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Europe:
Ireland
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HI. This year I was attending some
psychic development classes. I was in a past life meditation when I got
some visions. Visions are not new to me . I visualise a lot and often they
are precognitive. During this meditationÝ Ihad a quick picture of a lady
kneading dough and I could even feel the dough between my fingers which
made me think that I was the lady. She had dark hair and I saw a very rough
wooden table and a quick image inside the house which had stone walls.
I had something white on my head. I mentioned it in my class to the teacher.
Ý Then about 3 months later I was
on my computer when I got a daydream that took over my vision. I saw that
lady again and she was kneading the dough and she heard a noise and looked
up through the window in the front and sawÝ 3 men getting off horses at
the front. There was one man with a beard and untidy hair and a large belly,
one man with dark straight hair just below his ears and sort of shaped
and another smaller man with reddish curly hair and a beard. The man with
the large belly came to the door and I opened it a little way and he asked
for some water. I said yes and went to close the door back again but he
put his foot in it and pushed it open. He started to grab for me and I
was swinging my arms and kicking and he couldnít get a hold and then I
ran out a back door towards some chickens. I was tackled to the ground
and I was raped by this man outside on the ground. He then pulled off my
whiteÝ head covering and grabbed my long hair which was sort of tied around
on one side and pulled to my feet by my hair. I was dragged inside by my
hair and thrown on the bed where the two other men raped me and then the
man with the big belly raped me again.
Ý I was sort of being the woman
but then I would be watching it from another angle.I remember seeing blood
on the bed which I knew was from me. I remember seeing a crucifix over
the bed in the middle also. After the man finished raping me he pulled
out this large knife from his belt. It was sort of curved with a little
curved piece out of the end. He pulled my hair up and cut off my tied hair
in a bunch. Then he quickly ran the knife across my throat. I did not feel
any pain at all during the vision. I did not hear any noise either but
it was very clear and bright. It was like a silent movie. I donít remember
the men speaking to me at all. After my throat was cut I just dropped back
onto the bed. I remember seeing the men in the room and started to feel
dizzy and was not breathing properly. My vision sort of went blurry but
I could see them leave.
Ý I remember some thoughts that
were going through my head. I knew I was dying. I didnít feel pain but
I was feeling an emotional type pain. I was wanting my husband so badly
and I didnít know why he wasnít there with me and I knew I wasnít going
to see him again and I just wanted him badly. This entire vision was broken
up over a week and would start in a type of overlap of what happened in
the last one. It always happened while I was on my computer. The last one
I had I believe I saw my spirit leave my body. I was on the bed again and
the men were leaving. I was starting to pass out and my vision was going.
I couldnít breathe. The next thing I saw was me above my house. I saw the
roof that looked to be thatch. I remember seeing the blue sky and the little
clouds and the sun shining. I was going higher and higher and sort of turning
around slowly. The that was it and have never had that happen again involuntarily.
I can however remember all of this now and when I choose to remember it
I can see it again very clearly. It hasnít left my memory.
Ý As I read in some other recalls,
I too used to be very afraid of dying. It was a real thing with me. I would
think about dying and feel all panicky and feel sick in the stomach. My
story though is a little more complicated. I presently have a spirit who
stays with me and he is Irish also. This spirit saw my visions. I can talk
to him clairaudiently. I have a few abilities. He has told me that he was
my husband by common law in a life before. He has told me that I was killed
because of him. It was payback because he burnt down a home of an Englishman
in Ireland. They knew who did it and they waited till he wasnít at home,
to pay him back. I was killed because of his actions. This spirit says
to me that he will never let another man hurt me again. This spirit also
tells me he loves me all the time and I have an evp of him telling me this
which is very clear. I am a ghost investigator you see and have many evp
of him talking to me.
Ý I also have the help and guidance
of a medium in another state who also can talk with him. I am Australian
but my parents are English and my grandparents are Irish. I have a very
strong affinity with Ireland. I know itís a lot to absorb but I can assure
you this is all very true and I do also have proof with my evp and photos..
I hear this spirit, feel this spirit and also can see him at times. - Take
care, Tracey Donnelly
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I have had other dreams of living
in Ireland during the Potato Famine. I was small with dark hair and
fair skin. I am a young woman in an orphanage run by the English.
Conditions are terrible, children are sick & dying. Me and a
young man, tall with red curly hair and green eyes, do our best to care
for the children. One day an Englishman comes from the government
to inspect the orphanage. There is some type of accident due to the
deplorable conditions and he dies. The young man & I are witness
to this, so, rather than expose the horrible plight of the orphans, the
young man & I are sent on a ship to America. I can see the dark
wooden ships in a crowded harbor. While the ship is in the harbor, someone
falls overboard into the water & is drowning. The young man with
me dives into the water & rescues the child. In the next part
of the dream the two of us are standing on the deck of the ship & the
young man says to me "Well, the Captain will have to be after marrying
us then." I see myself in Philadelphia with the young man in
a wooden tenement, laying in a narrow, hard bed. I am pregnant &
ready to give birth soon. I am frightened because I am so small
& the child seems so large and there is no money for a midwife, much
less a doctor. I am certain I died in childbirth. Interestingly,
I have three children, but had extreme difficulty giving birth. I
was going into shock when they deliverd my second son (very large) by C-section.
A hundred years ago I would have died.
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i've had two lives in Ireland,
which explains the fact that i'd always loved it. in the life i had JUST
before this one i was a man living there, i was a physician-in-training,
unfortunately i had a "disease of the chest" and died at the age of 28
(how ironic). this is interesting because before i ever discovered that
life for a long time i would feel lots of pressure on my chest, after a
while the pressure turn to intense tingling, eventually it went away and
i didnt think anything of it until i found myself as the young irish man.
so many things made sense, like my fear of disease and so many other things
i don't have enough time to explain;
a couple of weeks ago was the last
time i got regressed, in that life i was a 5 year old irish girl, i had
a brother(who i believe is my brother in this life, and my mother in that
life is also my mother in this life, strange!) well, when i became a teenager
my mother got real sick and i had to take care of her while my brother
worked (our father had died when we were really young) after she died we
had to go live with this other family in another town, as soon as i was
old enough i got married, even though i didnt get along with the man. i
had a baby boy and spent all of my time taking care of him, much to my
dismay. my husdand wouldn't let me do anything else and i hated it, i didn't
hate my son, i just wanted to get out of the house more. well, one day
i went to the the "market", it was all outside, and the streets were very
crowded, somebody bumped into me,and i got knocked down, a man helped me
up and tricked me into walking out of the crowd with him, he took me behind
this building and he and his friend beat me, raped me, and left me for
dead. i can rememeber laying on the ground and watching the people in the
street, but not being able to scream. ~kathryn
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Ireland- In Ireland, I think I
was nearly orange-haired, crafty like a fox and fairly medium hieght. I
was a bit of a trickster and always liked to have fun in the greenland
of Ireland. If you've seen me before in your dreams, tell me. ANNAHHAY
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For as long I can remember, I've
been scared of heights. Whether it was a cliff, or ferris wheel or even
a large truck, I didn't like to be up high. About three years ago, when
I was getting into Wicca, my friend Lea told me about a reincarnation book
she had bought, and we both decided to hypnotize each other, just to see
if we had lived before. Lea wrote down my answers to the questions she
posed to me. Her questions included, what my name was, when and where I
lived, how old I was and how I died. She showed me my answers afterward.
Apparently, my name was Sara O'Toole,
and I had lived in Ireland around the 1750s. I had died, at age fifteen,
by falling from a slippery cliff, or something like that. It had fit. The
irrational fear of heights, my interests in Ireland and the way I was drawn
to that time-period. It was most definitely an experience not to be forgotten.
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I believe that I have had a dream
about a past life. The dream was so vivid I felt I was there. I believe
it was medievil Ireland. I see this girl with long gorgeous red locks.
She is wearing a long gown with decorative rope belt around the waist and
full, belled sleeves. I feel like I am watching her, yet at the same time
I am her. She/I is sitting in what could only be considered an office or
library of some sort. There are some books but not anything close to what
we would consider a library. A man enters the library. He appears to be
older than the girl but not significantly older. I know he owns the keep
we are in. There is some connection between the girl and him but I'm not
sure what exactly. The only other pertinent thing that I got from the dream
was an impression that the man must have some wealth because those books
cost more than many people cold afford. I awoke from this dream very disoriented
as though coming out of a long coma. It took me a moment to realize that
the green hills of Ireland were not outside of my window like they were
looking out of that room in the dream. - Gifted Witchy
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For over 15 years I had a horrifying
fear of death. I went to a reader and she told me it was because
I had a horrible death in my previous life. I continued to wake up
the in the middle of the night unable to catch my breath, gasping for air
over and over. Finally, after 2 more years of this unshakable fear of death
I sought out a recommend past life regressor.
In my first meeting with her I
immediately went under and found out I was a young immigrant woman in Ireland.
I was running down a war torn street terrified. Suddenly a huge man
dressed in a dirty black suit grabbed me from behind and dragged me to
the ground. I could not see his face, I only saw him pull out a large knife
from his coat and he started to stab me again and again. Each time I saw
the blade come down I would grasp for air as I did in my dreams. I began
crying uncontrollably every time the blade would come down I would cry
harder. Finally, it was over and I saw a profile of the man's face as he
got up and ran down the street with the bloody knife in his hand.
I did not recognize the man.
That night when I got home the
fear of death was gone. That was over 3 years ago and I've never
had the fear after that day. I've never gone back to find out more about
my life and what caused this horrible death. Maybe someday I will.
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When I was younger, I would draw
a picture of a cliff looking out over the sea. It was covered with
long grass and some scattered wildflowers. I would draw it over and
over, not really knowing why. I got the sense that I was looking
down the cliff to the sea. It was never really a happy picture.
Years later, my mother went to Ireland for a vacation and she came back
with a picture of this cliff. It looked exactly as I had drawn it
when I was young. I wonder if I had jumped off from there and died,
because the picture filled me with sadness and fear. -Heether
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It was almost a year ago exactly...now
how much like an urban legend does THAT sound! *grin* But, it's not...
I was sitting at my computer, and a friend of mine had just sent me an
mp3 of Garth Brooks's "Ireland" and I was listening to it for the first
time. I haven't listened to the song in a while, so I'm not sure
how the beginning lyrics go, but during the first stanza I had this flash
in my brain. I was standing on a hill and the wind was blowing.
I know because the grass was about calf-high and my ankle-length skirt
was blowing against my legs and I could feel the blades of grass whipping
against my skin. The skirt was a fairly rough material, and the sleeves
of my shirt were billowy and blowing, as well. My hair was long and
curly and a dark red colour. I had a shawl wrapped around my shoulders.
I was just standing there in this hard wind, the smell of the ocean filled
my nostrils with just a hint of the earthy smell of damp dirt. -
I was sobbing. My face was
wet with tears, my hair was sticking to my face because it was so wet,
and I was filled to overflowing with sadness. I felt a supreme and
utter loss...a new void in my life. I don't know why...I didn't get
to recall anything about WHO I was...because the grief was so all-consuming.
When the flash was over, I was sitting at my computer sobbing terribly.
I've not had any flashes since...but I've not really tried to. I
know I was in Ireland, but I don't know HOW I know this. The song
still gets me choked up. I would love to know more about this person
that I was...and I wish that I could comfort her somehow... LindsyE
KILKENNY
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after a dream that i had i believe that
we come back with the same people time and time again. i was eleven in
bed asleep when i experienced my past life.
i became my mother's mothers mother,
strange i know. it was set in the late 1800's in kilkenny, eire,
i knew in this dream my mother was dying and i had gone to her family to
ask for help as they were well off and we were not. a man wearing a bright
red coat took me up a spiral staircase and into a very nice room, as i
looked out of the window i saw a beautiful palace. then in front of this
there was soldiers hanging out. i asked for money and a place to stay.
a stern looking old women with a wine coloured shawl, grey hair up in a
bun, told me to leave. this made me very sad and crying i left. when i
got home she was dead.
when i got up the following day
and told my mother she was shocked to say the least. my great granmother
who i had never known died in the early 1900's had lived in a house in
palace road or street opposite a soldier's barracks . the house had a spiral
staircase and i described my great gran down to a t. my mother explained
that they had been estranged from that side of the family years before
she was born. later that day came the sad news my granmother died.
KILLARNEY
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I am very anxious to write you
since reading some of the articles. I'm not sure where to begin mine,
because mine is a story that spans about 20 yrs. While I would like
to note here that while this is not the only incident, it coordinately
ranks up there on my top 5 most strange experiences. I'll begin by telling
you, that because of these experiences, I was looking for my past lives.
My best avenue at the time was a book that taught you to search through
dreams, so that night, telling my superconcious that I wanted to see one
of these past lives. I feel asleep immediately and began to dream.
I dreamt that I was at a strange
house and we were having a birthday party. One of the children there
handed me a viewfinder. I looked through the toy and found myself
staring across an ancient cemetery on a cliff side, right above the ocean.
There were many crosses of a Celtic nature, and the picture became sharper
and more open, as if I were actually standing there looking at it all.
I have to admit now, that it almost seemed real. As I started to
focus on a particular name on one of the headstones, the dream made me
move over to the edge of the cliff. I saw some people in tourist
clothing and they were taking pictures and pointing at something.
I looked to where they were pointing and saw a megalith? Monument of sorts.
It was a stone structure covered almost completely over with the water,
except when the waves ran back out to sea. It had strange writing
on it, that I was unfamiliar with, but the whole scene was familiar to
me, and I knew that I was in Ireland.
I turned to one of the tourists
and asked what that stone was, and he replied, "It's a tribute to the King
of Killarney." I started to ask another question, but the tourists had
moved on down the lane, that's when I noticed an old, rundown-looking abbey.
It was boarded up. Coming up the lane towards me, however, was an
old man wearing a brown robe and something flat on his head. There
was a young boy accompanying him. I figured he was the friar, or
whatever they were called, of the old abbey. He approached me with
much determination. When the man finally reached me, I asked him right
away about the monument. "Why did they build it in the water?"
I asked. The man replied, "There was a time when the ocean did not come
up this far, and it was land." Then he grew most serious. "You
must not go looking for this. Leave things be." It was a very
cryptic warning. The boy said nothing, and they both turned and walked
back down the lane. I stood there, dumbfounded for a second, then
curiosity got the best of me. I started to follow them, and
watched as they entered the church, but when I got there, it was as empty
as it looked. This is where the dream started to fade.
The next morning, I woke and remembered
the entire thing. I was confused and even a little bit afraid.
I told my mother about it, and she encouraged me to look it up in our encyclopedia
atlas. I did not expect to find it, I haven't even heard of a Killarney,
but then I found it. A place in Ireland, in Kerry Co. right
on a lake (this is important later), and not but 20 miles from the ocean!!!
I couldn't believe it, but there it was. I figured that my search
had ended there, but I was wrong.
Several days later, and having put my experience to
the side for a while, I was laying in my mother's bed, watching her television,
when I could no longer keep my eyes open. This has happened to me
before, and it was no ordinary sleep, but more like a draining of energy
and I was powerless to stop it. I could feel my breathing growing
more and more shallow, and I started to dream of something silly. I was
well into the dream, when everything went black all of a sudden, cutting
the dream out completely. I tried to force my eyes open, but they
would not give, then all of a sudden, there was a loud "Click" in my ear,
and my eyes snapped open.
The scene I saw, is one I will
never forget for the rest of this life time. I was standing in the middle
of some knee-deep water. It was no dream. I was there.
The scene was bright as day,
and in the distance, not far from where I was standing,
I saw a castle. The outside structure was squared, not round, and
it was huge. I could see every detail of it, every rock, every crack,
plain as day. I could smell the water around me, and I could hear
birds chirping and bugs buzzing, and in the background of the castle, I
could see mountains. I was scared to death, and tried to close my
eyes, but I didn't close them, instead, I heard the "Click" noise again
and everything went black, then my eyes opened and I was standing in the
same place as before, only it was later in the afternoon now. I could
feel the cold water around my legs and in the distance, I could see a figure
in a hooded brown robe, choking someone to death, and pushing them
underwater.
I was so afraid, I tried to run,
but I could not move, so I tried to close my eyes again, and again was
met with the same problem. My eyes closed for a brief second and
were forced open again, this time, it was later still in the evening, and
I could see in the distance, peasants, commoners, carrying wooden pitchforks
and torches. An angry mob out for revenge. I'm not sure, because
at this
point, I was so terrified that I wrenched myself awake
from the dream. When I opened my eyes, I was in my mother's room
still, and I could hardly move. I looked up at the headboard and
could see, almost like an old home movie, a black and white staticy image
of an old man. I feel he was dead. His hands were crossed over
his chest, he had a bald head, and a hook nose. He was laying there
with his eyes shut, a flickering image on my mother's headboard, from a
projector that wasn't there. It scared me just as bad as what I had
experienced before. I still could not move, and I did not want to
look at the man anymore, but I was afraid to shut my eyes because I didn't
want to go back to where I had just been. I finally found strength
to pull myself up and look at the headboard.
Nothing.
I was sore. My shoulders ached
and my legs hurt. I barely had any strength in me at all. I felt
like I had run a marathon. I was exhausted, but I knew that I would
never remember the experience if I fell back to sleep, so I wrote it all
down, and even drew a picture of the castle and the water, then quite literally
passed out. When I came to, I felt a lot better, and thought perhaps
that I had dreamt the whole thing, even writing about it, but there it
was, the piece of paper laying next to me, where I had scribbled my notes.
There was a whole lot more to the experience, but time has
passed and the memories are not quite so vivid anymore,
but I will still swear until my dying day, that I was there.
This incident prompted me to look
more closely at the Killarney dream, because the time frame was only a
week perhaps between them. I looked for Killarney, and found that there
was indeed an ancient castle on the water, and there was also an abbey
close by. I've learned that the castle is surrounded by mountains
on one side, and water nearly surrounds it, but I have not found a king
or monument jutting out of the ocean waves. I am asking anyone for
help in locating pictures of the castle in Killarney, for I haven't even
seen one, or any other information about this particular location, other
than that which I have already mentioned. I think I might be afraid
to find out that it looks just like I know it looks, but I need to know
for sure.---Jeannie
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
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The
Burning Times -
The Titanic - Multiple
Lives
Mixed
and Non-specific Memories
