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Europe: France



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    Hello, I have been having memories of past lives since I was a small child. I constantly made up names as a child and one day met a young man with one of my names, and when I began to type in the names I found they were from numerous cultures across the world and I find that with each culture I have some sort of personal connection with. Anyway, when I was 5 my parents had a friend named Marcheline, and when she met me and told me her name I told her 'That was my mother's name, a long time ago.' and of course my mother looked at me like I was crazy. 'That was when we lived in the country.'
    Anyway, I have always had a connection with France, unexplainable, but I believe my name was Aveline perhaps or something very similar to that and that we were a noble family, well off, who lived in the country. One memory I have is a field with high grass and I was wearing a simple white dress. I had dirty blonde hair, and my mother was a very small fragile blonde woman. She was laughing chasing me, calling out, “Aveline! Aveline! Aveline, revenez ici!”
    Also, I have a younger cousin who at the age of 3 began randomly speaking in French. Though we don't always get along, I feel very protective of her. I think she was my younger sister in this life. I remember marrying but that part of my life is very vivid. I believe I died during childbirth, but that's all very fuzzy. I remember more about this life but I've already gone on too much.
    I also believe that my friend who I have a strange connection with (I swear we share thoughts, she always knows what I'm thinking, feeling etc.) was an older sister during this time and she says she also feels an overwhelming need to protect me and though she's only met her once, the cousin I mentioned before.
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    It happen to me at southern France, at Hyers and in Filip la Bell castle in Avignon. Next to cathedral at Avenue du Prince, without any warning, I observed some primitive clay structures attached to walls of the cathedral, smell of the burning wood and smell of some food, stench of the horses and sounds of the horses. Feeling of the people, but I did not observe it except structures and dry clay road. It may be split of the second … but it was reality. not a dream.
     Than later in Avignon, in old chapel of the castle, I had urgent feelings of hate and spectral futures (colors) were bizarre. More intensive feelings and visual (sound) I had after more years about battle of Hattin in today Israel and Acre … feeling of pain were intensive.
     Since that, nothing. I am retired Navy and Oracle specialist. Have not any psychic experience or interest. - St.
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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!!

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'

Middle Ages
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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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    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.

French Revolution

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    I've had reoccurring dreams about what seems to me to be a past life ever since I can remember, which is back to about 3 years old and possibly before. In my dreams I'm a young girl living in an Eastern France border town during what I feel was the French Revolution. I'm escaping soldiers by crossing over mountains with some members of my family into what I guess is Switzerland or Austria. I vividly remember the town, a small stone bridge over a river, and a long, beautiful valley that I feel homesick for. In my dreams I returned years later to my hometown and found that my family had lost everything. Soldiers occupied the buildings that used to be ours. It was humiliating and very sad. Usually I wake up crying. I was raised in the US and have never been to Europe or studied its history very much. I feel strongly that if I were to travel to France and find that town and that river valley, I would know it and remember my life there.
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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.

20th Century

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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. - Kristin Rose
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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.

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