 1780s married to an Irish musician
Ever since I was seven or eight, I've wanted to go to England. When I was nineteen, I was finally able to make the trip to London for the first time, and everything in my life changed after that. I felt as if I'd been down every street before, and instinctively knew my way around every corner of Bloomsbury, Holborn, Chelsea.
When I returned home, I visited a hypnotherapist, and the first of my memories began at that time: I was a young woman in the 1780s married to an Irish musician living in an English country house. Encouraged by the first flashes of memory, I learned from books how to "hypnotize" myself through guided visualization. I found this was much more effective, as there was no one but myself to put ideas in my head. Subsequently, I began to receive very real, emotional images of that life: my husband dying around the age of thirty, how we met, the things we enjoyed together, our children, my brothers and sisters and parents in that life.
I've kept very detailed notes and drawings of everything I've seen and felt, and now, sixteen years later, I know my name in that life and all the details have been confirmed via historical research, which is very satisfying, given I now know I've not been crazy all this time. And the more I've learned about that life, the more I understand my life today, the more comfort I have in knowing the things I don't have now -- husband, siblings, children -- I did once have, and might one day (in a future lifetime) have again.
I was a young woman in the 1780s married to an Irish musician
Ever since I was seven or eight, I've wanted to go to England. When I was nineteen, I was finally able to make the trip to London for the first time, and everything in my life changed after that. I felt as if I'd been down every street before, and instinctively knew my way around every corner of Bloomsbury, Holborn, Chelsea.
When I returned home, I visited a hypnotherapist, and the first of my memories began at that time: I was a young woman in the 1780s married to an Irish musician living in an English country house. Encouraged by the first flashes of memory, I learned from books how to "hypnotize" myself through guided visualization. I found this was much more effective, as there was no one but myself to put ideas in my head. Subsequently, I began to receive very real, emotional images of that life: my husband dying around the age of thirty, how we met, the things we enjoyed together, our children, my brothers and sisters and parents in that life.
I've kept very detailed notes and drawings of everything I've seen and felt, and now, sixteen years later, I know my name in that life and all the details have been confirmed via historical research, which is very satisfying, given I now know I've not been crazy all this time. And the more I've learned about that life, the more I understand my life today, the more comfort I have in knowing the things I don't have now -- husband, siblings, children -- I did once have, and might one day (in a future lifetime) have again.
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