posted July 05, 2013 11:01 PM            

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Originally posted by Chryseis:
ok well put the chart up, if I can't see anything or its difficult for some reason then I can probably only give you a few conventional statements on it or may even leave it.

Put up whatever chart you want but I do find that the draconic seems to throw impressions up on what seems to be past life matters and scenarios.

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posted July 07, 2013 12:10 PM            

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Originally posted by Chryseis:
I will reply sometime soon - could be up to 5 days time - six

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posted July 08, 2013 10:19 AM            

There is a problem, that's the pervading feeling. The past life it seems is male although initially I can't be entirely sure. I feel like something sad and heavy is very oppressive on them - I would describe the feeling as something not exactly misery, but more like things just didn't go the way they wanted them too.

The imagery opens with the person seeming like they are in their fifties and they are wearing half pants like buttoned just below the knee and stockings. They feel something between Russian, Jewish and Balkan or something kind of Slavic. I like the texture of the material on their pants as it feels like finely woven wool but is as smooth as can be and would look like it was a lovely soft and heavy cotton - but it is actually wool and there is something mixed in - I think the wool was soaked in something before it was spun and woven. From what I can understand is that he is like a soldier of misfortune (this is how he thinks of himself) - he's also a little dramatic. He'd drive me nuts if he was my husband. Maybe because he is kind of clingy and would have been all smoochy sooky and would be kind of whiney about this and that and needing different things and implying that someone should do this for him, allow that for him, provide such and such for him etc. I meet patients like him some times and they start out very nice and saying no I have to do it for myself, trying to seem all good with not asking too much of others, but before you know it, they are wanting this and that, and particular about various things and in moody histrionics at the slightest thing that looks like just another thing that they have to do for themselves - woe is me kind of thing. In actuality he's a moocher and is kind of playing whoever he can but still he does have this persistent 'ho hum, not much happens great for me' kind of way about him. He's almost kind of sweet but yeah would be a total burden for a wife and would want to be molly coddled and waited on.

Sorry not sounding a very glamourous account at this stage. I like how clever he is though and he has a quick mind, is good with numbers and can measure and calculate, sum up quickly etc. He doesn't seem to have an occupation, he has arthritis. He hasn't required money. His house was his father's house and his father's before him etc. He lives in a muddy town that has cold slippery stones and unpaved areas that often seem damp and as said, muddy. He could wear either a type of clog on his feet or sometimes soft leather slippers.

People bring him what he needs. He gets milk delivered to him in a pail and cheese in a light cloth in a bucket too because the cheese still has some liquid with it. Its a slightly rubbery white cheese and this is another type that is more like fresh compressed curd with some herbs in it. He doesn't eat much bread. He has barrels of potatoes, where the potatoes grow in the barrels at the back courtyard of where he lives. The houses all join each other in rows lining a street. Not much light gets into the back courtyard area and he has a couple of animals. A few chickens, ducks and geese and it seems he has some kind of a small horse and a goat - I think it is. The goat basically doesn't give milk anymore and he might get rid of it but its good company for the horse and keeps an eye on the other animals. He thinks even the cat likes the goat I think because it snuggles up to the goat sometimes for warmth. He has an amazing idea of this goat - like the goat is like a friend/valued staff of his - he thinks of it as a male goat but its a female goat.

When I think of the town, the medication 'Rosuvastatin' otherwise known as 'Crestor' comes up in my mind, so perhaps it is close or there is some linking idea. The medication is used to treat high cholesterol.

He has acquired his clothes by buying the fabric and having someone make it for him, or commissioning someone to acquire the fabric and manage the making of it. He pays them in seems like some kind of gem. He has a bag of them. He tells people his brother gives them to him from away somewhere but he acutally has a big bag of them himself and they have always had these gems. He will cut them depending on how much he wants to pay for something. The family has had them from what seems like some kind of theft - perhaps from some kind of business that had them and they somehow learnt about their existence and stole huge amounts in some box like chests about 40cm by 25cm, and a little goes a long way in terms of paying for things. People just think he has this fortunate brother and they don't know that he has no close family left and that he has this supply - which will last his life time and would have lasted awhile in someone else's lifetime after that. So he only has like this smallish sack now but he doesn't need much and as said, he chips bits off. I think the gems/jewels are a combination of precious stones and other stuff like emeralds and lapis lazuli. There is a bit of garnet - which he tells people are rubies. And there is another precious type couple of stones, one is white and the other is like a slatey black.

He is actually pretty bored - that is his main problem. Most of the year is damp and coldish and quite darkish in the amount of light that they get. His poultry get fed scraps and grain and I think they may have a sort of a run that they can access that leads down to some grassed area about 50 metres away.

He does have a wife of sorts, or maybe it is a second wife out of circumstances, they are not in love, but just a kind of company and mutual support thing going on. He had one son that was taken away by someone, possibly the first wife's sister - there were issues. I can't understand why she had that control, I think he just gave in to the idea of what this sister was saying, something along the lines of, you can't raise a baby, how will you look after him. And he just sort of gave in to it. I don't think he had bonded with the child in the early years as the child was about three when he went. The mother died of what seems like typhus and the baby was sick for awhile too, perhaps this was initially why the sister was looking after the little boy I think. After about ten years this past life man thought that he would like to have known his son more - as if it finally sunk in that he was the father of a boy somewhere, and all that this entailed.

The sister didn't live far and it was like a smaller village about 5km away to the larger town that he lived in - but for some reason that just seemed so far away. I don't think he ventured very far from home as a rule.

It was in a time when there was no real mail to speak of, and of course no phone. There is a Swiss connotation coming to mind. I think it may have been the telegraph. On Wikipedia it was invented by Claude Chappe. Apparently he was French, but perhaps there may have been something Swiss about him or connected to the Telegraph. So yes, I think they must have had some kind of telegraph system.

I think the past life man's name was Edigorvan, which sounds like e-dickor-farn. Last name, I think has two words coming in, one with G and the other with P. The G one is possibly Glouc or Gloucs and the P one Perwecke or something. There is a Peruecke but that seems to be a German name. I feel I have mentioned this surname before in someone else's reading, so I'm not sure if I have it right or what its about. Gloucs doesn't seem to fit either so I'm not sure about the last name.

I'm not sure what the problem was that I sensed at the beginning of the reading. Maybe it was just about him feeling the down/bored/ho hum/woe is me thing. He had skills though too - maybe like one with metal either he made a file ( a tool), or he used a file - not sure which. I feel a sensation of jealous, on my part, but am not exactly sure what this skill/craftsmanship of his is, but somewhere within me, what I receive about this, makes me feel jealous without being fully cognizant of what it is so it must be good. And I do get jealous of abilities - such as craftsmanship etc, lol.

He died at what seems like 73 yrs old, but by a free incident because otherwise he was very healthy. I think he was somehow knocked over by a tree branch flying off in a nasty storm. The storm was in the afternoon and the weather had turned nasty. He had been walking there and perhaps it was near the grassed area of the chicken run that ran from his mucky yard down to the back of the houses where there was some grass and vegetation. Its like the tree branch took this sudden swing at him and wacked him on the back of the head. He was knocked out and fell face down into the ground, but I don't think anyone knew he was there and he died of exposure from lying knocked out then unable/unwell enough to get up and then hypothermia set in. I think some blood loss occurred and he was also just too exposed into the evening. I feel like he had come too after the initial concussed feel and he was still really tired and dazed so just couldn't raise himself. I can feel the cold creeping into his lungs and breathing passages and his urinary system was getting chilled too - he wasn't as sturdy in his seventies as he had been in his fifties, though he had been in fairly good health up until the end. I think the second wife had died some time ago and he had acquired a small dog since then.

I always hope that I don't freak someone out with the talk of the past life death - so I hope you will be ok - of course, keep in mind that it could be a load of crap, as I have no real guarantee that its even valid.

posted July 08, 2013 10:34 AM            

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Originally posted by Chryseis:
I replied off my phone so not sure how the six got there, I think I actually wrote 'soz' - damn that autocorrect!

There is a problem, that's the pervading feeling. The past life it seems is male although initially I can't be entirely sure. I feel like something sad and heavy is very oppressive on them - I would describe the feeling as something not exactly misery, but more like things just didn't go the way they wanted them too.

The imagery opens with the person seeming like they are in their fifties and they are wearing half pants like buttoned just below the knee and stockings. They feel something between Russian, Jewish and Balkan or something kind of Slavic. I like the texture of the material on their pants as it feels like finely woven wool but is as smooth as can be and would look like it was a lovely soft and heavy cotton - but it is actually wool and there is something mixed in - I think the wool was soaked in something before it was spun and woven. From what I can understand is that he is like a soldier of misfortune (this is how he thinks of himself) - he's also a little dramatic. He'd drive me nuts if he was my husband. Maybe because he is kind of clingy and would have been all smoochy sooky and would be kind of whiney about this and that and needing different things and implying that someone should do this for him, allow that for him, provide such and such for him etc. I meet patients like him some times and they start out very nice and saying no I have to do it for myself, trying to seem all good with not asking too much of others, but before you know it, they are wanting this and that, and particular about various things and in moody histrionics at the slightest thing that looks like just another thing that they have to do for themselves - woe is me kind of thing. In actuality he's a moocher and is kind of playing whoever he can but still he does have this persistent 'ho hum, not much happens great for me' kind of way about him. He's almost kind of sweet but yeah would be a total burden for a wife and would want to be molly coddled and waited on.

Sorry not sounding a very glamourous account at this stage. I like how clever he is though and he has a quick mind, is good with numbers and can measure and calculate, sum up quickly etc. He doesn't seem to have an occupation, he has arthritis. He hasn't required money. His house was his father's house and his father's before him etc. He lives in a muddy town that has cold slippery stones and unpaved areas that often seem damp and as said, muddy. He could wear either a type of clog on his feet or sometimes soft leather slippers.

People bring him what he needs. He gets milk delivered to him in a pail and cheese in a light cloth in a bucket too because the cheese still has some liquid with it. Its a slightly rubbery white cheese and this is another type that is more like fresh compressed curd with some herbs in it. He doesn't eat much bread. He has barrels of potatoes, where the potatoes grow in the barrels at the back courtyard of where he lives. The houses all join each other in rows lining a street. Not much light gets into the back courtyard area and he has a couple of animals. A few chickens, ducks and geese and it seems he has some kind of a small horse and a goat - I think it is. The goat basically doesn't give milk anymore and he might get rid of it but its good company for the horse and keeps an eye on the other animals. He thinks even the cat likes the goat I think because it snuggles up to the goat sometimes for warmth. He has an amazing idea of this goat - like the goat is like a friend/valued staff of his - he thinks of it as a male goat but its a female goat.

When I think of the town, the medication 'Rosuvastatin' otherwise known as 'Crestor' comes up in my mind, so perhaps it is close or there is some linking idea. The medication is used to treat high cholesterol.

He has acquired his clothes by buying the fabric and having someone make it for him, or commissioning someone to acquire the fabric and manage the making of it. He pays them in seems like some kind of gem. He has a bag of them. He tells people his brother gives them to him from away somewhere but he acutally has a big bag of them himself and they have always had these gems. He will cut them depending on how much he wants to pay for something. The family has had them from what seems like some kind of theft - perhaps from some kind of business that had them and they somehow learnt about their existence and stole huge amounts in some box like chests about 40cm by 25cm, and a little goes a long way in terms of paying for things. People just think he has this fortunate brother and they don't know that he has no close family left and that he has this supply - which will last his life time and would have lasted awhile in someone else's lifetime after that. So he only has like this smallish sack now but he doesn't need much and as said, he chips bits off. I think the gems/jewels are a combination of precious stones and other stuff like emeralds and lapis lazuli. There is a bit of garnet - which he tells people are rubies. And there is another precious type couple of stones, one is white and the other is like a slatey black.

He is actually pretty bored - that is his main problem. Most of the year is damp and coldish and quite darkish in the amount of light that they get. His poultry get fed scraps and grain and I think they may have a sort of a run that they can access that leads down to some grassed area about 50 metres away.

He does have a wife of sorts, or maybe it is a second wife out of circumstances, they are not in love, but just a kind of company and mutual support thing going on. He had one son that was taken away by someone, possibly the first wife's sister - there were issues. I can't understand why she had that control, I think he just gave in to the idea of what this sister was saying, something along the lines of, you can't raise a baby, how will you look after him. And he just sort of gave in to it. I don't think he had bonded with the child in the early years as the child was about three when he went. The mother died of what seems like typhus and the baby was sick for awhile too, perhaps this was initially why the sister was looking after the little boy I think. After about ten years this past life man thought that he would like to have known his son more - as if it finally sunk in that he was the father of a boy somewhere, and all that this entailed.

The sister didn't live far and it was like a smaller village about 5km away to the larger town that he lived in - but for some reason that just seemed so far away. I don't think he ventured very far from home as a rule.

It was in a time when there was no real mail to speak of, and of course no phone. There is a Swiss connotation coming to mind. I think it may have been the telegraph. On Wikipedia it was invented by Claude Chappe. Apparently he was French, but perhaps there may have been something Swiss about him or connected to the Telegraph. So yes, I think they must have had some kind of telegraph system.

I think the past life man's name was Edigorvan, which sounds like e-dickor-farn. Last name, I think has two words coming in, one with G and the other with P. The G one is possibly Glouc or Gloucs and the P one Perwecke or something. There is a Peruecke but that seems to be a German name. I feel I have mentioned this surname before in someone else's reading, so I'm not sure if I have it right or what its about. Gloucs doesn't seem to fit either so I'm not sure about the last name.

I'm not sure what the problem was that I sensed at the beginning of the reading. Maybe it was just about him feeling the down/bored/ho hum/woe is me thing. He had skills though too - maybe like one with metal either he made a file ( a tool), or he used a file - not sure which. I feel a sensation of jealous, on my part, but am not exactly sure what this skill/craftsmanship of his is, but somewhere within me, what I receive about this, makes me feel jealous without being fully cognizant of what it is so it must be good. And I do get jealous of abilities - such as craftsmanship etc, lol.

He died at what seems like 73 yrs old, but by a free incident because otherwise he was very healthy. I think he was somehow knocked over by a tree branch flying off in a nasty storm. The storm was in the afternoon and the weather had turned nasty. He had been walking there and perhaps it was near the grassed area of the chicken run that ran from his mucky yard down to the back of the houses where there was some grass and vegetation. Its like the tree branch took this sudden swing at him and wacked him on the back of the head. He was knocked out and fell face down into the ground, but I don't think anyone knew he was there and he died of exposure from lying knocked out then unable/unwell enough to get up and then hypothermia set in. I think some blood loss occurred and he was also just too exposed into the evening. I feel like he had come too after the initial concussed feel and he was still really tired and dazed so just couldn't raise himself. I can feel the cold creeping into his lungs and breathing passages and his urinary system was getting chilled too - he wasn't as sturdy in his seventies as he had been in his fifties, though he had been in fairly good health up until the end. I think the second wife had died some time ago and he had acquired a small dog since then.

I always hope that I don't freak someone out with the talk of the past life death - so I hope you will be ok - of course, keep in mind that it could be a load of crap, as I have no real guarantee that its even valid.

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