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    Hi, um, I'm not sure about my memories, if that's what they are. It could just be some wierd fantisy in my mind. But of what I know about it. Well, I'm almost certain, from my own personal reserch, that the place I see is Libya. At a guess I'd say it was the Middle Ages, or around there. I'm in a house, a very big and grand house, but I'm sad. I'm on the stairs. There'sÝtwo men at the bottom of the stairs, One is an old man, a very important man, the other is hermit, or so I assume. The poor man is talking very fast, and the imporrtant man is just nodding his head. He's saying something about a sailor who has traveled far across land and sea, he had come to save us. To save me. From a monster. He is a champion of the far reigons, he comes from far away, he is strong, and would suit the task well. All I remember after that is the old man telling me, I have hope. The man from the inglesi'a islands has come to save me from the fate that were all fearing. I don't understand. Maybe you could shed some light on it. People I've confided in have told me that it's something my mind made up and I should be quiet. But it just feels so 'real'. I don't know.
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    Hello, I don't know whether I believe in reincarnation but I do have a recurring sense of having done something 'before where I am currently'. I do not have any particular religious beliefs. This is essentially an Empire military 'memory'. I have a sense of squatting down in a large open savannah area in the sun on dry earth, perhaps north central Africa, perhaps the Sudan or Egypt, and wearing early 20th century British military uniform, or perhaps safari gear. I am carrying a weapon and my senses are on edge. I am either hunting or being hunted. I also have a great repulsion for the feeling of being held captive or of holding others captive and either of inflicting cruelty or having cruelty inflicted on me, (even writing this makes my heart race and generates a sense of fear/repulsion/questioning and physical tension). I am sure that I was imprisoned or imprisoned others. The feelings associated with this are much stronger and clearer than the actual 'memory'. I do not have any other clear or distinct 'memories' or sensations of the past. Regards, M.S. -Sussex, England.
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    Last August I was at a Sylvia Brown seminar. She decided to do a past life regression with the audience. We were told to visualize a room with a large map of the world on it and to go to the place which drew you the most. Well, I was immediately drawn to the northwest coast of Africa. I saw myself vividly as a black man wearing tan coloured short-sleeved shirt and shorts. It seemed to be the beginning of the 20th century. I was standing, scythe in hand, in a field of wheat surrounded by 3 children, my children. We were all laughing together. End of image. While I was seeing this vision so clearly, I began to cry--I mean deep uncontrollable sobs--which continued even after Sylvia called us out of the regression. My friend was shocked at my reaction. Sylvia calmly announced that anyone in the audience who experienced crying had just gone very deep. I still see that man and those children so clearly in my mind. At first, when the image came to me, I missed the children so much but this has slowly faded. We were supposed to learn a lesson from the imagery, but it still eludes me. --Marlene Yaworski

EGYPT