Rome
From: Story type: Past life Location: USA Source: Form Submission
I must have been a very young child when I realized I was wiser than
my years. Even as a toddler I walked around expecting to be waited on
hand and foot. It's a personality trait that's never left me. My strong
personality always defining my every action.
My memories are misty, the words seemingly flowing out from my
fingertips to the keyboard without my prior knowledge of them.
As I grew up, I became more and more painfully aware that I was a
stranger upon this world. Everything is so different, the atmosphere
itself is different, things aren't as coloful and raw. How the peoples
have changed, even in looks and build. My dreams of those times began
in my childhood and they always left me feeling anxious, and full of
longing, I wish I could go right back to sleep and go back for another
minute and just absorb as much as I can, breathe as deep as I can,
soothe my soul a little bit.
Watching movies and programs that evoked that past era brought warmth
and comfort to my restless spirit, but they also brought those familiar
feelings... anguish, regret, impotence, humiliation, pain, so much pain
and love lost.
I always wondered who I was before because I always felt like that
person has never really left. It's hard to explain.
Eventually I married and began a family but the feeling never left
me and the questions that always pestered me were who am I and why does
it even matter?
My husband's mom sees a spiritual lady who can see what we can't and
she has proven to be pretty on the spot. Once my husband and I went,
just for fun, and she received me with open arms, like old friends do.
She was very polite and courteous and almost reverential. When it was
my turn, I asked to be told about my past lifes. She said the one I
wanted to know about I was a popular female figure in a position of
power somewhere east of Greece but west of Persia. A voice came from my
body and said: Alexandria. I don't know if I was shocked at the answer
or at the fact that this voice came from me, but it didn't come from
me, like I didn't try to answer the question, I did it unconsciously.
Well, she said yes, Alexandria. You travel a lot, you are surrounded by
gold, your hair is darker and straight, remember? I didn't answer. She
kept going, you met him (points at my husband) there in a port. He's
like a soldier or an emperor, I can't tell. He has greater power than
you but you seek to share that power and you two fall for each other.
Then she stared down at the table, obviously seeing something else. She
suddenly stopped and asked if I had any more questions. When I pressed
the issue, she said I would know if I was meant to know and that I need
to get over it because that life is over with and this is a new one.
Don't let the past influence your actions this time around.
I left there feeling lightheaded but with that deep feeling of
confirmation in my heart and my gut.
Eventually signs all pointed towards the same answer... seeing the
picture of a roman centurion on the back of a delivery bus (a first for
me!), seeing a particular epic movie that touches that topic play over
and over on the tv, when it hadn't played in who knows how long? the
sudden realization that the fact that the languages of ancient greek,
aramaic, and latin sound so familiar is because they were widely spoken
at that time. Once a college professor told the entire class if she
were alive today this (pointing at me) is what she would look like, a
greek (which I'm not in this lifetime) and the sinking feeling in my
stomach when I realize where my lifelong obsesion with Greece, Egypt
and Rome come from... I had a dermatologist come out and tell me out of
the blue that I looked like the Queen herself, then went on to another
subject just like nothing and I'm the first one to laugh at the utter
ridiculeness of it, the cliche reincarnation. I wish it was something
that wasn't so... out there and a less flamboyant personality, but I
did not make that choice.