reply to post by Cancerwarrior
Yes, here are a couple of experiences similar to yours, from years ago.
I was born in Chicago, raised in Kansas, and never quite felt at home here. That's enough for starters.
When I was in my early 20s, bailed after earning my Bachelor's degree, and moved to the Rocky Mountains. Summit County, in Colorado, to be precise.
felt like that's where I was at home. "My" mountains - a fierce, indescribable yearning to be there, and for the years I lived
there, no matter what daily grind was going on - fun or trouble - I was always just grateful to be there.
There is a lookout point above Lake Dillon that I discovered at Swan Mountain - and I used to go there and just look out over the lake and mountains.
It brought me a profound peace like nothing I'd ever felt. I knew I was "home."
A few years later, after I'd moved back to Kansas City, I had the opportunity to go to Norway to meet some friends I'd made on the internet. One of
them lived near Bergen, and he had an ancient family farm high up on a cliff above a fjord. He took me there to see it, and we walked through the
property. On it was a stream with a hazel grove along the banks...we walked under the trees, with a sort of "lattice work" of hazel branches over us,
like a lacy tunnel. I had this OVERWHELMING feeling that I'd been there before...chilling, like hair standing on end. Like you said, hard to
describe. But I knew, I knew
in a flash, that I'd been there, lived there.
After a few more years, back in Kansas City, I was digging for a garden, and unearthed a stone-age tool, like a scraper or knife. It felt powerful to
me...I took it to our local Natural History museum, and they told me it was 20,000 years old. So, I knew my property had been occupied by Native
Americans (probably Hopewell), at least as a gathering place, if not a "village location". It was a long, narrow bit of land, with a steep slope in
back that lowered down to a dry creekbed and some unimproved, ancient forest. I've always been interested in Native American culture as well.
This is along the Missouri river, and for many years I had horses there. I would often ride on the trails near the river. I've always loved
horses....and rugged terrain. One day while riding, I had a vision, or a "visitation" by a Native American Shaman woman, or Medicine Woman, who
hovered over me, and said that I had been put there, in this life, to merge the Celtic and Native American spiritualities......
I was in a sacred place - that property - and often felt energy fields, power-points, especially around this one huge, moss-covered tree stump. It
was spooky, surreal, like you said.
Anyway, recounting this has just helped me link the "shepherd girl" vision back to the Norway episode!! A HA!!
And, btw, I also visited a Viking burial ground while there in Oslo, and knew I'd been there before, too.
My heritage is Finnish, Scottish, Irish, English, and German. I'm an amalgamation of several lifetimes in those areas, I guess. Cool stuff, isn't
Scary sometimes, too. I also have nightmares with experiences that have never "happened" to me in this life, like drowning, being mauled by a bear,
plunging off of cliffs, and being in a plane that hits power lines.....
But yeah, I'm a firm believer.
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