The Past

Ive recently had some vivid past life memories.When I traveled through Oregon to the Bridge of the Gods on the Columbia River I knew I had been there before.I remembered that I had one child and that I was pregnant and my husband worked for the railroad, something tragic happened to me and my unborn child but I cannot recollect specifically,still piecing the memories together.I cant be positive of the time period but I’m guessing that it was the early 1800’s.I have alot more work to be done if I want to recall my other past lives but I believe that is a good start.

but now that I’ve gone it is the past. Does this count as having been there?

In a way, I live in the future, because I’m always worried about the consequences of my actions, thinking ‘how will you feel tomorrow?’, but still, I’ve been to the past, it’s inevitable.

Sometimes when I see a street named after whatever used to be there (too often a beleagured Native American tribe or some formerly beautiful landmark of nature), I always find myself wishing I could be an observer of how it used to be 50 years ago, 200 years ago, 500 years ago…Just for a moment.

Oh, and I’d go back to the 80s and bitch-slap myself and tell ye olde Rebecca to not worry so much about what other people think, and to take some risks.