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It began with me, a four year old, falling
asleep,
when suddenly, an extremely powerful, emotional memory/dream began
vividly
taking shape. I was in bed with an extremely handsome man. I don't
remember
his face, but I remember loving him with a feeling of scared, innocent
passion. being four years old at the time didnt help as I had never
been
told anything about sex, but I remember looking at the scene from a big
person's view. I had a skinny body, with small breasts. Dark short hair.
I'm sure the man was calling me by the name of
Tracey. I got a feeling that he was an important person in status, and
that I wouldn't be good enough for him. But I felt terrified as his
passion
for Tracey was ferocious, and I didn't really want to lose it. I can
remember
thinking..Lose what???
Years later we moved house again and a song came
on the radio. "what about the kennedys" I only heard it for a second or
two and I flashed back to the dream. Connected with that song , it made
me feel so sad and lonely, like I loved a man I would never see again.
My mum asked what was wrong. I said I didn't know who, but I missed
them
so much." I cried my eyes out. I still feel that these were fragments
from
a memory that meant alot to my spirit in a past life.
19TH CENTURY
*
I have few memories from my past lives, but not
very many. Usually, they come to me in the form of dreams, and for a
few
months I kept dreaming about this guy. He had red hair and his name was
Bryney. In one dream, we were kids, about 6 or 7, and we went to the
same
school, on a hill. There was a covered bridge that went over a stream
under
the hill (or maybe it was a small river). I think it was sometime
around
the mid 1800's. He wore glasses and was very interested in science and
books, and though he liked me, he was miffed when I couldn't understand
what he was talking about (he had a wide vocabulary). I think
eventually
we got married, somewhere in our early teens. -The Mouse
*
I'm 15. I remember 1818. my name was Lara (15).
I had 2 older sisters Jess (17) and Jenny (19). I had 2 little sisters
that were twins, Sara and Becca (7). there was a murder behind the
barn.
Sara found the body stabbed to death. after that she became catatonic,
she wouldn't eat or move. She eventually died. after she died, Becca
was
never the same. I remember a lot more but i don't have time to type it.
20TH CENTURY
*
3. I was an African-American male, after slavery but well
before civil rights. I had an affair with a young white girl who
lived in the house where I worked. I can clearly feel the RAGE
and
fear of that situation. I both wanted her to acknowledge my presence in
front of others and dreaded that she would -- it would have been me
that
paid for our tryst, not so much her. I think I let that
experience
ruin most of my life. I was never normal sexually and used sex as
a power thing. I am pretty sure I did drugs, something with a
needle,
and I think I drank. I may have boxed a little when I was
younger,
before I let my life get out of control. However, late in that
life,
I lived in or visited extensively New York, and I was healed somewhat
by
seeing my people's culture there. I felt hope at the end, and pride in
who I was. I think I died before there was really any nationwide
civil rights movement, but I lived long enough to see jazz, for sure. -
Gryphynshadow
<>*
For a while I have been having dreams that seem
incredibly life-like. I can smell, hear, see, and feel things
much
more vividly, but only in one recurring dream. The dream starts off
with
me, a child of about 8 or 9, lying in a bed at night. It is quite
hot out, and my mattress has only one threadbare sheet on it. I
roll
around but keep sticking to my sheet. I can smell the heat and
the
city. My bed is positioned underneath a window, and I kneel on my
mattress and look out the window. I see the scummy streets of a
city
and can hear people talking on the sidewalk. I can also see the
bright
lights and tall buildings. It seems to me like it is a suburb of
New York City, but I could be wrong. There is a feeling (I'm not
quite sure what it is, however) of need or emptiness, almost
sadness.
I just sit there, gazing out my window into the night, when suddenly I
wake up, and I am always in a hot sweat. The strangest thing about this
dream, though, is that I can see my hands, and they aren't caucasian,
like
I am. They are the hands of an African-American. I am
almost
certain that this is something from a past life, but I'm not sure why
my
subconscious decides to remind me of this particular incident. - Kelly
*
One day I heard my girlfriend talking in her
sleep. I began asking her questions and she would reply with a
lazy
kind of speech. She was in a trance. Out of a joke I asked
her to go back to a time before she was born, when we knew each other.
She began talking about a living room with green
carpet. She said it was the year 1900 even. She was
17.
There was a guy there too named Joe. He was 29 and apparently
that
was supposed to be me. She kept saying, "don't touch me, we're
not
married" She said Joe was a barber. Then she said her name
was Gweneth, and she was named after her grandmother.
*
The second life I remember was in the early 20th
century.
I have often seen a girl's face as I drift off to sleep-her name is
Della.
I don't know how I know that; I just do. She is my mother in my
present
life, but was my best friend or possibly my sister before. She's
very pretty, and whenever I dream about her I can sense my mother's
sweet,
loving aura around her. I first began remembering this life when I
dressed
as a flapper for Halloween a few years ago. I picked the costume
on the spur of the moment, but once I wore it, I felt as though I
became
another person. It's hard to explain, but I felt like I was "going
home"
when I put on that costume! I didn't want to return to the
costume
store I had rented it from when Halloween was over-it made me very sad.
I had been dreaming of Della's face for several years before that, but
never could piece together in my mind just where she fit into the
scheme
of things until then. We were roommates and very close. We
weren't "nice girls", in fact I think we were both strippers or dancers
of some sort. I have the distinct feeling that we were involved
in
many shady dealings, and were probably alone except for having each
other.
I also sense that we died together-murdered; although I don't know why
or by whom. We were both very young.
I often get vague images of this life when I am "zoning
out" or when I'm just about to drift off to sleep. I know what I
looked like, and I know that I was very different from the way I am in
my present life. I think that being murdered has affected both my
mother and me in our present lives-my mother is terribly afraid of
being
alone at home, particularly at night. She worries to the extreme
about somebody breaking in and coming in through a window. This
corresponds
with a dream/vision I've had of an open window that I can see the moon
out of. It is accompanied by a feeling of anxiousness and sorrow.
Until I began realizing the events of that lifetime, I had always
smirked
at my mother's fears, and always thought them silly. Now I
understand
where they came from.
Another memory I believe to be from that life is a
dream I had. At the time, I was living in a house built in
1924.
At the beginning of the dream, I was myself-in my present life, walking
towards my house. As I looked at it, it suddenly became another house-a
two-story, victorian-looking house, and I became somebody else-a young
girl, but very different from me. I "recognized" this house, and
I was overjoyed to be there once again. It was a strong,
nostalgic
feeling. I walked around the side of the house down a stone
pathway
to an old iron gate. (This gate stuck out in my mind, and I was able to
draw a picture of it later!) It was summer, very warm and sunny;
and I could smell flowers, kind of like honeysuckle. I heard
insect
sounds and felt the warmth of the sun. As I entered the gate, I
looked
into a backyard-type area. There was a vegetable garden and in it was
an
old woman. She was wearing a big bonnet-like hat and a big,
loose,
dress that resembled a housedress. She was a large woman-big
boned
and overweight. She had gray hair pulled into a bun at the nape
of
her neck. Her face was not attractive-she had a big nose, almost
hooked downward, and her eyes slanted down at the corners. But
when
she turned to see me coming in the gate, and our eyes met, she was the
most beautiful sight in the world to me. I was immediately
flooded
with feelings of love and attachment. She smiled her weary old
smile
that was immediately familiar to me and waved, saying "Come on in,
honey!"
I can't put into words the way she made me feel, just by smiling at
me-warm,
loved, comforted, cherished. It was like no other dream or
experience
I have ever had. I had the feeling of having missed her so much,
and loving her with all my heart. I felt like I was finally home
after a long journey. I think she was my grandmother, but as hard
as I try to remember more about her, or get an idea of whether she is
in
my present life; I cannot.
I went into the house through a back door. I
remember a room with a long dining table and lace curtains at the long,
low windows. A breeze blew through them, making the curtains
flutter.
I felt sooverwhelmingly "home"... I could see a kitchen with
honey-colored
wood cabinets. The sun was streaming through a window. As I
entered the kitchen, I suddenly awoke from my dream, and my first
thought
was "Oh no! It wasn't real-it was just a dream". It made me
sad, and I wanted to go back. I don't have this dream often, but
it is always the same, and I love having it, because it makes me feel
so
good. I think I was the same girl from my 1920's memories, but
younger.
:-) Sincerely, Jana
*
1920's
*
I have had many visions of past and future lives
and I'm horrified to find out whether my last past life is true or
hopefully
not. So here goes, my name was Ralph in 1925. I murdered my 3 wives and
a local police officer, I believe he may have been a sheriff. It was a
small farming community in Nebraska during wheat harvest season. I was
having an affair with the Sheriff's wife and he found out. He came out
to confront me in my fields while I was using a threshing machine. He
pulled
his gun on me and with one sledge hammer fist I stuck him and picked up
his body and throw him into the thresher. All that came out was his
head,
hand and gun. I then placed his remains in his squad car and pushed his
car into a pond or lake of some kind. His brother came out to confront
me and we fought. He killed me and put my body in a p/u truck and
pushed
it into the same lake. Awful I know but, 8 years ago I was working in a
Spiritual bookstore and meet this interesting lady who told me she was
my first wife from my past life and what really shook me up was when
she
called me Ralph and said she forgave me. I burst out in tears and we
held
each other for awhile. Now my Question to you is how can I find out if
it really happened, and better yet do I really want to know that I was
that monster back in the 20's??? I can describe the house where I
buried
my three wives what I looked like but, I can't remember the name of the
town. Sincerely, Karen E. Pearce
1950's
*
The last life I remember before my present one is
that
of a teenage girl in the 1950's. I've had thoughts about this
life
for as long as I can remember, starting around age 4 or 5. All my
life, I have loved 50's music and 50's cars. When I was around 4,
I had a little child's piano, and I remember listening to a record
album
my mom had of Jerry Lee Lewis. I always tried to play along with
him on my little piano, and I was very theatrical and serious about
it!
I also danced to old 50's music as a child, and When I was about 6, I
cried
because I wanted a pair of shoes like the black and white oxfords worn
in the 50's. I don't know how I knew about them, but years later,
when I saw pictures
of them, I wondered how I had gotten that idea in my head and why
I wanted them so bad! Around that same time, I liked to
pretend
I was a teenager, and I couldn't wait to really be one. A man
down
the street from us had an old 1950's red and white Chevrolet. I
told
my mom that I was going to have a car just like that. At
age
11 or 12, my best friend and I became obsessed with the movie
"Grease".
We must have watched that movie 15 or 20 times! I loved
everything
about it-it all seemed so familiar to me.
I didn't think much about the 50's for years; until
the night I met a guy whom I later became engaged to. We met by
chance,
although a mutual friend had been trying for months to get us
together.
He had a cd of 50's music playing when I got into his truck to ride
around.
"Great Balls Of Fire" by Jerry Lee Lewis was playing, and when our eyes
met, I had the oddest feeling of recognition. We listened to the
whole cd, but especially that song probably 10 or 12 times that
night.
By the end of the evening, I knew we would end up falling in
love.
We did, and we were together for 3 and a half years. It was my
first
real relationship, and I took it very hard when it ended. Around
that time, I had a recurring dream about being a girl wearing a yellow
skirt and white shirt. I had a matching yellow scarf around my
neck.
I was with the guy I had just broken up with, but he was somebody else
also. I was 16 years old. I've had fuzzy visions of this
lifetime
on and off ever since then. We died together, I think in a car
wreck
where I was thrown from the car. I'd be willing to bet money that
we had listened to"Great Balls Of Fire" the night we died. That
first
night in my present life that we were together was like "starting where
we left off". I have no ill feelings toward this man, and
although
I am happily married and he is too, he will always hold part of my
soul.
I'm certain we'll meet again another time, another place, as different
people. :-) Sincerely, Jana
*
1960's
*
I reached this life through good ole
meditation.
I'm not sure where it was in America, but I know it was in the early
60's...
I'm like, fourteen in this regression. I am in a girl's bedroom,
that happens to be pink and frilly. I'm wearing a white shirt and
pink pants... I think they're like capri pants. I had blonde
hair,
sorta curly, and it was tied back. I was sitting on the floor,
and
my friends were all sitting around the room listening to me as I talked
about something. I had the feeling I was some sort of clique leader or
people looked up to me cause I defied the rules. Anywho, a girl in a
skirt
comes in the room, and hurriedly shuts the door. she turns to me with
her
back against the door, and tosses me a pack of cigarettes. I
couldn't
read the name. she, or one of the other girls stuffs a shirt in
the
crack under the bedroom door while i'm getting a cigarette. I pass the
pack to another girl, and that's where it stops. It picks up
again
when I'm older, maybe 18 or 19, and I'm getting into heavy drugs now. I
think that's how I died. I remember hippies and stoners... and I
remember being at a party, wearing fringe. I died young, and I
was
reborn shortly after (1981). In this life, ironically, I'm a
goody-two-shoes!
- Raven
*
My name's Freesoul. I believe that in my
past life I was a woman named Jennie. My husband was named Mikel
(the same as in this life). They were hippies, and went to
Woodstock.
I found that out through many dreams. Mikel was drafted into the
Vietnam war, although he was against war and murder, but it was either
that or be put in jail for ten years. The tragic end to their
lives
(our lives) was when Mikel decided to go outside and mow the
lawn.
He grabbed a jacket. It happened to have been one from the
war.
He didn't even notice what jacket he was wearing. A man saw the
jacket
and went up to Mikel and shot him in his left shoulder (Mikel in this
life's
left shoulder has always hurt). Jennie was so lost without him
that
she took a lot of drugs and jumped off a tall building, thinking she
could
fly. She didn't know, but at the time she was pregnant with
twins:
a boy and a girl. Mikel (in this life) is a psychic. He knows
I'll
be pregnant with a boy and a girl twins.
*
<>1970's
*
I am 26 years old, and female. I don't
know exactly when these memories are from, but I think in the early
seventies.
I have memories of a place I've never been in this life. I
remember
a big factory type place, like a laundry or sewing factory.
Something
to do with cloth. Everything I worked with was white, like stuff for a
hotel or restaurant or something. And everything around me was
white.
Like the whole place was very sterile or something. I know I
worked
at this place. It was all women. We all had our own
individual
work stations. I had long brown hair that I wore in 2
braids.
I have other memories that I think are from the same life. I
remember
walking down a sidewalk, and I look down and see my skirt and my
boots.
Tall brown boots and a long skirt that was brown. Think Shelley
Duvall
in The Shining. That sort of thing. And I think it
was
in a big city. I remember looking out from a big executive type
building,
the walls were all glass panes. Anyway, I was looking out of the
glass, and it was pouring rain outside. I think maybe it was an
airport?
I don't know. I had to have died fairly young, because I see
myself
as no older than 30, and I was born in this lifetime in 1976. So
it was early 70's maybe. Thanks for the chance to tell it. - Pandora
*
East
Kentucky
*
I'm told that as a very small child, still young
enough to stand in the seat next to my grandfather, I "recognized" a
small
town about fifty miles from where I was born. We had no
connection
to that area and it was the first time I had ever been taken to the
region.
I called it by name, asking my grandparents if that was the town we
were
approaching. I never had any inclination to return to that area,
even though I'd been told the story. I've always had a feeling
that
some sort of tragedy happened there ... and there has always been an
"impression"
of a large brick church with five or six stone steps running the width
of the building in the front. There's a heavy, very ornately
carved
over sized wooden door on the building. In the street in front of
the building was a waiting wagon with glass sides and a pair of horses
hitched to it (eventually I saw a picture of a fancy horse drawn hearse
and identified that as the same type of vehicle). That's all I
remember.
The place is Winchester, Kentucky and I finally drove through there
again
about thirty years later. I've never had the desire to find the
church,
if in fact it still exists today. Actually, I've never been able
to make myself go into the downtown area, even though I realize that
is
where the church was or is and I am a little curious.
Ohio
*
The life before that my last name was
Winner
and I was a farmer in Ohio. I was married and had a family. I had a son
named Mel who helped me on the farm. To avoid swearing I instituted the
exclamation "Jumping Jehosephat!" which i used frequently. Whenever I
won
something I always said "I'm a winner!" I thought it was very funny at
the time. But now it just seems way too ironic.
Oregon
*
Another time, when I was much younger, about five or so,
my family went to Oregon for a visit. I had lived all my life in
Southern California. We got lost somewhere in Salem and as we drove
through
a trailer park to turn around, I had the strangest feeling that I had
been
there before. The feeling lasted the whole time we were in the
park,
but as soon as we left, the feeling went away. But I never forgot
that incident. I asked about hat one and found out I was a little
girl who lived there just before I was born into this life, so I had
died
young. I live in Portland ,Oregon near Salem today. Thank you,
Pamela
Reed Edwards
Midwest
*
hello! I am a 22-year-old woman and I would
like to share with you something that I experienced when I was very
young.
My mother tells me that when I was very little, 4 or 5 years old, I
used
to tell her about a farm house in which the staircase was the first
thing
you see when you walk in the front door and you can walk straight back
to the kitchen and right out the back door, that the chickens were
always
picking at the gravel on the driveway, and that my favorite room was
the
one off to the left. I can even now still remember that I always
wore a dress with a ruffled petticoat and loved to run in the
field.
I can even remember what the banister felt like under my fingers as I
ran
down the stairs. Now, I was born, raised, and still live in the
south
suburbs of Chicago, and I have never even seen a farm house let alone
been
inside one. However, my maternal great-grandmother was raised on
a farm not too far from where I live (and actually my family still owns
the property) and she described her house the same way. As I age,
I can remember less and less of that house, no doubt the result of my
soul
filling with new memories from this new life. I feel that I am no
doubt someone reincarnated that lived in that house. But what
time
and what relation, I don't know. --Annmarie
*
I have one very clear brief glimpse into the
past... I was a women in the mid 1870's or 1880's. What I remember is
looking
down at a long skirt (everyday type stuff not dressy or fancy) I was on
a wooden sidewalk and coming to steps down to the street. I lifted my
skirt
and saw black ankle high boots and thinking how am I going to get
across
the street with out ruining my shoes. (the road was probably 2" deep in
mud and yuck). I know I was a teacher I had two kids around 12 and 14 a
boy and girl... they were mine but we said I was the maiden aunt who
got
them after my sister died. I think it was in Ohio. I wasn't an
important
person but I was a respected person and I was happy. The skirt shoe and
mud thing I remember seeing the rest of it I just knew after seeing the
side walk and the shoes. Rather wish I could remember more on that
one.....
CHICAGO
*
I was born in Chicago in December of 1969.
There are two strange things I remember about childhood: one is a fear
of being buried alive and another was a love of all things 60's.
Several
years ago when the movie Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me
came
out I remember seeing the dress that Heather Graham wore and thinking
that
dress was familiar (the style) and not really knowing why. I
thought
the same thing when ever I saw an ad for the movie.
Some time after all that I was lying on the couch
late at night some where between sleeping and waking when out of
nowhere
I had this vision, sort of a waking dream. I was in Chicago in
1968
or 1969, and I am wearing a dress like the one in the movie (I have not
seen the movie, just the ads for it) with the exception that this dress
was white. I wasalso wearing a white headband and white go-go
boots.
Except that I was not "me". My name was Sandy. I was at my
boyfriend's house, when some of his friends came by. We were drinking
and
my boyfriend's friends brought drugs of some kind. I did not want
to take them, but my boyfriend talked me into it. I got sick, my
boyfriend put me to bed and then went to party with his friends. I died
while choking on my own vomit. They were too busy partying to
notice
what had happened to me until it was too late. When they saw what
happened,
they got upset and dumped my body in a forest perserve.
I remember feeling very angry and feeling that
I had to come back to find these guys because they wronged me.
That
is all I can remember.
*
This is the dream I had after meditating like
the psychic told me to do so I would remember my past life. It was the
most clear vivid dream I have ever had. It must have been 1910 at least
I was a young girl of 15 or 16 living in Chicago. I was telling my
mother
who was in the kitchen of what must have been a huge Victorian home
that
I was going to get the trolley and go into town to shop and have lunch.
I could see the girl she was dressed in a white high neck dress with a
ruffle bottom and a bow or something on the back waist. She had white
high
button shoes and a beautiful pin with a green stone on it. She had on
gloves
a hat that was what I call big that had something like ribbon
that
tied under her chin. She carried a small purse with a chain handle and
I could see her walking down a tree lined street which ended on a
corner
called Main Street. She was waiting for the trolley and daydreaming
when
she heard a voice say rudely are you waiting for the next trolley she
looked
up and his look flustered her so bad she hurried to her seat.
I could see him clearly not too tall dark hair,
mustache and a sharp uniform and the eyes were so familiar I knew those
eyes. Well she was waiting for her stop and it was 42nd St. or
something
like that which later I checked the old maps and there is or was street
like that there (I have never been to Chicago but that is where my
grandmother
lived) and he called out her stop and she was in a hurry to get by him
because he had a strange effect on her and when she did her purse
opened
up and all the contents spilled on the floor, she saw a shoe in front
of
her as she was picking up her things and a rude voice asking if there
was
a problem. She looked up and saw those eyes again and knew she had to
leave
and she could feel him grinning at her as she walked away.
In my dream they went on to meet at a place near
a ice rink and developed a relationship but it had a sad ending as they
were not together for some reason I am not sure on this my dream really
did not end just sort of trailed off. So I think maybe I am picking up
where we left off then,
because those I see in my dream I know I see on a daily basis in
the man I am with. There are many more visions or images from a past
life
that I have remembered and I try to make notes on all but some I don't
have time to investigate for accuracy. Must of the ones I have
investigated
where accurate.
*
South
West
See also: Civil War & Multiple
Lives for more American memories
