posted January 15, 2005 02:20 PM         

I never truly considered reincarnation as a possible reality until this happened...

All my life I have been looking for someone... Someone I know but I don´t remember... Possibly my Twin Flame... I saw him in that dream... I vaguely remember having seen him before in other dreams but I always discarded it because I wasn´t spiritually ready to understand its potential meaning...

First of all I was a lioness... I could sense the danger around, almost smell it... My muscles were tense... I was on my own... I had to find him... And then I did... He was a young lion with powerful eyes... He had come with another lion, a friend of ours, looking for me as well... We belonged to the same pack. The sense of relief was so inmense, I could see it mirrored in his eyes...

Then, that image faded and I saw myself in front of a mirror, as a beautiful young woman... My golden hair was tied up in a topknot, I was wearing a garnet velvet dress and jewels... It must have been around the 18th or 19th century... There was a ball downstairs and I was finishing to get ready... I was so excited... My heart was racing inside my chest... He was coming to meet me... I didn´t know him yet, not in that lifetime, I had no idea of what he would look like... But he was about to appear, I could sense it... He must have been going up the stairs at that very moment... I turned around and I saw him approaching me, crossing the corridor towards the open door...

He was a handsome man, a gentleman, nicely dressed... Square shoulders, strong chest, long golden wavy hair... my lion made man... I knew it was him, I recognised those eyes. Those powerful blue eyes who pierced mine with a spell, so happy to find me... He also knew he was coming to meet me... He had missed me and was as excited as myself... Everything else blurred around us... We were pulled together by a mysterious force and then hold each other in a tight embrace... Time was so slow... I only could see his eyes... And then we kissed... I can´t describe how I felt, it was some kind of merging, spiraling...

And then I woke up.

Those eyes are burnt with fire in my memory. I have realised I have been looking for them all my life... Those eyes are what I´ve been looking for in the men I have loved, maybe unconsciously looking for him. My lion...

I call it memory... Maybe it was a lost memory of a past life... Or a glimpse of other parallel time I was living while I was asleep in this one... Maybe it was just a dream... But then, what does that symbolism mean?

posted January 15, 2005 02:46 PM         

Hello steelrose

Not sure what to think at the moment, but it is certainly very powerful ... the very meaning of the lions and lionesses, especially in this context.

... be back soon.

posted January 18, 2005 04:47 AM         

Do you think there could be an astrological clue ... Leo? Just a thought.

Thank you for sharing your dream, steelrose.

posted January 19, 2005 11:52 AM         

Maybe you are right and this is just a dream to be experienced... Curiously, I never considered reincarnation before until I had this dream... And 10 days later, I started to read “Star Signs” by Linda...

It was a completely unrelated event... But then, when I got to the Dejavú chapter, I was shocked... So deeply that I even started crying in the middle of the flight... It felt so true... It was talking exactly of what I felt during that dream...

I keep thinking of what Linda used to say... “It will come to you when you are ready...” Maybe that book came to me... Before I wouldn´t have understood...

It actually felt so real... I know it was a dream because I woke up... But it felt much more than that... It was much more powerful... It felt as if I did live it... As if that man, soul, or whatever actually exists... I wonder if it was a memory locked in my brain or if I was acually astral traveling...

I considered myself the astrological connection... But I think that´s too simple... What does a lion mean? Maybe he is a "lion soul"...

I have been thinking... And I do remember another dream I had about a year ago... Maybe more... Related to this theme...

This was before civilisation, when people already looked like us and were as intelligent, but still lived in caves... I was a teenage girl... Maybe more of a child... 11ish... 13 tops...He was one or two years older than me... Again golden wavy hair... I bet his eyes were the same... The way he looked at me was... We had been brought up as brother and sister but we were not by blood... The dream was much more detailed and complicated, like a film... I have forgotten most of it... It was about the kind of life we led there... I had some kind of psichic or healing gift so I was going to be trained as a chaman or druid... I think he had a blood brother, an older boy...

I don´t remember much about it but I do remember the end... Our tribe was attacked by a neighbouring enemy... A rival for many years... They had rasured heads with a long bunch of dark hair tied up at the top, like a horse tail...

I remember being very scared... There was chaos, people running all over the place getting killed... It was an ambush, I think men were out hunting and our clan was unprotected...

He took my hand and ran... He started to go down a cliff leading me... His brother was behind us... I thought the attackers didn´t see us flee so we were safe... But then that young boy, almost a man, with hawk eyes and the rasured head with a horsetail, appeared at the top of the cliff... I saw the hatred in his eyes, the bloodthirst... He was carrying a spear... That boy was very quick and agile going down the rocks... He first reached my twin´s brother and killed him... Then he came after us...

I was slowing him down... I couldn´t go down as quickly... I pleaded him to go, to let me behind... Then there was a kind of “eye lock”... He looked at me without saying a word, meaning he´d never do that, with that inmense love of the lion stare... He kept going down holding my hand... But the other boy was catching up with us...

We were quite close to the bottom of the cliff when the other boy reached us... His face showed a cruel and triumphant smile... My twin looked at him with defeat and sorrow, for some reason unable to raise his own spear to defend himself, certain of an inminent death... The other boy wasn´t even looking at me, I was a too easy target... He was going to kill my twin first...

Then I did something... It had something to do with my gift... I made that wild boy fall... I may have pushed him, my mind had something to do with it though... I remember doubting for a split second, I never had killed anyone before...That boy died when he hit his head with the rocks at the bottom of the cliff... My twin looked at me in awe... Then with joy... I felt somehow powerful, fear disappeared and a strange sense of control filled me instead... Nobody would take him away from me... The others attackers were gathering at the top of the cliff... They couldn´t reach us then... We got to the bottom and ran for our lives...

We were safe...