Austria
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    I have no idea when this occurred, but it was somewhere near Austria. I was wearing a large dress, of silk and satin lacing. I had long brown curly hair, which was all pulled up. I believe I was about 17, but I cannot be too sure. I left my large house in the city, and entered my horse and carriage. I ordered the driver down the road where I got out by the graveyard. I went into the graveyard with a bouquet of flowers and placed them on a grave inscribed Quinn (something) Fitzgerald(?). Maybe he was family, but I had a strong connection with him whoever he was. All of a sudden, the wind picked up and it became very cold. Lightening struck and I could head thunder in the distance. My driver called for me to come back, but I ignored him. I pulled out a velveteen bag, of the color purple and I opened it up and held it to my nose. The scent of it burned, and the wind caused some if it to fly out. I dumped the bag on the grave and I said:

The Balkans
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maestro piti, life story - The double game of Maestro Piti...
    In the present I love Balkan music, playing the cimbalom, singing, violins, improvisation, clairvoyance etcetera. I have many memories of a past life in which these subjects already fascinated me. I feel like I have a double ego, because the emotional-atmospherical memories of this past life are very strong. At that time I was a Romanian/Macedonian gipsy singer/cimbalom player and my name was Istvan Serban.
    'I' lived somewhere around 1900-1940 and was rather talented, sharp, funny and beautiful. My father was a (klezmer-) violinist yet he disappeared when 'I' was six. Once grown up, 'I' was always travelling around the Balkans and surrounding areas, looking for beautiful songs, pretty women (and men), nice musicians and new experiences. Sometimes 'I' worked as a clairvoyant, adoring the future telling through songs and giving advice about the present and past too. I remember, vaguely or concretely, places where 'I' have been and having lived as a child in an swampy area with lagoons. Probably the Donau delta, although this can't be proved... I remember many songs from this life and I am able to talk and sing in my own language, a Romanian/Macedonian gipsy dialect. The subjects of my songs are not exactly clear to me, although I do recognize words as I am a language freak. I am
also able to make new songs singing in this particular language, this means it is a 'living' language in my mysterious brains.

England - II

France

Germany (see also: WWI,WWII)
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    My first past life crept up on me like a bandit. I was sixteen and a sophmore in highschool and although I was open-minded, I really didn't give the subject of past lifes/being reincarnated much thought. That was until one day in world history. We were watching this old black and white film of Germany (right before world war two I think but I'm not sure. Hey, give me a break it's been ten years ago). Well, it started off normal (well, not quite. For once, I was paying attention:) ) At first I just got this uncanny sense of deja vu. (I was literally brought to tears. The image felt like home to me.) But then I started having visions in rapid succession (which to my memory had never happened b/f). The teacher was trying to tell us something about this place (Goddess knows what). But I kept interrputing the class, correcting him (it wasn't like I was the class brain, not to say I was dumb but a bit of a slacker, so it was odd.)
    The kids were telling me to shut up and teasing me for being weird, etc. But the teacher was like; 'Hu, you may be right. I'll look into that. Where did you get this info from, etc." I shrugged and did feel like a freak. But I felt compelled. I stood up to this testiment strongly. (pretty much, I was pointing out, this wasn't the true name of the town, this wasn't there, that used to be here, and things to this extent). Well the teacher looked into it, which to my best mem. took months, intense reserch (w/ help from some of his coligues from our local university.). But ev. he pulled me aside and told me that some of what I told him was true and was curious how I possibly could of known this since it was such obscure info. I didn't have a rational answer.
    My life had changed. My world had changed. During this time I started having dramatic dreams (from the first instance in class on) that were beyond real (I could taste, feel, empathise, remember things prior to and what would happen next, etc. It had a beginning, middle, end). It was very dramatic and trying for an already confused teenager. My conclusions are that I have had many past lifes. This one, I was a young German woman living as a witch during the burning times. She became a powerful leader for the witches and was thought of some what as a prophecy. She was ev. burned at the stake and "burned from history", and then forgotten. I'm writting a loosly based novel on her life, named as her; "Meranda.'
    I've had many dreams, mems, visions since then and wondered where and why they came. I've wondered if I've made it up, b/c of boredom (I can't find a single thing about her or my beliefs), or if my fascination w/ Germany, my great-grandparents, etc. pre dispoused me to this or if its authentic.
Then again, the my research of Germany has brought me more levels of de ja voo. But I try to stay grounded in reality b/c it could just be my want to find something. Then again some of my beliefs have been prooven right, like sacred sites in Germany, etc.So, I'm always hopeful that my imagination isn't that good and some of these things are in fact true. meranda aradia moon-Shelly Hays
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    Since I was a little girl, I always had this image of looking down at a long, dark red, dress and running through the wood.  While I was running, I had thoughts of depression, guilt, hurt or something like that. I also pictured a man of long, wavy, black hair. The man would be sitting on a bed bending away from me. (I don't know what happen to him or why I was upset but I believe him and I to have some kind of connection.) Then I would come to a cliff and just fall on the rock or into the water. I wouldn't know because I believe I died before I hit the ground.
    The first time this "memory" came to me was when I was about 4 or 5 and I was camping with my family near a stream and a cliff close by. That camping trip is the first memory I have of this life. So I believe I died and just went right into my next life (which is now) and started it from there.
    I believe this took place in the medieval because, one: the dress was long, dark colored, and I have seen similar dresses in book about medieval. Two: was the man, it seemed he was wearing some kind of metal armor that looks like the armor they wore in that time.
    I also believe this took place in Germany. I don't know why, but when I found out that my ancestors are from Germany and they go far as royal family, it all makes sense to me. I have family members who travel to Germany all the time to look these family members up. But they never mention of a girl falling off a cliff. So truthfully I don't what happen to me or why.

Greece

Italy, including Roman Empire

Ireland

Scandinavia
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    I am a 21 year old American female and this memory first occured when I was 14. I know I've had many past lives, but this is the one I remember most clearly. It's rather sad and depressing, actually. I was a man living in Scandinavia about 1000 C.E., a "Viking" if you will, I think I was more of a farmer/trader. I had three children, two girls and a boy, and a wife who looked after the farm while I was at sea. I remember that I came back from trading, and I found my house a mess (it was a long house, with a central hearth, rather humble actually) and my children and wife all hanged. I don't know who the people were who did it, but apparently I did back then, and I went to find them. The next thing I remember was being out at sea on a long ship, cold, cloudy day with the wind stinging my face, and
blowing moisture into my long beard and braided hair. I was with the men who did it, and my plan to get "revenge" apparently failed and they had me. I remember having my head chopped off, and that's it. I also find it interesting because I'm female, and I've had dreams about being male, and making love to a woman and waking up and going, "THAT was interesting". I described the sensation to my boyfriend and he said that's exactly how it feels. So, I have no doubts about past lives, but I would like to know someday who those people are who chopped off my head, and who my children and wife are now.

Scotland

Spain
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 Hi. I'm 19 years old and have always wondered who I had been before I was born into this body. I had been struggling to see my past lives until one day I went into extremely deep meditation and I finally saw my previous body. I had always had the feeling that I was a man but could never be completely sure. I was in my safe place while meditating and then I saw him walking towards me. He is the complete opposite of me. I am short fair skinned and blonde with blue eyes. He on the other hand is tall, olive skinned with almost black eyes. I just knew that this was who I was. That is all I know of him but I have a feeling that he was a noble in early 19th century Spain. He has never said anything to me but his presence alone is a comfort and we need not talk. Anyway I don't think he would talk to me.  There is a deep aura of enigma around him and he wants me to find out for myself all those unanswered questions. Blessed be!

Turkey
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    I believe my past life was in Turkey. I had a dream one night that I was walking along a path next to a lake and an eagle came and flew by me so close that I could touch it. When I woke up I had the word "Ankara" imprinted in my head. At first I thought this was an Egyptian word, but after some research found that it was the capital of Turkey. At night I see the imprint of a "sword" on my closet door, (it sort of glows) it has writing/pictures on it and is a strange shape. Not straight, but curved. The whole next day after my dream I felt like I couldn't breathe, I kept "smelling" smoke. It made me feel like I was in a room full of smoke and couldn't breathe. When I was younger I had dreams of a building sort of like a pyramid type monument, but not a pyramid. I was afraid of this whatever it was. In my dreams I was always forced to go in it even though I was scared. I cold see the men
working on it. I am just beginning to explore these dreams/memories, hopefully someday I will find the meaning
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    Well I had this dream . . .  I was a Turkish Guard, you know the people with those really weird shaped swords, like the one on the Turkish Delight advert from years ago and was shown again just before Christmas. It was so intense, like it was actually real, like I was reliving a memory.  I think I was remembering something about one of my past lives. The details are a little blurry now, I can't remember everything that happened, but I was in a, actually I think I was trying to break up a fight in the streets, there were lots of people I remember that.

More European Memories:
Europe: General, Castles
Austria, the Balkans, Germany, Scandinavia, Spain, Turkey
England - II
France/Gaul/French Revolution
Greece
Ireland
Irish/Celtic/British Isles: Mixed and Non-specific Memories
Italy/Roman Empire
Scotland
Wales

See Also:
WWI - WWII - The Burning Times -
The Titanic - Multiple Lives
Mixed and Non-specific Memories