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North America: The
Civil War
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The first life I remember came to me in several recurrent
dreams. The first wasn't an actual "dream" with images; it was a
very deep feeling of severe anxiety, fear, and sadness. I was asleep,
but it was as though I was having this horrible feeling. Out of nowhere,
the words "Cold Harbor" popped into my head. Then, just as suddenly,
I awoke with a start, very disoriented and almost panicking. At the
time, I had never heard of Cold Harbor, which was a minor civil war battle
in Cold Harbor, Virginia. I didn't know what those words meant until
almost two years later, when I happened to see them in a book about the
civil war. I have been interested in the civil war period since my late
teens. Oddly enough, when I studied it in elementary and middle school,
I hated it!!!
I do have other memories from the life I believe I
lived then. I was a young woman, probably in my late teens/early
20's. Other dreams I've had about this life are a recurrent dream
of standing in a room lit by what seems to be oil lamps, because there
is a smell like a burning oil lamp in the room.I am standing next to a
desk. I am wearing a long, dark red dress, and I can feel the fabric
of the petticoats on my legs. It is cold, and I am very anxious and worried.
I have a terrible feeling of dread as I open a letter. The dream ends abruptly
at this point, and several times, I have awoke crying. I always remember
this dream, and I've had it many times. I think the letter is probably
news of the death of a loved one. I remember little bits of this
life here and there, triggered by feelings, smells, or experiences.
In particular, I remember riding a horse, and being quite good at it.
This comes to me most often when I am in a hurry to get somewhere, driving
fast. Also, it comes to me anytime I am driving during a time when
there is a storm approaching. My mind takes me back to riding a horse in
those same conditions. I can almost feel the wind as I ride
against it. I remember hearing thunder and feeling electricity in
the air. I was desparately trying to get somewhere-I HAD to get there
fast. It was very important! I have a feeling of urgency, needing
to warn someone of something. I'm pushing the horse to go faster
and faster. That memory has no conclusion, but I believe it was what happened
just prior to my death. I've never experienced that, but I have a
very strong sense that is what happened next. I was probably struck
by lightning. In my present life, I seem to attract lightning, and
my car was once struck as I drove through a storm, leaving a scorch mark
on its hood. I also have a problem with electricity-I constantly
blow light bulbs, short out small appliances, and have odd electrical things
happen near me. :-) Sincerely, Jana
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The next life I had lived,
I discovered in a dream I had in which I had wanted to find out if I had
ever known my beloved dog in another life. My dog and I are definitely
soulmates. From the moment I first saw her, I felt like we had been together
before. In the dream I had, I was a Confederate solider about sixteen years
old. I was fighting at Gettysburg. It was very hot. I could see the battle
up ahead and my regiment was marching fast into it. I called my dog, Roo,
and I saw my dog in her present form running toward me. Then she suddenly
changed into a brown collie-like dog--the dog she was then. She was running,
the battle shifted abruptly and she was trampled to death. I could hear
her screaming and yelping. Absolute terror came over me. I ran from the
battle screaming, suddenly realizing what was happening. My dog had been
killed before my eyes. I wanted to go home which I knew was Corinth, Mississippi.
As I was running, a cannon ball hit me from behind, severing my left leg
at the knee. I knew I died then. I believe my dog and I were supposed to
protect each other in that lifetime and we both failed. That's why we are
together again, there's something we have to accomplish. I have a new and
deep respect for my dog. When I visited Gettysburg in this lifetime, a
incredible feeling of sadness weighed on me until I left that town.
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When I was thirteen I started having thoughts
about being a man called 'Captain Theodore Hope.' Obviously I thought this
was an odd name and assumed I was just making it up with my overactive
imagination. But it wouldn't go away. So I looked his name up on the internet.
Turns out he was a Captain in the American Civil War. Theodore Hope is
a pretty unusual name anyway, but the fact that he was a captain as well?
I don't know. My name is Emily and I'm from England.
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I seem to have an inner vision connected with
the Civil War. In my vision, I am walking with a large group of armed
soldiers down a long dirt road; I cannot tell whether my companions are
Confederates or Unionists in the vision . The time of day seems to
be either dawn or twilight, the temperature is cool, and I can smell something
blooming, perhaps honeysuckle. We all seem to be moving with clear
intent, as if we are hastening to join a battle.
I have noticed in my reading about the Civil
War that I have some clear connection to the Battle of Antietam (Sharpsburg),
and especially a connection to the vicious fight in the Miller cornfield.
Perhaps this vision of mine is connected to Antietam, and I was one of
the victims (or survivors) of the horrible slaughter in the cornfield.
I can also see in my mind's eye long lines of men suddenly rising up out
of the corn with rifles raised and death in their eyes, but again I'm not
sure which side of that I seemed to be on. -Steve Parsons, Raleigh NC
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I remember being either 16 or 17 at the time,
but I was kissing a man who was going off to fight in the civil war. He
almost started to cry but held it together, at least until he was gone.
I of course was crying with all the energy I had left from crying the night
before. My guy friend went off to the Civil War and fought with the man
I kissed, who I presume is the man I loved. My friend did not come back.
My love did. I remember a lot more, but I mostly remember being ready to
fly when my love came back. I would like to hear from anyone who thinks
they matched this description. About 2-3 years older than me, brown hair,
blue-green eyes, and had had gotten shot in his arm, which healed quickly
and one of his legs which also healed. I would like to talk to him, for
I believe he is my soul-mate who I am trying to find. - Nicole
North
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When I was four or five years old-and it could
have been earlier-I had a dream in which I would wake up in a strange bed.
I would hear a large crowd of people as if a party were going on. I would
walk down a dark hallway to a large set of steps. As I walked down the
steps all the voices would suddenly stop. End of dream. This dream would
repeat itself two or three times a year until I was around twelve or thirteen
years old.Years went by. At age fourty eight I bought a book called "Twenty
days" , the twenty days following Lincoln's assasination.There was a brief
chapter on Willy Lincoln, who died while Lincoln was still in the White
House. He rode his horse one day in the rain, caught cold and from there
went downhill until he died. While he was sick, the Lincoln's held a party
in the White House, one they felt they couldn't get out of. During the
party the Lincolns took turns going up to Willy's room to see how he was.
About a month later he died.Willy Lincoln was born Dec 21 1850, I
was born Dec 21 1944. I had one final dream, confirming my suspicions.
In this dream I saw a train pulling out of a station. Instinctively I knew
Mrs Lincoln was in the last car. I heard her say-in my minds eye-"WHAT
WILL BECOME OF MY SON?"The energy from that thought came out of the train
like balled lightning, hitting me like thunder. I woke up. His name was
William, my name is William.
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Hi I have a vague memories of a battle
of the civil war. I don't know much because they are small. I was with
the north. The dreams I have are:
A cannon broadside from the south. Fifty men dead.
A rifle volley from the north. The south captain is dead.
Horror terrible gruesome stuff. It was indescribable. In the end I have
no idea who won. I am downed by a sword.
South
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I had went to a medium 4 yrs. ago. She had told
me that I was an old soul, that I had been around for many years. I keep
having these same experiences about living in the Civil War Era. I am always
strolling down a long lane with trees and moss hanging down. I am either
on the porch of the Georgian mansion or on the staircase I see the beautiful
dresses I am wearing, I have dark hair. I see people in uniform I think
I could write a diary about this life.I remember getting very sick with
a terrible illness. And many people at my bedside. I was elderly. I only
remember me in my late 20's and it goes all the way to me elderly. - Thanks,
LaDonna
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Ý When i was four years old i began drawing pictures
of a large plantation house with a woman in a big fluffy dress standing
in front of it.Ý At first my mother and father thought that i might have
just been artistic...but i soon found out for myself that it was so much
more.Ý I began having dreams at the age of 14. i had on a beautiful white
and blue dress and a straw hat and i was sitting on the front porch of
a plantation house.Ý There was a little girl beside me playing with dolls
and i must have been her mother because she kept saying "mommy where's
paw?"Ý i kept saying, "your paw's fighting in the war."Ý then after having
that dream maybe three times over i had a dream that i was pacing around
a big oak bed where the little girl lay, sleeping.Ý i could hear hooves
in the background, in this dream i was ragged my dress was torn and my
hair was a wild mess.Ý As riders got closer, they were holding torches,
i grabbed the little girl and wrapped her up in a blanket and headed downstairs,
the soilders were in dark blue uniforms and i saw them coming onto the
front porch, i ran out what seemed to be a kitchen door, i saw a barn about
a 1/4 mile down the road and i was running for it.Ý By that time the little
girl was screaming and there was nothing i could do but run i turned to
look at the house and it was burning.Ý I have had more dreams i will try
to post later but on a tyte schedule today.Ý LOVExOxO Rhianno
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In 1986 I did a past life regression with a hypnotist.
The results were startling. My first memories were of being a barefoot
boy in the grass near Savannah, GA in 1846. I watched the boy grow
into a man then marry a woman I knew in this life. When the Civil War broke
out, I enlisted and took a horse to join up with the 16th Georgia Infantry
as part of Stonewall Jackson's unit. Fought in every major engagement of
the Valley Campaign and was wounded at the battle of Sharpsburg.
Later received a battlefield commission, by the time of the battle of Cold
Harbor was a confederate Captain. At Cold Harbor, the slaughter of the
Federal Army was so horrible, that the dead lay in heaps in front of the
confederate fighting positions. I and a sergeant climbed out of the trenches
and were pushing bodies out of the way so the shooters could continue to
fire. As I turned to jump back into the trench, I was hit from the
rear by 3 minie balls. I saw them exit my chest in a bloody mess.
After dying, I went tothe Summerlands, and from there the memory faded.
You can add this to your list, but I would prefer not to hear from anyone
except the wife of that lifetime. Her name was Jan Henshaw in 1986, and
she lived in Canton, CT. I have lost all contact with her now. -J.
Marc Williams, Wasilla, Alaska
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I've done many spells and meditations on this
and the worse it gets. I was a young man about 17 - 23. I was fighting
in the civil war (for the Southerners). I'll never forget all the blood.
I remember walking in a battlefield after the battle, looking for someone.
I knew this person had to be dead, because the entire battlefield was covered
with dead and blood. I walked by a stream and it was running with blood.
And the stench! But in these visions or dreams, I am always looking for
a friend of mine. I don't think I had much of a family... I wasn't worried
about getting home. I also remember I was running away from some Union
soldiers. They had dogs searching for me because I had escaped from their
prison. I hid in a river right up against the bank, so the dogs couldn't
pick up my scent and the men couldn't see me.
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I have flashes of myself in one of those southern belle dresses
during the civil war. I was crying over my dead beau? husband? I wish to
find who he was. -Lyeta
Generals
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Gen. George E. Pickett
It all started in June of 2003
when my son had me watch the movie Gettysburg. I thought it was
a very well done movie and after viewing it he asked, "Can we go there
for vacation?" I said possibly. Erik was 11 then but is into history as
I was in High School. But my forte was WWI & WWII. I had NO interest
in the 2nd war of Independence. So it was done, in July we would spend
4 days in Gettysburg. My only thoughts on the place are there I could possibly
get a few flags (CSA) and belt buckles.
The Gettysburg Experience begins.....Well, about
3pm in the afternoon we arrive on a Friday and we check in to the Quality
Inn on Steinwehr Ave. My wife and daughter are up the stairs 1st with luggage
and my son and I are last. I am tired, want something to eat and a cold
beer and start the long climb up the stairs. As we turn the corner on the
1st landing I turned to my right and set the bags down and grabbed the
balcony handrail. I was facing in what direction I have no idea, as I have
never been there, never looked at a map of the town, nor received any info
for any source except highway driving instructions to that place. I held
the rail and said to my son...."It was there, there over that damned hill!"
He said to me "What are you talking about?" I replied, "The battle, the
biggest battle was over that damned hill!" Erik asked me "How the hell
do you know that?" I replied as my voice started to crack, the tears welled
up in my eyes, I felt so strange, sad, terribly sad as if my heart was
being burned, my legs got weak, I felt like I was drunk and stuck in one
position, the overwhelming feeling of sadness and helplessness was about
to overcome my being when I finally belted out as best as I could "Damn
it, I can smell it!"
I have never used that term in such a manner
in my entire then 45 years of age. I was stunned to say the least. I cannot
speak of it too much in the description of how I felt when I looked at
just trees and a hill. I still start to get that feeling of wanting to
cry. And I do not cry at Funerals. I have been told I have a hard heart.
Years of conditioning in grammar school that "Men Do Not Cry" held me from
bursting out in wails of pain that day in July of 2003. I felt something
that I never felt in my entire life, I knew something without using my
brain to remember it like a phone number or email address. The same mechanisms
that I normally use to remember something was not needed and I brushed
it off as a fluke of "just being there, the moment of it all" or just plain
nuts.
That vacation we drove by where the hill declines
on the other side but were too wound up in the featured sights such as
Spanglers Spring, Culps Hill, Devils Den, Little Round Top. I did not mention
it again at all that year for the fear of looking foolish to my family.
I felt better as we all unpacked and spent the rest of the day at these
featured locations and of course the shopping and the pool at the motel.
Actually I spent a lot of time taking pictures with my son in the battlefields
and buying anything I could find that was Confederate. My wife and daughter
were looking at the $4.95 Blue Belly hats and I picked up three Grey Kepis
and said "Here y'all go...these are fair to view, better than them damn
yank hats!" She said, "What is wrong with you? Did you fall and bump your
head more that I know about or are you going South in your old age!" I
said, "I like grey, I always like that color better. She said "Yes I do
know, every pair of sweats you buy, shirt or pants is always Grey or Black.
You are so predictable it stinks."
Nothing else happened that year as after a few
real nice days of sun and touring and spending a lot of hard earned federal
dollars we headed back home. I felt sad leaving, never having to find out
what was over that hill. All the places we visited had great historical
significance and apparently my soul was avoiding to go there and let me
just ignore my inner urges to go and seek it out. Unknown as to the significance
I was probably better off until more educated as to what happened ìover
that damn hillî.
My son and I agreed to talk the girls into a
return visit the next summer. They said ok as long as if they could bask
in the sun and shop and we could go play in the battlefields. Erik and
I both said" It's a DEAL"!!
It was now April 2003 and I was having wierd
dreams that I had as a child in my pre-teens. I always had this dream of
a bearded Union soldier riding on a horse laughing as he rode chasing behind
me. I hated this s.o.b. as I knew he was out to get me and for what reason
I did not know why. He looks a lot like M.G. John Reynolds, Union. But
now I have seen John Reynoldsí picture and it was not he. But he could
have been any Yank of that time period. Also I told my wife about a dream
that re-occurred when my grandparents became elderly; as I was real close
to both of my mother's parents. They were both sick and old and I kept
dreaming then that to save their lives I had to amputate the arms or legs
with this God awful hack saw. It was dirty and dark and the blade was stained
and not like a new Sears Craftsman blade. And it had a wood handle. But
always this one scared me the most as I knew in my dreams, it would either
save or kill them. After they both had passed on the dreams went away.
I really though I was nuts or a serial killer to be!
Also that April I had a dream of returning to
the streets of Gettysburg and talking to strangers, which I have no problem
doing because of my profession, but I was wearing a beard. I have a tash
that I had since 1982, but never, never a beard. But the people were much
more friendly and acted like I was an old friend. So I got up that morning,
and I have not shaved my chin spaghetti since then. When it started to
get around 3 inches long the stares and comments started at work, on the
street up here, but it does not bother me. I am not relenting to anyoneís
wishes, I couldn't, and I cannot now. It fits. It's me! Strange thing though
it will NOT grow anyplace that is not on the, pictures of MG Geo E. Pickett.
I have no real side-burns, my cheeks are fuzzy at times but there is no
growth there looks just like the pictures with out a doubt!
Gettysburg 2004...July 30th
We arrive again at Steinwehr Ave. and its another nice hot day except I
avoid stopping anywhere near that balcony and march on into our room. We
are only a few rooms down from our last yearís spot which is fine. A good
view of the pool when the kids are in it and we are on the balcony sitting
in the chairs having a couple adult beverages and I picked up a cigar the
year before and started smoking them again by this time. Well in the late
afternoon of July 30th the girls tell us two war horses to go and shoot
your pictures and we'll be in the pool, so off we go. Happy am I, no more
gut and emotional crushing feelings as we came in.
As the afternoon starts to become evening around
5 or 6 Erik and I park on the Emmitsburg Pike searching for this High Water
Mark. We were on Confederate Ave. at the start of Picketts Charge by Gen.
Lee's statue but it was too hot to walk the mile. So we drove to the Pike
and parked and looked around and Erik found it. "It's up there," he says
so I drive to another battlefield entrance and we come up on the Penn.
Memorial and park by a clump of trees, than he says, "This is it". Ok I
reply. Got digital in hand and cigar lit so off we go! Like two children
in a candy store we scatter taking pictures and finally walking together
reading the monuments. I looked at the memorial for General Lewis Armistead
and put my hand on the stone and it started again. I almost cried and I
said something strange with my son looking at me like I was loosing it
"Howdy Lo, long time." At that moment I raised my eyes and looked at my
son on my right and he says I turned white, like I saw a ghost. I did..almost.
Not a quarter mile away I am seeing a roof of the Cyclorama Center and
I know it because just a 100 feet from its driveway is that damn balcony
that you cannot see from this location.
I know it to be the place I stood a year ago
and said what I said about the biggest damn battle over that hill. We were
now on that hill's other side and its the HIGH WATER MARK. I said, "Erik,
do you know what that building is over there?" He looks and says "Its next
to our motel. So, ...the balcony last year oh shit, how did you know...you
are starting to scare me". I said "Scare you!" I am beside myself. I can
not explain to a now 11 year old why dad is almost in tears, talks to headstones
like he knows the people and has a knowledge of a 1863 Battlefield that
he in his lifetime has never visited before or even cared to visit. Now
I am starting to wonder. If anything, I liked Stonewall Jackson. If I ever
were to be someone in my past, I liked Jackson. But he died in May of 1863
and was never here with Lee. I sort of believed in reincarnation, but being
brought up Catholic, that as you probably know is a no no. So what the
hell is this?
Back at the Motel Erik flies out of the Explorer
to the gate of the pool telling mom and
Katie, "Dad knew it, he freaking knew it!" Diane my wife says what?
Erik says" The battle he said was over the hill, it was Pickett's Charge
and he knew it last year!!" She said "What the heck are you babbling about?"
So we all sat at an outdoor table by the pool and I told Diane & my
daughter Katie about my experience on the balcony last year. They said
freaky! But laughed it off as a coincidence. Well ok for them, I have to
deal with this.
Evening comes and we eat, and do a little shopping
and we end up back on Steinwehr at The Regimental Quartermaster shop. I
go off looking at the uniforms, I love wool, and the rest wander the store.
I was walking past the main counter when I notice this lady in period dress
staring at me. First I thought she might be looking to see if I was checking
out the place for a heist or something because I shop looking up down and
all around. So this lady finally says "Excuse me sir for asking.." I say"Yes?
"Do you re-enact?" No, but I am getting a feeling I probably should."Why
do you ask?" She says "Well, sir let me tell you, you are a spittin' image
of General George Pickett. "Look Bill or Bob (talking to her boss,) does
this gentlemen not look like General Pickett?" Then I get this angry feeling
for an instant and say " That's Major General please"...my family stares
at me, the boss says "General", and I say, ì At ease soldier." She
was all over me and my wife does the "we need to eat so lets get going
ok ??" Yes dear and off we go. Now I am feeling weird & perplexed!.
I do remember seeing Pickett in the movie but he was, as I thought then.
a loser. Never reached the goal to take the wall, a lost cause if there
ever was one. But oh well. But it intrigued me, and now I want to read
about this guy.
Encounter in the Night. We went out and then
we all crashed. Sometime during the night I start (what I think is dreaming)
that my arm hurts and is burning in the location of my right bicep. I like
to sleep with my hand under a cool pillow. It's relaxing and I remember
trying to put it there but I could not move my arm...someone was grabbing
it and the harder I tried...it burned more. Eventually without actually
waking up or opening my eyes I was let free and it felt like an oozing
away from my arm. Whatever had me, melted off and the burn felt cooler
and gone. I went to sleep. No more events happened except a few more stares
and comments about the Pickett look-a-like thing but now we are headed
South to Colonial Beach, Virginia.
We took up a few nights lodging in Montrose Va.
at Stratford Hall. The birthplace of Robert E. Lee. I loved it there. The
people we so nice and the place was great. The 1st morning I came out of
the shower and as I was drying my hair quickly with the bath towel my wife
said, "Where did you get the scratches on your back..?"
"Ok, what scratches?" I say.
She says "You have a hand print and nail scratches
on the middle of your back.. Where the hell did you go the last night in
Gettysburg?"
"Who me?? I said, "To sleep...after my arm stopped
burning!"
She said where and I showed her and (I have a
two week old picture of the bruising). "Oh shit," she said, you have a
hand print bruised on your inner arm too. Then I told her , the last night
in Gettysburg it started to burn so I pulled harder to put it under the
pillow and then it was gone. So I went to sleep.
Well, after traveling back to Gettysburg from
Virginia we got lost in Chancellorsville and did not make it back to Gettysburg
for lunch but arrived at 3:30 pm and decided to stay one more night. Our
Hotel was booked solid so they suggested the other Quality Inn across town.
This is the one with the Gen. Lee HQ on the grounds. Well they had one
room left and it was above the HQ at 210.00 a night! We took it as I was
not prepared to go camping in the woods. But they desk clerk warned me
.."it's haunted". Heck who cares. After being grabbed and scratched
and bruised what's a few ghosts ya know. When we finally retired for the
night my son and I took one room and my wife & daughter the other.
I told them all that I left a light on in the bathroom and all the doors
cracked open so anyone who may have to use the facilities during the night
could see their way.
Around 12:10, 12:15 I heard the door to our room
starting to squeak open. I woke up and thought my daughter was a little
lost and was coming in instead of going to the bathroom directly. I turned
on my flashlight and sure enough the door was opening up slowly but no
Katie on the other side. Actually there was no one visible opening it.
So I regained my composure as best I could and said out loud" Gen.Lee if
that is you sir, I am much too tired to carry on any conversation tonight,
May we do this next year?" And the door stopped and that was all. We left
the next day and my real journey was about to begin researching about the
life and habits of The Major General. What I found is partially in the
list below.
These are my clues:
The General: wore a cross around his neck after the Mexican War
till the day he died.
Me: have worn one and never take it off for as long as I can remember.
The General: Wore a perfume(arabay) and was smelled a mile away.
Me: I wear a scent on myself that folks tell when I am in a building,
so I have been told. Done this for quite a while, 15 years or so.
The General: Swore quite a bit.
Me: Gets in lots of trouble in my day for my language skills and
the use thereof!
The General: favored as they said hard drink
Me: I have mellowed but a quart of JD in two days on a weekend by
a campfire was
routine.
The General: Had many reoccurring bouts of stomach trouble
Me: Go figure, you abuse your guts as a younger man, what do you
get when you are older? Same deal.
The General: smoked cigar and a pipe.
Me: put the pipe away a few years ago. Cigars: just had one on the
back porch.
The General: spoke at least three foreign languages.
Me: was good in Latin, German (still use the swear words), Russian,
Polish, Arabic, a little French & Italian.
Me: I gave my cat Sam, a 30 lb. male Maine Coon/Siamese mix, several
pet names: Chub, Huge, Sam of course and a phrase that just came
out one day. This cat will give paw on request and KISS if you ask him.
I called him something that blew me away. I found in later reading that
The General: spoke Chinook when he was in Washington state. The words I
called my cat sounded out as ìbi bi nac seht a neyh.î Which in Chinook
means "THE ONE WHO KISSES"!
The General: could play a few musical instruments.
Me: Piano, Organ, Guitar in my younger days....
The General: lost two wives and one wife & child in childbirth.
The other through plague.
Me: Had children late, my choice, almost needed sedation when my
wife went in for it both times. Kept getting panic attacks that the baby
and her were going to die during the experience.
The General: His uniform as well as regular clothing were made of
cotton and wool.
Me: I love wool and wear a lot of cotton. Hate synthetics!
The General: His father was a military person.
Me: My dad was in the Air Force in WWll and The Marines in Korea.
I was a day away from joining up in 1975 when I got called for a job, and
decided not to enlist.
The General: had a scar on his right arm/shoulder area from a wound
during the Civil War.
Me: Only scar I have is on my upper right arm in the tricep area.
The General: was a 3rd degree Master Mason and a member of the Royal
Arch
Me: 3rd degree master Mason for 25 years and partially initiated
in the Royal Arch.
Update: As a Mason anyone knows the fraternity has many secrets
and clues to finding
Them out. Also the Knights Templar that Pickett was a member of
as I was also going through the degrees a few years back has some of its
temples believing in reincarnation.
The General: Pickettís mothers name was ìMaryî the birth mother
Me: I was born at St. Maryís Hospital
The General: died on July 30th 1875 in Norfolk Va. at St. Vincent
de Paul's Catholic Hospital.
Me: My confirmation name is Vincent de Paul...I never liked it and
my father cannot remember why he picked it out for me in the third grade
in 1965. This would be my clue as to the confirmation of who I am. Also
if any doubt is present, when you are Confirmed in The Catholic faith,
this make you a ìSoldierî of Christ. Go Figure. The patron Saint of the
Virginia Diocese is St. Vincent de Paul who was chosen to be just that
on October 14th in the early 1800's. ````````Clincher: My birthday is October
14th, 1957. There are similar looks of the hospital The General died in
and the St. Mary Hospital I was born in. [Pictures available upon request.]
My wife when she was not even engaged to me,
a much younger by almost 10 years walked down our summer camp road to the
beach and met me with a Blue Carnation. Her favorite color flower. I still
have it in a safe somewhere. After we were married around 1986 or 87 I
asked her to stop on a not so busy Highway and dig me out those beautiful
blue summer wild flowers as I wanted them planted at the camp. She did.
Now I find that Pickett met Sally as she came up to him on a beach. And
the blue flower I like so much is the one he picked for her and brought
it to her after the battle of Gettysburg. Its encased in glass and is on
display with the Pickett Society in Va.
I also realize I do not like to be followed close
when I am driving alone, it irritates me to no end and when I am in a mall
parking lot I have been seen ducking my head and shoulders as if the steel
beams above were able to strike me. I was asked by a friend, ìWhat are
you doing... riding a horse?î Also the church interior pictures of George
& Sallys Episcopal Church ìSt Paulsî that they were married in looks
extremely like the church Diane & I were married in up here in Amsterdam
in New York. [Pictures available for viewing upon request.]
George had a dog named Rufus
I had a cat, a big fat one who was all black but as years went by
his fur had a hue of Red in it! As all cats have several names I then called
him by the Latin for RED Ö..ergo ìRUFUSî!
More happens every day. And there will always be more I am sure!
A lot has come to light, past dreams as a youngster, urges to collect
items of Southern Heritage, etc. and its starting to make some order in
my life after what I have gone through. - Paul Karabin aka George E. Pickett
Afterthought: After the 1st year in Gettysburg
I knew I had left something there or needed to find it there. No I do not.
I found it with the 1st 5 minutes of being thereÖîthe triggerî.
In my mind's eye, I could see the hill beyond
slope down with a dirt road to the right, small fences along the road but
a misty light green grass, as if covered in cloud or smoke. No people just
a few small trees, rocks here and there jutting out of the tall grass and
as if the wind was in the air a bit the grass tipped north. If I could
paint I would. There was no blood yet.
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Gen. John F. Reynolds
I had a glimmer, I think, of
what was a past life. The year, if the dream consists of what I think it
was, was 1863. July 1. I had more of a waking dream that was a glimmer
of a past life. I was in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, visiting the battle
grounds. I was walking around the open area of Reynolds' Woods, reading
the monument there that said where the General fell (General John F. Reynolds
was shot and killed on the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg.)
Well I was walking around the monument, in an
ever-widening circle. It was a warm day, probably in the mid-80's. I walked
into a cool patch and stopped walking. Something told me to stop. I looked
around, and a scene flashed before my eyes. I was surrounded by gun smoke,
from both cannons and muskets. The scent was strong. But what was stronger
was first, the sense of falling, and the smell of leather and horse sweat.
Now, I'm not saying that I think I was General Reynolds. But I'm not saying
I'm not, either. When I went to Lancaster, PA, to his grave, I felt an
odd pull. I've never once been there before that moment. But I didn't need
to look around for the worn tombstone. I saw the words flash before me
as well. Not long enough to see what they said, but they were there. It
was difficult to read the tombstone, the words were worn almost completely
away. But I was still drawn. I have a feeling that I was one of the General's
aides, or a soldier nearby. I can't be sure unless I go back. I have no
idea of a name, or of a face. But I feel myself drawn back there.
Thanks for listening.... there aren't many people I tell this to that actually
believe me. -Becky
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Gen. William T. Sherman
I have always been "drawn" to anything related to
the Civil War. I have visited Gettysburg 2 times - and have felt
very peaceful there, like it was a place I was very familiar with. I recently
purchased the PBS tapes of the Civil War. I was reviewing the outside
of the tapes and saw a picture of a man that stirred something very deep
inside of me. After seeing this picture, I searched the internet
to find others photos of this person. I did - and they have stirred
memories that I did not know that I had. I was romantically involved
with this person - and that person is William T. Sherman.
I remember dancing with him - and not in the
formal fashion that people would have danced during that era, but a lot
closer, with bent elbows. He was wearing (of course) a blue uniform, not
one that he wears in a lot of photos - this was a new one or a nicer one
- gold buttons, clean white shirt, high collar. I remember walking out
of this room where we were dancing - it was summer or late spring because
it was very warm. I remember holding hands, kissing, etc. I
remember riding horses with him in a huge field during the day. We
walked, talked, this was not a first date type of relationship.
I am trying to remember more but it is slow.
I was wondering if there is anyone else who remembers this - anyone that
believes that they were Sherman. Thanks, Janet
