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    I have a continual dream, and i've been having this dream for over 11 years. It's in Europe, the Greece region and there is a man that my father is friends with. In that life I was a male, as in this life, but this man stands out in my mind. my father called him Angel. The mans name was Angel and I don't know if that was a common name back then or not. This man was married to a lady and I remember her she stood beside him and he was very protective of her, he always had his arm around her waist and she stood left side. My father in the dream was speaking with this Angel man about breaking my horse that my father bought me. That is always the last bit of the dream. I know it was
Greece because of the colliseums. Darin
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    My name was Timaus in ancient greece. I spent lots of times with the sophists speculating, debating, learning, understanding.
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    Hello. I had a dream several weeks ago which felt like my past life. (it takes place approx. 140 B.C., right after the conquest of Greece by Rome...Don't ask me why I know this :P I won't be able to explain it...It just seemed like it was...) The whole dream happened in a matter of seconds. And it went like this:
    I was in the newly claimed Roman territories, clad in some type of expensive cloth tied around my waist with a cord, but nothing else. The afternoon sun was reflecting off of a great marble temple and the smaller, more practical houses around me. I had olive skin, darkly colored by the sun, and my jet black hair tumbled around my face in curls. I am sixteen years old, male, and was a slave from Egypt(? possibly Spain/Italy). I am trying to run after my master, but I can't move, since people were holding me back, pushing me onto the dust-covered ground. My master, in shiny brass-coloured armor, walked away without looking at me, two men by his side. I cried out, struggling. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. My memories then flashed back to scenes of me and my master together... I think the flashbacks were of my master and I... I had served my master since I was small and had an affection towards him. He must have meant a lot to me if it caused so much grief...Since past life dreams are said to be usually major traumas you had in your past life.
    After that I was researching ancient Roman Egypt and came across the name "Octavius Augustus Caesar". I researched more about him, because the name sounded rather familiar. He was a very strict Roman emperor, who ruled Rome after Julius Caesar. I saw pictures of busts and statues of him, and for some reason he looked freakishly familiar... After that, when I was changing on my bed, I saw an old panphlet on the ground. I picked it up, and the first thing I noticed was a photograph of a man's bust. Sure enough, it was Octavius yet again...That freaked me out a bit. I might have seen him in the same past-life(?) dream or something, since he sounded so familiar...Maybe, even, he was my master. *Erika Aspen-Myst*
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    I am of 16 years of age and have found my way to the path of Wicca. I had often wondered if I were an old soul, that is until the dream came to me. I had a rather life-like dream, which probably mean I'm a rather Old Soul.
    The dream took me to Delphi. How I know this, I do not know. But deep down I know I was there. I remeber being in a an almost completely dark room. The torches there gave the only light. I believe there was something burning in the room for it was hazy. Maybe it was incense, but I couldn't identify it. There was a man in robes in front of me. Also, there was a low table in front of us. On it was a large luminous green orb. I remeber telling him that his pride would be his downfall. Before I knew it the earth began to shake. A piece of pillar fell upon me and a awoke, almost jumping out of my bed. - Blessed Be, Amanda
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    I keep having these visions and I'm not sure if it is indeed a past life or just a product of an overactive imagination. I lived in Greece during the height of Greek Mythology, but I think there is also the possibility of me living during the era in which greek mythology
was dying down. I not certain of this fact.
    I believe that my name is Tessa or something to that affect. I was about 21 years old. I had a strained relationship with my family I believe. I may have been the rebellious type who hated what was considered most proper for women of that time.
    I wanted to see if this vision was accurate so I tried to concentrate and think of the names of people which I may have associated with. I think some of my family names may have been Basilia and Aleko. Also the names Baucis, Azalia, Takis, Meliza, Tyandareus, and Xanthus sound familiar to me. When I went to research Greek names I was frightened by the fact that some of the names I had concentrated on were listed as Greek.
    Now I do have a feeling that I heavily worshipped Ares because I think that was my downfall. I may have gotten involved with someone from his temple, a man who was fierce and rugged. He had beautiful eyes. But during the course of the relationship a man was upset with our relationship. All I know is that due to this man I was killed. All I know is that my killer may have said I was dishonoring the gods of our time. I don't believe that,  that piece of information was enough to have led to my execution but it certainly played a major role in my life I suspect.
    Another thing that may have played a role in my execution was an "orgainzation" I was involved with at the time of my death. I was interested in many things that may have not been considered appropriate for young woman. I think I may have also been involved in another religon or at least looking into it at the time of my death. I also think that during the course of the relationship I believed the man I was involved with was Ares god of war. That just leads me to believe I was very gullible and naive.
    The whole Ares thing doesn't make much sense to me. That is why I am not sure if this is an accurate past life. I may as I said earlier just have been very gullible, but then again who knows. If there is anyone out there who can help me I would sincerely appreciate it. But what I would really like is information on knowing how reliable one's past life visions are. I have had other visions but I am reluctant to reveal them because I think they all may be fake with this Greek one being the oddest. That way with proper research I would be able to know if these visions are real or not. Thanks again and Blessed Be.
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    The particular life that I cannot shake is one that took place in Athens, Greece in the early 13th century. The year that haunts me the most is 1212, the year of my marriage to a man whose name I do not know. We were not royalty or famous. We were merely "comfortable" (now considered well off). I was 22 and never believed that happiness could be so complete. I recall, vividly, sitting in an open amphitheatre with this man, my husband, looking through the columns of a nearby structure in a westerly direction. There was something drastic going on, I sense the fall of an "empire?".
    He was tall, I guess about 6' 2", blazing eyes whose colour I do not know, dark eyebrows and eyelashes, and though he was sure of himself when having to give a public "performance" (don't know what this refers to ... theatre? politics?) the truth was that he needed constant reassurance that he wasn't making a fool of himself. He got that reassurance often from me, from my eyes. I had very dark, long hair, olive skin and brown eyes, slight build with a fierce determination. I remember this so clearly.
    On our wedding day, there was some sort of "party" ... a practice with the community for the bride and groom as follows: very large, very tall-ceilinged room, a table laden with food, he and I at the table, standing, and a large circle of open space between us and the crowd, who was also standing. There was some thing we were to do with the food in celebration. He wore a white tunic, I wore a red satin dress. He had just finished doing whatever it was that was expected and he turned to me with that need for reassurance in his eyes. With my eyes I told him (I did not speak as we had an audience) "You did wonderfully. I love you more than air. I will ALWAYS be here for you." He had seen the look in my eyes enough that he knew what the words behind the look were. I believe if I met him today, he would recognize me by my eyes: what/who is in them.
    Feels strange writing this, but the images have pestered me for 4 years now. Perhaps this method of posting it will yield some answers.
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 i had a dream that i was looking up, from a corridor, and there were many floors above me, when i was 8. when i was 16 i went to crete and saw the palace at knossos, there was a scene there just like that, but i was looking down, it was an air shaft, (i think) but it was exactly the same.
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    I had a recurring dream, the same 15 times, about myself as what i think as some ancient slave.  I'm white, american, ancestry all scottish, irish, and german for as long as i can remember, but somehow i get the strong feeling it was Greece.

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