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Europe: general
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I thought I was alone in my feelings and dreams of
places I have never been, and when I ask people if they too have them I
have always been made fun of, called a ‘hippy’ and laughed at. I have
learned to keep them to myself even though these ‘memories’ try to
burst out of me! Thank you for been sensible and not letting all the
many Cleopatra’s and Princesses through. When I tell people I think I
have lived before, they always roll their eyes and say; “Yeah and I bet
you were a Queen or Joan of Arc, right?” Wrong. A peasant girl, maybe.
A kitchen maid. No-body special!
Thanks for running this website, it’s reassured me I am not mad!!
A memory... I sense it is England, because I live in
England now and I recognise the air and the trees and the feeling of
place.... if it is not England then it is somewhere in Europe maybe.
There is a fast running river, a shallow river, flowing through a
thicket of trees, bouncing over stones and rocks just below the
surface. I sense that further on, the river gets deeper. The trees are
bare as it is winter and overhang the river. The sky is grey and
cloudy; the clouds are all shades of grey. It is very cold and my
breath is misty in the air. I am a girl, under 13 years but above 9,
and my hands are freezing. I am freezing all over but my hands are
almost blue. The clothes I am wearing do not keep me warm and in my
head I am thinking of fur and leather, which I do not have. I have some
sort of cotton that is wet and heavy as I negotiate the river. I am
filling up a wooden bowl because I have to take it back to the kitchen,
where I am working. I go to the river regularly every day and I know
every rock and stone. Behind me is a solid stone building, I do not
know if it is a castle, more likely a fallen down castle as I sense it
is not that grand, but maybe once it was. People are living there
still, stepping over the falling stonework and rubble. A grand family
still live there. I work in the kitchen that is still standing and
looks directly out onto the river and the trees. There is lots of smoke
and the smell of meat. Even though I am freezing cold, I feel happy. -
Zoey
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4. I was a whore in some European city. France?
England?
I was kind of pretty and had some brains, too. A much older man
picked
me up and actually took me to his home to live. He was a radical
thinker, and he believed that women were equal to men and that women
should
enjoy sex. I think he saw marriage as evil, and I think I
disagreed
with him on that point. He was well-off and very educated.
He educated me. I remember at first it was all about the money
for
me and the sex for him, but we actually ended up loving each other --
he
was surprised by my mind and I was surprised by his good heart, I
think.
His social circle was scandalized by our relationship, but his money
protected
us. I remember he was very worried about what would happen to me
when he died. He was really older than me . . .40 years
even.
He made all these arrangements for me to go live in another country
when
he died, away from anyone who knew about us. I remember feeling
agony
when he died. And I remember walking in fields with two or three
dogs later, in my new country, and missing him so much.
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i think this dream i had was about one of my past lives. i
was a little girl running in a circle with a bunch of other little
kids.
right next to us was a pyre filled with bodies. we were singing
the
song "Ring around the rosy pocket full of posy..." i remember the smell
of burning flesh and the feeling of the atmosphere. it was horrible. i
asked my mother about this and she said it could have been during the
pandamic
flu epidimic in the u.s. during 1918, or that it could have been the
during
the bubonic (spelling?) plague
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I'm 19 yrs old now and have been deeply involved
with druidic rites and the celtic culture since i was 14. I keep having
this weird dream where i am in a grove chanting with other people. I
only
get small glimpses of this past life, i've even had an experience when
i woke up after this dream and saw i was in forest, though as soon as i
blinked the image disappeared. My friends and family have commented on
numerous times that i seem to have a healing touch. i firmly believe
that
in a past life i was a druid that healed people. thank you for such a
great
venue for my dream, as this is the first time i have ever told anyone.
Alethea
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I'm not quite sure if this is a memory, or just
a fantasy, or something made up, but one night i was thinking about the
medieval times and this vision came to me. i was sitting on a hill, by
a manor, with a boy with dirty brown hair and brown eyes and we were
kissing.
I was wearing a brown dress, or skirt, like made of wool, i think. I
also
remember the town and people walking, but no specific faces. i have
always
loved medieval times, and i simply adore boys with brown hair and brown
eyes now. do you think this could be a past life experience? -Jem
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I remember one night I had this dream that I
was living in a cottage with four sisters and my mother and father, I
was
the middle child. My home was hidden in the forest, I remember running
through the forest wearing a gold colored dress (very lady-like). My
hair
was black and curly as it is now, I do believe i was twelve years old
at
the time. I also remember sitting by a river looking at it and just
thinking,
my sisters would search for me a good deal of time. But they figured i
would be near water so they found me at the lake. From other things i
remember,
my mother practiced good magick and taught my sisters and i. My mother
was beautiful in this past life dream, she had long curled dark hair
and
a soft lovely voice...and the name she called me by it was "Diana". She
would wear long white dresses all the time, my mother. As for my father
he practiced magick as well, and he was also a great man, with straight
dark brown hair. I always try to remember my dreams, they all feel so
real,
like when i'm out on a sunny day i would feel the sun on my face, or
when
i was touching the river water i would feel the water. Truly i feel
this
all really happened because i never stop thinking of my past mother, i
love her too much to think she is just a dream. - Tatiana
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I don't have the dreams anymore, but when I was
younger I used to dream of being on a battlefield. There was lots of
blood,
and I saw everything through a red and golden haze. There were men all
around me wearing hats similar to those viking hats you imagine with
the
horns on either side. I'm not sure that I was actually part of the
scene,
or whether I was observing it all from afar. I had this dream quite a
few
times when I was younger, always the same. although I am young (only
13),
there have been nights when i wake up from a dream that's all too real,
and then i ask myself "was it just a dream?".
one dream i had took place sometime long ago,
before computers or cars or canals, when people still lived in
castles.
i remember a summer day going down a dirt road in some sort of
carriage;
i looked to my side and saw a man standing by the side of the road,
just
standing there, and when i saw him i knew him as someone from my
present
life (a dear friend). then later in my dream i find myself with
that
man, we are in a large room, with two windows so that the room was very
airy and sunlit. i remember leaning out one window to speak to
someone
waiting below, and i almost fell but the man caught me. as he stood by
the window, we heard shouts and the door to the room flew open.
three
strangers, male, strode in and one of them grabbed me while the other
two
grabbed my friend. he put up a struggle and his nose bled, but he
was shoved out the window and i couldn't catch him. then i
remember
being thrown to the ground and being kicked in my face....i wake up
screaming
and hearing a "crunch" in the front of my head. this is
terrifying
to me, i feel like i really experienced that.
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I always see myself as a VIKING WARRIOR,
but
as a women , I have a problem with that. I see a white horse, male
warrior,
with the viking horns, etc. it is me.
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I have had two re-occuring dreams which I feel
to be past lives because I know its me who I'm seeing. In the
first
one, I am a young girl, about 7, 8, or 9 years old and it appears to be
in England or Scotland where I'm working in a pub serving drinks.
I feel as though it is the mid 1800's. In the second dream,
I see a glimpse of a street that appears to be in Eastern Europe.
It is cobblestone and the buildings are old and lined one against
another.
I get the feeling that it is around the time of World War II. Then, I
am
inside one of the buildings, in a room that appears to be my home. The
floors are made of wood and I am a woman who is bent over a baby that
is
in a crib which is close to the ground. There seems to be another
woman in the room. That is all I can remember but I would like to
find out more.
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When I was sixteen years old, I asked my
boyfriend's
mother (known to see people's previous lives) to help me look into
mine.
I closed my eyes and she held my hand, while I suddenly started seeing
things. Like my own eyes, which were purplish in color. I
was
the governess of a Duke's son. I'm not exactly sure when this
was.
. . what century. I know it was quite scary to see myself die after
falling
off of a horse, while trying to save the young boy who had run out into
a violent storm. I was scared, but I wish I could remember more.
-Faerie
Moon Child
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I was from europe, a
caucasian,
as i saw myself while astral projecting to the past-- I fell from a
cliff
and that is how i died, but i love heights. maybe i wanted to die
b4.
- Jason
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Castles
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In my dream, i'm sitting
on the shore of a small lake by a large stone castle, i'm 13 or 14 in
the
dream, the age that i am now, the dream takes place in the middle ages,
then i can hear someone calling me but i can't see them. i have a brown
dog with me, and he looks worried, i hear people screaming, i get up, i
look up and see my mother, she is yelling to me, telling me to get
away,
i don't know why, but i start to run, then the dream fades and i wake
up,
every time i watch a movie that takes place in the middle ages, i can
hear
the screams that i hear in my dream
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I have lived many times, although I think in this life I
have missed a connection somewhere. In one past life
recollection
I am walking through an enormous house. I know it is in France
but
I am not sure of the exact year. Everything and every room
is extremely familiar to me. There are portraits of people I do
not
know and yet I do. I walk into a room and a young man is standing
there, he is dressed in a morning suit of approximately the Victorian
era.
He says to me "I'm so glad that you are home. I've been waiting
such
a long time for you. Please don't go away like that again".
how many questions can one have about one's life in the here
and now and at times understanding life and it's purpose so
clearly.
i'm overwhelmed with a sense of sensitivity but too scared to trust in
my thoughts and senses. what is my destiny? i have so many dreams
asleep
and wide awake but the sleepy ones that i like the best because they
really
do make more sense. your web site gave me the chills and a strange
sense
that i opened yours for a reason. at times there is such a panic in
trying
to understand and yet the fear of knowing who i am or was takes over
and
sucks the life out of me. i have memories of places and i have a love
for
things in the past as if they could speak to me like antique furniture
telling stories.
i remember being about 8 yrs old living in
austria
at the time and yes this is the truth and we always went on sunday
drives
to some castle or museum and at least one of us would get carsick. so
this
sunday was no different and at that age i had no idea as to where we
where
going to end up only to find that i knew this place like it was my
home.
it was a ruined castle and no i do not remember the name or location
only
that once we got there i remember wanting to go to the pond to see the
ducks and even at that age i knew i had been there before. there were
no
ducks visible from the castle grounds and parking lot but i knew that
past
that little hill i would find the pond and the ducks.
my mom and sister were a bit stunned that i knew
this as i knew my way around the entire place and i swore to my
family
that we had been there before. no one in my family had been there
before and so strange that i feel like i had been there many times and
i never forgot that odd sense which is now some 28 yrs ago. i've also
returned
to this place in my dreams and the ducks are always there. i had the
same
thing happen when i was 14 yrs old and we had moved to ontario canada.
looking to buy a house we ended up in this old brick victorian and i
felt
like i had come home. imagine leaving your home land at the age of 14
yrs
with your parents and younger sister and from the time you were told
you
were going you would be happy to leave 5 older sisters and a brother
behind.
well i was happy to be going because something pulled me to go there .
i was going home.
i am confused and scared about such
things and do not not know how to trust in them. i have a purpose
here but i seem to be so slow in reacting well not sure if this will be
of interest to you or anyone else but i needed to say it to someone.
listening
or not i know that i have to do this to move ahead and if only i had
words
to describe what i felt when i opened your pages and scanned through
your
words. it wasn't a chill that passed through me it seemed to surround
me
and compel me to write down my thoughts. imagine what i felt when i
open
the past lives thing chose europe and austria came up . it was like
hint
after hint ... while i'm at it i might as well tell you about my
first dog...cooper. it was love at first sight between him and me. he
was
beautiful, regal and elegant.
and he loved me with all his might and on our weekend naps together
i would wake up and find him watching over me with a look of such
absolute
love for me in his eyes, so human like he was my fairy tale prince and
i was his cinderella. he's gone now but he was here to help me get
through
some tough times and i know he is waiting for me - Pam
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Hello, well about 7 yrs ago i was reading how
you could find out about your past life through your dreams etc..i
started
to keep a journal and after about a week i had a dream that really
scared
me!!! I was in a carriage and i was on the floor of it crying asking
the
man driving it to please dont take me there he just kept driving! we
were
heading to what it looked like as a castle all he did was look at me
and
smile! i didnt see my face i had hooded cape on but i knew it was me
and
i dont have any idea what was going on ..all i knew was i was scared!!!
and i dont know the year. but if i was to say a year it would be 1600
or
1700? after that dream and getting up crying i haven't tried that
since.
More European Memories:
Europe:
General, Castles
Austria,
the Balkans, Germany, Russia, Scandinavia, Spain, Turkey
England,
Wales
France/Gaul/French
Revolution
Greece
Ireland
Irish/Celtic/British
Isles: Mixed
and Non-specific Memories
Italy/Roman
Empire
Scotland
See Also:
WWI - WWII
-
The
Burning Times -
The Titanic - Multiple
Lives
Mixed
and Non-specific Memories
