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Past Lives and Titanic
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Jim Kalafus
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Marty! I KNEW that the owner of NYC's most legendary collection of music would surface in this context!
>Laurie, by Dickie Lee, from 1965
Are you familiar with "Margo?" Not the Big Band singer, but the ca. 1963 song by The Browns, of The Three Bells fame? It's the convoluted tale in which a young couple, ca 1910, are out in the coach when a newfangled automobile frightens the horse, which bolts and hurls "Margo" to an awful death. Jump ahead to 1963, and the young man is now an embittered senior with a pathological hatred of cars, and Margo, in turn, haunts the roadside where she was killed.
"Partners" is another great death-and-supernatural song from that era. Man kills his mining partner and throws his body out into the storm, only to get snowed in, go insane, and be left pondering if the shadowy figure knocking at the door in the final stanza is the titular Partner looking for his gold, or Satan.
"Bringing Mary Home" has a haunting melody, but is just the standard "vanishing hitch hiker" plot and one sees the end coming from a mile off.
"Long Black Veil" with its interesting look at an odd double damnation is probably the best of the death and haunting cycle.
"Leader of the Pack" is, beyond a doubt, the outre champion of the field.
"Tell Laura" and "Teen Angel" are just painful.
"Big Joe and Phantom 309" ended the cycle, ca. 1976. Never much cared for that one, but was amused when "Big Joe" turned up as "Large Marge" in Pee Wee's Big Adventure.
...and, yes, Mr. Oppenheim, the Frog People of Danbury are for real. Many a friend of a friend has spotted them late nite doing their grocery shopping or laundry
>Laurie, by Dickie Lee, from 1965
Are you familiar with "Margo?" Not the Big Band singer, but the ca. 1963 song by The Browns, of The Three Bells fame? It's the convoluted tale in which a young couple, ca 1910, are out in the coach when a newfangled automobile frightens the horse, which bolts and hurls "Margo" to an awful death. Jump ahead to 1963, and the young man is now an embittered senior with a pathological hatred of cars, and Margo, in turn, haunts the roadside where she was killed.
"Partners" is another great death-and-supernatural song from that era. Man kills his mining partner and throws his body out into the storm, only to get snowed in, go insane, and be left pondering if the shadowy figure knocking at the door in the final stanza is the titular Partner looking for his gold, or Satan.
"Bringing Mary Home" has a haunting melody, but is just the standard "vanishing hitch hiker" plot and one sees the end coming from a mile off.
"Long Black Veil" with its interesting look at an odd double damnation is probably the best of the death and haunting cycle.
"Leader of the Pack" is, beyond a doubt, the outre champion of the field.
"Tell Laura" and "Teen Angel" are just painful.
"Big Joe and Phantom 309" ended the cycle, ca. 1976. Never much cared for that one, but was amused when "Big Joe" turned up as "Large Marge" in Pee Wee's Big Adventure.
...and, yes, Mr. Oppenheim, the Frog People of Danbury are for real. Many a friend of a friend has spotted them late nite doing their grocery shopping or laundry
Shelley Dziedzic
Member
Naw, Teen Angel is not the sweater song thing. I am now haunted until I find out what it was and the lyrics. Passed through Seekonk on my way to Lizzie's-no hitchhiker, glad to say. There was a seance with professional medium (snicker, chortle) at the house after the house tour where the ghosts of the Bordens were contacted, the rappings, I must confess may have had more to do with my leaning on the table leg. After a 2 a.m. foray into the cemetery orb-hunting which was fun until the orb started moving on the video cam. I may have set a speed record for the car door.- Then, thus longing for the Familiar,we all went back to discuss something tangible- Titanic- which is always high on the list of favorite things with the Lizzie People. One guest did produce a remarkable photo on a digital camera of a face in the fireplace-the murderer, no doubt-but uncanny all the same.
Jim Kalafus
Member
Shelley; As Marty said, it was "Laurie" by Dickie Lee, out to prove he could do worse than "Patches."
Last night at the dance I met Laurie,
so lovely and warm, an angel of a girl,
last night I fell in love with Laurie,
strange things happen in this world.
As I walked her home, she said it was her birthday,
I pulled her close and said "will I see you anymore"
and suddenly she asked for my sweater and said that she was very very cold.
I kissed her goodnight at her door and started home,
then thought about my sweater and went right back instead.
I knocked at her door and a man appeared.
I told why I'd come and he said.
You're wrong son, you weren't with my daughter. How can you be so cruel to come to me this way. My Laurie left this word on her birthday,
she died a year ago today.
A strange force drew to to the graveyard.
I stood in the dark.
I saw the shadows wave
and then I looked and saw my sweater lying there upon her grave.
Strange things happen in this world.
_____________________________________________
I prefer- also from 1965:
I was driving down a lonely road one dark and stormy night
When a little girl by the roadside showed up in my headlights
I stopped and she got in back and in a shaky tone
She said: "My name is Mary, please won't you take me home?"
She must have been so frightened all alone there in the night
There was something strange about her, for her face was deathly white
She sat so pale and quiet in the back seat all alone
I'll never will forget the night that I took Mary home
I pulled into the driveway where she told me to go
Got out to help her from the car and opened up the door
But I just could not believe my eyes 'cause the back seat was bare
I looked all around the car but Mary wasn't there
A light shone from the porch, someone opened up the door
I asked about the little girl that I was looking for
Then a lady gently smiled and brushed a tear away
She said: It sure was nice of you to go out of your way
But thirteen years ago tonight, in a wreck just down the road
Our darling Mary lost her life and, oh, we miss her so
Thank you for your trouble and the kindness you have shown
You're the thirteenth one who's called here bringing Mary home
________________________________________________
and I was always partial to the not-really-supernatural Earthly Damnation of:
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
There was someone killed, 'neath the town hall light.
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me.
The judge said "son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die."
I spoke not a word, 'though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
The scaffold was high and eternity near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear.
But sometimes at night, when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones.
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me.
_______________________________________________
...and I swear that this is just a rumor.
It was eighteen hundred and ninety two
The horses were young and the buggy was new
Jim and Margo were happy and gay
And the date was the 9th of May.
A horseless carriage abruptly appeared
The stallion jumped and whinnied and reared
Margo hit the dirt in a sickening way
And Jim was alone on his wedding day.
Margo, Margo
Margo's gone away
But they say that old Jim
Meets her every 9th of May.
Margo's been gone for many a year
But her name still brings a trace of a tear
To ol' Jim's old eyes as dim as they are
And he still hates the sight of a car.
Once a year old Jim goes back to the scene
And he waits near the church for his long lost queen
They make all the wedding vows over, they say,
When Margo appears on the 9th of May.
Margo, Margo
Margo's gone away
But they say that old Jim
Meets her every 9th of May.
Last night at the dance I met Laurie,
so lovely and warm, an angel of a girl,
last night I fell in love with Laurie,
strange things happen in this world.
As I walked her home, she said it was her birthday,
I pulled her close and said "will I see you anymore"
and suddenly she asked for my sweater and said that she was very very cold.
I kissed her goodnight at her door and started home,
then thought about my sweater and went right back instead.
I knocked at her door and a man appeared.
I told why I'd come and he said.
You're wrong son, you weren't with my daughter. How can you be so cruel to come to me this way. My Laurie left this word on her birthday,
she died a year ago today.
A strange force drew to to the graveyard.
I stood in the dark.
I saw the shadows wave
and then I looked and saw my sweater lying there upon her grave.
Strange things happen in this world.
_____________________________________________
I prefer- also from 1965:
I was driving down a lonely road one dark and stormy night
When a little girl by the roadside showed up in my headlights
I stopped and she got in back and in a shaky tone
She said: "My name is Mary, please won't you take me home?"
She must have been so frightened all alone there in the night
There was something strange about her, for her face was deathly white
She sat so pale and quiet in the back seat all alone
I'll never will forget the night that I took Mary home
I pulled into the driveway where she told me to go
Got out to help her from the car and opened up the door
But I just could not believe my eyes 'cause the back seat was bare
I looked all around the car but Mary wasn't there
A light shone from the porch, someone opened up the door
I asked about the little girl that I was looking for
Then a lady gently smiled and brushed a tear away
She said: It sure was nice of you to go out of your way
But thirteen years ago tonight, in a wreck just down the road
Our darling Mary lost her life and, oh, we miss her so
Thank you for your trouble and the kindness you have shown
You're the thirteenth one who's called here bringing Mary home
________________________________________________
and I was always partial to the not-really-supernatural Earthly Damnation of:
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
There was someone killed, 'neath the town hall light.
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me.
The judge said "son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die."
I spoke not a word, 'though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
The scaffold was high and eternity near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear.
But sometimes at night, when the cold wind moans
In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones.
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me.
_______________________________________________
...and I swear that this is just a rumor.
It was eighteen hundred and ninety two
The horses were young and the buggy was new
Jim and Margo were happy and gay
And the date was the 9th of May.
A horseless carriage abruptly appeared
The stallion jumped and whinnied and reared
Margo hit the dirt in a sickening way
And Jim was alone on his wedding day.
Margo, Margo
Margo's gone away
But they say that old Jim
Meets her every 9th of May.
Margo's been gone for many a year
But her name still brings a trace of a tear
To ol' Jim's old eyes as dim as they are
And he still hates the sight of a car.
Once a year old Jim goes back to the scene
And he waits near the church for his long lost queen
They make all the wedding vows over, they say,
When Margo appears on the 9th of May.
Margo, Margo
Margo's gone away
But they say that old Jim
Meets her every 9th of May.
Shelley Dziedzic
Member
Yes! That's it- Laurie! I know it by Strange Things Happen (and how!) Thank goodness, now I can sleep- perchance to dream. I wonder if dream diaries are still to be found?- Such a hot item back in the swinging 60's- groovy. I expect there's enough here on this thread to publish Regressions of a Titaniac.
Grant Woollacott
Member
if anyone truly thinks they had a past life aboard Titanic and is willing to share why they feel they did. reply here or via private message.
Maccallania
Member
Hi everyone, I am new to this forum, and I just want to state I am not claiming to be anyone or anyone specific in a past life, Just want to state that when i was a little girl I woke up with countless nightmares of drowning in a ship that I later believe looks like the Titanic and I am convinced in my mature age now that it was (not that anyone has to believe that). It was so emotional for me it would often wake me up. And I had the same dream about it for many years. I am no longer plagued by the same dream however I am about to go on a cruise ship holiday (something I was terrified as a child) to test the theory of how am I going to cope,. Will I have more memories/feelings etc.. and just in general hope to enjoy the cruise. I feel I have moved in on many ways because that's the kind of person i am with fear. But not moved on from feeling I was on that ship. Anyway think what you will... I hope you can respect my beliefs. <3 your posts are very interesting to read. 
Hello, I think I was mauritz hakan bjornstorm steffanson, a first class passenger in my past life. I dreamt of jumping off the ship and landing safely on a lifeboat which mauritz did it in real life.......and I searched that he died at 1962 and I also searched that those dying in 1962 will start their names. With "R" in their past life, and my name starts with. "R" tok I also drew some Titanic images like, people sliding down decks, chaos on the boat deck, its final plunge and stuff, though I also look like another first class passenger named "Hedwig Marguerite frolicher" and she survived,,,,so it can be I was indeed
Thank you
Thank you
IWasThere1912
Member
You can message me for further discussion if you want! A lot of people who are drawn to the Titanic have powerful experiences that connect them to it. I am one of them.
Can seeing dreams about titanic mean that we can be someone in a past life? I saw a dream where I was on the deck, idk what was that the promenade or boat deck but I jumped from the deck into a boat. It was a short distance and I jumped in the boats end where it was empty...then everything went dark then I saw a picture of this man who was indeed a passenger on the Titanic named mauritz hakan bjornstorm steffanson who jumped from the deck into collapsible d and another interesting thing is I use my mother's surname as my middle name and he did too....I really think he was my past life
Michael H. Standart
Member
>>Can seeing dreams about titanic mean that we can be someone in a past life? <<
Sometimes a dream is just that: A dream. Nothing more or less.
I've had dreams about the Titanic and a lot of other things, and no doubt the well spring they came from are assorted movies, fantasies, discussions and the like.
The problem with asserting past lives is that few such claims can readily be tested and some which have, such as with the Bridey Murphy case, have long been shown to be inaccurate and false. Could yours be the exception?
Maybe, or maybe not.
Sometimes a dream is just that: A dream. Nothing more or less.
I've had dreams about the Titanic and a lot of other things, and no doubt the well spring they came from are assorted movies, fantasies, discussions and the like.
The problem with asserting past lives is that few such claims can readily be tested and some which have, such as with the Bridey Murphy case, have long been shown to be inaccurate and false. Could yours be the exception?
Maybe, or maybe not.
But even after having so many similarities?
Michael H. Standart
Member
>>But even after having so many similarities?<<
Similarities to what? How do you objectively test it in such a fashion that you can exclude any and all other possibilities, including fantasizing based on something you've seen in the historical record?
Similarities to what? How do you objectively test it in such a fashion that you can exclude any and all other possibilities, including fantasizing based on something you've seen in the historical record?
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