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Europe: France
<>This may be a past life or something else, I don’t know. To give
you an idea of what your reading I’ll give you some background about
me. I’m a 30 year old woman, artsy with some college education. I
started learning about meditation when I was around 6. I had asthma for
the first half of my life and would frequently end up in the hospital.
The nurses there knew me well, and was generally a good-natured kid.
During one stay I was having a particularly bad spell and was placed in
an Oxygen tent which made me claustrophobic on top of the not
breathing. The nurse who was on overnight at the time noticed I was
starting to panic and started to teach me breathing exersizes. And told
me to practice them whenever I was having trouble. She also taught me
to focus on an image in my mind and hold it (I used a rose). I
continued after leaving the hospital and when I was next hospitalized
she taught me how to empty my mind. over the next few years with
sporadic encouragement I learned how to control the asthma, but would
also end up in a series of very realistic dreams. They are very nearly
always the same, and always in the same area as the same person.
I am standing in a town or village square, reading
loudly a document in French. (I know that now because I started looking
words up on line) What I’m saying isn’t terribly important, some issue
concerning hunting. What really strikes me is that I’m a man, the
cloths I’m wearing seem to be of wool and the shoes are extremely
pointy. I’m not very old either maybe 20, the clothing is wool and
maybe linen. I know that I will be speaking with the local Lord that
day and that he is not pleased. I also am anxcious about getting back
to my home and wether or not to buy another horse. Not terribly
exciting but the first time I had that dream I was 10. I can never
catch the name and really I have never pursued the dream or whatever it
is.
Really I wanted to share this with someone who
wouldn’t tell me I’m a nut - Sincerely, Kat Noe*
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*Hello,
Before I knew any basic French besides the
typical "merci", I had a dream that I was a French Queen. In the dream
my maiden went up to the man I loved and spoke French to him. I am not
sure what exactly she said, but I knew it was French. I then spoke a
French love quote to him. After I had this dream, I started taking a
beginner's French class which I excelled in. I then had another memory.
One day I was walking up my stairs, and I suddenly had a vision of
myself in a white dress, with Marie Antoinette style hair, and I knew I
was the wife of a French nobleman living in the South. The vision was
brief, but I've always knew I was a French noblewoman from centuries
ago. - Thanks, Stephanie
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I have been researching more about my past lives.
Most of my findings have been most interesting, but currently I think
the
most interesting one that has came across is my 3rd past life. Within
my
3rd past life, I was a Frenchwoman named Marie Gean in 1905. At the
time,
I had not married, but I did have many children out of wedlock. I
temporarily
worked a a Cabernet such as 'The Moulin Rogue' or one of the other ones
existing during the time. I was current practicing wiccan witch at the
time. In the moments of my death, I was spending time with my lover,
Thomas
Basset. My case of consumption appearantly became too much for me and
there
I died on the side of a Paris side within Thomas's arms.Ý -
Kristin RoseÝ
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2. 1400's France. Twenty something, female. My
husband had gone to war and been killed. He was part of the levy from
the
lord's estate. When he left I was pregnant, and after he died, I
miscarried. The child was male. I recall the dirt floor,
the
smoky fire. There was no other source of light. One room,
low
roof, dark and smoky. Clean, with little furniture. The
midwife
was there, and a man, who took the dead boy from me (clergy, I
think.)
I was screaming, and hysterical. While the scene is very clear to me,
and
filled with detail, it ends abruptly and I do not know if I lived or
not.
- Gryphynshadow
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This snippet of a memory may be rather brief
and circumscribed, but for what it's worth, I decided to submit it
anyway
I am a Catholic Christian (my participation in the sacramental life of
the church is less than the officially prescribed regimen; nonetheless,
I know that this is tradition is where I'm supposed to be).
Perhaps
the greatest blessing of this incarnation is my continued romance with
my wife. The church's teaching with respect to the importance of
marriage as a spiritual vocation is one of the overriding
considerations
of my life. Anyway, I had an experience recently while in a kind
of twilight sleep that occurs during the transition from consciousness
to actual sleep. I had a kind of momentary flashback of being an
adolescent female, dressed a kind of school uniform consistent with
what
was worn by girls attending school in France during the 1930s or 40's.
This was just a momentary snapshot glimpsed in
a right hemispheric manner - I made the connection to France based upon
left hemispheric knowledge of the types of clothing worn by French
school
girls at that time. Most of the rest of my assumptions are
speculative,
at best. Still, I am haunted by the feeling that my wife and I
were,
at that time, lesbian lovers at a time in Vichy France when bad people
might have done mean things to us. Something must have gone
wrong,
since I was born in 1955, and if I was an adolescent during the 1930s
or
40's, I should still have been alive in the previous incarnation.
I know this probably doesn't sound like much compared with the other
experiences
that get submitted to you, but it's important to me, so I figured I
would
just send it to you anyway.
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The past life I remember was simple, but after my regression
session,
I became very disturbed. It took me a good year to get over
it.
I cried constantly for weeks! - I believe I was in France, maybe early
1800s. I entered the memory as a 4-5 year old child. I was very
ill
and in bed. As I progressed, I saw myself as a young woman, 16-17 years
old, I was outside on the cobble stone road looking at the stone
fountain.
There were tall stone buildings all around, I had long, dark, curly
hair,
very nice features. My parents were very well to do and I hated it, I
was
very simple in my needs and I feel I wasnt close to mother because of
it.
I remember my father was very tall, strong features, dark hair,(I could
almost draw a picture!) I also was married to a simple man which made
me
content, he had kind of long dirty blonde hair and loved to smoke a
pipe.
My days consisted of going to field and doing some sort of ritual like
picking mushrooms and picking wild flowers, but that wasnt it, I think
I was up to something more meaningful. There were signals, I dont know
how else to explain it. I use signals today in every day life, I
believe
spiders to be my totem even though Im scared to death of them!
Spiders
warn me of danger in my dreams as well as in a waking state. I
think
this past life links to that, recogonizing signals. There is so I
remember, its hard to get everything here. The main thing is I
had
such a simple life back then, .... so why did it effect me so
negatively?
I am now ready for the next step in this. Thank you! Blessed Be!!
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Okay I may only be 16 but I can tell you, that
I know for a fact that I lived in the past before now. I believe in my
heart that I lived in the 1300's-1400's (Medieval era Ex: Joan of Arc)
I have gone to your site and found other people who tell their stories
of their past lives. Now I will tell you mine. I have dreams sometimes
of me in the time of Castles and Knights, Kings, Queens, Nobles,
Peasants,
etc. They are all mainly related to one another. (my dreams.) When I
watch
movies Ex: "The messenger-Story of Joan of Arc" I start to cry for no
reason,
and I feel like I was there and I get a feeling of wanting to return
because
I miss that. When I listen to Medieval Music, I start to cry. I have a
great fascination of the Medieval era, and Joan of Arc... for some
reason
I just am always thinking about it. In my dreams I live in France, in a
castle (I am not a peasant) and than I see myself in a field wearing
medieval
clothing, (I know exactly what I look like too) just looking back at
the
kingdom and villages, but in some dreams I see myself running through
the
woods, like i am being chased or i am afraid of something. Just this
past
yr. I have been feeling this way toward my past life. When I was little
in Kindergarten.... I would always draw pictures of castles and Knights
on horses, and Kings and Queens. I cant explain the flashes in my mind
I get about the life I "had" before. I keep a journal and write in it
everyday
about my feelings toward that era of time. I guess i'll just keep
listening
to the inner soul that's giving me all these memories and feelings.
Gaul
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I was in an enclosure, an old and crumbling
structure.
A fort. A tower. It was stone, but very old. And there was only the
light
of a very meager fire. I was not imprisoned. I came to meet someone in
Gaul. I was a young man, though not young by the standards of the time
-- perhaps near 20 or in the early 20's. I had black hair, dark brown
eyes,
and a light olive complexion. My clothing was rough and piecemeal.
There
was a cloak of dark wool, well made. The rest was too dark to see. The
rest of what I had was hidden in the darkness.
I was waiting, and in the darkness staring over
my meager fire I was angry, but was there for a purpose. I remember my
jaw setting. And then I stood as the door to the enclosure/shelter
opened.
The man who entered was a Roman soldier and a Roman emissary. The
soldier's
cloak was a deep red. Not as fine as crimson, but darker. Rougher.
When I witnessed that young man stand, I could
see the power and authority coming from him. And the anger filled the
enclosure.
I was a bard carrying a message. I was a druid receiving an answer. I
had
traveled from England to Gaul, as I did frequently. My name was
pronounced:
'kholain'
French Revolution
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The first life i saw I
was a young woman during the French Revolution. Soldiers busted into my
house and attacked me. there were three of them and all three of
them beat me and raped me. I remember the fear and horror and
right
before they murdered me i could see everything burning. ---christina
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I went to a regression session with a friend
really as a joke. However, I now believe that I have lived before. My
experience
was just prior to and during the French Revolution. I remember being in
a field of yellow flowers and I was a child about 10 years old. Someone
called me and I crossed a stream via a small stone bridge. I looked up
and there was a chateau and I saw men in military uniforms coming
across
the larger bridge near the chateau with my father. Next thing I knew I
was inside the chateau and looking in the mirror, I was now about 16
years
old. I had curled black hair and blue eyes. Then I heard a terrible
noise
and turned around and some soldiers grabbed me. I then remember being
in
a prison cell and the stench was horrendous. My parents and my younger
brother and sister were with me we were then dragged out and placed in
a cart and taken to the town. The executioner said that the
children were to go first before their parents. I was the first
to the guillotine and I remember being very frightened at first then
all
of a sudden calmness. I was placed on the block and then I heard the
sound
of the machine start then blackness. I didn't feel anything. Then I
woke
up suddenly from the regression.
This past life makes sense to me know as I have
since childhood suffered from problems with my neck. I have woken with
a stiff neck constantly and am always seeing a chiropractor to help
with
my discomfort. I have never injured my neck in an accident and my
parents
cannot remember me hurting it when I was very little. Regards Allison
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I attended a past life regression therapy session back in 1980,
while in a meditative "trance" like~state, I began to see myself as a
man,
then actually feel myself as a man, I smelled earthy, smoky, and vile
smells...I
looked down at my feet and saw that I had uncomfortable shoes,&
long
white stockings on, a white powder wig and a ruffled white lace
shirt...
my pants were like capris and were very tight. As I looked around I
began
to see my surroundings, I was somewhere in the countryside, there
were hundreds of people around, peasants, dirty and their stench made
me
nauseous...I felt deeply sad and knew deep within me that I was to be
decapitated.
I was a
duke or some sort of person from the royal court, Marie Antionette
was close to me and I knew she had been killed and I was to be next...I
remember thinking back to my life and regretting having been married to
a horrible woman I never loved, it had been an arranged marriage and we
had two spoiled, selfish children who I did not love either. The next
"feeling"
that came over me was complete love and compassion, the woman that I
loved
was a peasant and was getting decapitated in front of me, I was sobbing
and praying for her as the crowds screamed for vengance against the
aristocrats...the
next thing I felt was my head being forced onto a block and hearing the
guillotine come down....I saw a bright light and felt total peace....I
have since discovered why I had chronic neck pain....and have resolved
it.
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I am very certain that this dream was that of a past life, and I
was indeed a soldier in the French Revolution. I had a dream
where
I was in a war. The battle was fought on a green hill. The
side that I was on was wearing red and white uniforms, while our
adversaries
were wearing light blue and white. Our commander, sitting on his
horse, was situated so that the side I was on surrounded him. He
gave orders for us to fire. The other side pretty much wiped us
out.
I saw them as they shot down one guy, who fell off his horse after he
got
hit in the chest. After a few minutes, our commander told us all
to get down. We did what he told us to do, and I could feel blood
land
on my cheek as the person behind me was shot. Then I felt
shots being fired into my head, several times, resulting in my
death.
When I woke up, I was sweating a little, and I could feel a sensation
in
the back of my head like blood was coming out, and there was pain in
the
bumps that are on the tops and sides of my head, which is right where
the
bullets had entered and exited. Has anyone else had a dream or
vision
of this bloody battle?
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My name is Valerian Solarius, i have
been reincarnated a few times... One of them, my last life, I was a
woman
living in France. I was a Comtesse, i was killed by an angry mob of
villagers.
I had blond hair and forest green eyes. i was not french by birthright.
I cannot remember my name, but i know that I was a mother of two
children,
both of whom were killed as well. I was attacked by an angry mob while
running down a hall... i can remember looking in my mirror, while
brushing
my hair. my woman servant came in and told me they were coming. She did
my hair up nicely and then I went to bed, unworried. I awoke to screams
and ran to my children's room. i woke up two servants and told them to
take my children away as fast as possible.
I saw in a mirror near
the stairs torches lit, and I can hear yelling. I am running down the
hall,
in my night robes. my hair becomes undone and flies behind me as a I
run.
I trip once and get up before the mob catches me. I look back and can
see
them getting ever closer. I reach the end of the hall and collapse in
exhaustion.
I lose all hope, the mob gets closer and closer until they are finally
upon me. I do not remember my death though. I do not believe that I
wish
to know.
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I'm looking for someone.
My dreams never make sense so I don't bother to dream about anything
important,
so my past experiences come from deep in my heart. I know there
has
been someone in every one of my lives. He's been following me, or
I him, and we've been through so much together. The one I
remember
the most was the French Revolution and I am standing next to the
guillotine,
when I look out and see him, standing there, looking very sad. I
know there have been others, but they're not as clear. I think
his
name might be Ray.
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
