Editor’s Note: When life comes to an end in a tragic fashion, those traumatic memories may often echo into the next lifetime. It’s these very strong memories that are the reason many people can recall a past life. You will less likely remember past live times that were easy and boring. It’s the highs and lows of life that cause the soul to grow, and leave an impact on us as a whole. This brave young lady from the Philippines wrote us with her story of a life from the UK. She finds herself embracing the persona of an apparent past live in unexpecting times. Here is her story.
I’m still having deja vu’s most of the time and the feeling that ‘I need to get home,’ as well as feeling anxiety of searching for something that I can’t find.
My parents told me that I’m just having wild imaginations, but it really feels like it happened before – I’ve seen it. They (parents) were okay with it at first, but it came to the point where they told me to shut up and that I make no sense.
I still remember those sudden familiar memories pop into my head like when I’m doing something such as cleaning my shoes – then the memories will find me. I was cleaning muddy boots one time when I found myself humming with a tune that I’ve never even learned. Moreso, I always thought my name was “Ruth,” then my friends would remind me that’s not my name. Yet, I can feel it is, really.
One time, I reached out and gave my dad his coat out of the blue. He remembered me saying, “Don’t forget to fill in our noggins when you go,” in a different language that I couldn’t understand, but I know what it meant. He said he remembered, because its like I was a different person.
Right now, I cant have peace of mind because it’s haunting me and always giving me the urge to find answers. A friend told me, maybe it’s an old soul inside, because they always find me talking like an old person – telling stories out-of-the-context in our conversation, which leads to something I didn’t remember saying. They told me I was saying I was a savage in liverpool and hid with my parents, and yes my name is “Ruth.”
See, I live in the philippines, I just knew Liverpool is part of the UK (Editor’s Note: the writer said Liverpool is part of Ireland, but we’ve corrected this to the UK.). In the memories, I’m with my parents along with the others in a hill where men work making a railroad, and and my father works there as well. I could smell the metal and grease in the air. I remember horses pulling something heavy and I like watching them working.
I like how I brush my mother’s hair, I like to come along with the other kids and we go back home with a rabbit to fill in our stomachs. I know my father was killed by an owner, or a landlord or something, my father goes by the name of ‘Ingen.’ But I’m still figuring it out. They took my mother and finished her off – right at the throat.
I can still feel the horror they did to others – I was taken away with the others. The last thing I remember is that they caught me stealing something, and they made me drink poison. I can still feel how bad it hurts deep down in my body, it burns. Im glad it’s over, but I need to get back to find them. I wasn’t stealing.
Someone told me to clean the cargo. I did, but they’re getting something while I’m at it. I remember a man pointing a rock at me and he is way older than me. I remember him saying “Mi an Ocrais(?)” I don’t know how its spelled. I dont know what it means. I just remember because thats the last thing I heard before big men made me drink [the poison].