Hunstanton, Norfolk and the woodlands by Snettisham

Carole and I got up this morning very early. Just gone 5.30. The chickens and ducks woke us because they will not stay in hutches silently once the daylight is here. We put up with the noise for an hour but by 5.30 they were giving it some serious large on the clucking, quack front. Sunday should be a lay in day but it was a clear blue sky outside and I got up when Carole did.

I did some tweeting while Carole let the ducks and chickens out and collected the eggs. She had a shower and by the time she was dressed I had finished my tweeting attack and had a shower too. I asked if she wanted to go out anywhere and she was humming and haring, which means she did but wanted me to suggest somewhere.

I decided on a day trip to the seaside at Hunstanton. She agreed and within moments we were in the car and on our way through the country lanes of the fens. We passed through the village of Friday Bridge and Elm and then made our way to Kings Lynn. Once passed the Lynn we were only about 15 mins from Hunstanton.

We parked up along the cliff edge and walked along the coastline towards the town centre which was hustling and bustling with day trippers. In the town centre, there were various gift shops and cafes that seemed to be doing a roaring trade. Probably closed most of the winter. However, this was a very fine Sunday and the day trippers, including ourselves, were out in abundance. 

Upon the way, we made note of the forest near Snettisham and the purple-flowered bushes that were growing about the trees. 

On the way back, we decided to stop and look about the forest with its strange rhododendron flowers growing within the trees. It made me dreamy about the past. It would have been Iceni country and I imagined the Roman Legate of AD61 (Quintus Petillius Cerialis ) as he forced marched half of his infantry and half of his cavalrymen of his 9th legion. They had been spread out in stockade forts where the Fens are during the time of the Roman occupation of Britain. They would have marched through the dense forest that would have been all about, once beyond the marshy Fenland. I was dreaming of the ghosts of the Iceni and the Roman 9th and what terror the Romans must have witnessed before being slain by the Iceni tribesman at close quarters amid the trees, where they were ambushed. Much like the woodlands, I was enjoying and not far from this very area. I'm not sure if the purple rhododendron would have been about 2,000 years ago, but maybe.

As we pulled out of the woods we saw a cottage nestled amid the summer splendour and had to take a quick snap of that too. We drove back via Downham Market and back into the Fens through Outwell, Upwell and then along the River Nene around a back way into Friday Bridge and the home to March.

Past Life Regression - Yes or No?

I'm going through a bit of a fixation over Past Life Regression at the moment. It has baffled scientists. Many of whom have undergone it in tests. Many sceptical and liberal people have used themselves as test guinea pigs. Afterwards they admit that they are still baffled and have no answers to why they spoke of a past life while under hypnotic regression. 

I think I would like to indulge myself and go before someone that could do this. My biggest fear is that I could end up going through an episode of a life that was traumatic and frightening. I've seen two t.v. episodes of a man who was in a sailing ship in a past life and had his leg blown off in a duel at sea. He said it was aboard a ship called H.M.S. Jolly. When the experts went through the archives, they found that such a ship called HMS Jolly did exist and the man, who I think was a Boatswain, did exist too. There is the possibility that the man who was seen under regression might have known these things and made them up from such knowledge. Thus fooling the t.v. crew. However, while under the regression state the man (as the past life Boatswain) was barking out orders to people by name and cussing at them as they tried to line the guns up at the gun ports. This was before he went into screaming fits of having his leg blown off. The names he was ordering about were also on the ship register archives of H.M.S. Jolly. But, as I've said, anyone with the know how could have looked up these archives and maybe the man could have fooled the camera crew by pretending he knew nothing of this obscure frigate.

The camera crew then get one of there film crew to go under. She went into regression strait away and began speaking as someone who lived in Greece during ancient times and began to panic because they were being invaded by a people she believed to be their cousins. They had to wake her because she was becoming traumatised.

I've seen a lady, who was Jewish in a past life, and living in Medieval York in England. She was hiding in a crypt in York Cathedral because the Christians were massacring the Jews. This was a religious and sectarian uprising in the middle ages of England. As the lady under regression spoke she relives the moment when the Jewish community, in hiding, were discovered. It then became terrible because women were having the children snatched from them by the baying mob of angry Christian folk. When she was woken from the regression the lady admitted that she knew Christians had massacred Jews in York during the middle ages. The crew dismissed the ladies dream as nothing more than a bad dream because there was no documentation of Jewish people hiding in York Cathedral. After the t.v. show had ended, the narrator named Magnus Magnusson told off how builders later found a hidden crypt in York containing skeletal remains of adults and infants dating back to the middle ages. Magnus Magnusson was a well known Icelandic quiz show host and documentary narrator of the 1970s decade in the UK. He was a calm and collected man and at the end of this TV documentary, he admitted that he was baffled and at a loss to say what he believed he had seen during the making of the documentary.

Sometimes a past life regression can be a visitation to another life where the person is of a different gender. One lady was living in Dublin, Ireland and was in charge of some apprentice boys. She was also a male in this past life dream and was cussing one little apprentice as a lazy little bastard who'll be paid nothing. It is always compelling a fascinating to watch. No one seems to have a logical answer to this strange state of Past Life Regression.

Paranormal Encounters Episode 3 Past Life Regression

I've always been fascinated by Past Life Regression. It's one of those things I would like to believe and that is what makes me put the brakes on and think, "danger." Danger that one might want to believe this so much, that we allow this exciting mystery to cloud judgement. We need to search for a logical explanation first, but there does not seem to be one. It leaves many people baffled. Yet the notion of having once lived in a past life bubbling to the surface during a Past Life Regression form of therapy is often too good to resist.