Australian Past Life
(Lymington, Hampshire, UK)
Since a child I felt a keen connection with Australia and of a previous life there, living on a farm. I knew where this place was in Australia, I knew its name but each time I searched through an atlas I could never find it. It became almost an obsession (this was before the internet, over twenty years ago now) I knew that I was happily married, in fact it was the love I felt for my husband that made this whole thing almost a painful thing for me - I missed him so much! The place was slightly inland from Cairns. I knew about the rainforests, I knew about the lakes there, I knew about a track that was treacherous during the wet season - I knew how it all looked. The grass plains above the rainforests, the grass flat land that ran up from the coast to the foot of the rainforests that grew on the slopes of the mountains - I could picture it all in my mind’s eye. Then one day I was visiting a friend and she had an atlas on her coffee table, as always I opened it and searched and there it was, exactly where I knew it would be. The place is called Yungaburra, now a very popular tourist resort.
A couple of years ago I had the chance to go and it was exactly as I knew it would be. The farm where I had lived was called Peter Farm and there was a mountain called Peter Mountain there. I regret not getting that far, but I was with a friend and it was a bit complicated and not worth explaining here. But it was enough for me to know that I had not imagined any of it. My husband was called Ben and I still miss him now, at 44 - I spend a moment each day praying that in my next life we will be together again. The love I feel for him has never gone away and in truth has marred all relationships with men in this life - my fault of course, but there it is.
Perhaps the most amazing part was the dangerous track. In my memory it was a long, winding gravel track that my husband forbade me to drive up in the wet season. On my visit two years ago I drove up a winding road through the rain forests to Yungaburra. There was a tourist information hut there and so I spent a couple of hours going through the information they had on the area. Not until the 80's had this track been sealed and it was noted that it had been such a dangerous road for so many years that sealing the road had become necessary.