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The Americas
South America

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    For the life of me I couldnít figure out what this man meant to me. Iíd go thru spells when I saw him that I just couldnít get him out of my mind, and itíd be continuous times that I saw him. Not just once in a blue moon, but for two weeks strait no matter where I went or what I did, he was present. One night I finally asked my guidance to please answer some of these questions for me. Why did this one person seem so important, why did I feel such a constant disruption when he was around? Then I had a dream, he was standing at my counter at work and he was flashing his hand around and showing his ring. It was a very old, dirty gold ring. It looked like chunky gold. It was made funny. I knew the design but I just couldnít place it. So I said to guidance again, what does this dream mean? Iíve got the hints, what is lying underneath this all? I closed my eyes and relaxed, and the answers came to me in three short visions.
    In the first vision (This are what I call the TV behind my eyelids.) Iím observing this scene of a very young woman of Mayan or Aztec origin. I knew it was somewhere in South America. Sheís sitting in a house type of hut, and sheís poking something with a stick. She has got shoulder length hair and she is only wearing a skirt. Her face seems very broad and sheís very dark skinned. Now the first thing that strikes me funny about this is that her hair seemed short. That seems all wrong, but Iíll continue. In the next vision, she is being picked up by what seems like a lover or husband and gently placed on a bedding area. In the last and most upsetting vision she is at the top of a pyramid, and sheís literally being thrown down the steps. I was distinctly aware that she had been accused of some kind of unfaithfulness. Her hair was longer in this vision, so this had to have happened a couple of years after the first vision. She was/is me and now I understand.  How do you deal and what do you do with this information once you get it? I just canít go up to this other man that I really donít know well and say ìHey, you killed me in a past life.î Of course, this explains my fear of steep stairs.
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    I have one definite very clear memory of a past life.  Someday I hope to find real evidence of it in my life now and I am very, very close to it.  My memories come to me not in dreams of the deep sleep,  but in that time you know where you are awake/asleep-I know it just can't describe it.
    My name was Alice Hubley.  I was a governess or baby sitter or whatever to a missionary family that was living in an old plantation house possibly in Central or South America at the turn of the 20th century.  I was accused of arson,  of setting fire to the house with the children inside.  I was not guilty,  the fire was set by some natives that were resentful of the missionaries.  I remember hiding the children in the attic.  I put them through a hole in the ceiling.  Whether or not they died, I can't remember.
    My memories come in bits and pieces.  I saw a grave stone with a celtic cross on it with my name engraved.  I saw my birthyear as 1849,  but I floated away across a stone fence before I could see the date of death.  The church yard looked like some I have seen in pictures of England or Ireland. Most of my memories of this time are few and far between,  but vivid as memories I have of this lifetime.. Someday I will catch up with myself, my past self.  Thanks for reading this,  it is so hard to tell these things to most people, they don't understand and probably think I'm an idiot.  But I know better and that is really good enough.

AZTEC
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    The funny thing is I have always hadÝa strong interest inÝthe ancient Mayan and Aztec IndianÝruinsÝand have longed to travelÝthere for years. In the last two years,Ýif I hear music from that area, likeÝpan flute type music I feel mesmerized and almost melancholy. If I happen to see pictures or television documentariesÝon the ruins I feel very emotional andÝhave feelings of homesickness - it's weird. (I've never travelled out of Australia, sadly.)ÝI've since done another meditation and saw myself as a young male aztec indian with straight black hair wearing some kind of loin cloth and circular beading on my neck/chest. I seemed to be making some kind of spear. IÝheardÝaÝword that sounded likeÝ"hexapotil"? AgainÝI investigated and came up with a similar word forÝtheÝAztecÝsun god, Huitzilopochtli. I swear I had no previous knowledge of Aztec/Mayan history. I feel a yearning to visit there that is getting stronger all the time.I have enjoyed reading about all the other past life experiences - its truly fascinating.
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    just wanted to share a few tidbits. in my town (milwaukee, wi) there are travelling musicians that play aztec and peruvian flute and guitar music, since i was young this music has mesmerised me, i can sit and listen and all time and people and surroundings melt away and it's just me and the music. i even sometimes feel the need to dance to it. i can "imagine"  it reverberating off the mountains,(there are NO mountains in cheeseland) and wafting through the wind and to my soul. the music is so familiar.  i visited a psychic and without any mention what so ever of my favorite musicians, she told me she saw me in a life in peru, in the area of machu picchu. needless to say afterwards i was amazed. considering every time i have ever seen pictures of those mountains of macchu picchu i get a strong feeling of missing them and i sigh. (homesickness?)
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MAYAN
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    In 1973 I had just purchased tickets to go to the Yucatan to see the Mayan ruins. Coming home, I layed down to take a nap.  Very similiar to the Egyptian vision I had as a child, a cloudy mist opened in front of my eyes & I was suddenly in the body of a Mayan man, about to be sacrificed in a ritual.  I was very frightened.  I saw a ceremony on the top of a temple where the priests, dressed in elaborate feather headresses and carrring insense move towards an alter on the large terrace of a pyramid.  I look out & see the panorama of the jungle below.  There is a statue of what looks  like two jaguars stuck together in front of the alter.  One of the priests is carrying an ornate sacrificial knife. When I got off the plane in Merida, Yucatan, I was overcome with a poignant sense of having come home after a very long time and that these small brown people were my people.  The first day of the tour we were taken to Uxmal.  Another girl I met on the plane & I seemed to have an instant affinity, like we had known each other forever.  On arriving in Uxmal we walked around the city, and seemed to know our way around without a guide.  We were taken to the top of what is called the Governor's Palace by the Spanish (though it was no such thing).  There was the exact panorama of jungle I had seen in the vision & the alter was two copulating jaguars.  The guide said that here at Uxmal was the only place the Maya sacrificed to this particular form of the Jaguar diety.  They did so once a year when the planet Venus rose between the joined backs of the jaguars.   Many other things happened on that trip, but this is going on too long now so I will end it here.
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    I remember having a life in the Mayan civilisation, I was a person of high rank(a male) I think it was a priest who conducted ritual sacrifices(or adjudicated them) Also I was one of the champions of the "Ball Game" that they played, if you lost (by not hitting the loop on the wall, like basket ball) you were taken to be sacrificed, I was really good but I took too many risks and eventually lost and was subsequntly put to death on the top of the zigeratt (sacrificial pyramid). From that life I think I have to overcome feelings of superioity from being a "high Priest!"