feywon
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The between place is of much interest to me as well. And i think that it is or co-exists with what some call the afterlife.I hope some don't mind me copying and pasting this i typed somewhere else; and now here with some additions. In a way it's a continuation of my post #5. And might give more insight to where I was as a child. I'm not entirely sure what it all means, all I know it was somewhat real at the time:
I think a child's mind can be quite 'powerful', more than we realise as adults. As a child I always feared that I might lose something as I grew up, such as vague memories of a before time.
My thoughts were correct as a young child, in that adult things and responsibilities take us away from where we came from and who or what we might have known — before we arrived here in this existence, perhaps??
I would think that maybe I have gone through this 'living' process several times, with memories being ever so slightly reinforced each time. Or at least that's what I wondered as a 5 year old. I really don’t know, but that’s what it felt like as a child.
As a child I thought that when I leave this existence and come back again my memories of before would get stronger each time and that I would eventually remember them, and then have better clarity of what might have gone before. Not remember the previous existence on this planet per se, but the place in between, whatever that might be; whatever it was that I felt I had a 'real' connection with as a child. It felt as though I'd been on this planet before. As a young child I wasn't interested in the 'life' before, I was interested in the place between lives.
Those thoughts of what was before, and kind of memories of before that do fade. Perhaps for most of us they are meant to fade so we can deal with the here and now, and not be influenced by a potential before time?
I’m not religious, and I don’t want to be, but in a way I have memories of memories. Memories of the other ’real’ me; the child me. The me with different insights and perspectives. Maybe I will meet up again somewhere with the things I might have known before this existence. My parents perhaps; the parents I might have also known in the between time. As a child I used to think my parents haven’t gone through this cycle as many times as me, as they didn’t yet think like me.
I don't know where those thoughts and feelings came from as a child of less than 5 years old. They were not of childish imagination, or so I thought. They were with me already.
UPDATE: As I got older, the prediction that my thoughts and pre-memories (for want of a better phrase) would fade when I became an adult were realised. I became evidence based; facts; data; repetition of results etc. When I was young, no one in my family had ever spoken of reincarnation, I wouldn't have even known what it meant; no one was religious either. But I still wonder where my thoughts and memories came from as a child. So I am left with the child me and the adult me, in battle with myself sometimes. Fact vs fiction; reality vs what isnt real, and at times not knowing fully which is which.
I would visit places with my parents, visiting people I've never seen before, only to look at them and think, "I've seen these people before; I know what they are going to do next; I already know their mannerisms; I know what they are about to do with their hands; the way they are going to walk across the room when they get up from a chair.
True memories fade, but if one continues to have shall we say 'unusual' experiences--one retains them a bit more. But i think we also sense on some level that we have invest ourselves in our current life, make the most of it and some find that easier if they don't remember as much of 'past lives' or 'between'. Because life taught me early to compartmentalize might be why i can allow more of those memories even as an adult.
My earliest memory from this life of anything remotely touching on this topic was of lying on our dock looking at the stars and feeling 'homesick' i was maybe 5, and tho already a voracious reader i really couldn't identify the feeling as homesick--i was 'missing' something but couldn't even label what in my own head. One of my sisters was on the dock with me the rest of the family inside. i was safe and happy (as usual when enjoying nature) but there was this 'longing' for some vague thing, place, person that got me choked up. Which i hid from my Sister because i couldn't explain.