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North America
USA, East

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Hello,
    I am not sure when my life started I know I was born in a small Northern American town in the 20th century. My first memory was of meeting my soul mate, he was a musician a lead singer and maybe a guitarist. My friend in this life was there too, she was also attracted to him. When I looked over to her I saw her in that life and then a flash of her putting her hair up in this life. Anyway he was performing for some sort of function and pulled me up onto the stage to dance with him and I could literally feel him pressing against me, holding me, and feeling like we completed each other. Then it changed to us dancing at our prom, and then our marriage.
     I believe we moved to either New York City or Philadelphia so he could pursue his career with his band and maybe I could take some courses or pursue college. You see he was my focus nothing else mattered to me but him. I do think that maybe I was a waitress, I don't really remember.
    Anyway one night two thugs attacked us early like two or three in the morning. I don't know why. Thinking we would die they ran away as police and ambulances came. Luckily neither of us died and my baby which I was a month or so pregnant with was alright too, although my asthma  for some reason got worse after that.
    After our child was born I was bed ridden and barely able to breathe. I was hooked up to machines in a hospital as my husband watched me slowly fade away. I died young somewhere between late 20's or early 40's. I remember looking down at him at the church holding my funeral, all I know is that he followed me shortly after. As for my child, I have no idea where she is or if she is ok, but I do know my child is still alive somewhere.
    After that, I have had flashes of that life now and then. Moments of my childhood and adolescent, I had an older sister, we were both fair with black or dark brown hair. Also moments of my life with my love, images of our love and passion. I haven't found him in this live yet, but I know we will find each other again.... B.R.
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    one took place in the american revolution .....i was an old woman a colonist and i was really sick i guess and getting ready to die.....im guessing that the british came through my town and some of my grandchildren were in the house with me .....they set fire to it .....i remember the scene in flashes.....i remember running through the house on the first floor and not being able to get out ....then i guess i just figured....i'm old let me just go to bed and accept death......i went into the bedroom to lie down and i could see the smoke filling up the room and one of my grandchildren was with me.....she was so pretty curly sandy blonde hair and a little bonnet about 4 yrs old.....i think the others got out but she didn't want to leave me and i guess she died with me in the fire......i dont remember burning cause i woke up....i guess god doesnt let us remember those things and thank you god.......
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    I just wanted to share a recollection I have of my past or what seems to be one of my past lives. I have been to New England many times before; however, I live in Arizona. I have never felt at home here and for as long as I can remember I've always felt like I belonged there. It's really awkward because certain scents or sights all of a sudden will bring up feelings or emotions that are inexplicable. I have never really had any visions or anything thing like that...just overwhelmingly powerful feelings. I even get homesick for someplace I have never even lived before...Yet I cannot even remember any specific events.
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    i dont exactly know what i saw but i think it was my past life . I didn't see it in a dream but in a mirror i was in my bathroom and as i was about to leave i checked to see how i looked in the mirror but when i looked in the mirror the person i saw wasn't me. well it was but i looked very different. my face looked very beautiful my complexion was very clear and my face rather pale. my hair was up and i had a bonnet on i looked poor but very happy in the reflection that i saw .the backround i saw was very olden possibly from the early days of settlements .  my name was prudence. i think the place i saw was salem...please help me understand more -Liz
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    I am a young woman in my early twenties who has had reoccurring dreams since I was around the age of ten. These dreams are very vivid and all revolve around the same place and time.  The time frame in these dreams is around the early 1800s. My instinct tells me the year was around 1812.  The place has to be on the east coast of the US.  There are these huge houses and cliffs around them that tell me it is either Maine or Massachussetts.  In these dreams, I am a young girl around the age of 18 who is from a wealthy family.  In these dreams, I respond to the name Regina.  Last name unknown. Now keep in mind I have been having these dreams for about 13 years and I have kind of pieced them all together to come up with a situation that must have happened in another time before this life.
    In one dream, I am outside my home and I come across a boy of lower status that I instantly recognize. We have met before and become very intimate.  In that dream, there is always a feeling of shame, like I know he is not someone that the parents would approve of because he is not a man of wealth.  His name is Walter.  In another dream, I am living with Walter in a shack, we seem to be married.  I am no longer in contact with my family because of my involvement Walter.  I have also had a very disturbing dream that details how this previous life with Walter ends.  There is another man involved, name unknown, who seems to be a friend of Walters.  I am in love with this other man rather than Walter and become intimate with him.  Walter finds out and is furious.  In the heat of his rage, he ends my life.
    I have often wondered why I have these vivid dreams over and over.  I have even tried  to research ME and MA to see if these people or this event was ever documented.  But without last names I have had no luck.  Something tells me that the event happened in Salem but Maine comes to mind.  I know around that time period that Maine and Massachusetts were connected.  So as you can imagine, I have many questions in my mind.  So I am wondering who the other man was and if he was also reborn.  I also wonder if my luck with relationships in this life has anything to do with the bad ending of a relationship in the previous life.  I am wondering if anyone else has had such a vivid dream of a previous life or could give me more information about ways of researching databases in Maine and Massachussets.  I live on the west coast and have never been to the east coast.

Maine
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    i took part in a past life regression and remembered a time in 1864. it was in that time in maine, usa that i was 15 years old. i was a female with light skin, plain looks, but expressive eyes, and dark wavy hair.  i grew up in a household outside of the village, all i was aware of being there was my mother, but i don't necessarily think i didn't have a father or siblings. we were less religious than the norm, so we were "odd". i was given a kind of a different name which was cara.
    then i remember being older, looking pretty much the same. i was married, had a young girl, and was pregnant. (i think with a boy!) we lived in maine still, but further out. in the foresty area, near the ocean. my daughter we named shell because we love the beach. she was very happy happy! almost strangely, like pearl in "the scarlet letter". we were an earthy family, and my husband was a hard working farmer for us. he was dark looking, from a european country. i kind of remember his name being robert, but i'm not sure if that was a name we just used for him. i remember i wove rugs.
     if anyone remembers that time, or me from the descriptions i gave you, i'd love to hear from you. i'm looking for my mother, shell, or my son.. i'm pretty sure i've found robert. thanks!

Massachusetts
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    I have lived many lives, but one always comes to mind. My name was once Margaret Hutchinson, I lived in Boston Massachusetts during the road to independence, (1754-1782). My father was Thomas Hutchinson the royal governor during that time. But because he was a federalist he fled to England in 1774 and left my mother, brother and myself in Boston under the care of his dear friend Andrew Oliver. I later married my love Jonathon. I long for the day when I can see him again. I would love to go back to that life, times then were just so romantic. - Margaret (Paris Lauren)

New York
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    Perhaps this story is not quite as interesting as some others you have received. I am looking for answers more or less. Let me explain. I was working as a professional drummer some thiry years ago and one of the gigs required that I travel from Staten Island, New York to Peekskill area of New York State. As I reached Peekskill I had an overwhelming feeling of having lived there before. The hills, the rivers and trees all felt familiar. I was immediately covered in goosebumps. My hair felt as if it was standing on end.
    I never really considered or even thought about reincarnation before and didn't give it much thought until years later when I returned to upstate New York. I can still feel it. It seems that the Hudson Valley area is where I lived in another life. Do you know of any other people who have had these sensations when in that area? What am I feeling when I pass through there? I have told my friends about this and on playfully refers to it as my other home. If you have any thoughts I would love to hear them. Thanks, K. J. Pesile
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    I had a recurring dream where I was in the bathroom of a large house. I was looking out the window, which had a wrought iron frame. Then I walked into the lavish bedroom and could see a balcony, a garden and a part of the house that came up into a tower shape. It seemed blue out. Like it was a rainy fall day. After the dream I woke up with such an overwhelming feeling, I immediately drew what the house looked like. About 2 years after that I was going sight seeing in my local area and ended up at the Planting Fields Arboretum (Long Island, NY). My family and I took a tour of the house, The whole time I was getting a familiar feel from the surroundings. And eventually came upon the rooms I had drawn. It was odd. I often get flashbacks of places and times or even people, but I never feel as though I may have lived there. Thanks, Natalie

Pennsylvania
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    i don't remember recalling this past life but my family likes to tell the story...in 1976 it was the bicentennial, my mother thought it would be neat to take my brothers and i to Philadelphia to see the sites and take in a little history. my aunt (only 11 years my senior) was about 15 at the time i was 4.  we went to all the touristy places and eventually came to Betsy Ross' house...my aunt asked me if i knew where we were and i looked at her incredulously and said "of course i do, i used to live here" and proceeded to show them all around.  i guess i  may seem foolish for not looking into a past life therapist i guess i never thought i needed any more info, but now i am curious as to who exactly i was at that time