Posted by derrotefreiherr
As the big Winter holiday season comes roaring up the pathway, I find my mood influenced by not only the people around me, but also by the deep hidden memories that reside within my soul. To have these additional memories can sometimes make situations more complex by bringing a feeling of redundancy or deja vu or give deep intense emotional meaning from another time to a situation that may seem to be very far removed from the current lifetime. Some of these emotions are difficult to deal with while others are a great joy to experience.
It is a joyful experience that I wish to share during this Winter season when historically it was so important for those from the Northern Hemisphere, most especially the region of Europe where one needed to keep their spirits up during a time of darkness from the lack of sunlight and heavy cloud cover from seasonal storms and the ever present potential of starvation from the lack of supplies for the Winter consumption. Of course, I realize that those in the North American Continent as well as Asia had the same concerns but I have no memories of Asia and only one of being on the North American continent that seems to leave me with only short flashes of insight. Most of the lives that I recall have occurred in Europe. And being a European often means walking on a duel path that has a new religion layering its expectations upon a people with an already well established rich culture. In many cases it seems as if the people actually retained both ways: some fully aware of what they were doing and others oblivious to the duel nature of their existence.
So while the people would attend their church weekly, they would also subconsciously recall the wisdom of the old traditions that celebrated life during the Winter months and gave hope for the Spring to come and relief from the depression of the Winter cold. Joyful memories and visitations happened during the Winter Solstice and Yule celebrations, which allowed for happy celebration of events to tide people through the remaining cold days. These celebrations generally included gift exchanges, feasting, sharing of stories, singing, and dancing. And while the new religion influenced some of the topics of celebration, the old traditions remained at the core of why these activities were done.
So how does this all of this play into past life memories? The Seasonal Christmas music will often send me back to another time especially when played by the older instruments. A CD in particular that is Celtic in style and has older melodies composed from well over a 100 years ago seems to bring me back to what appears to be the 1700’s and perhaps the 1800’s as well. (Christmas Celtic – A Holiday Series by Dayton-Hudson Corp. Minnesota. It doesn’t seem to have a band or artist attached to this CD.) I would like to share some of the imagery that comes to mind while hearing this music.
Party Room – The room is dark and cozy with a roaring fire burning in a large fireplace. I can see a row of people come dancing forward to meet another row of people and the sound of the rhythmic stepping to the music is almost hypnotic. People are laughing and smiling as they twirl about to the sound of the lively music that the musicians are playing. There is plenty of drink and food for everyone. The floors are wood and seem to bounce as the people dance. It must be a pretty sturdy floor to have so many dancing. I would guess about 20 people can easily dance in this room. Everyone is dressed in their best or at least fairly nice clothing. It’s a time for guys and gals to flirt with one another. The girls have ribbons in their hair and have fashioned their hair in a manner that is most pleasing and not for work or everyday purposes.
The band of musicians are really belting a boisterous tune that has everyone clapping and moving about. I can see a blonde gal skipping in between other dancers going from right hand to left hand. She is quite lovely and she really has my attention. Still can’t tell if this is 1700’s or 1800’s. I would categorize this as a “middle” middle class party or an upper middle class party in that the people who are hosting it are not pretentious, which often happened to the upper middle class. These people are comfortable with who they are and have planned out a very fun evening for their guests.
At another point in the evening I am standing with this lovely blonde gal next to the fireplace. I think she may have invited me to attend the party. She seems pleased that I came. I am trying to see what kind of clothing I am wearing and what kind of dress she is wearing to get a better idea of the time period. I don’t get the impression that I am wearing any kind of uniform. The shirt cuff seems to have some kind of ruffle extending out from under the dark colored cloth of my dress coat. I could be Carl Ludwig or even Johannes von Trautenburg-Schuellenbach. I can’t recall if we had ruffles on our shirts during the time as Siegfried. The coat I am wearing is dark chocolate brown with nice brass buttons on the front. The coat is well fitted. The blond gal’s dress and hair style make me think this moment is from Johannes’s or Siegfried’s lifetime. She is wearing something like the straight style dress that became fashionable after the French Revolution, but Siegfried’s sisters wore the big dresses that were worn in the Imperial courts, which is after the straight French dresses. Perhaps her dress is not as full as my sister’s dresses. She does have some kind of decorative lacing just under the bust of the dress, which is not like the straight dresses. Perhaps this is something transitional. Of course during the time, all I care about is that she looks pretty.
I wonder if this lovely young woman has any idea who I am or what family I come from. I seem to be very amused by the playful friendly atmosphere of the party and the people. I am enjoying myself very much. I’m probably not supposed to be there. Still not sure who I am, but I am having a good time. I think I must be Siegfried and not Johannes. Perhaps there are two memories that have a similar theme and I am recalling them together. It’s happened before. Takes a while to sort that kind of mess out.
She even coaxes me out onto the dance floor and we are having fun. I think she is surprised that I dance so well and others join us on the dance floor and do the same kind of two person dance. I have a feeling that she may think me a bit stuffy or haughty and would not be able to dance with her. Regardless, I had a wonderful time and think upon this memory every year during the winter holiday season.
Snow covered area and traveling – The ground is covered with a thick layer of snow about a foot or so deep. It appears to be early morning and the air is really cold and the sky is clear and icy blue. I can see the steam from my breath as well as the horse’s. Not sure which life time this is yet. There is a small hillside covered with tall pine or fir trees and a small open field before it on the left side of the trail that I am riding down. I can really hear the snorting sounds of the horse. I don’t think he likes the cold or the fact that we are going through snow. There is a curve in the trail or road ahead and a small building like a barn or something like that is near the roadside. On my right side I see more trees but they are near to the trail and perhaps a hillside as well there too. Not sure. Kinda have a feeling I have a memory of this location in the Fall when there is no snow. Perhaps I lived nearby.
When the sun hits the snow, it sparkles and becomes almost blindingly white. I have to be careful not to gaze too much at it as it will give me a headache. There is a feeling that this has happened before to me. This area is more wide open and I see more cottages and barns throughout this open area where the sun is more easily visible upon the land. I see small plumes of smoke slowly rising in the air from the chimneys of the buildings that look so closed up as if they are shivering from the cold morning. I know I am cold and can feel it in my hands. I am wearing black leather gloves. The horse is dark brown with a black mane. It appears that I am wearing black riding boots and grey riding trousers. This could be a Manfred memory. I get the feeling that I am wearing the round officer’s cap. Where the heck am I going on a horse in the snow? And what part of my life time is this?
And this is where the recall ends.
Put some music on, enjoy the companions you have, and share life’s ups and downs. Make some memories for the future to be recalled next life time or this one.
Joyful wishes for this Season.