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Hi;

I am curious - if anyone here knows someone whose past life was something you don't read about or hear about often in reincarnation circles. No aliens, or animals please. Lives that are not on the list we come across often.

For example, my niece was a Russian Ballerina in her last life. She was famous but was burned horribly in a car accident and remained in hiding until her death later in life. If anyone knows of this Russian Ballerina - please let me know.

Another was my father who was a Quaker. His cabin burned down in the freezing winter and the family was forced to escape to the barn. The family all froze to death.

I am hoping to hear about not your past lives - but the past lives of others - in your family or circle of friends, and specifically past lives that we do not hear much about.

Another is my mom who was a Monk sent by Spain to the Philippines. She was beheaded by a native who was angry that his wife died due to the illnesses the Spaniards brought with them.

I am curious and want to hear about the -- not so common past lives, and not yours - but other people you know.
 
Hi Deborah,

My father has had episode images of being a craftsman, a barrel-maker, in pre-modern Germany. In the PL he was living in a little town which he has actually been visiting in this life (after having the memories), traveling around on vacation. Apparently he recognized things and was able to tell the way to the places (a town-square, etc.).

This guy seems to have lead basically a sort of a simple ordinary and content bumpkin-like life (this seems to have been the definite mood of the memories, at least). Could it be there´s a lesson there for a deep-deep and welt-schmerzed present day person :rolleyes: :)...?
 
My dad's one memory is of building a cabin in a clearing. The cabin was made entirely out of wood, including the nails used to place the shingles, and the floor was split logs. His memory has amazing detail on every point of building. We were able to confirm his building methods as having been used in Europe centuries ago, the new world in pioneering times and in a few Scandanavian countries even today. His entire memory is centered around the building of that cabin.
 
My ex-husband claimed to have been a member of a pirate or smuggling operation around New Orleans when it was still a French territory. Despite how romantic that sounds, he had memories of hard work in terrible conditions, random violence, and his companions' nearly constant drunkenness.
 
My parents used to hypnotize each other and meditate on past lives back when they were first dating, and they discovered a shared life near ancient Babylon. They lived in a city they'd never heard of but later found the name of (also both knew the name of that city's patron god). Most interesting was their deaths when what they described as fire came down from the sky, and the walls were falling.

The night they told me this, I dreamed a very vivid dream of a similar place, and bright light was falling like huge lightning, tents were toppling, and a man with a very bright white face was standing on a wall looking triumphant and pleased, like he'd caused it. I don't really know what to make of it. If anyone has seen something similar, I'd love to know.

Athlynne
 
I am very curious, what CD was used for these Regressions?? It seem's to have good turnover. I know that the same thing that work's for one, may not work for another...but still curious. Thanks~~Jill
 
One of my best friends has very clear memories of being a prostitute in New Orleans in the 1940's. He remembers the apartment he lived in was a walk-up with the staircase outside. He said that he cannot remember his name, but that he was wearing a beautiful sequined red dress the night he died. His death was horrible, as he was burned to death in a fire. To this day he cannot tolerate the color red, and still harbors a fear of fire. Interestingly enough, he also has vague flashes of a life as an elderly priest, leading a congregation in Ireland.

Another friend has vague memories of being an "old maid" schoolteacher at a small wooden prairie schoolhouse. She said she really remembers the love she had for her students, as they were the only children in her life.

Another family friend has memories of being a chef in a restaurant in Paris. She was male in that life and was married to a beautiful, but cold woman. They had no children together, but he had a mistress that bore him two daughters.

Ailish:)
 
I have a friend who has fraternal twin girls. They are five years old. I don't really know if this is a past life memory or not but I suspect so.
One twin wants her feet bound at night 'so they won't grow.' I believe that kids get odd ideas but this has gone on for over a year. My friend finally settled on tight socks. I remember reading about asian people that bind the feet of their girls so they won't grow. I think she had a life as one of them.
Also, the twins spoke their own language. My guess is what people typically think of as twin language may just be a language from another country or an ancient civilization. I remember they had several words for water.
This particular twin also told her mom and I one night when there was a power outage that she 'was scared because it was dark like before she was born.'
My friend believes that nothing happens to you after you die but interestingly enough, she is the one who found this site for me when my son started talking.
Vicky
 
My oldest daughter remembers having polio around the turn of the century. She wore braces on her legs and even reached for them to lock them in place before rising from bed one morning. She was 16 at the time. She said she had very dark almost black hair and straight cut bangs. She was looked over by society, not noticed and even rejected.

Getting noticed in this life time is important to her. She looks kind of like Jennifer Lopez LOLOLOL Her father is French and Spanish and American Indian. My daughters name is also Jennifer.

Anyone else have family or friends that remember?
 
His memory has amazing detail on every point of building.
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My father, like Chelle´s, seems also to remember the details of his then trade and claims he could probably build a wooden barrel just going by his memories. It would be interesting to see him try. He´s always been kind of a tinkerer and I wouldn´t be all that surprised if he could really do it.:)
 
Thanks for sharing Shield.
There is one example I would like to research. Perhaps someone here can help. One of my mothers friends remembered living in America - along a coast line with high cliffs. She remembered being a woman -married with a little girl. It was the early 1920's -1940's I think. Her husband was very wealthy -and they owned a car that was very expensive. It was even - very rare. Only five of them were ever made.

My mothers friend remembered a time - when a storm raged outside - she was at home and her husband and daughter were on their way home from some function. He lost control of the car -went over the cliff and both were killed. The woman was so distraught that she threw herself over the cliff days later. Only to land on a ledge and suffered in pain for days. She finally threw herself the rest of the way over and died.

I am sure - that somewhere there is a record of this woman, her wealthy husband - his rare car and their deaths. I will have to ask mom what kind of car it was again. I forgot. Does this sound familiar to anyone? There are only four cars like it still around. Mom saw one in Southern California, and the announcer of the event said so. ;) That means - one is missing.
 
Carriage driver in London.

A couple of months ago I was driving home in the rain and got a flash of a past life. The road I was driving down was bumpy, with many potholes. It took me back to driving a horse carriage down a coblestone street in the rain. I was cold and wet and miserable, and my lower back was aching from the bumpy cobblestone streets. I even got the flash of the sound of the hooves and wheels on coblestones. Given the style of the carriage I was driving I think it would have been in the early 1800s. Also had the definite impression I was male in that lifetime.
 
Hiya Vicky!

One twin wants her feet bound at night 'so they won't grow.' I believe that kids get odd ideas but this has gone on for over a year. My friend finally settled on tight socks.
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Curiosity speaking here -- does your friend's daughter still want her feet bound at night?


Aili
 
Hi Aili, We are on our way over there to play right now so I will ask. I suspect so because she's pretty serious about the feet growing and also being afraid that her fingers will be chopped off. I don't know if that is something that the Chinese did also or not.
Vicky
 
So what did you find out Vicky? Anything?

I am also curious if anyone knows someone who has memories of being a Gold Digger in Australia, Alaska or California? Anyone remember building the railroads to the West? How about working in a sweat shop or laundry shop. Anyone a cabinet maker - a shoemaker? Fiziwig posted once about a memory of being a toymaker. The masses - built America. What about the fishermen? In Europe - in New Zealand? The Mailman? The Pony Express.

I remember someone posted about being a whale hunter in Alaska - which was awesome. Anyone remember -being the backbone - the builder of the new world?

I guess I am asking because - I believe - no questions, no answers. ;)
 
My friend's daughter is getting better and they are not putting the tight socks on her every night. Her father, who she sees three days a week, won't go along with any of it. She had a real fear of getting her fingers chopped off, to the point where I'd define it as anxiety or almost obsessive. Then her father's brother actually got his fingers cut off in an industrial accident and I think all but one were sown back on. Her dad felt that the best thing for her would be to see his brother alive and well so he drove her 6 hours to see him. She has since talked less about getting her fingers chopped off.

Vicky
 
Ooo, I have a neat one. A friend of mine believed he was Paul Bunyan from the time he was little. He wanted certain clothes and foot ware and on and on. He even named ALL of his dogs Blue. He was deathly afraid of log jams.

One day on a trip through Bray, Maine with one of his uncles, they spotted some activity at the river. There was a log jam. When my friend saw it, he was instantly transported to the life he'd been remembering. He'd been a lumber jack and had died in a log jam and his name had been Paul Banyan.

I thought of it for this thread because he remembers clearing the way for the railroad.

Wulfie
 
I don't know if this is anything or not, but I found it interesting. Last weekend, we were at the in-laws - - our fuel pump went out and my BIL was fixing our car for us. While my husband and BIL were working on the car, my 5yo nephew was sitting with me while playing a rather difficult "hang man" game. One of the words I got was "Macedonia." I exclaimed, "Macedonia?! That's not a word one expects to have in a hang man game!" My nephew piped up and said, "Macedonia! I've been there before!" (He said the word perfectly, and he's notorious for putting his own spin on even the most common of words.) I said, "Hey! That sounds neat! Tell me about it!" He said, "Well, it was before I was in my mommy's tummy." Then he ran off :rolleyes:

This is the same nephew that's made a few random other comments. I can never nail anything down, though.
 
there are two regressions that seem to fit this category.

My sister- in her lifetime (early 1900's until she was 60), she lived alone with her parents away from society, and was very intune to nature and animals. she apparently never went into town (her father did) and when they died, she apparently completely lived alone.

A friend- lived in a mexican refugee camp of some sort (maybe even a tent city) around the 1960's at a young age, and then moved to america and got her life together.
 
Egyptians in Australia

:thumbsup: Hi everyone,

I registered on this forum a few months ago but this is my first post as I don't have any past life memories of my own or any children of my own but I think I can contribute something to this thread about other people's past life experiences.

My Dad has had some amazing past life experiences which I think you all might find interesting.

Ten years ago in 1996 after reaching middle age my dad starting having this reoccuring dream of him leading people through dark a cave and then being bitten on the hand by a snake that was hanging from the roof of the cave. Each time after waking up from the dream my Dad noticed that he was bleeding from his hand and it looked like he had been bitten by something. At first he thought that there was a wolf spider in the bed with him but after having this dream on a number of occasions and realizing that there was actually no puncture wounds on his hand he realized that there was something more to his reoccuring dream.

He began researching all things metaphysicial and I am not sure about this but I think he was told by a phsychic that the dream was past life related and was somehow lead by a phsychic to a cave just out of Sydney. When he went into the cave his hand started bleeding again and discovered that on the walls of the cave Egyptian hieroglyphs had been inscribed. He got somebody to translate them and it turns out that they tell the story of Egyptian explorers who had been lead through the cave by their leader who was killed by a snake bite.

This sort of confirmed the whole past life thing for him and in 1998 he went to Egypt to further investigate it all further.I was 13 at the time. His hand bled when he visited the town that he lived in and and I think he was able to find out the identity of his former self with the help of ancient archives.

There are many more details to this which I don't know about as my Dad keeps most of it quite private as I think most people would question his sanity after hearing a story like this. However he did say that he had unresolved issues from that past life and that is why he was made aware of them in this life so that he could resolve them, only he wouldn't tell me what they were.

I am not sure exactly how old the hieroglyphs are but sources say between 3000 and 5000 years old. The Australian government wasn't overly interested in the discovery of the hieroglyphs as they are only concerned in preserving native Australian aboriginal sites and many people think that the glyphs are fake anyway. You can read more about the cave and the glyphs on the following link or type "Egyptians in Australia" into google.

www.crystalinks.com/egyptaustralia.html

It was my father's experience that sparked my interest in reincarnation, and although I don't have any memories of my own past lives I do believe that all of this happened. I have never heard of something from a past life manifesting itself physically like bleeding when the skin isn't even pierced but I still believe my Father because I don't think he would make anything like this up.

The rest of my family on the other hand were quite skeptical and my mother was convinced that my father had gone completely crazy.

Green26
 
Good for you Green26 for being a support to your dad. How scary for him!!!

I'm just curious to know if he believed in reincarnation before he began having the dreams or if he had any other likes, dislikes or inclinations that also, in retrospect, supported the findings of the Egyptian life?
 
No, my father did not have any belief in reincarnation whatsoever before all of this happened. He was just an average middle aged guy with no particular beliefs religious or otherwise. I really am amazed at some of the things he has told me. Since then he has discovered many other lives other than this particular one in Egypt. He didn't really have an interest in Egypt before any of this happened. However one thing which may have carried over from a past life may have been from the most reccent life in a concentration camp in Poland. Apparently he escaped but was later found by the Nazis and shot. Anyway in this life between the age of 18 months and 3 years he had escaped from home over 1000 times.
 
My partner talks about a life in the late 1800s in London as a constable.
He is hoping to return one day to see if anything is as he remembers it.

Kind Regards
Kay
 
Let me explain that a little better.

During that life in a concentration camp in Poland he obviously had a dire need to escape from the nazis, he attempted to escape many times and was eventually successful but was later found and killed. So anyway this survival instinct of escaping from danger carried over into the next life which was why he managed to run away from home over 1000 times until his soul finally realized that the danger wasn't there anymore and that he didn't need to try to escape from home any longer.
 
My now ex-boyfriend had a past life involved with Indians. His reoccuring dream since he was a toddler was of him running from a bunch of indians. He would often litteraly start running in his sleep. His father would follow him sometimes out into the field behind their house so he wouldn't wake. N-E wayz, he always would wake up when his fingers began to get cut off. (Sorry for the gruesome picture) "J" told me that in his late teens or early 20's, I can't remember which, a spirit of a young indian boy started to visit him. He would always look at "J"s indian collectibles. After a while, "J" finally started to speak to the boy. The boy has apologized to him for what his ancestors did to him and still comes to visit him. "J" feels as though this entity watches over him and has for a very long time.

I find this very coincedental and interesting that Hippy's aunt has an indian spirit who now watches over her as does "J" after both being killed by indians in a PL. Maybe it speaks toward the true nature of the indian tribes. Although they have been known for violence; they were and are very spiritual and caring people.

"J" has no idea why the indians were after him. He has not ever figured that part out.


Oh.. And by the way, I somehow missed the name of the regression CD that Hippy uses. I kept scanning but either I'm blind or it never got listed. I would also be interested in knowing which one it was.
 
Does anyone else have something to add based on the original question?

Deborah said:
I am curious - if anyone here knows someone whose past life was something you don't read about or hear about often in reincarnation circles. No aliens, or animals please. Lives that are not on the list we come across often.
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I am fascinated by unusual, but ordinary lives and would love to hear some stories of people you know. :)

Aili
 
Deborah said:
Hi;
I am curious - if anyone here knows someone whose past life was something you don't read about or hear about often in reincarnation circles. No aliens, or animals please. Lives that are not on the list we come across often.


For example, my niece was a Russian Ballerina in her last life. She was very famous but was burned horribly in a car accident and remained in hiding until her death later in life. If anyone knows of this Russian Ballerina - please let me know.


Another was my father who was a Quaker. His cabin burned down in the freezing winter and the family was forced to escape to the barn. The family all froze to death.


I am hoping to hear about not your past lives - but the past lives of others - in your family or circle of friends, and specifically past lives that we do not hear much about.


Another is my mom who was a Monk sent by Spain to the Philippines. She was beheaded by a native who was angry that his wife died due to the illnesses the Spaniards brought with them.


I am curious and want to hear about the -- not so common past lives, and not yours - but other people you know.
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lol.... This is actually funny. We still tease our mom about it. When we were kids even up to now as adults, we'd be joking around and zinging puns back and forth and my mom would get kinda mad at us because she couldn't keep up with us. It was like tossing verbal balls over her head that she couldn't catch. She'd frown her lazer eyes at us, glancing around shifty-eyed, accusingly at us and say, "You guys are always out to get me!"


I'd laugh and smile a big cheezy grin at her and tell her, "That's what you get for stealing our furs!" Then we'd all smile at her and I'd continue, "You got US for your dear, little children. You are supposed to take care of us." Then we'd all laugh at her and she'd get mad at us, complain and grumble a bit and finally laugh because she knew it was hopeless.


One time in the 70's she was at some kind of new-age conference in San Diego where she walked in to a room where discussion was going on about past lives. A psychic woman who saw her come in told her she had been shot in the hip in a previous life which is why she limped. My mom was suspicious because she thought the woman had made it up when she saw my mom limp in to the room.


Later, mom relayed that event to me and I laughed and blurbed out with... "Yep! Eddie shot you!" (my brother) " I saw him do it." You had stolen our furs and stuff and were paddling down the river and before you got around the bend Eddie got you with a long shot and hit you in the hip." I laughed. (I could see it just like I was actually looking at the scene again.)


She kinda grumbled, "You guys have always been out to get me."


I just laughed and reminded her, "We're out to get you? You got US for your children."


Then a year or so later my mom and I were at an Edgar Casey discussion and a psychic reader lady was there. We were talking about past lives and such and it was fun an somewhat lively discussion. My mom was sitting in a chair and leaning forward looking suspiciously at teh lady becasue it was her turn to be 'read'. The lady looked at my mom and said, "Oh my..." and paused.


Instantly my ears perked up, because I KNEW something was coming. "What?"


To mom and the group she said, "I don't know if I should say anything.... but, you......."


My mom looked at her with lazer eyes, which only got me curious. "I said, "It's ok, go ahead."


The lady continued , "were a courier du bois in a past life and you are busy..."


As she started this description, I saw superimposed over my mom, an image of a short, dark-haired guy with a dark stocking cap - the end down his left side. He was looking around, shifty-eyed - exactly the same way my mom does now. He had on a red and black plaid shirt and was kneeling on one knee, the knee was bent but was ready to help him make a quick escape. He was on the edge of a stoney creek bed and busily pulling in some kind of natural fiber rope and the trap that was on the other end.


"...stealing someone's furs."


As soon as I saw the image overlay (like a double exposure), my mouth dropped open and I loudly said, "SEE! I TOLD you you stole our furs!" Everyone cracked up laughing.


Incidently, the courier du bois was wearing the kind of plaid I HATE. In this life mom would always try to force some god-awful plaid on me when we were shopping for school clothes and I'd get stubborn and refuse to wear it. She'd get stubborn right back and insist I get it and "I'd tell her NO. I HATE it." We had real wars on plaids... lol...


Then my mom would get furious with me when gramma, who was shopping with us one time, picked out a very pretty plaid and asked, "How about this one". Of course, I liked that one. and my mom grumbled, :You'd hate it if I picked it out!" and I said, "No, You never pick out pretty ones. Just ugly red and black ones."


lol... interesting background... I guess, somehow or other, I knew her plaid was the enemy. lol and I refused to wear enemy colors in my youth. :laugh:


Actually, mom and I get along fine. We just have these occasional 'stubborn' session where she tries to 'change my mind and tastes' about things. Of course, now that I'm an adult, she can't chop my hair off or force me to wear things I don't like. " lol
 
I never got to thank you Porkypine for sharing your story. A very good one indeed. So thank you - it brought a smile to my face. :)
 
I have a freind who was having problems with her boyfreind. I had never met this new fellow in her life and decided to try my hand at seeing if I could see their past life together and what happened then.


Well I did a fairly good job as it did fit in with her feelings about him. In that life I felt he was a tax collector and was really into making money to the point that it affected her view of him.. She had married him with love but her respect had changed once he got so greedy for money. He would collect taxes without much thoughts for peoples feelings.


She confirmed my reading and later told me that in their relationship in this life it was really bothering her how stingy he was with his money .. not spending on things that brought her joy like going out to dinner , etc. This parrelled their relationship to money in that past life.


I had a memory in 1979 where I was friends with a group of women in a small town in the 1500s . We would meet as a social club to do things in our community.. Two years ago I got together with five women and we set up a food buying club.. I beleive these are the very same women.. We always talk about our community and share our political findings about what is happening in our city which parralels our past life together. It is always us woman together , just as in that past life where we were quite happy to have our own little life away from hubbies and family ..


A woman I knew I felt had been my mother from a past life in Germany. IN that life I remember having been taken as a Jewish child to a concentration camp with my sisters , This woman told me, without her knowing about my memory, that she had had a flashback/dream about running in the woods and being shot in the back and she felt it was in Germany. This was historically done to Jews at the beginning before there were mass exterminations in the concentration camps.


A freind of mine loves all things hippy .She was born in the 80s. She had had a recurring dream of being a soldier , being shot in the back and dieing in the fields with jungles all around her .


She said she also dreamt of some sort of tribunal/ school where she was questoined. We go shopping at thrift stores and she goes towards everything that I know are reminiscent of the late 60s --- peasant blouses, long jean skirts.. etc.. She is an avid activist against war and pro environmental things. I think she must be reincarnated from her last life in Vietnam in the late 60s


soulfreindly
 
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