A few months ago (on January 22nd this year, to be precise) I started to meditate at night with a relaxing Celtic music. As I nearly always do as of late, I meditate without expecting anything special, with no intention of going to past lives. And even so, sometimes I keep obtaining information. This time it was a quick flash. I immediately knew it was my Royal Navy life, but it was so quick and so weird that I didn’t give it too much importance and I left it in quarantine (that is to say, classified as a doubtful memory unless I can verify it). This is what I saw:
I see what looks like a theater. Many period armchairs (18th century), red upholstery, golden frame and ornaments. They all are arranged on some kind of tier (it looks strange to me, but this is what I see). I don’t know whether it is there where we or the musicians are to be seated, now they are vacant. The impression is that I have come with my wife, who has dressed very elegantly for the occasion, with a white dress with embroidery or laces. It could be Boston (that is the first idea that comes to me, but it could also be London). Afterward, I know there is a great banquet.
In the absence of more data that could allow me to make an exhaustive search, I left it there and forgot the flash during all this time.