My ‘pull’ to 1642 doesn’t seem to be as strong as it once was, for some reason.
The memories I had of the ships haven’t come back to me for quite some time now, and the references I continued to ‘stumble’ across have also stopped cropping up.
I can’t say that I’ve found out anything that links me to that year, or that time, so why everything has stopped is a mystery. In much the same way as why they occurred in the first place.
The thing is, other ‘memories’ are surfacing.
From an even earlier time.
There is still a connection to the sea, and there is still a connection to a ship, although in these latest thoughts, the ship is completely different.
I’m at a celebration. A party. A bonfire on a beach in a cove.
It is evening, with the sun setting. The air is warm, and the atmosphere is euphoric. There seem to be hundreds of people on the beach, some in groups singing.
I’m watching the party as it goes on, and although I seem to be there, I also feel somewhat detached. I don’t appear to be speaking to anyone, and I’m not sure if they even know that I’m there.
I can feel the sand, the sea breeze, the warmth of the sun. I can smell the burning wood. I can hear the singing, the laughter, the shouting. I can feel the mood of the people all around me.
It’s as though I’m being shown these memories, rather than re-experiencing them. It’s a strange one to explain.
The people on this beach are celebrating something, something big.
I climb up to the cliff top, and from up here I can see that the group isn’t as large as I thought it was from within, although there are still at least fifty people present.
Looking out to sea, I see the ships start to come in.
I’m at a viking celebration of some kind.
Is it a celebration of victory or a send-off party?
I don’t know. All I know is that it feels good.
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Maybe the key to these strange memories is the sea, rather than the year. In this flashback, and the 1642 ones, I’m on land, looking out to sea, and the ships are either coming in or going out.
The feeling of jubilation is present with all of the memories, an excited expectancy, which makes me think of the possibilities that lie ahead.
The Phoenix has been cropping up quite a lot lately as well, which represents rebirth, and fire.
Fire and water. Opposite elements. Coming in and going out. Opposite directions.
The sea has a horizon.
Maybe these memories of times gone by are trying to show me what could be just beyond my own horizon. Maybe they are showing me that I need to make a change.
I wish they’d tell me what, though, so I can have at least half a chance to get things right! What if I make a change in the wrong area?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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