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This has been plaguing me for a while now, so I decided I'd write about it here. I had a memory of when I was my kintype come to me about a year ago. I've had many others since, but this one has stood out for being more complex, and rather unpleasant. Here it is: I was in a field, standing in the shadow of a large tree behind me. There were mountains in the distance. It was a sunny day, only a few clouds in the sky. There was a tree not too far in front of me, and a rock to my front right. My past self's/kintype's adoptive father was standing in front of me. He was very distraught, pleading with me, crying even. He was begging me, "Why won't you let us be happy? Why do you choose to do this? We could've been happy! Please don't do this!" I felt no sympathy for him, only a callous anger. I held out my hand, and must've used some sort of magic to push him into the tree that was in front of me. Then I drew a sword and ran him through. I killed him. That was the end of that memory. I've been trying to figure out why I did it for a year now. I've done a lot of meditating, yet the answer has yet to reveal itself. From what I understand from other memories, I didn't seem to have a problem with any other family member, just him apparently. And I haven't had any other memories with him in it. I don't know. I'm hoping the answer will show itself eventually, I can't really force it I guess.
I know some of us have memories from our Otherborn/Otherkin selves of past lives. Some of those memories involve religion. My most vivid memories were of a lifetime when I was a Winged Elf. In that society, I filled the role of a healer/priestess. I worked with herbs, medicines, salves, tinctures, etc. I also worked with prayer, ritual, offerings, and honoring of our Gods. The more I examine my current Pagan practice as a Hedgewitch, the more I notice that things I remember from "then" seem to bleed over into "now". I still prefer working with herbs, roots, etc. I still like to be in an altered, ecstatic state when I perform ritual. I still work with cthonic energies and like to feel the pulse of the Earth I'm on. The Gods I honor are very based in plants and animals. Does anyone else find that religious or spiritual overtones kind of leak through?
I'm outside basking in the blood moon possibly doing spiritual stuff. c: Has anyone else been observing the moon because it's so beautiful! I can feel myself getting tingly with excitement and I saw a couple hummingbirds flying above me. ^3^ I can feel my true self coming out and getting very happy over this. XD My wings can't seem to stop flapping