Past Life Memory Bank
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Europe: Russia
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Hi, I am a 28 yo Australian woman and i vividly
dream that i am a young, 8-12 yo Russian boy (when i first dreamed this
i had never heard Russian but just knew that it was Russian being
spoken around me). I live with his grandparents and parents, in a small
house (cottage) near a winding river (although it doesn't
feel/look like a big river- maybe a flowing stream).
In the majority of these dreams it is deep winter,
and the river isn't flowing. It is dark grey out and the trees have no
leaves. Then there is banging on the door- my family hides me in a
closet (wardrobe) and covers me in blankets. They tell me that the
"bears" are coming and that i must hide (i think these bears may
actually represent soldiers) i am terrified and hear lots of
exclamations. i peek from my hiding place and see large bears (maybe
men dressed in fur coats?) pushing and shoving and knocking my family
members about the room, the house has maybe one or two rooms.
the trees outside by the river have bare branches
that are low hung and sit beside the river but there is also a clearing
out front of our house before you reach the river. I have had several
different dreams where i am this boy: i am always at the same house by
the same river. Sometime i am outside in sunshine by the river, with a
white and brown dog, wearing short pants that reach to my knees. i am
barefoot, playing, just being a kid, playful, running with a snapped
branch. I have no idea where in russia i am from aside from these
details and have no idea of time, but the people who come into our
house really are very hairy and wearing dark bearlike fur... I have
always been deeply fascinated by Russian History. Thanks for letting me
share my story.
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I found your site by accident and have read several
things. I thought you may be interested in another story. Two words
about me: I come from Belarus, my name is Volha, now I am 22, I speak
English cause I am sty dying to become an interpreter. It seems to me I
have always believed in reincarnation probably because my parents had
some books with pictures about mythology which I used to read as a
child. Still I never believed that I could actually remember anything.
I don't know if I believe it now either.
But... I have read some stories on your site, the
ones connected with WWII have impressed me most, I thought of a dream
which would make me crazy in my childhood, I would see it again and
again when at primary school. It used to bother me a lot. Then it just
stopped somehow. It's actually very short and may be just a dream, but
it seems a lot like the things I found on your site. Maybe you will be
interested.
So here it is: It was always in black and white, no
color, but it a kind of appears in the very end. I am in a big, big
house, somewhere outside the city. Large windows, large rooms, very
high ceilings, some massive wooden furniture, everything looks like in
an old Soviet movie about war, but the house is extremely big, I know
it's "our house". I can see the tops of the trees outside, the large
window is open and it's somewhat windy.
I hear the wind in the trees. I am a child it seems,
probably very young, a am definitely a girl. I quickly hide myself next
to a wardrobe near the opened door, shaking with fear. It's a very
large room divided in two parts by a door, that is opened. I know the
house is full of men in uniforms and black leather jackets. I just saw
how they shot my father to death, and I am very, very scared. With the
death of my father it seems to me that my life has ended. Where do I
go? What do I do without him? I am absolutely alone (no thoughts about
my mother, dunno why).
I feel intense pain, I am so afraid they will find
me too. I know they will come here in a second and find me. I am just
feeling extremely scared, I am crying and shaking, trying not to
breathe and not to make a sound. They are already in the next room,
looking for something. I just keep glancing at that large opened window
and back at the opened door at my left shoulder. I panic. I think that
I will run away. I am on the 2nd or 3rd floor, it seems. I am very
afraid and think that I can probably escape. At some moment, when I
think I hear one of them move towards the door close to me, I quickly
run to the window, climb up and jump. I land on my arms and knees, my
head is also on the ground. The the ground is soft. Then I see some
fallen leaves on the ground, they are yellow and the grass is somewhat
brown (it's not blood, just real old brown grass). Then I think that it
is already Autumn.
That's it. Then I would usually wake up extremely
scared, cry and wake everyone in the house. I went to the school
psychologist several times, because I was very afraid of having that
dream. She said that is could be a way my brain expresses my love
towards my father. ... Well. I have always had conflicts with him, but
who knows.
If it really is some sort of a past-life memory, and
I would be asked to say at what time in history it happened or where it
was, I don't really know. The time is definitely somewhere at the
beginning of the 20th century, maybe like 20s, 30s or 40s, judging by
the interior and my dress, it was knee length. Somewhere before the
WWII it seems, the guys spoke a language I could understand.
Particular black jackets were worn by Soviets right after the
Revolution. The house was not a palace, just a very big gray house or
maybe I was really small? Looks like it could be somewhere in the USSR,
or maybe in fascist Germany, or another European country. The house and
the jackets... Hard to say... So if it is a real past life memory
I can guess I probably could be one of the millions of people killed by
the Bolsheviks, or other dictators in the 20th century. In the USSR one
could be killed cause he had a big house or thought in a different way
than they did. So it's very probable.
Thanks for your attention. Have a nice day. Best
regards, Volha.
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I was only 10 when I had this dream but it was
so vivid and so realistic that I was never able to get it out of my
head..
I remember being a little girl and running
through
what appeared to be an old building or factory and feeling very cold
and
scared. I was holding a hand of an older man that was my father. I
remember
him wearing a torn scarf, brown jacket and baggy slacks. I was crying
and
everyone was just running and running. They were all speaking Russian,
I do not know how I knew it was Russian, I just did! Then someone
knocked
in between us and I could not find my father and I was crying
hysterically
for him.
When I looked over my shoulder I saw a group
of men; soliders I think. They were all holding guns and just shooting
at people and yelling at all of us. I got up and started running. Next
thing I remember of this dream is that I feel something warm running
down
through my hair and against my neck and falling down..
After this dream I woke up crying and my sister
was shaking me saying I was screaming in a wierd language and that I
was
breathing real heavily. My mom came in and asked what was wrong and I
said
"mom they were chasing me the soliders and they got me" I told her
about
everyone running and speaking in russian and how I lost my father's
hand
then that I got shot. She told me that they could not get me now that
was
a different place and time and that I was alright now. Well that
is all, Kari Ann
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My name, though it is not the one I
use in life, is Aevae Syianna. I'm not exactly sure who I was, but I
know
for sure that it was in Russia. I've seen this many times. My sister
had
been there as well as my best friend and nephew. I was walking down an
alleyway, snow covering the ground and fluttering down from the gray
skies.
I wore a black cloak that reached my knees. I was walking on footsteps,
not leaving tracks myself. then, the vision stops. a little while
before
that, I had one that was like this: I stood at the corner of an alley
way
looking into a street. Either the street was completely empty, or I
blocked
out the other people. Barrels of food and stores lined the side of the
streets. In the corner, was dark shapes. Guards and someone being
captured.
(I'm not sure, but that is either my sister or her friend whom were
both
there at the time). I'm not sure whether you will understand or not,
but
have you ever heard of Wanderers? If you have, well, myself, my nephew,
sister and friends have and are, they. We wander the world, in search
of
new magicks, new lives, and, though I'm not sure about this, probably
escape
from the problems of the world. I hope you will email me - Blessings
upon
you, Syianna
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More European Memories:
Europe:
General, Castles
Austria,
the Balkans, Germany, Scandinavia, Spain, Turkey
England
- II
France/Gaul/French
Revolution
Greece
Ireland
, Wales
Irish/Celtic/British
Isles: Mixed
and Non-specific Memories
Italy/Roman
Empire
Scotland
Wales
See Also:
WWI - WWII
-
The
Burning Times -
The Titanic - Multiple
Lives
Mixed
and Non-specific Memories
