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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011 |
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Siegfried (the first memory) – 9/25/08 Got this strange memory flash this morning. I am in a strange room. I have never seen this room in any of my previously recalled memories. I am standing in front of a highly glossed desk in a very nice room. As I look at the desk I am standing in front of it and the chair is on the other side. To my right is a built in bookcase filled with books. The shelves are painted white and there is floor and ceiling molding that finishes off the nice look of the bookshelves. The bookcase wall is dark as if something is shading it from the light coming in from the window that is about six feet or so away from the back area of the desk. The window is long and narrow. The view looks out into a great rolling landscape with a valley below filled with trees and a small lake. A bit further out from the lake is a small town or village. I believe this window faces northwest. I believe that it is in the morning hours approximately 9 or 10 in the morning. The day is clear and bright. About 8 feet to the left of this window is a nice fireplace with a mantle. There is more to this sitting room or library, but I am unable to focus in it. The furniture reminds me of what I would see in places as Manfred von Richthofen, but I have a strong feeling that this is not that lifetime due to what is about to happen and the impression of the clothing that I am wearing. I think I might be about 14 years old. I am wearing a nice chocolate brown coat that comes to mid thigh. I keep flipping between seeing myself wearing riding boots and just wearing straight leg trousers and dress shoes. The pants are a light tan color. The rest of the room feels like it has paintings and family antiques and other nice items that one would want to look at or put on display for guests to see. I also get flip flopping images of the room being lit from the far left by oil lamps? But that occurs during the evenings. I suddenly find myself at odds with another. He is bigger and older than me and has bent me over and pressed my face against the shiny surface of the desk. He is really angry with me. He is my older brother Johann, who is about 20 years of age. I can see him in my minds eye with dark brown wavy hair with a mustache and side burns like the ones that were the fashion during the 1800's. He generally dressed as a gentleman and wore clothes very much like mine. We have an oldest sister name Wilhelmina and six other sisters that were in between us and younger than us. We were the only boys in the family. We were an upper class family and had the opportunities of an upper class family such as being tutored, having music readily available, and horses to ride. I liked to ride the horses, and one of my sisters played the piano and another the violin, and yet another played the flute. He has me pinned down tightly and his mass seems much larger than mine. He is pissed off and has twisted my arm behind my back and is pressing his weight against me. He says to me, "Siegfried, you arrogant insensitive bastard." Or something equivalent to that in the language we spoke. I suspect we are German since our names all sound very German to me. I get the impression that I have said something to someone that upset them. My argument was that it was the truth. This doesn't ease his annoyance with me and my actions at all. He tells me what I said upset some female very much and he is going punish me. I tell him he has no right to do so and that only our father can do that. He thinks that our father would agree with him if he were here. At this point I can tell he is fumbling with something and I am trying to struggle to get free. He then swats my backside with something that feels and sounds like a leather strap. I am really upset because this hurts. I demand and ask him to stop several times. He stops and lets go of me and says, "That maybe next time I will think before I say such things to a lady." I get the distinct impression that I inadvertently said something that complicated a social situation. It was something as a fourteen year old male that was not all that interested in social politics would not have been savvy to. He storms out of the room as I find myself feeling perplexed and rubbing my sore ass. As I stand there looking at the closed door, I realize that this room is very nice. We have nice oriental rugs on the floor, mirrors with the heavy golden frames, classical looking paintings, and another huge wall of books that is directing opposite of the wall with the fireplace and windows. There is another long thin window on the other side of the fireplace. Near that window is a sitting area with a nice love seat and small coffee table for setting tea upon. I think there might be a baby grand piano in the center part of this room not far from the fireplace. I keep wanting to say that this past life has something to do with art, but I don't know why I would think that. Perhaps if I get more memories, I will get more clues about the events of that time. |
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