Various Members Memories

[ragdoll@aloha.net]

I have had several experiences related to my past lives and have researched a couple. This is one I would love to share. As a start, ever since I was a little girl, I have always been interested in God, Religion and anything to do with the occult and paranormal. I have even studied Witchcraft for a bit. Everyone else in my family had no interest in this "nonsense" and tended to view my interests as eccentric or strange.

I went to a gentleman here in Hawaii who was well known for his past life regression sessions. It was from these sessions that I came to understand why I have always been fascinated by these things. When I went into the session, I had no idea what would come about or if I could even be taken back to a past life, if there was such a thing.

So, this is what I got from my sessions:

Lucinda, an outcast woman in Italy in the 1300's who was wrongfully accused of being a witch because she lived alone in the mountains and had knowledge of herbs and plants. She was chased through the woods one cold winter morning, tied up, dragged back to the town square and tied to a post. She was then beaten to death and burned. I had always read about people accused of being a witch being burned alive at the stake. That was my impression. But when I did research, I learned that in some parts of Italy, the people were beaten first, then burned.

Elzbeth, a young Mennonite girl (she was dressed in what looked to me like the present day Amish style of dress) who lived "somewhere around Germany" in the late 1500's or early 1600's. Traumatized by the death of her fiance, she went "a bit crazy" and had to be left behind when her parents were forced to flee. When I gave my name for that lifetime, the gentleman who was guiding me through this kept telling me, "oh, Elizabeth. Your name is Elizabeth?" And I kept insisting, "NO! ELZBETH!, NOT E-LIZ-A-BETH. IT'S ELZ-BETH!" A few years later, while out shopping, I stopped by a book store and looked up the name Elizabeth and its variations. Sure enough, I found the name Elzbeth, of Swiss-German origin. I had never heard of Swiss-Germany. To make a long story short, I researched at the local library and found out the original Mennonites had started in an area around the border of Switzerland and Germany, but were driven out sometime in the late 1500's or early 1600's.

Jereldeen

 

[fiziwig]

African tribal warrior

I once had a regression (25 years ago) which traced my persistent back pains to having taken a spear in the back during a tribal war in Africa. Strangely, after the regression the back pains I'd had for years went away and never came back again.

So if "tribal warrior" counts, I guess I was soldier of sorts.

 

[DJ]

Twins in the 1800's

My mother from the life I recall best, 100 years ago, was a gentle, warm spirit, beautiful in and out. The person I was overall closest to, my older sister---in this life asked me pointblank, "Did you love your mother?" and I broke down. I remember her, I remember what I said to her as she lay dying, and I know her love will always be with me, as mine shall with her.

I can recall sitting in the lap of yet another mother. She loved me, and I loved her, greatly. I am on the verge of crying each time when I am reminded of her.

In the early 1800's I lost my mother when me and my twin were 3, and as we were still very young, didn't quite comprehend. We would ask our father, "Where is she?"

Actually, come to think of it, in at least several, perhaps more, lives, I have the sense of losing my mother early, either thru her death, or of my going off to live elsewhere.

DJ

This post and discussion is continued in the thread Remembering mother

 

[Dieter]

My mother-in-law....

About five years ago, I had a very strong vision about my mother in a past life, who possibly was my mother-in-law in my actual life.

I watched myself sitting on the floor of a huge room in an English mansion. I was about five years old, was wearing a white dress and I was playing with something like a teddybear. My mother was playing piano. She played just for me, and I felt that we were completely unified through this wonderful music. She was so good, so warmhearted, I loved her so much.

While feeling and watching the vision, I let my body and spirit get filled with this love and warmth. I just had to cry, I couldn’t help.

My mother in my acutal life is a very difficult person, I always have had a lot of problems with her, she is too possesive. But this vision helped me to get in peace with her. I didn’t care anymore for the lack of mother’s love in my present live, because I knew, I had a loving mother in a past live, and she would always love me.

Also, I became able to see the good things in my actual mother: after all, she sacrificed herself for us kids, and she kept us always healthy and well fed.

So, when I’m listening to a romantic piano-melody, I just remember my piano-playing mother and I feel her love. It seems, she suffered a lot in that life. She was very intelligent, she read all the books in the library of her father-in-law (who seems to be my son today), but she couldn’t show because women must not be intelligent then, and she went a bit crazy.

In a later life, she was male, a famous musician in France. Her piano-melodies were marvelous. I was a poor girl without family, and I passed by the house of this musician as a beggar.

He gave a little piano-concert to his friends, and I just got paralized by the music. He was very amused when he saw me: I stood in the garden, watching him through a window, listening to the music, unable to move. So he invited me to stay in his home and to work as a servant. I stayed there for many years, and finally I left the place to become a nun.

When he died, I visited the house and his servant told me, that he got melancholic when I left. I felt very sad, I didn’t mean to hurt him as I left.

I have always been trying to find out who this musician might have been, but I can’t remember any names or other important details, so it’s gonna be difficult.

There is some very strange thing about the first time I had the vision of the piano-playing mother: Some hours later, my wife phoned me to tell that they suffered a terrible car accident, the very moment I had the vision. My mother-in-law, to whom I had very strong and warm feelings, died in this car accident. My son was the only person in the car who did not get injured at all. He was about five years old then, and he asked me later, how it was posible that I was with him in the ambulance, if the accident took place in Mexico and I was in Switzerland. Today, he is still sure I was with him in the ambulance, holding his hand to comfort him.

I’m quite confused about all this, but I think, love just crosses the limits of time and space.

Dieter


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Remembering mother

 

[argentelunae]

Energy work triggers memories

There were only a few times that I've experienced seeing my past lives other than dreaming or in meditation.

The first time occurred when I was going for my Reiki certification. During the attunement, I felt myself travel back through time (like watching a movie). I saw myself as a Buddhist monk sitting in the lotus position, deep in meditation. I was wearing a white robe of some kind, with a red silk cloth draped around one shoulder. In the background I could hear the sound from a large gong being struck. As that image faded, I then saw myself in the Temple of Ra. I think I might have been one of the priests, judging by the clothing I was wearing.

A few months ago, I was taking an intensive course in healing body work. Everyone buddied up with another person to work on. The person I paired off with had hit a snag while working on both my shoulders. She asked our instructor to help her out. When he started working on me, not only did I feel an incredible energy release, but I also had a very strong visual image. I was dressed in brownish knee-breeches, muslin shirt and was barefoot. My arms were bound behind me, from the wrists up to the elbows, and I was being dragged behind an ox drawn cart. My shoulders ached from being in this position. There were also two men on either side of the cart. They were laughing about this white boy who wanted to run away from the white settlement and return to live with the "savages" (Native Americans). I could also hear them say that at least they'd be paid well for "saving me" from being "kidnapped". What struck me the most was the intensity of emotions I was feeling during this. I was so angry that anyone would take me away from those whom I called family, and force me to return again, to a group of people I never knew, and a way of life I couldn't relate to.

Argente

This post and discussion is continued in the thread Energy work and remembering past lives

 

[sophie]

Several lives...

My past life visons showed me a life when I was a teenage boy, blond hair, and I felt I was Scandinavian, probably Danish. For some reason, probably because I haven't resolved these feelings, I keep seeing the scene where I am having sex for the first time w/a girl from a neighboring farm, in the hay in my barn, and I'm afraid I'm hurting her, because she is also a virgin. Now, I don't know her in this life, but the feelings I had in that moment in that life are clearly significant to me.

The other life I saw is my most recent past life, which I will give only small details about. It was a very painful life. I have been dealing w/it for several years now, as I didn't remember it until I moved to L.A. I was a gay male actor, and in my regression, I saw some painful details about that life in Hollywood. It is hard to even write about it.

My future lives were interesting. I saw myself as a young man living in a city called Lancaster, Pennsylvania, possibly several hundred years from now. I was a computer operator for a corporation, and I wasn't very happy. Then I saw myself marrying a young woman in a church. I don't know her in this life. My other future life was a long time from now. I was a woman, a dancer, which I am in this life also, and I was married to a man who is my father in this life. All of our clothing was so comfortable and natural, and I was very happy. All of the conflict I have w/my father in this life was finally resolved in that life, and I was very happy and comfortable w/him. He was in a dance company w/me. There was a lot of sunshine and nature around us.

 

[Eva1]

Girl on a slave ship

I have had this dream for as long as I can remember.

I am a girl on a large slave ship where the slaves had to row the boat. I have on a long (hot) dress.

I remember this man who had the largest arms I have ever seen & he saved me from this slave ship. I have always thought I knew this man & thought it may have been my now husband in another life until my last trip home to NY.

I stayed with one of my 4 sisters & she came out one morning & said (not knowing my dream mind you) she had had her same dream again. She said she is a man on a slave ship & she helps to save the slaves and tells me my dream .... WOW! Blew me away! Just writing this moves me to tears.

I have always had a special bond with my sisters & know we have such a major connection but had not realized how major it was until that moment when we shared our dream.

It seems to me I am in Victorian clothes. The ship is a large ship but a row/sail ship? If this makes any sense. I should rephrase this one part, I can't say as I am a slave I guess I am captive. But I guess by the style of the ship I stated slave. I am a white woman on this ship I know this much.

Eva

 

[Forest Tiger]

My memories and what I can verify

The first was in England in about 1000 - 1150 ad. I was a boy of about 8 years old. I was chasing a chicken in my village and I climbed over a fence after the chicken had run under it. I fell and hit my head on a rock. Next thing I remember I am on a hillside filled with the most amazing flowers. The colours were incredible. This is my only memory of the afterlife.

The second life I remember was in Holland in 1700 - 1800. I think I was a woman of low repute as I was out late drinking. On my way home someone stabbed me repeatedly.

The most recent one I remember the most about. It was in China, Jan or early Feb 1912. Someone was chasing me. I know the year and that I am in a town called Heng (Then called Heng Chou now called Heng Yang - names changed when the Imperial system fell - in 1911/12!). I hide down an alleyway and I can see unfinished or damaged houses across the road. The earth in the street is a strong browny yellow colour. I step out into the street thinking the coast is clear and someone steps out from another alleyway. I raise my arms and can see that I am wearing black. My hair is falling down the left side of my face. The person shoots me twice in the chest. I can remember the feel of metal against my skin but nothing after that.

Everything about this last life that I can verify has turned out to be correct.

This is what I can ‘verify’:

I knew nothing about China before this. I didn’t even know they had a revolution in 1911. I thought Mao beat the emperor sometime in the 60’s. What actually happened was that the nationalists beat the imperialists in 1911. Then there were 20 years of warlordism. Then the nationalists and the communists joined forces to fight the Japanese. Then when the Japanese were beaten the communists fought and defeated the nationalists and established the People’s Republic of China in 1949.

Firstly the name of the town. I only remember it as Heng. As far as my ancient and battered atlas can tell this is the only town in the world with the word Heng as part of it. I couldn’t have remembered it as Heng Yang as it wasn’t called that when I was there. But if I remembered it as Heng Chou then I would have looked it up and thought that it didn’t exist. The ‘Chou’ bit was one of four suffixes attached to the names of towns to denote their importance. That’s why it was changed when the imperial system fell.

As I have explained 1911/1912 was a time of monumental change for China. The imperial system had been around for 3000 years and the change was accompanied by many local uprisings and much violence. The established date for the start of the 1911 revolution is 10 October 1911.

It is unusual that I was shot. The usual method of execution was beheading but if I was on the run and they wanted rid of me then I suppose a bullet would have been more effective.

I remember seeing unfinished or damaged houses. The town was damaged (I think – I don’t have the book with me here at the moment!) by Japanese bombing in the war in the 1890’s. The town was also expanding rapidly at this time due to its mineral resources and its location on a main railway and river.

As far as I can tell what I remember of my clothes and hair is consistent with the style of times. This is tricky though as some people cut their hair and changed to western dress to show their support for the revolution and some did not.

I remember the colour of the soil as being a distinctive yellow. The soil is that colour because of the iron content. That is one of the reasons that the area is now a big industrial centre (and closed to the outside world – so I couldn’t go and take a look if I wanted too).

 

[Colibro]

My husband drowned at sea

The strongest memories for me have come through dreams. I was standing at a dock, holding the hand of a small boy and waiting for a ship to come in.

The atmosphere in the dream was dreary, a yellowish gray color, and I had the impression of strong fishy smells .

I was wearing a rather large, stiff bonnet and a ruffly dress. I had a feeling of extreme apprehension, as I saw my husband's ship come in.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and these men came and carried the sodden, awkward body of my husband to the dock, and said," Captain Davies drowned at sea!".

I realized that my husband in the dream was my boyfriend now. When I saw him dead before me, I started screaming and crying and grabbing at his wet, cold body. His skin was so pale, and water was coming out of his mouth.

As I was grabbing him, my hands got slippery and my wedding ring- a "puzzle ring" with three kinds of metal in it, gold, silver, and bronze, flew off and the links flew apart. I started screaming and crying even more, and I woke myself up with tears in my eyes shouting, "No! No! This is how I lost him before!"

 

[Elaine]

Memories from several lifetimes

I remember living a rather primitive life. I did not know who my mother was because once born a child was not considered the possession of the mother.

All nursing women fed the child and all members of the group or family tended the child. Clothing was minimal. I was happy.

As an adult I traveled, gambled, drank, fought and had a great deal of fun. I was in a relationship with a hunk of a man, and we both cheated at every opportunity. I felt no guilt in killing anyone he had been with.

I was eventually captured by Christians so it was not as long ago as one would expect. I may have had a child and left it behind. There is the feeling that a child born at an inconvenient time should have known better and deserved whatever it got.

Also it could come right back through some other portal, vessel, opening. Not like it had to wait 9 months but just move on to the next pregnant woman. I am not sure I quite connected pregnancy with childbirth. Perhaps I was mentally deficient.

I seem to remember being a little slave girl, around 6. My mother had gone away. My grandmother was raising me. I am not sure where my mother had gone, perhaps died. My grandmother gave me a nice cup of tea which put me to sleep. I never woke up. She did not want me to go through what she and my mother had. It seems the plantation owner thought of little girls as party favors. She blamed this man for my mother going away and did not want me to go there.

Another memory is of the 1800's. I think in Boston but don't know why. My mother was a tall, stout, handsome woman. She was very modern. She also was very busy. She was a no nonsense home management specialist. My father was in charge of a library at a local college. I don't know what that means, I don't think he taught, but he did interact with the students. Her position as his wife was demanding as well. She didn't seem particularly annoyed by my lack of interest in her world, my deep attachment to books, writing, or my desire to never marry. She seemed to find it amusing.

Perhaps the most recent. I was about 5 or 6. We were in a very large building, sitting on the floor. The entire building was full of women and children sitting on the floor. I had three siblings but the baby was already dead. We were not permitted to look up at the people with the boots on. I looked up, I saw the rifle butt coming, but I did not feel it hit. I remember looking into her eyes. So much love, hope, and faith. My last thought had to be full of warmth and love. It felt wonderful.



This post and discussion is continued in the thread Remembering "Mother"

 

[J Rainsnow]

9/11 also triggered emotions relating to another life

In the aftermath of 9/11 the presence of soldiers and police and helicopters all around (not that helicopters existed back then), and then, some of the legal provisions to combat terrorism which were created in response - provisions which seemed, to me, to create dangerous opportunities for misuse - brought back emotions of fear of repression and persecution by a militarized police state.

That original trauma occurred in Nazi Germany. I wish to make it clear, here, that I am not equating the US with the Nazis, or anything like that. I am only saying that that PL trauma was so bad, that the increased visibility and presence of military/police forces (meant for our protection), and the creation of laws meant to facilitate the government’s prosecution of terrorists, created an extremely adverse reaction in me.

9/11 also triggered emotions relating to another life. Emotions of doom, hopelessness, the world’s end, the collapse of everything came to me, emotions which I had felt before, as an Aztec, when I witnessed the complete destruction and collapse of my city, Tenochtitlan (and Tlatelolco), and my civilization, the overpowering of my Gods, the burning of my temples, what could only be considered to be a Mexican apocalypse.

All of these feelings - my dread of a 20th century police state (Nazi Germany) which ended up taking my life - and the catastrophe of the complete destruction of my world as an Aztec - were released by 9/11. It was as if a hole had been torn in the dike between past and present, and all of the emotions of the past came flooding back into my soul.

One other PL influence that was felt at this time - a past life as a Muslim. My experience as a Muslim contributed to my sympathy for Muslim people (besides my own personal experience in this lifetime, as a teacher, with Muslim students), and helped to humanize my reactions to 9/11, in terms of preventing me from developing imprecise forms of hostility towards Islam and Muslim people.

These are some, though not quite all, of the ways in which my past lives have interacted with current events.

J Rainsnow

This post and discussion is continued in the thread Past-Life Resonance With Current Events

 

[JulieZ]

My son - KKK and fire

My own son, has always been incredibly afraid of fire. I couldn't light a candle without him screaming and hiding under his bed. He was around 2 when he started this type of behavior. When he was 3, we had a 4th of July party at the house. We lit some tiki lights outside, he freaked!!!

The next day he was sponteneously writing "KKK KKK KKK KKK" He then looked at me and said, "I don't Like Fire!" - OK you're scaring Mommy now!

He's 5 now, still doesn't like fire, but at least I can light the stove!

So, I know what he did, I know he doesn't like fire, but there's no validation other than witnessing the experience firsthand.

My daughter, who is now 7, since she could talk, has been very persistent with me that we used to drink Beer together and why don't I like beer anymore! Oh My!!!

But, who am I to tell her she's wrong? She knows it and feels it... it's her memory.

Julie

 

[Nic]

A servant girl

One evening I went into a light trance and I can clearly remember standing in a small, very bare room, at the top of a house.

In the room was an old looking bed, a wooden wardrobe, and a small table. It was in the roof, so the ceiling sloped down on one side, except where the window was, which had some drab curtains hanging in front of it. There was no carpet just bare floor boards.

Most significantly I was female, I was “in” this body so I couldn’t see myself, I felt a lot shorter then I am today and was very slim. I tried to look down at my feet, but I woke up and was back in my own body. The whole thing can only have lasted for a few seconds.

Since then I’ve found that more information about this life has crept into my memory. More emotions than facts, and it’s always happened when I’ve been relaxed, in the bath or sunbathing etc.

I think that at the time I regressed back to I was a servant girl in a large household, probably sometime around the beginning of the last century, and was around fifteen or sixteen years old.

I was one of the most junior servants, and everyone told me what to do. The work was very hard but I was sort of content, I knew my place and that was that! I have a very strong feeling that something happened and I had to leave the household. I think that I was accused of something that I didn’t do, stealing perhaps, and was told I had to go. I don’t really know much about this but the emotions are very strong, I think I must have cried and cried, and it still hurts even today.

After that I don’t think I lived very long, maybe another five or ten years. I don’t know how I died.

The feelings which I get from this past life is that my gender wasn’t an issue, I was a girl and never gave it a thought that I would ever be anything other than a girl. I was comfortable with my sex. I think that I was quite shy around men, especially as all the men I knew in the house where I worked were above me, and I did what they told me to.

Even to this day I blush bright red when I talk to my boss, and don’t quite know what to say. But I do as I’m told without question, I guess that old habits are hard to break.

Also I get very emotional if I’m ever accused of something that I didn’t do, which I guess is another leftover from my previous life.


Nic

 

[asetneferankh]

I remember two deaths in childhood

As a child I remembered drowning in a past life. I saw a man on television describing what it was like to drown, and I knew what he was going to say, line by line, before he said it because I experienced it myself. The memory came out as he was speaking. That's when I started believing in reincarnation.

I also had a regression where I saw myself as a child dying of a disease--I think sepsis or something like that. God, I looked bad.

I have no idea how I got sick, and I don't know what year it was, but I'm pretty sure it was northern or eastern Europe that this happened in.

My mother and sisters wore identical dresses with aprons and black headscarves. My brothers wore dark pants and light blue, I think, shirts, also dressed alike.

I was blond and my favorite big brother had dark hair. I was around 12 years old. I looked so bad, I don't know if I was a boy or a girl!

My room was off the kitchen, and I could see everyone in it, although my mother and a sister and brother were in my room.

I think someone made a joke, because I remember them laughing as I faded to black. I believe that I thought they didn't care about me.

That death stayed with me in the form of nightmares where I'm going to be killed by someone, and my friends hear me cry out and see that I'm in trouble, but they ignore my pleas. They like me, and know that I'm there, but they don't come to help.

Since that regression, I don't get those dreams anymore.

 

[ofrodoandromeo]

I've always remembered

Ever since I was very young I have always remembered my medeval/renaissance past life. I remember this life very clearly also, I've known about it forever, from just the little everyday things that didn't make sense until now.

Even when I was little for a strange reason I always sort of talked in 'old-english' and just random images, sounds, or words would make me flashback, words that ordinarily mean things in the 'common' speach, always make me think of things that no longer exist.

I always used to think that I just liked the time, but after a while I realized that this happened far too much, and that there was a reason. From time to time I get visions and dreams, but usually just familiarity, music, clothes, that is not of this time, seems so familiar.

I remember so many small things, but have difficulties remembering the *big* events. For example things like..when someone says the word 'court' I immediately think of court as in 'the royal court', not of what we think today.

Also all sorts of clothing and music makes me feel very comforted and is very useful for remembering.

In this life I am not religous at all, yet I still love old sort of gothic churches, even though I really do not believe in 'gentile' things in this life, I know that church was very important to me in that life. Whenever I pass by a church, castle etc.. from that time it brings tears to my eyes.

From the time I was very small, like I said, I spoke in old-english. Also I know it was in Europe, and I feel strongly like I am *meant* to have an accent.

There are so many things that really trigger me and I do remember more than I can recall right now, but I hold strong the vision of me walking slowly, kneeling, and out of my mouth comes: 'my lord' as they used to say...

 

[MaryL]

Died from Plague?

A couple of weeks ago my friend, who's also a counselor/therapist by profession, decided to take me and another friend, David, through a "past life regression." We did this out of curiosity and for something fun to do, but it turned into a traumatic and deeply disturbing experience for me.

He had us imagine a house and all its details, then guided us to walk out the front door and down a path that lead further and further away. Eventually we came to a river with a footbridge. He told us that at the top of the bridge's curve a deep fog began, so that we couldn't see across to what was on the other side. When (in my mind) I crossed the bridge and began walking down the other side, I heard bells tolling.

The first thought that entered my mind was that there was going to be a hanging, and I felt somewhat excited about this, I'm ashamed to say. Next he had us look down and take note of what we were wearing. I saw a pair of very thin and dirty child's legs and ragged-looking cloth. I had pieces of filthy sacks tied around my feet instead of shoes. I found this image disturbing but before I could think about it, I was being dragged by my feet along the ground. If my friend continued talking or guiding us after this I didn't hear any more of what he said.

As far back as I can remember in my real real life I've gotten the random fleeting sensation of being in this position...being dragged by my feet. It was never connected to anything actually happening in my life and I've gotten used to it and never wondered what it meant. But now here it was again, in this "regression".

As I began to look around I realized that I was being dragged through a street, but no one was actually holding my feet. I was on some kind of wooden pallet and my head was closer to the ground while my legs were raised. To my horror, I realized that I was surrounded by dead bodies. And worse yet, my mother was lying next to me and was, without a doubt, quite dead. We were passing people in the street who couldn't have been less interested in us. They were totally indifferent. I saw a woman holding a cloth over her nose and I actually heard her thoughts, "Good riddance to bad rubbish."

I felt panic building in me that no one would realize that I was in a pile of dead bodies and get me out of there. Somehow, this panic made me fly out my body and suddenly see the scene from above. I saw myself wrapped in filthy cloth, and I saw the dirty white curve of my forehead and part of my left eye. This realization threw me back in my body and I saw that my vision was partly blocked by the cloth. I was looking up at a gray sky and sections of blackened stone buildings. Again my perspective switched back to looking down at myself. I peered closely at that eye and (I still feel sick to my stomach now, remembering it) I saw that it was milky and dead-looking. That's when I realized that no one was going to save me or get me off the pallet and away from these dead bodies, BECAUSE I WAS DEAD TOO.

I still feel the shock and horror of that realization now, retelling this. I was dead! This was too much for me and I ran away from this scene and back to the bridge and across it. Then I just lay there crying until my friend guided us back to the present. He was very sympathetic when I told him what I'd experienced and in fact asked me to come back the next day and process all of it more thouroughly. I didn't want to and avoided it for almost two weeks, but finally agreed. I'm glad I did.

I think the lesson in the entire experience (whether it was a real past life memory or not) was that every life has value. From the most ignorant, poverty-stricken child to the Queen of England. It makes no difference. I didn't know that I was supposed to be miserable in that life...I was quite happy with what it offered, and shocked that my life was viewed as worthless to the people that we'd passed in the street. I'm an artist and have decided to do a painting about this whole expereince. Fantasy, memory; whatever it was, I feel a great deal of connection to and compassion for that child. And for those like him/her.

My therapist friend suggested it might have been a memory about a past life during the Bubonic Plague, somewhere in Europe. I don't know and to tell you the truth, it doesn't matter to me. I'm not really interested in finding out details. I do feel very glad that I went back and worked through the intense feelings the experience brought up.

This post and discussion is continued in the thread Died from plague?

 

[terelda]

I was a cobbler

Ever since I was young I've had a memory that has faded somewhat but is still there. I'm pretty sure I never had a dream of this, it's just a memory.

I was a man and I owned a shoe repair shop (which I guess made me a cobbler??) I was a large man (or maybe it just seems that way since I am a petite woman now...)

I can still picture looking around my shop and I can sort of remember the street out front. I'm almost positive that the street was gravel, not paved but I can't remember if there were cars or not.

I'm pretty sure I had a wife, when I was younger I could remember more and I think in those earlier memories I could see her there with me (and she wore an apron??). I think I lived above the shop but I have no idea why I think that!

Then there is a dream that I had probably about 5 years ago, the strangest dream in which I was shown another one of my past lives. This dream had "feeling" which I can't put into words but I know it was more than just a dream.

I was a woman, I was wearing a long dress. I was in a building that was all wood with wood tables. I was holding my baby and there were many other women there with their children. We were all very scared because we were hiding there.

Suddenly we heard horses coming and we knew that "they" had found us. I got up and ran outside with my baby still in my arms, as did many of the other women.

I was running up a small grassy hill when something hit me in the back, immediatley I flew out of my body and then the dream was over.

I don't know what happened to my baby or if the baby was killed too. The dream was over as soon as I exited my body.

 

[QaHearts]

A memory of my funeral

The very first PL I remembered wasn't really a dream, it was a memory I had from the time I was a small child. I knew the memory I had of a funeral was my funeral, I was a man, I knew my name, that I drown myself and I knew the name of my wife and son. I couldn't remember what my daughters name was.

Since then I have found my name, as well as my son's in census information. I also found out that after getting married, my son lived on the lake where I drown. I never found anything about my daughter. The census after I died didn't list her in the househould even though she would have been about 14 years old, so I'm think she died also.

My strongest memory was my anger as I looked down on my funeral and my wife was wearing a pink dress. That's a weird thing to carry over to this life. I'm still working on releasing that.

 

[Cirafly24]

A little girl wandering into a marsh

I had a dream that I believe was a past life memory, here is what I remembered:

The overall feeling was sometime before 1800. My name was Anna, and I was 10 years old. I was running down a hill with a few other little girls my age.

I was wearing a long dress. The property and house belonged to my father. The house was huge (I didn't see it but I know i hated it, it was too big).

I saw three horses grazing off to one side and went towards them. I petted one, then they walked away. I followed them into the woods, and after a while I couldn't see them anymore and it got very marshy.

I know my parents were very distant and I often went off by myself like this, and they didn't come looking for me. I think I died in those woods.

jenna

 

[Crickett]

Water massage table triggers spontaneous recall

Just today -at the chiropractor I was laying on a water massage table. I was suddenly in another place - another time - right before the turn of the century.

I am a white woman now -but I was a black woman in the vision. A group of us were doing laundry -by hand -in a wash tub, and a press and hanging the clothes on the line to dry.

We were talking about an older woman. It was just everyday life - a simpler time. The work was hard -the pace was slow.

I miss that. .......the slow pace that is.

 

[stuartuk]

Running through a jungle

The most enjoyable past-life is a curious one for me but when i think about it. I was being led in a jungle by some men. I was a young boy of 12? maybe. I then remember running and these men blowing blow pipes or something like that at me. I was manically running through the jungle. I've had this dream more than once.

The last time i dreamt it, was about 4 years ago and then it went on further suddenly.. and i found myself standing on a long wide seafront kind of. It was like a promenade.

Although there were no buildings of any kind. It was massive both long and incredibly wide.. i could never imagine walking over and seeing if i could see the ocean.

There were groups of people.. i think 3 to a group, hundreds of groups spread all over this promenade, spaced set equally apart from group to group.

They are very well dressed, kind of victorian, the woman have unmbrellas.. fancy ones not practical ones.

I am running then from cluster to cluster trying to out-dodge the gun-fire! im now experiencing from the group of men dressed in i think centuries old navy attire.

They have long rifles and are trying to shoot me. I realised that whatever i had experienced in the 'jungle' life had had a karmic link into another life at that period...although the secondry dream was more symbolic and exagereted, deliberatly so.

To get back to the point (sorry! lol) the reason this is my favourite experience is that the feeling of running wild through a jungle has become a feeling i often think of in connection to total exhilaration.

I would be absolutely terrified of ever doing that for real.. but i think having really done it at some point in my past-lifes (running for my life literally) the intense feeling of survival and panic at being got by the men, the feeling of maybe escaping them, the feeling is of being totally alive anyway.

And that is somethng that is now in my waking mind. If i ever had 20 mins to live i would like to spend it running like a maniac in the amazon! Totally freeing!


Stuart

 

[Dhira Krsna]

Carol's week-end in Belgium

In the regressions I saw two of my past lives.

First, on Saturday I saw I was a doctor in Mauritius in the pre-Puritan time, and on Sunday I saw the life after that (the last one before this one), when I was a sheriff in Milwaukee, named John Carpenter. There I got a lot of information through this regression, and I liked it very much.

In that regression on Sunday I also saw a strong link of spirituality which connects to this life.

I liked to listen stories from a friend, who was a Chinese wise man, and who probably must have told me many stories from Buddhism, I suppose, and also about India.

In this life I took to a religion from India, which is not the religion I was born in - I'm raised a Catholic. Interesting is also, that after the week-end I realized in my early childhood I was playing a lot with cowboys and Indians, and even had my complete toy fort.

So it shows nicely that tendencies of the soul carry on from life to life.

According to Bhagavad-gita, the Holy Scripture of India, the soul is eternal, and reincarnates according to it's desires in a number of species of life. That which one is thinking about at the time of death will carry one to the next lifetime.

So, in the last life in Milwaukee, I saw myself leaving my body while my wife and daughter were standing by my side. I felt I had the desire to have a boy, so I was thinking of the male form, and took a male body in this life.

Since some desires were unfulfilled in that lifetime, I had to take another birth to experience the fulfilment of some desires. Of course, there are so many desires still remaining in our heart, and sure there will be reasons enough to be taking birth again.

According to the Vedic philosophy of India one only can escape from the cycle of birth and death when one is totally free from material desires. Surely, the soul can never be free from all desires, but one has to transform one's desires into spiritual desires, which means one desires only to please God, and serve Him.

This post and discussion is continued in the thread Carol's weekend in Belgium

 

[littledear51]

Studying a complicated system of base numbers

I always start out by saying this may sound strange but; when I was a child I had a very vivid dream.

I was sitting in the warm sun on a long flight of stone steps, leading to a huge building with columns of stone. I could see the blue sea or ocean from where I was sitting.

There were other young people sitting out on these steps all of us studing, Everyone was wearing white robes. I was trying to solve this very complicated system of base numbers ( we had been introduced to it just that day in school as part of the new modern math that the space program and the beginning of the computer era had brought about).

A very old scholar stopped and asked me if he could help, so I showed him what I was trying to do. He gently explained I was going about it all wrong and showed me a very simple way to do the problems.

The next morning I got up and did all of the assignment before leaving for school. In math class I was the only one that had done it and when the teacher checked I had all of the answers right but I hadn't worked them correctly according to how she had shown us. She accused me of cheating and made me solve all of the problems in the chapter on the board in front of the class. I solved them all and correctly.

The teacher said she would write the publisher and skipped the chapter. Later in college I showed a math professor and she studied it a few minutes and asid she understood my method but had never seen anything like it. By then I knew why it worked.

This dream triggered others very simular and I was convinced as a child I had lived before somewhere else but everyone just made fun of me so I quit speaking about it.

The thing is those dreams stuck and others just faded away like normal dreams. I have believed in reincarnation ever since that time in my life. I am now in my 50's and I still have simular dreams. I even understand a different language in the dreams but have no idea what it is.

 

[Feech]

My death as a train engineer in the late 1800's

I had a very happy death as a train engineer in the late 1800's (maybe 1895).

I was forty-five years old and fell over from a heart attack while on the job.

I am extremely glad that so far I get no impressions of anyone being hurt when I died on the train.

I don't think it was a long journey or fast one, or that the train was long; I might have been moving an engine from one place to another, not very far nor fast.

I'm not sure who else was around. I liked that death so much that in this life I used to think, before I remembered it, that a heart attack is a "good" way to go.

 

[LadyCat]

Native American teenager and a farmer in Poland

In my past life regression I remembered two lives:

1) Life as a native american teenage girl (name something like Shouna). I committed suicide (by freezing to death in the snow) as penance for having let (through inattention) my younger brother break his leg (I was minding him) and die from a resulting infection. I'm not certain of the time period of this, except it was pre-white man and was located in an area similar to the mountains of British Columbia.

2) A farmer who in Poland (James or a name like it?) who worked a farm with my younger brother (my husband in present life). I never married but my younger brother did, and his daughter is my current life Mum. (I told my mum this and now she always tells me to 'say "HI" to Dad when I talk to her on the phone. ) I died of old age on the farm. A peaceful life.

Edited: The time period on this is 1836 or so. I feel this was the time period of my death (at 96 yrs old). Looking at my cowboy life below I believe this life was most likely the one preceeding the cowboy life.

Since the regression I've recieved snippets of a few other past lives:

3) A young boy (7 or so) in Victorian or earlier London. A street urchin with bare dirty feet and wearing rags, a feeling of being miserable and cold. I think my dislike of pictures of a sooty London come from this lifetime. I don't get the feeling it was a happy life, but do feel it was a short one.

4) A cowboy in the USA/Canada in mid 1800s (edit: by this I mean around 1850-70 - for some reason saying 1900's for years starting 18xx has never felt right heh). I have dreamed of my death at the hands of another by being shot in the back in a saloon. (The shooter I link to someone I have met at my last job - his presence and my deep seated 'irrational' reaction to him triggered the PL memory/dream).

This post and discussion is continued in the thread Past Life Regression

 

[rowan8]

Little children begging in the street

Well, one of my first PL memories, even though I didn't know it at the time, is of a past life in which I died very young.I would get a flashing image of two little kids holding hands in the snow. One was a little girl of about 5 or 6, and the other was a little boy, younger.

The little girl was me, and the boy was my little brother. I don't know who he is to me in this life, maybe he hasn't incarnated, or we haven't met.

In that life we had no one. We were begging in the street, and it was sooooo cold, and we were hungry. People would just walk by. I know that I died in the cold.

A couple of months ago I had bronchitis and got very sick. I had a very high fever and was delirious. I saw them, the little kids, holding hands, and I knew that they were going to die, and I started crying hysterically, that I couldn't get warm, that I could feel the cold in bones, and I'd never get warm.

I think that I was remembering my death in that very brief, harsh life.

 

[Minerva]

17th century kitchen maid

A kitchen maid, called Jane Stephens, aged 13, from the clothes I think it must have been 17th century, somewhere in England or Wales. She was taken away from her family from a hiring fair, and served in a big house.

Also, a sailor named John,who was English or Cornish, who sailed the mediterranean - especially to Cyprus, in the 18th century, who later married a girl called Mary and had a son, Albert.

From dreams I've had, I was a girl doing divination in a market during some kind of festival, she had long dark hair, and from the clothing I would think it was during the middle ages, she was telling fortunes by casting broken and intact knives.

This post and discussion is continued in the thread Your lives in review

 

[Myah]

Past Life Regression yields two memories

A couple of months ago, I had a past life regression done and came away with not one, but two lives remembered.

The first was very vague, except for one thing that was extremely vivid. I remembered being eight, standing on a shore line and being extremely dark complected.

There was an empty village behind me and in my hand I held a sea shell necklace with the strand being made of some type of grass.

I knew that my family had gone away on large boats and I had hidden because I didn't want to leave. The entire emotion I felt was complete resignation that I was by myself.

The other involved me walking down a grey street, and knowing that people were looking at me oddly. I was tall, and too thin, dressed in a ragged Victorian style dress and a large hat.

I know my hair was bright red and curly, but I had a jagged scar on my face.

Also with the regression came the memory of a husband who had cast me aside because I did not have a son, but a daughter who died of sickness shortly after the birth.

I remember that I definately didn't like that memory and refused to go deeper into it.

 

[timidtiger]

Recurring dreams of a little girl named Charlotte

My other recurring but less frequent dream seems to be just as clear.

I am a young girl around the age of six. I’m wearing a white frilly dress with a baby blue apron. The girl is very beautiful with long, curly blond hair and deep blue eyes.

I have a brother about 9 years old. He is wearing a white blouse shirt and a pair of brown paints. I almost want to call him “jacob”. Brown hair, brown eyes.

We live on a farm where it is our duty to fill water in the troughs for the animals. Our property is very large and the dream starts off with me viewing a little girl and her brother walking down behind the house and the barn towards where the cows grazed.

The walk took a little effort as it was a far walk. Our job was to inspect the troughs to make sure there was clean water and an adequate supply. We had an old pumping well close to the front door of our red brick farm house. We were suppose to fill a bucket with water and carry the heavy bucket on the long trek but my brother and I were lazy and we wanted to make sure the cows even needed water before we wasted our energy beforehand. My brother was carrying a bucket tied to a large rope.

The dream then skips forward to where my brother and I decide we need to fill the trough but neither one of us want to go back up the hill to fetch the water pail.

At this time on the dream I am living through the girls eyes.

My brother motions me to secretly follow him and we walk over to an old hole in the ground. It is covered with boards and a big rock sits on top to weigh the board down. He rolls the rock and pulls of the board. It’s a deep hole. It was part of an old well.

He ties the rope to the bucket and lowers the bucket down until we hear it make contact with water. The bucket fills and it requires the two of us to pull the bucket up. I’m standing closest to the hole and my brother is pulling the rope and walking away in an effort to pull with better ease.

As he’s pulling I feel him tripping and letting go of the rope. I’m still holding the rope and the reaction from the tension being released causes me to lose my footing. I slip down the hole and scrap my elbows, forearms, knees and legs on the decent.

I land on my knees but thank god the well was a shallow one. I am waist high in what feels like ice water. It was **** cold. My body feels sore but the pain isn’t so bad. I yell to my brother to get help and he runs off.

I usually wake up around this time. Sometimes when I am able to fall asleep fast enough the dream continues.

Eventually an older man comes with a long rope ties like a noose. He’s not my father but he’s somebody I know and love. He lowers the rope and I wrap it around my waist. I’m lifted out and carried away. The dream ends here and usually leaves me wanted to know more. Since those dreams emerged I’ve had two other dreams that seems like a continuation but at a later time.

The first dream starts off with me waking in my bed. I can hear the roosters and sounds of other animals in the distance. I’m in an older style room with an oil lamp by my bedside. The walls are cream colored with hand painted rose patterns. I look out the window and notice the drapes are beautifully crocheted.

On the other side of my bed appears two wooden hand made crutches. I think I needed them to assist me with walking. A woman comes in that I identify with as “mom”, and brings me a drink of boiled milk. She rubs my legs. I feel loved. The dream fades.

In another dream I’m a teenager. About 18 years old. I’m posing for a picture with three other girls. I'm very attractive and I definitely stand out among the others.

We are all wearing white frilly blouses and long black/brown skirts. We are all dressed the same so It leads me to believe we belong to the same organization or maybe a college of some type. In each hand I’m holding a cane. It feels like 1909.

I don’t know where I acquired that knowledge since it just comes out of the blue. We are all laughing and having a good time. As the dream fades a rather handsom man with whom I feel a great deal of affection for comes walking towards me while calling the name “Charlotte”. This is usually when I wake up.

This post and discussion is continued in the thread Died in an Avalanche?

 

[dark rosaleen]

Three funny memories


In my life as a Native American or Canadian, a flash on my young son coming home muddy on every inch of his body, proudly brandishing the very small fish he had managed to catch all by himself. Somebody asked him, "Did you and the fish have a fight?"


These were in my Sephardi life. I was a little girl. My sister and I shared a bed. One night we were giggling and telling each other to be quiet. It went like, "Shut up so I can go to sleep!"


"You shut up!"


"No, you shut up!"


Then our father called out from his bed, "Both of you shut up!"


A few years later, a boy wanted to kiss me. He said it was all right because our parents had arranged for us to get married. He kissed me, and I thought something like, "Hm, if this is what marriage is like, no wonder everybody's in such a hurry to get married."


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Funny memories