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Downton Abby from a Past Life Perspective

I have really enjoyed the BBC series Downton Abby.  The clothing, the technology, the furniture, the architecture, the lifestyle, and the attitudes are all so familiar and comfortable to me.  We have so many wonderful things now, but we have lost so much in this past 100 years.  I could so easily walk into that world as Manfred or Siegfried although it is set in the U.K., which was I think somewhat more repressive or perhaps more restrictive than Europe.  Especially for women.   And as Manfred or Siegfried I’m not really sure I even thought about how women lived and what they could and could not do.  We all had rules that we had to live by and that was the way things were.

What strikes me as being so familiar about the lifestyle of the Lord and Lady Grantham and their immediate family is how they lived.  Taking time to go for walks on the property, horseback riding, sitting with family and guests for tea, meals, and after dinner conversation, so much of this is lost.  While Manfred did not live as a British Earl of the time, he did have a very nice home and a title that afforded him the ability to have doors opened to him.  Siegfried on the other hand was high nobility and lived on a hillside castle manor house with huge grounds that included a private lake and a house full of servants, so my experiences there may be more akin to the Downton Abby story, but Manfred was alive during the first part of the series unlike Siegfried who lived about 60 years earlier.

Another familiar aspect of the life during the time period of the Downton Abby series is the commitment that people made towards their personal honor.   I find that so lacking now.  Honor and personal pride is not just for the upper classes and their high social circles and grand living, it is how a man or woman takes pride in the things they do and the way they are in the world.  It is important for the household staff to be dressed sharply and be professional for themselves as professionals.  Their position seems demeaning or meaningless to outsiders but to them they are professional housekeepers, butlers, footmen, maids, valets with a code of ethics and a standard of performance.  They do not wish to have one among them that sullies their reputation or ruins the morale of their team.  I often think that modern Americans take a snobby and somewhat ignorant attitude towards these hard working souls.  I think that most Americans take an uninformed attitude towards the nobility as well.  I was a nobleman as Manfred and Siegfried, and I do not ever recall lording over others my status or title unless it was absolutely necessary.  That sort of pretentious behavior was rarely ever required or desired.  We all had a role to fill just as Lord Grantham reminds his future heir that if he suddenly deemed his valet to be obsolete that he would be denying that man his trade in life.  Sometimes so called high ideals can be very costly to the people that they are meant to assist.

Another aspect that I notice is the great change in women from the past to the present.  And I am not trying to be mean here, but I think the women of the past often seemed more feminine and beautiful.  It’s not that modern women are not sexy, but something is very different and it’s somewhat sad like they have lost something.  I am not completely sure of what that was or is.  I recall from my past all sorts of women who had varying degrees of personality traits with some being very bold and intelligent and others shy and somewhat naive, but both kinds retained this unknown quality from the past.  Perhaps modern women are less focused or are more stressed than their earlier counterparts.  In these times women are expected to be mothers, be fashionable, obtain a higher education, be successful, and obtain a money earning occupation while doing all of the aforementioned tasks.   Do modern women truly have any time for friendship?

For that matter do modern men of this so called western culture have time for friendship?  I think we live in very lonely times despite all our technologies for rapid communication.  Perhaps this is the quality of life that I see so desirable in the Downton Abby series.  These people make time to spend quality time with each other and do not dash off to make a cell phone call, text during a meal, or ignore another while chatting or playing games on a computer.  I guess I must be anachronistic.

Rittmeister © 2012

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Having Friends with Past Life Recall

I think one of the best parts of having past life memory recall is finding old friends.  I don’t think there is anything more intense, more worthy, more valuable, more exciting, or more enriching than finding old friends.  That is especially wonderful when the person can recall you as well and does not have any of the odd social stigmas concerning past life memory recall.  One gets so tired of the people who always want proof or treat you like you are some kind of devil there to destroy their belief system.  That gets really …..old.

I have been blessed with finding several past life friends and have been lucky enough to be able to have a new and continuing friendship with these people.  Not all of these work out due to social changes or memory discrepancies.  There was one person who I found while doing research on an aviation forum that renewed our friendship from a previous past life that suddenly decided to leave the body and let another use it.  I suspect that the life that person was leading was less than fulfilling or even unpleasant at times.  She was always worried that her husband might react oddly to the situation, which seemed curious to me since she had told me he knew of her past life memories and had no problem with them.  She and I would share emails and chat on the phone especially when she would become so lonely.  Her husband had been a long haul trucker and she missed him and felt very alone.  And when she stepped out of the body and left without telling me of the desire to leave, the person who was left responded in a very strange and cold fashion.  It was like showing up to a party where one was dressed inappropriately to the point of offending everyone at the party.  It really hurt my feelings.  It took a long time to discover what on earth happened.   So sometimes these experiences do not work out.  But that can happen in a normal average friendship that has nothing to do with extraordinary situations.

So setting aside the bad situations that can occur, I have discovered the benefits and joy of old friendships greatly outweigh the disturbing bad experiences, which are rare.  Good friends are good friends and nothing is worth more than the treasure of friendship which you can take with you past life and into death.  It really is the best treasure of all.  Forget all the gold and fame.

Another advantage of having relationships with past life friends is that they are willing to listen to situations that “regular” people just cannot understand generally due to their unwillingness to open their minds or simply because they cannot relate.  We are better therapists for each other than someone with no experience, and when we help each other sometimes we discover new aspects of ourselves that we were previously unaware of.

This was the first tile setting project I had ever done, and I an pleased to say it turned out pretty good. I know that my old self back in Roman times would have found faults with it, but I give myself a break in that I had never used a wet saw or any kind of cement ever before. We were pleased with the results.

Unexpected remarkable memory recall can allow one to perform tasks that we are not trained for in a current life and the excitement over such a discovery is fun to share with these old friends.  I discovered that I had the ability to lay tile, which was something I had never shown interest in or had even tried.  I didn’t even realize what was occurring until after I started taking over the project and was barking orders out at people.  I was being brought a new bucket of cement for laying the tile in place and was busy smoothing and then scrapping the cement down to place tiles that I started to get strange memory flashes from a life time I had not recalled before.  It was Roman.  And I had been a Master Tile Setter and owned my own business and was greatly sought after by my wealthy customers.  I died when a kiln blew up, which happens if the clay is not done right.  It also could have been sabotage considering the two clients I had at the time were bitter rivals.  So sharing an experienced like this is appreciated more by old friends with reincarnation memories, and sometimes they were there too, which can bring even more excitement to the revelation.

I am not the first person to say or observe this, but people do seem to reincarnate in circles of friends or in families in some cases.  I have several friends that have crossed my path more than once and have been reliable good friends for over 10 years during this lifetime.  I am really grateful to have them in my life again.

Rittmeister © 2012