Past Life Memory Bank
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Europe
Italy & Roman Empire

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    As a child I had a recurring dream. I am walking down a cobbled street on a hot day. There is a man walking in front of me dressed in a short tunic and carrying a sack over his shoulder. He's talking to me about a man called Valerius Valens, though I can't quite understand what he's saying. My father, who spoke Italian, told me that I would talk in my sleep and he was amazed that I was speaking in a foreign language which sounded like Italian.
     Two years ago I visited the site of ancient Corinth in Greece and was dumbfounded to find, in the museum there, a statue to a man named Caius Valerius Valens. I took a photograph of the statue which I've attached. - Best regards, Chris Ray
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    One life that sticks out was one I think I spent in Italy, way back in the day. I remember I had aqua eyes and dark blonde hair.   I was with my friend who's name is Niki in this life, and I was with a man whom I believe his name was something like Reydarin.  Something like that. He was my husband, I think. We hadn't been married for long, but we were so deeply in love. He was some sort of a business man, I remember he had to go on long trips often, and he would always bring me back a present.  I remember standing with Rey on a city street. I was wearing a light green dress, and it was very windy.  He was introducing me to a woman who he had met previously and was thinking that she and I would get along. That was Niki.  She also remembers Rey.  I have been looking for him for a while now.
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    When I was 3 I would say that I lived with my grandmother and father one day I was standing on the porch and I was shot. I think I was 6 in my past life and have an inkling that it was placed in Italy. When I would explain it, it was with deep detail and would tell it the exact same every time.

SICILY
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    hmm, how to start? well, this happened when i was 15 years old and i still believe about it even though our religion says that this is wrong. it was a good day when i had decided to go out and hang around with my friend when i finally sang a strange song, a song that i had never heard of its rhythm. i sang that song spontaneously and it went so well that it seemed like a perfect-written song. i was on my way to bathroom, and i sang that song. but i took that as nothing abnormal. soon, the next year (i was 16), when i was in my bedroom, finishing my homework, the name of 'Sicily' came into my mind. i don't know what it was actually but it reminded me of my first strange action - the unknown song! it seemed to me that both things were just the same. but again, i took it nothing!
    then again, this strange thing happened, i started to see a guy in my bedroom, sitting on my bed and looking very pale. he had yellow (golden) hair, blue eyes and he was wearing all-white clothes. and he would always there. i was very afraid because i thought that it was only me who saw him. i told my mum and dad, shockingly, my parents said that they saw him in my bedroom too. i was very afraid at that time, he wasn't only sit on my bed but i could feel that he was sleeping beside me every night! i used spring bed, and i  could feel someone was moving beside me.. Oh God!
    later, i had something came into my mind again.. i saw the same guy (the one who was in my bedroom) and a girl who had long black hair, black eyes and pretty, and both of them were smiling at each other, they were in front of a florist and the guy was cycling. later i knew that the guy's name was Ryan. it was so funny as i could see everything so clearly as if it was me in that place. i saw the building and its structures, i saw the surroundings, i saw everything and the place was close to sea. a few days later, i took a serious action. i started to find what was 'Sicily' and of course, the song! i found out from an encyclopedia that Sicily was a place in Italy, an island! and everything came into pieces when luckily, a tv program showed a documentary about Sicily. i found out that everything was the same in my dream. the buildings and its structures, the place, the surroundings and of course the sea! i couldn't believe it. i am right now in Malaysia but still i can know and see everything in Sicily, which is thousands of miles away from here.. and i have never been there!
    later, in year 2000, again, a thing came into my mind.. the guy.. the same guy in who was in my bedroom.. he was dead.. and both of them, the girl who's in Sicily and that guy, was actually very in love. but there was something happened to them, and they both died! and one of them was me! the guy was me! an hour ago, i was searching for a web sites about past life and karma.. i tried a test to know who we were in the past.. this test said i was a guy! and i knew i used to be a guy in my past life! i want everything to get into pieces. i want to know my past life. i want to find my past life's lover. i want to find her. i knew that it was my fault that everything went wrong for our love in our past lives. i want her to forgive me, and i want to love her as much as before.. as much as i loved her in my past life and if i could, i want to love her more than that, with all my life. i don't care if she is a girl and i was now born in my present life as a girl. but i want to love her. no wonder, i never love any guys truly.. i was a man and i am searching for her! please, if anybody knows about us, about what had happened to me and her and our lives, tell me.. i couldn't put it clear again because i lost that guy.. 'he' is gone, 'he' is not again in my bedroom.. i couldn't find him.. i believe 'he' wants me to find about this by myself. AND I WILL!!  i need to find her. she was my true love and she always will! sincerely, Nicky, Kelantan, - Malaysia.

VENICE
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    I'm in a house in Venice. In my room in front of the mirror. My name isÝVenitia. I have blond hair and blue eyes. I wear a blue dress with a cameo on the front of it of a muse.Ýand have Pearls in my hair.I feel awful. I feel a hatred for my family. they are money lenders. They make me poison people who may compete with them or just because they don't like them. I walk into the party. The guests Disgust me. Only 2 men there don't. Mr. Germain. He is a count and he has come to my house to play some music he made himself on the violin. He is very charming, and Handsome. And there is a man called Andrei with blond curly hair. they are the only ones in the world I love. I do not know if they are past life dreams but i always have them and they are so real, that i feel like I'm living them. Its like I'm no longer myself, but that person there and then.Ý
 

Roman Empire
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       You probably wouldn't believe me if I told of my past lives you either that or you'll think I'm crazy. Let's just say they're interesting. I'll tell you of with one of my less adventurous lives. I've been a woman as long as I can remember, in one of my lives in Rome, I was a daughter of a general who caught the eye of the emperor. After I first had this vision of my past I did some research and there was a woman who went through what I remembered.
    Anyway, I became empress to Commodus. If you do not believe my story look it up. I never liked him to begin with I only married him for the power. I planned his assination and to get his general/friend to help me I guess you could say I subdued him. As it turned out my friend was spying on me and informed Commodus of my betrayal. This is why I don't like to have friends to know anything about me. I was arrested when he returned for I'm not sure what but he had me arrested and a while later crucified. I'm not sure what happened to the general, I'm sure he was executed also.
    My original plan was to have Commodus killed on the battlefield, then I would marry the general, have a son. Then I would have my husband poisoned. rule through my son, eventually abandoning him after gaining the trust by whatever means from my people and becoming the first True Empress of Rome (this plan was some what flexible, but not as much as it could have been). Commodus got his though he was hated by all except the army and while fighting in the Arena one day he was murdered. If you want to know my name I was Crispina. That was my least interesting life.
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    The dream then takes me to Rome where I am a soldier. I am wearing this grand armor made of brass or gold it has a face on it of one of the GODS with silver studs holding it together. I jump off my horse and into battle with me is this huge beastly dog. I am killed sometime during the battle, and the dog defends my dead body through the long fight.
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    Also, I have always been drawn to Imperial Rome, especially to Herculaneum.  The first books I ever checked out of the library on my own were books about Pompeii and Herculaneum--remember searching the shelves of the 'grown-up' section just for books on these cities, and I was only about eight or nine years old at the time.  I devoured these books, the pictures--everything I read or saw was somehow familiar to me, and I missed them.  I had a "morbid" (according to my mother) interest in the pictures of plaster casts made from the hollow cavities where bodies had decomposed leaving "molds"...I think I was looking for people I had known. Thanks for the site. Allison
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    hello i told my friend who is thirteen about the past-life stories and he shared one of his dreams with me. my friend is about twelve years old and a boy in his dream and is in Pompeii Rome when the valcano erupted. he was with his guy friends, fliring with some of the local girls. when all of a sudden the ground shook beneath them and his knees buckeld and made him crumble to the ground falling with his friends.  he trIEs to get up but people are running and bustling around him pushing him down. he didn't know what was going on, there was so much confusion, it was so din. he exclaims.  he finaly gets up scrambling and dodging people so he wouldn't fall again. then silence fell everyone was gone. he turned around to see the hot fire breathing liquid coming for him. he was so scared he was just shocked and couldn't move. he wakes up still feeling the extreme hotness and is sweaty from head to toe. he says he still has this dream every now and then. but not every night now.
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    I am a young woman during the Roman Empire. I am wearing a very thin dress, and I am in the marketplace. I am maybe 15, it is very hot, I am being held very tightly by the arm, being led around a group that has gathered, mostly men. I am trying to be indifferent to them, but I am very scared. These men are looking into my eyes, feeling my skin, touching my hair, checking my teeth. I am a slave and it is some kind of preview before the slave auction. I realize that there are a lot of slaves being led around. It is thought that I am worth a lot, because I am a virgin. I am barefoot, men are very interested in my hands and feet.I am on the block and it is very very hard to breathe. A man buys me, for some strange price, like 2 steer or cows or something.
    But when we get home, he treats me like a wife, and we have this great life together.He doesn't have a lot of money, but there is a small home and even a little garden. I am looking for this kind man now. I hope I find him. There are more details, but I'd like to keep them for myself, as this is the 1st memory I've had so vividly, and they are personal in nature.-Fortunata
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    This dream came to me when I was 7 or 8 yrs old. I found myself crossing a large field with a tall robed man, with features I can't really see. We stop and enter a small stone-type structure with windows. He takes a seat on a bench and I go to the window and there in a clearing I see at least half a dozen Roman Legionaires all in ranks facing me . This was not right in front of me but about 20 yards away. I saw to my right a group of what appeared to be peasants, however one was standing away from the crowd and was swinging a short sword and seemed rather deranged. It was then that a Commander rode up to the Legionaires on a horse and even though I could hear no words I knew he had instucted one of us to go and finish this peasent off. I then saw myself step away from the ranks and hand my shield to the next soldier and without any kind of concern draw my sword and proceed to take this guy out, then from out of nowhere he drove that sword into my midsection. This was the end I knew that however I seemed to be only a spectator. Even knowing it was me I did not feel any emotion. Then almost as fast as it happended a large stone appeared where the window was and I picked up a chisel and hammer and inscibed my name, turned and left with the tall man. This was by far the most vivid thing I can remember and have always known it was more than a dream.
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    Lately I have been having these dreams of a past life of mine.  It sets in ancient Rome and I am some lady of high authority dressed is a white silk dress.  I walk down the streets of Rome with my servants behind me.  I look at the filthy streets and at the market places and merchants.  I am so at peace, and I wish I could go back there somehow.  There is so much more I would like to explain but I am not sure if I should, and to be quite frank I do not know why I am writing this email.  Maybe because I just wanted to contribute to the reincarnation page.  I am so confused about these dreams and I am just screaming to tell someone, but I don't think anyone I know would understand. - Centerwind

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
Scotland

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