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Have you ever tried to revisit (geographically) a past life?

Jody

Jody

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For those who remember (or were regressed to remember) a past life, have you ever visited the geographic area that was supposed to take place, if that was one of the details you remember? If so, did you get any kind of validation from that?

I'm an American but I did some traveling around Europe when I was younger. One place I definitely "recognized" from a past life was the opera house in Versailles.

There have also been times when I've seen an iconic landmark (for the first time in person), like the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco or the Eiffel Tower, and felt a bit of a shudder ... I think that's because maybe I remember seeing these things in a past life, and not just because they are world famous and have a certain energy to them. I mean, I'd seen them a million times in pictures and not felt anything but when I saw them in person, I felt a kind of deep recognition ...
 
Hi Jody! Great new thread, and thanks for the post. It's especially meaningful for me, because these past 35 years have been spent in a part of New England which has served to create many profound and verifiable memories from two centuries ago. I've discovered documented historical events that were previously never published. I've found old and familiar roads, that were long bypassed by development. And, I've met compatriots, who have shared some of the same memories.


One of the more remarkable observations was not so much the uncanny experiences, themselves, but how long it took for me to realize that they were probably past life related. For those who doubt that they have ever had such an experience; reconsider the places you've visited or lived, and ask yourself why you've been there, and think more deeply about how you felt.
 
I've never been out of the United States before in this life, but I remember two previous American lives. My most recent one was in Oklahoma. I've thought about making a road trip down there sometime but it hasn't happened yet. I have seen the pictures of the town online and there is an odd familiarity.


I also remember living in Charleston, South Carolina. I've never been there before either, but I like the Southeast. I lived in Georgia for a little while. I've been to Savannah before and loved it. It is culturally similar to Charleston. I've seen pictures of the magnificent old homes colonial homes in Charleston and it gives me nastalgic feelings.
 
I have never lived there (in this lifetime), but as a teenager I was drawn to a travel book in the library on England, where I discovered a color photograph of the White Cliffs of Dover as seen coming in from the water side towards them.


I broke out in a cold sweat and stood there staring at that photo until the school librarian became concerned and asked me if I was alright, needless to say, I had to sit down and put my head down because I felt faint.


I don't recall ever having that kind of reaction to anyplace or anyone, but that photo hit me like a literal "ton of bricks".


I had never seen (in this lifetime) that photo, but still remember it (and my reaction to it) to this very day.


BTW, the school nurse attested that I wasn't sick at all, but was exhibiting symptoms of someone who had had a very frightening experience!
 
I've had several past lives in the US, but have only visited one area. I believe that I was killed at the battle of Gettysburg and a couple years ago, my husband and I went there on vacation. As soon as we got there, I felt a weird vibe. It's hard to explain - I felt an intense sadness but also a kind of excitement. We drove around the town, had lunch, went in gift shops and museums. The town itself did not look familiar to me at all and I wouldn't have expected it to.


But then we took a guided tour through the battlefields. It was honestly one of the strangest experiences of my life. I had a strong sense of recognition and having been there before. As we drove through the woods, I had this creepy, uneasy feeling that was very unpleasant.


At the end of the tour as the guide was talking, I just happened to look behind us and saw a field bordered by trees (like the dozens of others we'd gone through) but when I saw it, it was a jolt as it looked exactly like the scene of the battle I've had nightmares about. I went over and read the monument - it was the sight of a battle between union forces and a Mississippi brigade. I believe in that lifetime I was from Mississippi (and I really do want to research if the brigade that fought there was from the area of MS were I think I lived).


Before we left town, I went back to that field and left flowers on the monument. My husband thought I was nuts, but it made me feel better. :)
 
My experience has been in reverse...instead of going somewhere to find markers or familiarity, I went somewhere and found its significance later. My experience was of a dramatically memorable time in Newport, Rhode Island, both because of Navy Officer Candidate School and also because of the tremendous familiarity with the town and strong emotions brought about by certain locations and places in the area.


I felt faint and I got tunnel vision when I drove with several navy friends across a causeway separating a tidal pool and the beach in Newport and nearly lost control of my car...we pulled over and my episode passed, but a friend finished driving anyway. Also, several times when I passed a roadway going toward the south of town, for no understandable reason, I would have to fight back tears. At the time I tried to justify it as a simple life change and going into the navy, which didn't make alot of sense since it was something I had really wanted to do since I had been a child.


Anyway, five years ago in my search to understand a connection I had with a former fiance, I was told that she had previously been my sister, we were of a wealthy family in the northeast and I was killed as a young man in a car accident.


Then two years ago I read an account of a wealthy heir killed in a car crash in Newport in which his sister was injured. It was 1905 and a tire on the young man's car blew out on the bridge over the tidal pool at the beach and caused him to lose control of the car which then went through the guard rail. That was the same place I nearly fainted.


The date of that young man's death corresponds with the date I met the sister/ex-fiance (two weeks after leaving Newport).
 
Yes. That's how I started remembering. I ended up in the right place, and all sorts of memories started coming. When I did research later, I found that a few of the things I remembered were true. But it took me awhile to screw up the nerve to research what I remembered. Once I did, the memories helped me dig in the right ditch! :laugh: But I still stay a little skeptical. I'd like to go back and see if I remember some more.
 
Oh yes...there is an area of my own country (ie England) that I realised I knew quite well when I went on holiday there this time round....e!e. It was an interesting experience to walk up a street and know what came next...:laugh:
 
I have seen photographs of places that rang bells of familiarity so strong that I felt quite confident I knew what was off camera as well, like "Oh, just around that bend is where Gertrude lives." Sadly, I can't afford to travel to any of these places. Two places I intend to hit up when we get moved back to Maine* are NYC and Boston.


* You can't tell this from the typing, but I paused at this point. When speaking, I always say "move back to Maine", as though I had lived there before, which I haven't. I usually type this phrase and then edit it to exclude the word 'back', but this time I left it in. I intend to meditate on this.
 
I reside in an area where I never lived in a past life before. I have a feeling this was done on purpose. Its a new area and has a nice fresh feel to it -- nothing to hold me back or bring me down. I have memories of living a few lives in the USA, but these were in Eastern USA. I have seen many photos of the American Civil War, in and around Atlanta that triggered memories, but I have yet to get over to the Eastern part of the USA. I'd love to give it a try, starting with Vicksburg, or just going on the Mississippi River, and also up inn Ohio, where I have memories of living on the Frontier. One day...


I'd love to go to Jerusalem, where I have strong memories of the 1st Crusades siege. Not all good, but its still on my bucket list.
 
I have spoken about this in other threads but will add this here for new posters.


My daughter had memories of a particular lifetime in a part of my town that used to be high class, is now known as the poorer, crime riddled side of town.


She had made comments about counting the steps on her way to do things. So many steps off the porch, another amount to grandma's house across the street, more to the streetcar to meet Mom on her way home from work.


We found the house and counted. The numbers matched.


In another memory she and I were hookers, working for a man named Jimmy. She pointed out Jimmy's house, which was now a non profit entity. As part of a local historical society I toured parts of the building and later had a conversation with an officer of the non profit. The original owner was named James. And, more importantly, she said there were rooms that were configured weirdly and had doorbells and other fittings that did not make sense ... well, not until our discussion. I plan on visiting the property soon to see what is up with it.
 
A very good question, that I'm sure will bring up many interesting stories. :thumbsup:


So far I don't think I've been to the exact places I've lived before, at least not yet. Though I plan on visiting Ireland someday in the future, hopefully the same area where I lived before if I can remember the county or town name in a regression...


My mom has been to the same old medieval town in England that she lived in before - she knew what was around every corner though she had never been there before in her current life. She also saw flashes of an old market, and later learned from a tour guide that there used to be a medieval market held in the same area as she had seen it.
 
Oh yes!!!!


I am an American, but knew as a small child, I belonged in Europe! I have been here (all over: Germany, France, Spain, Italy, England, Belgium, etc...) for 33 years. My most detailed memories from several past lives is the making of the Bayuex Tapestry...this is my story for a small part of the search...


I know that I worked on this tapestry in St. Augustines Abbey (although the tapestry was made in more than one place according to my memories) and my husband and I set out for England. The day before the visit, I told my husband I would like to draw what I see in my mind before we go there, and started drawing. Windows, doors, fireplaces, stairways, small pillar like stones that I saw in the middle of the room. I was so caught up in "being" there...sunlight, trees, smoke in my eyes from the fire, when my husband said to me "You know that St Augustines Abbey is just in ruins now?" His words seemed to hang in the air! I didn't...I saw it before me and really thought it was still there, just as it was for over almost 1000 years! How silly...I brust into tears and cried my heart out, even as I am writing this, tears fill my eyes! The next day we went there , even though my soul was very heavy and I knew that my drawings were useless. But...there was still enough of this abbey left to see were the windows were (exactly the number I had drawn) were the fireplace was, the stairways and doors, the small leftover stumps of some pillar like stones on the floor...ALL exactly as I had drawn them!!! I was sooooooo happy...it's hard to explain...I was home! Needless to say my husband was speachless. He has never doubted in what I believe is right for me, but now he was confronted with a touch of evidence. It was a remarkable experience!!!
 
No I haven't, but I definitely would for several of my lives. Right now, I can only "visit" these places via Google Maps :rolleyes:
 
Before I did my past life regression two places I visited really resonated with me.


London England was especially 'familiar' to me when I visited there. I had an eerie experience in the Tower of London. When I was in the chapel in the White Tower I swear I heard people praying in Latin. I felt like I had been there before and prayed there before. Then when I was in the lower levels of the White Tower I could hear people screaming like they were being tortured.


The other place that just took me over was Rome. I had the strangest energy when I was there. I couldn't get enough of the city and never wanted to leave.


I have traveled somewhat and these are the only two places that really knocked me on my rear. Later in my past life regressions I confirmed I had lives in London and Rome.
 
Now as for myself, have lived here in the Western US all my life where I sincerely and deep down feel I lived before in many a past life. As for myself, in some of my traveling and wandering while here in the Western US, have had some deep and profound Deja Vu's.


One Deja Vu happened when I visited the Northern Cheyenne Reservation some years ago in Southern Montana. Once I crossed over the reservation boundary, I felt like I was so 'Home' Again. And then when I later visited the local cenetery there in Lame Deer, MT. on the reservation, I Just broke down and cried and cried and cried.


Then some other Deja Vu's and experiences have happened when have been in some sandstone canyon in the canyon country of Southern Utah when hiking and wandering about.
 
I know what you mean about feeling "home". On our first trip to Maine I was asleep on the flight, passing the hours by checking the inside of my eyelids, y'know. Anyway, I was in the middle of a light dream of walking along a dirt road. In the dream I heard a voice say "Wake up. You're home." I shot awake and heard the two guys across the aisle talking as they looked out the window. One told the other "We just now crossed into New England!" From that point on until we left a few days later, I felt like I was right where I have wanted to be all my life. A few weeks prior I had sent a poem to the governor of Maine, inspired by the photography of Paul Cyr:


"Maine, like a beacon shining on some distant shore,


Calls me to a home where I have never been before.


This must be the very place of Mother Nature's birth,


For when I saw Maine I saw the place where God had kissed the Earth."
 
I've never tried to visit a place from any past life though in one trip I may have gotten close. It was a trip to Williamsburg, VA. The whole feel of that place was familiar, but not the place. It was the buildings and the way the staff was dressed. Kinda hard to explain.
 
There are those who have traveled to New York City and have loved it. I can honestly say that I hated it after working there for a number of years. However, I have had a strange affinity for the history of that city, especially for three periods in particular: the 1640's, the 1770's, and the 1890's. Why this should be, I don't know, but the fact that these periods have stood out seem to indicate something that exists beyond this lifetime. I have traveled to many cities, visited many museums and read many books; but the places that seemed to grab me by the very soul were New York along the Hudson, Western Connecticut, England, Ireland, and the Netherlands.


Of the many museums I've visited, none have haunted me quite so strongly as a 17th Century Flemish room that was re-created in the Museum of Toledo, Ohio forty years ago. However, I didn't consider reincarnation as a possible influence at the time.
 
Has anyone ever tried to use a regression CD? I was given a cd called, "Journeys into past lives regression" cd by a sister. I intend to try it when I'm alone. I remember nothing but have always felt like my name was suppose to be my name, if that makes any sense. Minor but, maybe not.
 
That poem was beautiful Shiftkitty!


I haven't really traveled much, and the only place I've been to are the West and the South of the US, and the Caribbean.


I really loved California, but I think that has more to do with my love for the golden era of film rather than a past life.


I feel a connection to Pennsylvania, England, The Netherlands, Germany, and that's about it. Rome too.


I'd have to say I love the idea of England more than any of the other places, yet I feel the strongest 'connection' to Pennsylvania and the Netherlands.
 
Nightrain, your comment about the history of NYC holding some sense of significance to you really brought me up short. I get the exact same sense...I have significant interest in old New York, from the knickerbocker era, its transition to the english, and its later transition into the foremost city of the colonies, then early federal period. Several books have described the older city for me and they each felt like they were describing exactly what felt like home. I have vignettes of several lives there, but have yet to obtain specific lives (beyond one) which took place in any of those periods.


The Cynicalone, I have had significant experience with past life meditation cds...I can't comment on your findings, but I have had very good results and obtained a tremendous level of valid information from my own meditations. Keep at it, it might take some time, but it comes with practice.
 
old places


I have never been to the Black Hills of South Dakota, but am VERY interested in going! I know I have lived as a Lakota (Sioux) warrior and have done some research on that particular area. I found a group who helps the natives in that area. It is called Friends of Pine Ridge. I plan to go as soon as time and finances permit!
 
I've been lucky (or unlucky if you see it differently) to always live within an hours train ride of London, so have been there lots over the years. When I was younger, the first time I went to London Zoo affected me very deeply. It was the architecture and the history of the place, and was particularly fascinated by the oldest buildings, and bought a book of historical photographs there and then, and for months afterwards would pour over old maps and visitor guides, I became quite a collector! What is strange is that my interest in London Zoo fades after about 1880, it still interests me, but not in the same way as the years before 1880. Strange eh? Am wondering if maybe I was a regular visitor from the 1850s-1880s. When I look at the old photos it fills me with a deep sense of longing and have to take a break!
 
While in Cuba (especially Havana) I had nearly debilitating episodes of Deja Vu - they were so bad that I had to sit down several times, catch my breath and "refocus" my eyes - my vision was blurry for nearly 30 seconds to a whole minute. I also knew the streets and could get around easily without a map. The time I spent in Cuba was the happiest that I have ever been. I felt like I was home, amongst "my people" if that makes sense.


I'm also really drawn to Latin America - Cuba and Argentina in particular. I'm living in Korea right now as an English teacher and plan on moving to Argentina within the next two years to explore my affinity for it.


I have soft spots for certain African countries, too - namely Tanzania, Kenya, Morocco, Rwanda, Burundi, and the Congo.
 
While my most dramatic effects were received in Newport, R.I., I have a continuing affinity for Charlottesville, VA also. In both places I have been not only very familiar with the location, but very comfortable and felt some sense of anticipation...almost like I was expecting something or someone to come in the door or around the corner. Before visiting, neither of these were locations I had previously felt a connection or felt drawn to, rather upon visiting them, I found them both dramatically different than other cities, towns or locations simply by the feelings they evoked in me, and their continued tendency attract me. Over time that attraction has only increased.
 
Yes, but didn't realize at the time what was happening


Wow so happy I found this forum and this particular thread. About four years ago I took a trip to Edinburgh, Scotland. I had never been there before, or so I thought. In preparation for my trip I started doing research about history, music, culture, etc. I started to feel this vague familiarity with all things Scottish. I just dismissed it at the time of being excited for my trip.


As soon as I got there I was filled with this feeling, a feeling I can not explain. Something I've never felt in any previous journey. The feeling was of contentment, love of this beautiful place, a feeling of being "home", a certain energy. I felt like I belonged there. It was like feeling reborn perhaps. On many occasions I've thought about moving there, but I have such a good career here in the states.


I've travelled to other places in Europe and have never had such overwhelming feelings. Certain Scottish poetry by Robert Burns, and old Scottish songs just resonate with me. I don't know what to make of all of this, but I honestly feel that I lived in Scotland in a past life. It's something that's so strong I can't dismiss. Some people find the Scottish accent to be difficult to understand, while I have no issues with it. I've very interested into exploring further my past live(s) and I'm hoping this forum will help me discover some answers.


Heather :angel:


"You take the high road & I'll take the low road,


and I'll be in Scotland afore ye"
 
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