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EGYPT
Part III

<>Pharaohs
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    My name is Jessie and I am 14. For some years I went through an unexplainable infatuation with everything Egyptian, even though I am Mexican. I would read everything about Egypt, and I was especially interested in the story of Tutankhamen and his father Akhenaton. I even went so far as to start crying when I saw pictures of him. I am not sure if this is an indication of a past life, but I would like to think it is. Right now I am trying to get my parents to take me to the Tutankhamen exhibit in L.A. I am hoping it may trigger something. -Jessie
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    Hi. My name is Alexandria, and I am 18 years old. All of my life, I have always been fascinated by the history of Kemet (Ancient Egypt). And well, as my mother had named me after the city in modern Egypt, that interest kept growing. For years, I have had dreams about the desert sands, of sneaking out of a fancy place to go out into the market place with my friend. Recently, I discovered what all this was about, when I re-encounted that friend in modern times. This was back in January 2003. As it turns out, he was the prince when we were children. And later became Pharaoh, though he was assassinated at the age of 18. As each passing night goes on from there, I remember more and more. I can read hieroglyphics fairly accurately without ever having had learned them in this time. I can speak the language long thought to be dead. And I can remember almost everything of my time spent in the palace as the prince/Pharaoh's friend and advisor. And, if I'm not mistaken, the 15 year old named Brittany is one of my friends from both times as well. If I'm right about it being the right Brit', then she was the daughter of a merchant in the market place that the prince and I always snuck out to to explore. I hope to be able to make sense of everything very soon, as my Pharaoh and the others are turning towards me for answers. Karma bites when it comes to that... Thanks for your time, ~ Alexandria
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    Hi there! I'm Samantha.I,as a 12 year old witch, have started having dreams and visions. The most recent happened at a museum where I was looking at all kinds of Ancient Egyptian exhibits when I saw a photo of the Pharoh Tutankhamun,and immediately began to feel like I was not where I was supposed to be.Also I became very sad, like I had known Tut and mourned his death.Also I have always felt a strong connection with Egypt, made even weirder by my knowledge of Ancient Egypt that I can't really account for.Like being able to read hieroglyphics and name Egyptian deities.It just seems as though I was born knowing about the pyramids of Egypt and King Tut.In my past dreams I was always  depressed for some reason,usually crying.I think I was very close to Tut,maybe his wife.But sometimes I'm looking at myself from somebody else's view  sometime's the view is my own. Mostly I'm in a palace, looking out at the pyramids from a balcony.As time goes on I feel more and more that I was King Tut's wife and sister.The dreams are becoming more and more real and convincing.I wake up not sure that I'm not still in Ancient Egypt. Blessed Be, all the children of Egypt and of Isis.
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Hi, I recently had a dream and I believe that it might have been a memory from a past life.
    I was the pharaoh of Ancient Egypt. I know that I was the pharaoh because I could feel the weight of the crown of upper and lower Egypt on my head. I was standing just outside the palace. It was a nice day. Not too hot and there wasn't much wind. Anyway, I was talking to someone - a man. I seemed to know and like this man because my right hand was on his shoulder and I was smiling, nodding slightly too. I don't know who this person was but I treated him like an equal and I trusted him. He was just as comfortable around me (no bowing or anything like that) and our conversation seemed pleasant. I think that he might have been an old friend or maybe a trusted and favoured servant, (a scribe maybe.)
    I've always been knowledgeable about Egypt. When I was three I knew about their mummies. I also understood what "pharaoh" meant when I was very young. Now, I feel like I'm in the wrong time. I know more about King Tut and the Egyptian culture then anyone in my grade but when it comes to music and what's "in" I'm lost.
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Other Royalty
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    Hello, i’ve had a dream a few years back that had intrigued me about living in ancient Egypt and i feel it may have been a past life. What i can remember is, im in a palace and there is some sort of earthquake going on because everything around me is starting to crumble and pillars are starting to fall. Beside me is my father who by looking at him i think is a very important person because he is wearing one of those hats pharohs wear. And he is dying beside me (but he is my sister in this life) im not sure if he is dying because somthing fell on him or if i murderd him? I am a young girl maybe around 12-18? and while my father is dying i am panicking and taking as many riches and jewels as i can and stuffing them into a vase. I escape and run out into the streets and by this time i am seeing my dream as if im watching a movie. i can see myself from the back, i have black braided hair, white gown and i am running in bare feet, the roads are dirty, and there is lots of dark complected slaves around me and they live in mud huts with stone like fences around there houses. and in the streets there is some sort of invasion going on with roman soilders and people are fleeing around me, and i am still running and trying to escape with this vase in my hand with the jewels inside and i cant rememeber anything after that.
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    If I may, I would like to contribute to your past life memory bank.  This is a past life I have been able to recall with the help of some fellow Psychics and now have almost complete recall of.  4th dynasty, daughter of Khufu, Meresankh II.  When I first discovered this lifetime, all I could come up with was the youngest daughter of Khufu, known as his favorite.  A little bit of research got me her name and that her sarcophagus was located in the Boston museum.  So a little more cyber travel and I was able to view the sarcophagus.  My first sight caused my vision to blur and my head to swim.  There was no doubt in my mind.  I had found myself.  This opened up the past completely so that now I have almost complete recall of the entire lifetime.  Meresankh was a Priestess of Bast and a skilled Healer.  I wish those skills would have passed down through the centuries to me now.  :)  I also know that Khufu got a bum rap when people say he was a tyrant, for Meresanh loved her Father greatly and believed him to be a kind man.  Now her brother Djedefre, on the other hand... he was a weasel.  A complete bum who would stop at nothing to gain the throne, and did. - Nydia, Cloveport, KY
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       I am a firm believer in reincarnation. All my life I have had an obsession with ancient Egypt. I have always felt that I simply belonged there. I am a deep believer in the Kemetic religion and I have taught myself to read and speak ancient Egyptian. When I was fourteen I had a dream about my life in ancient Egypt. In this dream, I was Merities, the chief wife and queen to pharaoh Khufu who supposedly built the Great Pyramid of Giza. In my dream I was presenting the pharaoh with our daughter, Hetepheres. I saw Khufu's face so clearly, he was so handsome. In the background, I could see the Great Pyramid was being repaired not built. I was very young, maybe fifteen or so, and I
knew I had been Khufu's wife since I was twelve. There were so many things I just knew about my life in Egypt.  I knew that I was Khufu's favorite of all his wives and that I bore him at least three sons and two daughters. I knew that his advisor was a fat man named Heminenu and Khufu's mother, also named Heteperes, died during his reign. I had many dreams in which I saw events that happened during this lifetime. I saw images of court audiences when I was sitting beside Khufu's at his throne. I had dreams of walking through the Great Pyramid with Khufu--how the voices echoed off the walls and the light flickered on the ceiling. I had dreams of being with Khufu in private rooms of the palace --he would speak to me and I would feel overwhelming love for him. The feeling of absolute love pervaded
every dream I had and when I think of Egypt I have such a feeling of longing. I feel drawn to Egypt, like I am supposed to be there. In so many of the dreams I had, Khufu was calling my name, Merities, which roughly translates as 'beloved one' in Egyptian. That's why I am so obsessed with Egypt, I was Khufu's beloved one and my heart belongs in Egypt with him.
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    My past life experiences:  I have always been obsessed with Egypt.  I wanted to be an archaeologist or historian as a little girl.  I was fascinated with Nefertiti in particular.  I once believe I was Nefertiti but that seems too grand to be real. I know that I loved her and was close to her in some way. When I see her image I feel I know her personally and can hear her voice and see her smile.  I had her image tattooed on my ankle when I was 18.  I have never been to Egypt in this life and do want to go but have some fear related to making the journey back.  I am afraid something terrible will happen.
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    Hey!I always feel a (very) strong connection with anything and everything Ancient Egypt.Then I started having dreams where I was more royal and important than a priestess maybe a princess or queen but I'm not sure yet.) In the dreams I always feel like something important or bad is about to happen but I'm never sure what it is and because the dream is so real I wake up worried and feeling incomplete later on.
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  I don't dream often about my past lives. So, when I had this dream about living in Egypt it struck me as very odd. In the dream, I was a young girl around 12 or so.  I think I was royalty because I was being carried on a litter by bare-backed men through crowded streets. The day was sunny and very arid.  I also had a flower given to me by a little boy in the streets. And somehow, I knew that it was important. It could've been some  festival or celebration because I felt some excitement in the air, but I don't know. The dream switched and I  was older, walking through the streets overflowing with people going about their daily business. And I remember everything being more white and colours of black, red, green, and aquamarine, than it was gold.  I was dressed in white gowns, and my mother, who was walking beside me, was also dressed in white gowns  though heavily ornamented with jewellery. We were inspecting the progress of the architects who, at that time, were resurrecting a lot of temples and obelisks and what not. It appeared to be a very prosperous time. We were greeted by an architect (who happens to be someone I know in this life who has great interest in Egyptian lore) and he was erecting a monument in my honour. Everything in the area was cluttered with scaffolds and filled with the clamouring of workmen. My mother, the architect and I had a pleasant conversation and then I was whisked off to a temple somewhere, while my mother went to meet my father, who I think might have been the pharaoh. I woke up after that. It felt completely real, and I fully assumed the role of the person I was. I also found it strange that I had this dream a couple of days before being given a pendant of the goddess Isis by my mother. And the first year my parents were married, my mother gave my father a pendant of a pharaoh's sarcophagus. He's worn it for 25 years. (Weird, huh?) I just thought I would add my dream to the rest since most seem so sad.  Mine felt so ordinary and routine. Even cheerful. - Cheers, S.Q.

Poison
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1. Egypt
    I recall bathing a high member of the royal family, a little girl.  And that I was a servant.  I remember when I was old and she was enthroned. I knew someone was trying to poison her and it was a high chance of drinking her drink to die at this one occassion.  I was ready to die for her.  I drank the wine and looked at her and could feel the poison enter me and died under her caring gaze.
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    Like others i have had dreams and "visions" of what i know is my past life, I know that is was in egypt, i do not know the exact time period, but i do carry great sadness. I would love to be able to place when this was, and share all of my dreams but i would be writing for at least an hour. I have many but i thought i would start with the first dream i had at the early age of 6. Many dreams follwed, as if each dream was going  backwards to show a line of events, but this was the first.
    It was evening and i had retired to my room, and slept. i was wakened by sounds outside my room in the corridor, so i got up and walked to my door, i peered out into the corridor and saw a man..i knew him and he appeared to be an important figure in egypt. (i say this because of his clothing, his jewelry etc..)  i thought him to be drunk he was leaning against the walls and stumbling around, so i went to help him, telling him he must lay down and rest, then he just fell to the flooring. i knelt down and saw that something was seriously wrong, and started calling out..at first no one heard and then a young slave girl came running..she saw the horror and ran to get help. i was on my knees leaning over this man, and weeping, crying out in anguish..i knew that they had murdered him..and that he drank of death.   that was the first of many dreams and visions..they are mixed with great sadness and some have overwhelming joy. I hope to find someone to talk with... - Sunnie
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    About 11 or 12 years ago, a friend, hypnotized me and put me into a trance because I had a severe headache, and nothing would help. While she was "monitoring" me with a suspended crystal, I began to see and feel the following.
    I was a member of some sort of foreign "delegation", visiting Ancient Egypt. I am not sure where we were from, or exactly my designation. We were ushered into a large room to meet with a high official, but probably not the Pharaoh. While the main delegates were conversing with the officials and translators, I stood back and checked out the surroundings. I happened to see a large open doorway, leading to a large open garden. Sort of the hanging garden type. From where I was I could see that someone was watching us. I was drawn to see who it might be, so I walked up a few steps and out into the "covered" garden.
    At first, I could not see anyone, because the drastic light was too bright compared to the darkness of the inside. Yet as my eyes were able to adjust, I saw a figure. A young woman. Possibly 16 years of age or more. Dressed in a long white gown, she was the most breathtaking sight I have ever seen, before or since. We could not even converse, yet we were able to "understand" one another. We sat and exchanged verbal and hand signs to try to communicate.
    Anyway, to try to condense all that I experienced, I must say, that I "saw, felt, heard, smelled, and tasted", all these feelings. At a large banquet, all of us "delegates" were treated to a great feast. Until, I started feeling dizzy, and sick. The other "delegates" were reeling back as if I had some terminal sickness. I was rushed to, what I would call some sort of temple, where I was put upon a large stone slab, "exam table". There I was given all sorts of "aromatherapy" and odd liquids to drink. The worst part was, while I was re-experiencing this, I was really feeling sick, and sweating terribly. All this time my friend is asking me questions, that I am answering while laying down, in a trance. While I am on the stone slab, my fever begins to break, I actually do start to feel better. I can still "feel" two of the priests helping me to sit up, and I can still recall the look of my "princess", standing at the foot of the slab. I can still feel the intense love between us, as she walked towards me. I have never felt such intense love before, or ever since. It has been 12 years, and I still want to find out who she was. Who she may be, now. I still try to remember to words I uttered, as my friend wrote them down. They were all in a foreign tongue. "ahrishakada", is all I can recall. I do want to find her, again.   - Michael, Atlanta
 

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    Hello, I would like to share a joint memory that my sister & I have regarding a very ancient Egypt. We weren't related in that life, I was a twisted, dwarflike male (I am female now) and she was a tall, muscular golden-blonde sorceress who was originally trained to be a priestess. Her eyes were large blue/green and she was practicing kinesthetics, apparently it was a study of movement. She could throw victims against the wall using her eyes. She was not evil though, she was innocent like a kitten with a mouse. I was her servant and her link to the outside world. She was not allowed to leave the underground 'tomb' so I would go back and forth doing errands for her. I used to hide behind the big, solid rock table that her next test subject would be placed on because I hated to see the body hit the wall and the sound was sickening. The people were alive but seemed to be drugged because they didn't react no matter what she did with them. We were betrayed by a temple priest who had two long triangular earrings in his left lobe and both of us were killed.
    In this life, I met and married a man who had two piercings in his left ear but I left him due to his mental illness, he returned to my house 8 months after we had separated and dragged me down the garden path and flung me aside. The Karmic Wheel is an amazing thing! - Cat A.
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    Hey. My name's Zack and I'm 18. I've always remembered my past lives, but I've never really thought of my earlier past lives until quite recently. Out of my 234 recorded past lives, the one that now stands out the most as being a turning point for me spiritually is my memories of being a priest in Egypt around 3400ish years ago. I remember serving under a pharaoh whom I now believe was Amenhotep III, as I recognise his name (heiroglyphics). During this time I was only a young priest, but I remember becoming high-ranked over time. I remember the rise of Atenism by Akhenaten (oh my, another 'Akhenaten'-past-life enthusiast, right? haha). I remained an obscure High Priest-figure through the 20-someodd years of Atenism (I have a suspicion that I was a cousin of Akhenaten) and remained a somewhat interested follower of proto-monotheism afterwards. I died at a ripe age of around 63, though my memories of that period in my life are more shaded, and almost always pertain to the desert. It makes me believe that I may have been exiled or chose to leave Egypt, or simply wandered away in senility. The most striking thing about this memory is my recognition of Akhenaten and the way that I've always refered to him as 'My king, my god' since I was a child. This is one of my most clear memories, and perhaps a turning point in my spiritual path. Anyway, that's about it! Blessed be!
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    I like others that have posted, am a child of Egypt. I know that is where my soul began its spiritual journey. I do not remember my first couple of lives. I do remember the I believe to be my 7th life.  I was a priestess in the service of Bast. I was highly respected among the other priestess'. I had long flowing black hair, a fair olive-like complexion,and was very thin. I have had visions of this life for several years now and I know the visions to be true. In my visions i cannot see my face. I do, however, see a shrine to Bast in an enclosed area. The feeling that i get is that not every priestess is allowed into this room. I am not sure what that feeling means.
   I am interested in finding anyone that was in service to the Goddess Bast in Egypt between  5000 B.C  and 2000 B.C. Blessed Be Children of Egypt.
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    I am trying to locate others who have lived before in Egypt. I believe that i was in the service of Bast, as a priestess, and that for some reason I was punished for some misdeed, for which to this day I still have no idea what happened. But I was not the only one punished. My Platonic soul mate who is still a very close friend and mentor today, was also punished at the same time. This was roughly well before the roman invasion, possibly 2000 to 5000 BC. If anyone can help me it would be greatly appreciated. -Leeanthur
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    I am a wiccan, and never really thought about reincarnation until I became one. I was reading how Old Souls sometimes have a intense love or feeling for the country in which they lived in their previous life. Then I read how they know things about their past home without needing to be told or read it, and how they sometimes have dreams and flashes of their past life. Well I have been fiercly interested in Ancient Egypt since I learned to read, and know more about it than anyone could believe.  Also, nearly every night, I dream of walking over sand dunes and into a huge temple, made of stone.  I see hieroglyphics, figures of a woman, (who I now know to be Isis) torches, censers with burning incense, and I see people dressed in long white robes and shoulder-length black wigs. I am seeing everything from the eyes of a person, and I am convinced it is me. I read about when archaelogists make a new discovery, and I already know. I know many Isis chants, other names for her, and proper offerings and times of worship. The dreams are never the same, and I am sure they are snapshots of my past life as an Egyptian Priestess.
    I don't think they come to me in any order, for one plain and obvious reason: I saw my death in a vision in July. I was walking through a narrow hall, and I could hear footsteps on the sandy stone behind me.  I turned around, and saw a man, who had in his right hand a dagger. The handle was very ornamented, and I remember thinking that he had been in the ritual chamber.  I see him raise the dagger, and then I realize what he means to do and try to run, but he is too fast and catches ahold of my wrist.  He looks angry, and I think, "What did I do?" just before he raises the dagger again and stabs me in the chest, just below the collarbones.  Then it as if I am watching as a third person, but I think it is that my soul had already left my body.  Just before the vision ended, I see the man bend down and drive the blade into my chest, above my heart. This was so shocking to me, I immediately snapped out of it. ~Jessica

Servants
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    "Come on! Come on!," she was yelling.
    But it sounded differently in my dream. Something like, "Yashek, "Yashek!." I wish I could remember. But what I do remember was that I was a woman. A child/woman. I was about 13-17 years of age. The woman that was yelling at me was richly dressed. I think I was a beloved servant of a wealthy family. Because I was dressed in a white dress/cloth with a gold belt and gold jewelry. I was also wearing a gold headband holding back my hair. I was dark complected. Very dark complected. But not African-American. It was my skin was dyed by the sun. It was almost like a laborers.
    I was holding a basket that was made out of something like wicker, and it had something green in it like corn and something soft in it like sheep or goat hair. The scenery around me was definitley Egypt. I can tell by the complexion of myself and the falling pillars. Everything around me was crumbling. Like an earthquake. But I don't remember any water. I can't remember what the floor looked like, but it was a type of white marble or a white, shiny stone (big blocks) and there were Roman soldiers running behind me.
    They were wearing brown leather-like skirts with gold, round buttons on each strap that seemed like it was cut off. They were also wearing some sort of red blanket over their shoulders. Each soldier was carrying one of those famous "Roman soldier hats." The ones with the big red sprouts at the top. It seemed like some of them were holding swords vertically in the air.
    Something like an earthquake was happening and because I was too frightened to move when I saw the Roman's coming up behind me. I wasn't really afraid of them, though. I was more concerned that they would get out unharmed. The last things I can really remeber are the soldiers and my mistress calling out at me. I think I might have died, then. I'm not sure.
    I want to be an Egyptologist. I'm only 13, and when I was reading those Ancient Egypt past lives reports at www.open-sesame.com Something clicked and I started to remember. Remember everything. At the beginning of June, my family and I went to the Musuem of Anthroplogy and Archealogy in Philedelphia. I went to the Lower Egypt Exhibit below the gift shop. The first thing I saw were huge pillars. At first it was exciting, then I was remembering something. I know something happened, but just not what. I've thought about being hypnotized and taping it. When I saw the mummies at the museum it was like my heart sank to my stomach. Thinking about it now I want to cry. When I went to that museum I felt all this love around me, but at the same time I felt this type of pain that I could never go back. - Rachel
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    I can only remember a few things. I can remember being in Rome and in Egypt...I've had some strong dreams about Egypt. I'm not sure if they were dreams or past life memories but here's my favorite one: I was in a temple, I was a servant of a rich person who had died, and it was customary then to bury the help when their masters die (at least I believe so) and I remember there was this big commotion outside, the Romans were coming. And I remember a priest guy telling me to hurry and go into this room so they could close the wall, and I remember me panicking too, I didn't want to die with the lady I served.
    There was another part of that dream that didn't make much sense too....maybe you can help me. I was staring at this ring of skulls, they had this egg-like ball in their mouths with a picture of a country or town and they had the name on it too. As I stared at one in particular it started moving, the ball started flipping, at first it showed a city, it must have been my home because when I read the name I thought of home, and then it flipped to the country (it was in Africa) and then it just started flipping faster and faster. The names I could catch of the places it showed I recognized, however there are no places called those names anymore. Do you know what it means? If it means anything at all? thanks, blessed be  Niki

Temples
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    Hello- I sprained my ankle very bad & it would not heal. When a friend did Reiki (energy healing) on my ankle, a past life memory was released of Egypt--although it wasn't called by that name back then. I was a royal consort and priestess at the Temple of Hathor. The most clear memory I have of the Temple is that there was a channel of water in the center of the temple, surrounded by a walkway. I remember hawks were kept in the temple and flew over this open area. There was an uprising and the temple was sacked--so much violence. I was chased down, and fell on the marble steps. I remember being murdered by the King--he felt it was his duty to kill me, to send a message.  As soon as the memory surfaced, my ankle healed immediately.  Blessings, Lynn
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     Merry Meet, I am writing you about this dream I had. I believe it had to be one of my previous lives.  I was standing in the temple. The temple of mother Isis. The staues were those of the goddess of creation. I walked farther into the entrance of the temple.  I began to look around it was the standard Egpytian classical design. I turned around and looked above the entrance way . there were these wings stretched out and in the middle was some sort of sun disk. next to it there was a skillfully carved symbol of the horus god. as I continued to move through the  entrance i went farther into he temple . It opened into a columned hall, made of what looked like sandstone. unbelievable construction, the classic style of the papyrus styled columns. I walked down what seemed to be a never ending hall, finally coming to a court very open. remember finally being led down some very steep steps, flanked with lion heads, which i remember thinking looked rather out of place rather roman style. the steps lead to the first pylon , all i can remember after that is the sweet lingering smell of insence... Brooke, seattle , wa
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     This is a dream I had a few years ago, and it still haunts me. I truely do not know if this was part of a past life or not. I guess you could say I do think it was part of a past life because I have always been drawn to Egypt. This is the first time I have ever told it. The following is what happened.
     I belonged to a society that worshiped Bast. In return for our devotion we were granted the ability to shift into panthers. I am sitting in a large room of a temple and in the middle of the room is a fire, burning in some kind of large metal container. Beside me is the man I had fallen in love with, my soul mate. He is not a member of the society, and to bring him into the temple is taboo.
     The others are angry that I dared to bring an outsider into the temple. At that moment I felt something strange, something that was evil. I can't remember everything, but I think they had been summoning an evil entity to increase their power because they were not as highly favored by Bast, as I.
     Right then I knew our lives were in mortal danger. I think I pushed over the fire and we ran. As we ran through the temple there were water chanels in the one room. I knew it would be dangerous if my love were to fall in these, but I can not remember what the danger was.
     We ran on and I had hid him some where in the temple, and tried to lead this creature away from him. I can't say that I saw a solid form, it was more like a cloud of darkness full of an emense hate. In my minds eye it resembled a deformed feline, that was deformed and void of shape for it's greed and hate.
     I was so afraid. In my fear I nearly forgot the one thing that could save me, my faith in the goddess. In reply to my prayers I was told to dive deep into the channels, where they merged. I knew I would die, but I had no choice.
     I dove into the waters, and as soon as I went under I expressed the most painfl loss I had ever felt. I had lost part of myself. I also had a sense that my sacrifice destroyed all of the others, who had strayed from Bast, and the creature. I do not know what happened to my love because I woke up at that moment.
     As I had laid there in bed I could still feel the sadness of my dream and the part of me that was missing. To this day I have never had such a vivid dream as the one I have Written above. I don't know if I am crazy to think it was a past life or not. If anyone knows about past lives I would appreciate your input. Or if anyone else has had similer dreams I would be glad to hear from you. - Wendybird
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    When I was about 15 I had this dream in which I was a hand maiden for the temple of Isis. It was a funeral procession and there were many young girls like me in a double line following the priests and priestesses. We all were in white Egyptian dresses and carrying the Lotus blossoms. Everywhere you could hear chanting. I get the feeling that a pharaoh had died.
    Then many years later I dreamed again of egypt. I was a priestess in the temple. My lover had just left. our affair was over. I was in such emotional pain. I went outside and looked at the full moon and raised my arms and called on all the gods to bring him back.
    It was strange because I was her but not in her. I was looking down on all of this from above. I looked different, taller and slimmer. I was wearing a royal blue dress which was straight and close fitting. I had on a gold collar, and arm bands. I wore a black wig with a gold band encircling it. Then I woke up. I have always been drawn to Egypt. As soon as I learned to read, I started studying the Egyptian Gods, and the ancient religion. I don't know if these were past life glimpses but after all these years both dreams are crystal clear.  -  D-Taylor

Tombs
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    my name is anna carmen. i'm 32 and at the age of 23 i had a recurring dream i was in ancient egypt. i was in a building with columns and there was me and another person we were arguing about something and i wouldn't listen to what he was trying to tell me. i had my mind made up and wouldn't believe him. he was walking from right to left in front of me. there was a small table in front of me, to my right, and chairs behind me. there was also a middle aged man in the room with us but he never spoke, just kept in the background. there was an object on the table in front of me that i picked up and hit the person i was arguing with on the back of the head. he fell to the ground and was then motionless.
    at this point i would float out of the dream wake up and then when i went back to sleep it happened again, same dream, same things in it. then after some time of having this dream it went further and i was at his funeral in the valley of the kings and i went hysterical and these people in black took me out of the tomb. as they did so i fell from their grip in the passageway (as i was in such a state that they could not keep hold of me) as i fell i saw some hieroglyphics that were so real i could put my fingers in them then i would wake at that point.
    after dreaming the dream to that point of a while, i had one last dream. it started from the beginning, have the argument, and then funeral, then being taken from the tomb, taken by small boat on a river and to another building with columns but it was not the same one as the first building. i was laid on a bed and given a purplish coloured liquid to drink which made me sleepy and for a while my dream stopped. after some time i had a dream i was entombed in a small chamber with some objects ( a cat statue, a tall chest, and other items) i never dreamed the dream again after that but have since that time studied ancient egyptian mythology to find out if there is any thing written that was like what i had dreamed.
    i found lots to suggest that it had happened that way. even the tomb which was the exact layout as the dream but i haven't found it written anywere about the hieroglyphs on the passage wall or the fact that the person i was was entombed, but i do know she has not been found and she disordered suddenly. i would love to go for some past life regression to find out more and confirm what i have seen to be true but no one does that were i live so i will have to wonder. - ANNA
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        I had this dream only while I was in the U.S. Army The First time I had this memory in a Dream state.  I believe I was stationws over in Gremany and the second time while I was in Kosovo.  I know it is a desert setting I think Egypt but may be wrong on that.  It felt as if I was in a Tomb of some sort and I was in there to protect something what I can't recall There was one group that was there that I was familiar with and even though they weren't suppose to be there they could be trusted not to remove anything out of the Tomb.  There was this Tourist group that came in and were lost  is my guess as of now but in the that state I warn them to leave this place or they were going to suffer a terrible death for entering a forbidden and sacred place.They stood there in shock or something and I think they even were standing there just to mock me.  The Whole inside of the Tomb filled up with this ball of Flame and I do mean the whole tomb. I stood and walked Trough the ball of flame with out beinging burn by it  and met the group that was trusted not to remove anything from the tomb.
 

Egypt:
Part I - Part II -
Part III: Pharaohs, Other Royalty, Poison, Priest/esses, Servants, Temples, Tombs