I have observed that these pains may appear every time we use techniques that “move energies”, such as meditation, reiki or yoga. I mention these three because they are the ones I know from my own experience, but surely there are many more, especially because certain humans keep inventing infinite different names for something that, in all probability, is the same phenomenon. They will keep doing it while there are people who believe these humans have invented something new, and while those people are willing to pay whatever it costs for “miraculously healing” the disease that afflicts them. This is human nature, and I can’t do anything to change it. Anyway, back to topic...
Although I have been remembering past lives for years, I still get surprised when I notice those pains again. I have recently mentioned that I was suffering severe aches on my shoulders and head. The headache seemed to improve all of a sudden, but then a Sunday came and I spent the whole day with a quite intense pain, which then receded gradually, without any kind of medicine. I have come to the conclusion that they are not migraines, but simple tensional headaches, caused by anxiety, and sometimes, lack of rest. Yoga helps me a lot to relax and release tensions, and now it is several days since the headache has completely disappeared.
I tell all this to make it clear that what happened next doesn’t have anything to do with those pains I was experimenting. They were not even muscle pains, as due to various circumstances I had spent three days in total rest, without doing my usual fitness exercises that I use to insert between yoga sessions. Then, on the night of March 31st, I decided to meditate. I am watching the second season of the TV series Outlander, and I think that hearing the French language brings me memories of my life in France as a counterrevolutionary. As I felt a bit connected to that life, I wanted to try and investigate a little more. I wanted to know if I had become some kind of leader in the town. I always like to search for my level of responsibility on the events, to know how much I was involved.
As soon as I started to meditate, I noticed a feeling in my heart that I identified with fear. It wasn’t exactly anxiety, but rather like a bad omen accompanied by a great sadness. I asked myself, “What are you afraid of?” And the answer that came to me was, “I am afraid of losing everything, I am afraid we have gone too far, I fear we will all be killed...” It was hard for me to say “we will be killed”, as if I didn’t want to believe it was possible. It was as if I was talking to someone about my fears. It is a pity I didn’t come to see complete scenes of that life. Rather, they were flashes and disjointed thoughts, mixed with old memories. But, as usual in cases like this, the flashes seemed to contain a lot of information, despite their briefness.
The two of us are alone sitting in one of the benches. I am looking down at my hands, strong and calloused from working so much with the wood. I am telling the priest just what I felt at the beginning of the regression: I fear what might come to happen. Emotions have run too high, atrocities have been committed by both parties. I know it is our right and we have no other option but to protest and defend what is ours, the little we have, but I fear this could get even more out of control. I fear for my son and his future. I love the little village, it is humble, it is small, but it is as if we were a big family, we don’t want to lose this little peaceful corner in which we have grown up. It is as if we had entrenched ourselves and did not want any stranger to spoil everything we have achieved. Only, that stranger is our own government... I think that in a little corner of my heart I have the hope they can’t do us too much harm, they must listen to our demands. Undoubtedly, I wasn’t expecting the bloodbath that would ensue.
The first one was a very strange pain that I had never felt before. It was localized on the left side of the thorax, near the middle of the back. It was a stabbing pain, only a spot, and I noticed a slight stinging sensation. It came together with another aching spot, but this was situated a bit higher and more in the front part. I wondered if it could have been the trajectory of the first bullet. I vaguely remembered that in other regressions I had described that I had been injured on my shoulder first (or so I thought), but I couldn’t check this until later.
The second pain was on the right side of my heart, not on the heart itself, but very close. In this case I thought it could have been the second shot, only this one failed to go through my body completely and I didn’t feel any other “hole”.
Right after, I felt a third pain very localized, a spot on the left side of my skull, on the central part (I could even imagine how the bone would look like, if my remains were to be recovered one day). The headaches I have been feeling lately are always on the right side, so I was surprised. I knew that with the second gunshot I was already on the ground and it was then that someone came to finish me off, but I had no more details.
The pains went away just like that and I didn’t feel anything strange the rest of the day.
I searched my past life journal and this is what I found:
But my death isn’t instantaneous. I notice a quite severe pain on the left humerus, a fracture by a gunshot. Then, another pain at the same height, on the thorax, very close to the heart, but I don’t die immediately. I have had the impression I fall down to the ground and someone comes to check we are dead. When he sees I am still alive, he finishes me off, I don’t know how exactly, but I would say he shoots me in the head.
(Regression April 25th, 2013).
I see myself in the square, lying on the ground, face up. I notice pain on my left humerus, I know the gunshot has shattered it. And there is another pain on the left side of my chest, a little to the left of the heart. I think the bullet went through the lung but didn’t reach the heart. At some point I even notice a bit of an inner ache, as if it were the trajectory, I think it didn’t come out. But obviously, the wound is mortal anyway and I can’t move. Before I die I see a soldier that comes and when he sees I am alive he aims at me and shoots me in the head. The last thing I see is his face, then I close my eyes and everything is over.
(Regression January 27th, 2015).
In any case, speaking about these things always gives a cold shiver.
Finally, I only want to point out that according to the historical records, the revolts in the Vendée took place in March, 1793. According to Wikipedia, the starting event of the War of the Vendée was the massacre of 150-200 peasants in Machecoul. This town is only 40 kilometers north of Saint-Gilles-Croix-de-Vie, possibly the village where I was born and lived. On the map I have marked the approximated location of Saint-Gilles, which is inside one of the main areas of insurrection.
The revolt began in earnest in March 1793, as a rejection of the mass conscription. In February, the Convention had voted to approve a levy of three hundred thousand men, to be chosen by lot among the unmarried men in each commune. Thus, the arrival of recruiters reminded locals of the methods of the monarchy, aroused resistance nearly everywhere in the countryside, and set in motion the first serious signs of sedition. For the most part, much of this resistance was quelled quickly, but in the lower Loire, in the Mauges and in the Vendean bocage, the situation was more serious and more protracted. Youths from communes surrounding Cholet, a large textile town on the boundary between the two regions, invaded the town and killed the commander of the National Guard, a "patriotic" (pro-revolutionary) manufacturer. Within a week, violence had spread to the Breton marshlands; peasants overran the town of Machecoul on 11 March, and several hundred "patriots" were massacred.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_in_the_Vend%C3%A9e
On March 11th, the peasants in the villages between Nantes and Angers attack Republican soldiers, getting hold of their weapons and even a cannon, instigated by Jacques Carthelineau, a postman. In other nearby towns, the enraged neighbors will group together under similar local leaders, who after eliminating or disbanding the government’s militiamen, attack their representatives: mayors, civil servants, teachers, judges, etc.
The same day, in Machecoul, the Vendeans lynch 40 men in the streets, and afterwards other 400 Republicans are arrested. In the subsequent reprisal they are tied up to each other by their necks, forcing them to dig a grave in front of which they will be shot down.
On March 12th, the anti-Republican peasants rise up in Saint-Florent and Tiffauges, and the following day in Saint-Fulgent, Beaupréu, Montaigu and Mortagne. On March 13th, they rise up in Jallais, Chemillé, Challans, St-Gilles-sur-Vie and La Roche-sur-Yon.
Translated from http://remilitari.com/cronolog/napoleon/vendee.htm
If I am on the right track (and I have no reason to doubt it), Saint-Gilles-sur-Vie was one of the first places in which the revolt was quelled (and its villagers, massacred). So, perhaps, remembering all this right now is due to a new anniversary, apart from the trigger that watching Outlander might have entailed.