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    i was born in 1965. i remember dying as pastsy cline. i remember my whole life. in this life i am a guitarist/songwriter going to beale street. i play bluesfusion& write regulat songs. anybody out there?
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    Most of my recollections come through dreams, and most of them have been about one particular life.  I lived in the deep South during the days of slavery, and was the daughter of a wealthy plantation owner.  Here are some of the things that I have remembered through my
dreams:
    I was living long ago, and had a female cousin who was more like a sister.  My present day Mother-in-law was my mother, and my father-in-law was like my step-father.  My cousin was going on a trip far away, and I was invited to go too.  It was like an adventure, and I was apprehensive to go because I didn’t feel well.  I wasn’t that ill, just lacked energy, I wanted to rest a lot.  But, the thought of not getting to go, and staying at home with my step-father was too boring to imagine, so I forced myself to go. The trip was to a rather remote place, far away from where we lived.  I think we were visiting relatives. The house was full of kids, and I especially like this one male cousin.  I wanted him to take me places, and to spend time with him.  I was rather possessive of his attention.
    I’m not sure if the next part was a continuation of that dream, but we were dressed similarly (Victorian), and I had a little girl with me.  We went to an institution to visit, or perhaps do some charity work. It was a dreary place, like a basement, with cement cells separating the inmates.  Sort of prison-like, but not.  Maybe it was a mental institution.  The weird thing was, that there were lots of people there,m like in a holding facility.  There were whole families there.  They were poor.  Maybe they were immigrants. I felt a little un-safe there, and my daughter wandered off.  She was playing hide-and-seek with me, and I couldn’t find her.  She was dressed beautifully, and was a pretty girl with curls.  She was about 7 or 8.  I was very worried, and when I found her, she was with an old lady, and having a wonderful time.  She and the lady had gotten along wonderfully, and my fears were calmed.
    I found a family I knew, and there was a woman my age, whom I had been friends with once.  I had been mad at her for years because of something she took from me. It was a dish (a white ceramic bowl) which had been my mother’s.  I was upset about it, because my mother was dead and it had really meant a lot to me.  The friend pulled it out of a bunch of similar dishes, and presented it to me.  She said she had kept it because it was mine, and she wanted something of mine.  She apparently liked me a lot.  I cried tears of joy at seeing the dish, and although I didn’t understand why she took it, I was so glad to have it back.
    Further in this dream, a friend of mine ? was very upset and crying a lot.  Her husband had abused her. I’m not sure how, maybe physically and mentally.  She had been pregnant, and he had also impregnated a mistress.  The mistress was a slave woman, whom he cared for a great deal.  He was overjoyed that the mistress was pregnant, and doted over her.  He was very cruel to his wife and was angry that she was pregnant.  He caused her to lose the baby.
    My friend didn’t understand why he was so cruel to her, and why he caused her to lose her baby.  She was crying, and hated him.  She was deeply hurting.  I was trying to comfort her, and was holding her and soothing her, when she showed me a picture of the two of them from earlier.  He was a strikingly handsome man, with blond hair and blue eyes.  I remarked “my he is so handsome!”  She burst into tears.  I felt bad, and said, “And you are so beautiful”, which she was.
I was drawn to the picture of the man, and could not believe that someone so beautiful on the outside, could be so cruel on the inside.  He looked so nice and gentlemanly in the picture.  I wondered what had happened.
    A couple of months later I had the following dream… I was walking along our street outside, and noticed storm clouds above.  Then the scene changed and I was in a strange city with narrow streets. It was during another time period, perhaps a hundred years ago. There were lots of people, many of them children, on the streets. It was like a market area. I suddenly realized that my own children were scattered on the street and started frantically calling for them. A fierce tornado was forming in the sky, and I knew they were in danger. I didn't fear for my own safety, but theirs. I saw my husband with some other people, and they jumped into a ditch to be safe. I called and called, but only found my son, and we went into my grandparents' house. My son went back outside to call in the dog. I was trying frantically to explain that we needed to seek safety from the storm, but they all seemed oblivious.   The storm came, and things were swirling around the house, so much so, that it seemed to be moving itself, but it wasn't. The storm stopped, and we were okay, as was the house.
    My son and I, and the dog, went out into the street. The destruction was horrible. People were dead, most of them children. They had huddled together on the streets against the buildings, and most were dead, a few were alive. I saw one alive child hugging another child who was dead. He didn't realize it yet. I seemed to be in a state of shock, because although the destruction was horrible, I did not cry. I knew that my daughters were all dead. I felt that it would really devastate my son, who had no clue that they were dead. We found one, then another, but not allfour of them, but I knew they were all gone. I also felt that my husband was safe.  It was a very weird experience, almost like I was reliving a past experience, because I already knew the outcome, before it happened. I was not myself, but another lady, and the children and my husband were different too, but familiar. Even the grandparents were different. I could not see myself, only the others, but I knew I was in a different body.
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    Up until I was 28 years of age I experienced a recurring nightmare.  In this dream, I was a young girl, around twelve years of age, Caucasian, black hair and wearing a white dress with short puffed sleeves, a full-skirt with wide waistband, socks and shoes, and clinging for dear life to a train trestle (bridge) where a locomotive approached, roaring across the tracks above me, unaware of my predicament.  Below this precarious perch lay a rocky and a shallow creek bed.  I always awoke before falling so, do not know if I actually fell. I would have dismissed this as nothing more than a bad dream had it not been for  unexplainable fears I'd had since childhood related to crossing bridges and any body of water.
    I grew up in NJ but, never felt "at home" there; I was trapped in this state where the only way out was across some bridge.  At age 26 I married a man from down South and moved to his home state. Upon arriving there, I felt as if I'd finally come home even though I'd never been there before.  One day, while visiting a remote area there, we came across a dirt road, barely accessible and as I looked ahead to a ridge, I saw an old trestle and the creek beneath it.  It was identical to the place I'd seen so many times in my dream.  I wanted to tell my husband about it but, what good would it have done?  After that day, I never had the nightmare again.
    I don't believe in reincarnation and yet, I feel I was someone else, somewhere else but, who and where?  I've tried to search obituaries from the nineteenth century because I feel it may have occurred during that era but, haven't had any luck as records often weren't kept back then. Maybe someone would have some insight into researching something so vague as I know others have had similar experiences. Thanks
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    I can't remember much. I do know that when the dream is happening I see smell, feel and hear everything just like it was happening now. I'm around 4 or 5 years old sitting under a huge tree in the south I know this because I can smell magnolias and there are slaves all around me working. As they pass they say hello"Miss Sara". All of a sudden a slave comes running towards the house screaming "they're coming run they're coming" my father yells at a large black woman trying her best to hurry to take me to the hiding spot. I remember her saying" the town folks are mighty angered at your pa fer given us that land but he's a good man yor pa" then we were running I here a loud noise and I'm lying on the grass with blood and mud on my yellow dress thinking I hope Rosie gets that out before ma sees it. I've had the same dream at least a dozen times starting at around age 5.
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    One day I had a feeling that I was going to have a past life recollection. The next evening, I had forgotten about it. I was tired and was lying next to my partner, & all of a sudden I went into "alternate vision" and looked down at myself and saw that I was black (I'm Caucasian.) I was lying in bed in a wooden shack next to my lover, a young man. We were very much in love and had almost no possessions. Our blanket was coarse and gray. He reached out towards me and I pushed him away because I had to work in the fields in the morning. I was angry that I had to work in the fields in the morning, I remember that.
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    Unlike most people, I did not dream my past life, I remembered it. The first memory I had was when I remembered how I was murdered by my husband. I was in my home, two months pregnant with my second child when my first child called my name. As I turned around, the room was different, it turned into an old dirty cabin, dirt floors, no electricity, no windows. My daughter changed... the same face, but looking different. My husband burst through the door and shot me in the chest with a shot gun. I FELT the bullets go through me, felt and saw myself fall to the floor, then watched as my child came to me and tried to get me up. I never made peace with that memory until I met my current husband, who finished the story of what happened.
    As he told me what happened after I died, I began to remember other things from my former life. I was the wife of a plantation owner in the south. We had many slaves, one of which I fell in love with (now my current husband). I had been having an affair with the slave and my first child, though she did not look mixed, was his. I was pregnant at the time of the murder, ironically two months, and that child was his also. My husband had been out drinking all night and was sleeping with whores in town, he came home that morning and I happened to be with my lover. He found out, burst in the cabin, and shot me. When my daughter began to cry and scream, he shot her. My lover was tied to a post or a tree of some sort and beaten and left to die. He said that it took many days for him to die, and that the only thing he could think of was that he would soon be with me. In this life, I married the man that killed me. I have my daughter and son back, but they are by my first husband. I did have an affair with my current husband while I was with my first, however, my instincts told me to leave after only knowing him for a month. My ex husband did threaten my life several times with a gun, and if it were not for my strong memories of being murdered by him in my previous life, I would be dead today.
    My advice is to listen to your instincts. You remember a past life or what happened in it so that you do not make the same mistakes. If you live past a death time in a past life, you have freed the bad karma. Good luck in this and future lives.
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    I had a dream one time that I was a girl around 17 living in Southern America right before the Civil War.  I lived in a large home that belonged to my husband.  One night for some reason I couldn't sleep so I got up and walked down the hall to the spiral staircase.  I remember being terrified for some reason.  I turn around only to see my husband standing in back of me.  I know he was saying something to me but I don't remember.  He grabbed my shoulders and through me down the stairs.  The fall killed me.  I believe that that life was the life proceeding this one. I have always had a strong connection with the South. - Jess
 

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