I feel you on identity dysphoria, Brendhelm. I felt like a Victorian relic at age six. I was the only 12 year old who enjoyed diagramming sentences in junior high, and this has much to do with the fact my former incarnation spent a decent amount of her time on the planet as a schoolteacher. My former incarnation seems to have had a ton of anger that went nearly completely unresolved -- it seems to have been my job in this life to deal with that homicidal/suicidal/genocidal fury. She was angry at the forces of the world, especially the politicians who made the war that took her two sons. She was angry and sad at the loss of her faith in God. She was angry at herself for espousing one set of moral values in theory and another in practice: she didn't believe in marrying for money, but she did it anyway, and more than once.
You might try looking at some photos or videos from Vietnam in the era when you were there. Sometimes I look at Google maps randomly and it spurs lots of strange emotions. Some of the places seem to invoke the past whereas some others seem to foretell where I will live in future lives.
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You might try looking at some photos or videos from Vietnam in the era when you were there. Sometimes I look at Google maps randomly and it spurs lots of strange emotions. Some of the places seem to invoke the past whereas some others seem to foretell where I will live in future lives.