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My Roman Lives

I am unfamiliar with Roman history so it is very difficult for me to know which lives belonged to which time period in the Roman Republic verses Roman Empire. There is only one memory that I know was my last lifetime in Rome, so it has to be during the time of the Empire.

I have many impressions about Rome - some of which may or may not be collaborated by historical documentation or not. 

• - First of all, Rome had electricity. Most of the bigger cities had electricity. That's why the Dark Ages were called the dark ages because they lost knowledge and the electricity that used to light up the streets at night.
  - Roman culture was more advanced than what has been commonly attributed to it, and it was very much like our current 20th lifestyle. We had fast food vendors, musical concerts, fashion trends, lots of politics, a certain amount of consumerism, sex clubs, religious zealots, and military recruitment centers.
  - Nudity wasn't a problem.
• - Sex was normal and not considered evil.
  - The homes were beautiful and the walls were not all white.
  - Slavery was not like the slavery in the American South. Often slaves were prized possessions and were not abused. Slaves also took pride in the family that they served and often were happy not having to worry about everyday expenses.
  - Romans ate well and tended to be tall like people in modern 1st world nations.
• - During one lifetime my name was Gabrielus Hirondontus Aurelius. (not sure about spelling)
  - During one lifetime I was the standard bearer that wore the leopard headdress thing in the army.

The following paragraphs are from memory flashes.

My Clothes

I know that I am a Roman Centurion with some rank and status. On my feet are fine leather sandals. At my shins are metal shin guards that are silver metal with a gold metal decorative swirling placed on it. The edges are also gold that is rolled over the edge to make it smooth. I also have forearm guards that match. My tunic is white. All white except for red trim that runs about half an inch from the edge of the hem of the tunic and the sleeve of the tunic. I do not know about the neck part. I can not see that. The hem hits about mid thigh. I believe that I also own the traditional helmet with the horse mane comb that runs from top of the head to the back. I also seem to have the other typical armor of the time, body formed breast plate that may be made of leather, I am unsure. I also have a red cloak that has button holes in it so that it can be hooked onto my shoulders where there are large round buttons that are there to attach the cloak to. I also own some kind of gladius, that's a sword, at my side. I have the feeling that I am very proud of myself and am very confident.

I have a horse!

The sun is shining bright and warm. I am sitting upon a horse. It is a white horse with a white mane. My clothes are a bit different from other memories. I am still wearing a white tunica, but the strip or ribbon near the hem about an inch away is an inch wide gold ribbon. It looks as if it is actually made with metalic thread. The tunic hit my mid thigh as I sit upon the horse. My leg is a nice golden tan color from spending time in the sun.  I am wearing sandals that seem to have a lacing that comes up fairly high. I believe that I am also wearing the shin guards also. I am wearing some kind of red cape or cloak that is attached using these large round button like things that are at my shoulders. I am wearing some kind of breast plate, but I cannot focus on it because it is shiny and the sun is very bright. I get the impression that it is 12 noon. The sky is very blue with either no or little clouds. I am wiping the sweat off of my forehead and I can tell that I am also wearing some kind of wrist gauntlets that are also shiny. The sleeves on my tunica are short with the gold trim on it. For some reason I think that the gold trim and the horse mean that I have a bit of money and have a reasonably high status within the Roman community.

I do not get the impression that there is any pending battle though I am a soldier of some kind. I am not wearing a helmet, so it must be a non-military ride. Every time I try and focus on my outside surroundings, I get the impression of the day being so bright. So bright that it is almost painful. What I can see is light vegetation, pinkish soil, and gentle rolling hills. My clothes are also very clean so I have not been out on the road traveling or fighting..

Teenager Lying in the Sun

I can feel the sun warming my skin. It is about 10:00 am and I am lying on my back on some of the flat bench seating in an open auditorium.  I have a short white tunica on and have one leg bent up and I can feel a breeze blow across my lower region.  It feels good in contrast to the hot sun that is hitting my face, arms, and legs. I am currently by myself, but I know that others are at another part of the auditorium. We are getting together for some reason, but I am can't recall at the moment. I feel very lazy and content. I am a male teenager.

Music Concert & Light Show

This memory flash comes to me when I hear the Madonna song Ray of Light. I am not certain what it is about the tune that makes me flash back to Roman times, perhaps there is an instrument that sounded like some of the sounds in the music or perhaps it is the rhythmic patterns. I know that when I listen to some of the Robert Miles music that I will flash back to my old WWI planes.

I am in a large open rectangular room with high ceilings. There are several exits to the outdoors and I can tell that it is night time, and it must be summer time since these doorways are wide open and people are milling about and coming and going. Everyone is having a good time socializing, dancing, and eating and drinking. Most of the people in attendance are the ages of about 15 to 35 years of age. Most of us are dressed very lightly and perhaps scantily should be a better term. The girls tunicas are pastel colors and are very sheer and reveal their beautiful bodies. I am wearing a white short tunica with no sleeves. I have the gold trim on this tunica as well. Sometimes I see flashes of gold and red trim. No one is really concerned about their bodies being seen, which is actually kinda nice. The only difficulty that arises is that my tunica is pretty short and when I get aroused, well, things sorta show if you know what I mean.

The singer is female and she is on a stage and there are musicians and the music seems to be amplified unless the room just perfectly designed for musical performances. The music volume doesn't hurt or sound distorted the way modern music concerts do. The music is energetic like the Ray of Light tune and everyone is bouncing around having a good time. I am also quite high on something that I have taken. Don't know what, but I am pleasantly buzzed and just enjoying myself. (Just a little side note - People in Rome did ingest alcohol and other recreational drugs, but people weren't stupid like now. They didn't do this stuff while working. It was rare for people to find being drunk or high as a better state of mind than not.)

I am enjoying the music and I think I am looking for girls or some of my friends. I must be about 16 or 17 years old. There is definitely a feeling like I was hoping to meet someone at the concert. I also remember colored lights and the general room atmosphere had warm pleasant yellowy glow about it.

Sexual Experience

Don't read this if you get prissy about sexual stuff!!!!

I had been chosen to be a sex slave/toy for an evening for a very important man. It was a great honor to be chosen. He was very wealthy and powerful. He only choose men from the military with good families and excellent physical form.

I arrived at his home that was more like a small palace fairly early in the evening, actually, it was probably about 4 o'clock in the afternoon. His servants greeted me and brought me to this large room where they had prepared a special bath for me and where they were going to "prepare" me for the evening. The room had really high ceilings. I would guess about 12 to 15 feet high. The room was like a banquet room/ bedroom. It was a bedroom with a table and bath in it. The walls were NOT white. The walls were brightly colored with geometric designs and flower leaf type patterns. It is nothing that I have ever seen in this lifetime. No one decorates the walls like that anymore. Very bright colors: yellows, reds, turquoise blue. Not pastel either.

The servant escorted me over to the bathing area, which was near an open door area. It was like a patio doorway like present 20th century architecture. This open doorway lead out to a patio outside in an enclosed garden and pool. Very nice. I think they lit oil lamps at night out there. The servants removed my garments and helped me step into the bath. They poured water on me and one girl massaged my shoulders while one of the male servants check the water temperature. It was very nice. It smelled great and they made me feel great.

Then when I was relaxed and comfortable, I got out of the tub and they dried me off as I stood there. I had a very nice body. My skin was semi tan, not very dark at all. I was very lean and muscular. I was handsome. I knew that I was handsome. I was also well hung. I was enjoying all the attention that the servants were giving me.

Part of the preparation was putting a certain kind of flower on various parts of my body. The flower was all white and had possibly four petals and had a trumpet bell shape to it. (Morning glories come to mind.) I am not even sure that the petals separated down to the center of the flower or whether they were just indented four times around the edge. The flower's outer diameter was about 2.5 inches to 2 inches. I was brought over to the bed area where they had me stand. As I patiently awaited their preparations, I noticed that the dining table nearby was being readied with various fruits and wines. They also offered me fruit and wine and served it to me.

The servants either wove the flowers into a delicate vine or the flower grew on a vine and with this rope like strand of flowers they wrapped my penis in flowers. They then had me bend over some kind of cushion form that was on the bed so that my buttocks were elevated. They then took a hold of my wrists and ankles and tied them with silken fabric so that my arms were spread apart and my legs were tied comfortably together. They then put more flower vines over the silken fabric to cover up it up. Then one of the servants took one flower and placed it...um..in my ass. So I am lying in a strange position with a flower poking out of my butt. It must have looked odd and perhaps a bit like a target.

The servants wore mostly plain white tunics though the three young females that were about 14 to 17 years old wore soft flowery pastel colored female tunics that were longer. The servants all looked very healthy and happy and were proud to be part of this man's household. Some of the servants may have been slaves, but they were happy and proud of their master's home and reputation.

My host came in and sat down at the dining table. The servants scurried about bringing this and that from what I could see and hear. He talked with me and asked me about my day and how I felt about this and that. He complimented me on my physical appearance. (Okay, now for all of you that don't know anything about sexuality during the years before Dr. Feud and the Victorian age, the 1950's, men had sex with men for pleasure just like with women. It was no big deal. No one belonged to any gay activists clubs either. It was normal regular behavior.)

At this point I feel very much like a dessert, if you get what I mean. He asks if I would like anything and I think he has some of his serving girls feed me fruit and whatever I want. The girls are sitting around the bed and massaging my arms and legs with a gentle touch. My host gets up and touches me and proceeds to swat me a couple of times across the ass and continues to talk to me about politics or whatever. He then comes up behind me and places himself at that single flower, if you get what I mean, and proceeds to do what he wanted to. When his pleasure with me in that manner is complete, he orders that his servants remove the cushion device from the bed and lay me on my back.

They keep me tied up and I am lying on my back and I can see my host sitting on the a chair next to the bed. He is about 40ish in age and appears to be playing a small musical instrument. I think it is like a small harp. He is casually plucking it. He instructs the 3 servant girls to unwrap my rather excited male appendage. The three lovely young women proceed to have their way with me in various manners while my host enjoys watching me and the girls enjoying ourselves. I don't remember much more after this.

My Last Roman Life

I don't actually know exactly how many lives I have had. I can only guess by what memories I do have, but I can surely state that this life was the last life that I decided to be Roman. The memories of this last Roman life are extremely emotional and upsetting and I have a hard time accessing them. I think when you read the impressions that I have you will see why.

I am a centurion once again. I have been sent to a strange place and I want to go back home. I get the impression that home was a wonderful place that was cool and comfortable. My parents were at home, and I missed them. This place where I am at is dry, hot and the people are very different. I don't think I understand all the languages. It seems like a place of mixed cultures. I can see a street that runs between a row of white clay like houses. They remind me of what you see on TV to depict Mexico during the 1800's. I think this street is paved with mud bricks or some kind of reddish cobblestones. I don't like this place. I don't know why. There is nothing I can see what would make me hate this place.

My unit that I command is an elite group of Centurions. We generally fight and it is rare that we are asked to ruin errands. We are sent to this desert like area. We are to deliver some kind of message to the governing body of the area. Form this visit I get the impression that there is some kind of social unrest going on. I am told that the local Centurion guard are refusing to do their duty due to some political problem with some prisoner. We are asked to take care of the problem since we will be leaving the next day. I reluctantly agree to take care of the matter. We are not amused about doing "Policeman duty." We did not deal with prisoners or handing out punishment to prisoners. Our training with to kill swiftly and efficiently. This job involved torture, which was not to our taste.

Another flash....there is a crowd. Lots of people, but they don't seem to have any distinguishable faces. I have to oversee a task of making sure that someone is cruxified. I don't normally do things like this. There are so many people about. I get the impression that the local people are are upset about something. There is discord. I feel as though I have been thrown to the wolves. I don't actually have to drive any nails into anyone, but it makes me feel horrible anyway.  I am on horseback. My horse is white. The horse is upset by the emotional disturbance, which is unusual since this animal has seen battle.  One of the men to be executed has a family that is present. He seems to have a large group of people that are concerned and upset unlike the other two prisoners.  This is the unusual prisoner that does not seem like a criminal to me. The family has women children and men.  I wish they weren't there. It's awful.

The sun is so bright. There is not a cloud in the sky.  There is a feeling from some of the crowd that they wish this man to suffer.  It's weird for I have been told that he is of their tribe or race.  The more I hear of bits of gossip going through the crowds for some speak Latin and the more I feel as if we have been used.  The man exuded a peacefulness about him, and I wonder what his crime was. He is just up there on that cross suffering and I want to put him out of his misery. I don't see the purpose in having people executed in such a manner. I want to simply kill him, but I am nervous of the reprimand that may follow. I have a family of my own back home, and so does my unit. I can't take action without a good solid reason. 

Something has changed. All I want to do is take my gladius and stuff it into the man and put him out of misery immediately. 

The next memory I recall is standing on the ground. The sky looks weird and is dark in color. The hills and dirt has a reddish look to it and the sky has a dark red and purplish hue to it. I am chewing out the people in the crowd. I am so angry with these bastards. I am telling them that they had a murder an innocent man. There is a man that I noticed earlier had stolen a reddish brown woven toga like garment from the innocent dying man. I reach out with my left hand and take a firm hold of the garment and with my right hand clutched into a solid firm fist I bash the man in the face, and pull the garment from the man's hands. I stride away from the fallen man and walk over to the people, whom I presume to be the innocent man's family. I thrust the garment at them and they with somewhat unsure and frighten looks accept my offering with humble silent gratitude.

I know that I was changed by this experience, and my men were changed by this experience. The man that we killed was no normal man. He was special and extraordinary. We felt used to commit a great wrong. We decided to leave the area as soon as we had provisions enough to leave.  

During this present lifetime I have always hated cruxifices and the Middle East and never knew why until this memory slowly started to make it's way to the surface. I still don't have complete recall, but I do feel strongly that I and some if not all of my Centurions left Roman service and moved north towards the lands of the barbarians in continental Europe. According to another companion whom I have discussed this memory, he recalls being a farmer or craftsman that was a follower of Jesus Christ and when had volunteered to help Jesus's family escape from the area. It was determined that they would be in danger, and he also felt very much that Mary Magdalena was Jesus's wife. He recalled traveling with other volunteers and were attacked by what he described as Jewish soldiers. He said that they were rescued by Roman Centurions. I think that it was my unit that came across them and helped them to escape to the lands far away.

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