Past Life Memory Bank
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The Burning Times

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    Hello Ms. Holland, Today I stumbled upon your web page. I had no idea so many people felt the same things I have regarding feelings of being accused as a witch in a past life. Over the years I have mentioned these feelings briefly to friends, family, and most notably my husband. I can't shake many of the images I haveÝ in my mind , and they seem to get stronger as I grow older.ÝÝ While I am notÝWiccan, I am a spiritualist -- I guess you could say, and have a very strong respect for the Wiccan, (etc.) community.ÝSome of my dream/visions are noted below:
    I remember starting to have dreams and vision at the age of three or four regarding feelings of being an accused witch in another life.Ý The location that I am passionately drawn to is England. In the first dream/vision, I am wearing very long dark skirt, lace up boot type shoes, a dirty long sleeved heavy cream-colored top, and my hair was very curly, medium brown and long. My skin was on the pale side. I remember being thin with long fingers. I feel as if I was in my late teens. In the vision, I am running through the woods. I was being chased by a group of men who had large torches. I was terrified. I remember falling over a log and landing hard on the ground wondering how much longer I could keep running. I believe my name may have been Isabel or Elizabeth. I think that I was accused of witchcraft due to the fact that others in the area came to me for "healing" as I made mixtures of herbs and plants that I grew and gathered from the woods near my home.Ý
    Another strong memory is of me as a much younger girl, possibly 7 or 8 years old. I feel like I am the same girl noted earlier. ÝI am going to visit a much older woman, perhaps a grandmother.Ý She is heavyset and has dark gray hair pulled up. She lives in an old dark wood house. I remember that it is nighttime, as I walk into her house, I find her in the back right of the one room home that has either a dirt floor or wood floor so old and thin that it is hard to differentiate. She is in a ong black dress type outfit and sitting in an old wooden chair by a stone fireplace. Old black kettles and pots hung near the fireplace. She smiles brightly, as she was waiting for me. I recall her in the process of making a broomstick out of wood brush as she sat in her chair. I think I was there to learn how to make my own broom.
    I do not know whether I was burned or hanged. I feel it could have been either. In my current life, fire is a symbol for me. I am a Sagittarius with a Leo rising sign - double fire. I have a birthmark on the front of my neck that looks like a large burn (in the shape of the bottom of a foot nonetheless) although this could allude to being hanged and I do have trouble in this life with Asthma. For some reason, I am always accidentally starting a fire (during cooking, etc.), or burning and injuring myself. It's uncanny how this seems to happen so consistently. It has gone on for years and I must remember to be very careful around flames. I am not afraid of fire however, but I do have a very strong fear of choking. Other items to note -- I swoon over the sound of a harpsichord, flute, drumming and chanting. I have an affinity for nature and gardening. My entire life I have been labeled as "different", or "weird", although to look at me and know me you'd think I was just a normal American woman. I have never been to England but am obsessed with the place.Ý Coincidentally my husband's direct ancestry is of the Cornwalls/Cornells of England. Could these be remnants of past life karma or energy? - Warm Regards, ShannonÝ
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    I had an experience the other weekend - I was with 3 women that I have come to know this past year - I was outside with one of them (the other 2 women were inside - one of them in the bedroomÝwith a middle eastern man she had been seeing) I was outsideÝtaking about how I felt we were here to protect our one friend - I was cryingÝ - all of a sudden th girl in the bedroom freaked out and kicked the guy out - she was crying and upset. The other girl inside had a past life memory that the four of us were witches or gypsies burned at the stake ...... we all went into the bathroom and felt an energy around us - the four of us have 4 daughters
    It was all very strange but felt true. The man that she kicked out of the bathroom I believe is trying to hurt my friend - he has given her lal this evil eye jewelry but not the typical protection kind - the kind that means to harm. I have now been separated from these three women because of this man. At first my girfriend said we were witches killed by gypsies and I thought this man may have also been from our past life but a gypsy would not kill a witch .... they were similar creatures were they not? Have you ever heard of such a remembrance of a past life????
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    As crazy as it sounds, here goes.
    I have always known, I never forgot my past life.  I just simply remember the last days of a past life.
I lived on the outskirts of a town in a wooded area.  My living quarters was a shack, with a dirt floor. The children would play near my shack and sometimes taunt me I never minded, it was all out just childsplay.  One day I noticed that one of the little ones was not amongst the others and dared to ask where he was though I never remember saying anything before to the children.  The youngsters told me he had taken seriously ill and the town doctor was tending to him. I gathered up my "remedies"  and had the children point the way, as to not get them into trouble with their folks.  I went to the house where I was let in (not by the mother but another lady who received permission from the mother). The Boy (about 10 or 11 years of age) was placed in of a sunny window where the doctor was performing a common bleeding to rid him of his ailment.  I approached with a nodding approval from the mother and placed a poultice that was oily and quite potent (wrapped in cloth) upon the boys chest and brought to his lips as broth of herbs that he sipped with his last strength.  The doctor did not approve and I knew my time was short. Later either that evening or the next (as time seems unrecognizable) I was taken from my shack and put into a dank barn with my head and arms placed in the wooden rack in a position that did not allow my knees to touch the ground.  The mother of the boy slipped in at some point and wet my mouth with some cool water.  She thanked me for her son had taken a turn for the better and would regain his strength. I was taken out of the device, placed on a stake and burned.  I do not remember any pain, I felt no regrets.
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    Now I don't know if this dream is something conjured up from images or my own personal thoughts in this Life, but when I awoke sweating and smelling the sensations from my dream I just knew it had to be real. I was happy in my dream, dancing in circles under the sunshine and surrounded by lush grass and flowers. I was twirling around faster and faster, clutching flowers in both hands outstretched, as a little girl was trailing behind me w/ ecstatic laughter. She mimicked me. My hair was very long and brown (as it still is even now) cascading down past my waist. I was wearing a simple blue dress and white apron. When the little girl and I went back to - I assume was our house - there was a knock on the door. The next thing I remember from the dream was awakening in a standing position, shaking my head and suddenly realizing my beautiful hair was shorn. I tried to move and couldn't. There was a shouting crowd about me but I couldn't see anybody. I was distracted by excruciating pain; I could feel my skin swell, bubble and burst w/ pain. I awoke smelling the awful stench of burning flesh, in fear, and calling out her name ( the little girl in the dream ).
    After having that dream, I aways understood why I'm so afraid of fire that sometimes I wouldn't even cook (when meat is cooking the oil will pop up and sear my flesh; I run out of the kitchen screaming when this happens.) I solved that problem by becoming a vegetarian and eliminating fried foods from my diet.  -*Dree*-
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    i'm having dreams of burning, and that i had a young daughter, cassandra. it felt so real! i was burning at the stake and i told the priest i want my last words, he let me speak, i said:  "You may kill me but you cannot kill my kind! the power of witches will grow stronger in every heart of my family line! you are killing the wrong people, we are not evil, but work for the power of good. I don't know if i can ever forgive you for what you  have done to us, i'll try, but one day, you'll be sorry. blessed be townspeople, and don't cry my little cassie  i'll always be with you all your life." it was really weird, and scary, and i woke up hyperventilating.
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    I had a very close friend of thirty-seven years get me interested in Wicca.  I am reading your handbook at this time.  I also had a past life revealed to me in a meditation.  I could see myself burning at the stake saying I don't want to die.  I could see my friend, male, watching with a
tear his eye knowing he could not stop this.  I also knew I did not want to leave him.  I think we were connected many times in the past.  He died suddenly in Decemeber shorty after this came to me.  In fact I was waiting to go to lunch with him when this visualization happened.  I was gazing at some leafless trees, it was November, and blue skys.  I could totally feel all the emotions but none of the physical pain.  Only that we would be parted again.  I would like to explore more of my past lives
and the connection with my friend.  We never seemed to be able to get to us in this life.  We both had many lessons to work on.  I am enjoying your book.   Thanks Mary
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    I recently met my sister-in-law and her half sister, we all felt a strong connection from the begining.  Her mother had called us and told us we belong together, none of us knew what that meant, especially with me just getting to know them.  We all where living on a small island in between Washington state and Canada..as my sister-in-law and I drove one day I felt the need to ask her if she was scared of drowning, I have no idea why I ask her that, I just did.  I myself have almost a crippling fear of drowning.  She told me yes she did and that she and her half sister had had that exact conversation before.  I told her that I thought I had drowned in a past life and that there were two other young women with me when it happened, I told her that I thought that was her and her sister...she told me that she had had that same feeling from the moment she saw me.  She told me she thought that we were sisters, drowned during the burning years.  I was a little taken aback, but it seemed to 'fit'.  I'd never had the feeling of drowning in a ocean or lake or any large body of water but being forced under water by someone or thing I couldn't see.
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    I have had Five past lives, but the one I am about to tell you is the most interesting. I was 23 and lived during the burning times. I had blonde hair, brown eyes, and my name was Karen. I remember having some sort of special symbol that looked a lot like a seashell. All the people thet were in my coven had one. My two best friends in this life were part of my coven in my past life. I also remember how I was caught. It was at night, and i was awakened by people carrying torches and they were trying to find me. I ran outside and they chased me through the woods. There i was caught and died. The wierd part is that where my best friend lives now is were I lived then.
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    I AM 23 YEARS OLD AND I LIVE IN CALIFORNIA.  I HAVE ALWAYS FELT A CONNECTION.....I THINK THE FIRST TIME  I FELT A CONNECTION IS WHEN I WAS 6 YEARS OLD , I HAD A DREAM OF BURNING ON FIRE AND I REMEMBER LOOKING AT MY HANDS AND THEY WERE BABY HANDS.....I WAS A BABY AGAIN ...... I WAS THEN HANDED TO A WITCH...........I STILL TO THIS DAY FEEL THE HEAT WHEN I THINK OF THIS DREAM......I HAVE OTHER CONNECTIONS WHICH I CANNOT EXPLAIN....MAYBE YOU CAN HELP ME. BLESSINGS, JEN
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   A while ago, I had a wierd "dream" if you could call it that because i was meditating at the time, but not on anything in particular. Anyway, in the dream, I was crawling around the outside of an old 1-story house. I looked like me in my current life, but I wasn't, I was different somehow. I was crawling around and it was night and I was running from a "witch-hunter". I was so scared. But that's all I remember is that tiny little flash. I have had other past-life experiences, but that was the first and wierdest one. Good luck to all the seekers of the past. ~AkakoFox
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    One night  I got the bright idea to go on a vision quest. So that I could see who my future husband would be. So I wrote this phrase down on a peice of paper, blessed it, and also charged and blessed the incense, I used lemon. My bookÝof herbs is called,THE COMPLETE BOOK OF, Incense, Oils, and Brews, by Scott Cunningham, In the back it has an index, here you would pic the herb that best suits the reason for your vision quest. I also used the incantation for the divinatory angels. I picked it up from Silver Ravenwolfs, book of angels. I folded the piece of paper and slid it under my pillow. Lit my incense and slipped into meditation. I saw a man he was in a field of flowers, it looked as if it may have been midsummer. He was remembering what happened to his wife and kids.
    He was in pain, I could feel the weight of his pain. Apparently I along with my children were put to death, for being accused of practicing witchcraft. Yes I was guilty, but the reason this stuck with me because when I came out of it I wanted to cry. His memories were real, and I coud tell had loved me very much. I could also tell that this was sometime after everything had happened.  Since this  I have discovered that my gifts have to do with  conjuring.  So I have  done enough research to know that what I was seeing was a real memory.
    In this life i wasn't blessed with the ability to make life, because I am transgender. Sometimes  I wonder  if this may have been the reason why. Not as a punishment of course, but just as a way of showing me certain things. For one this vision helped me to realize that Terri is who I am, I am 21 now, I kind of grew into her. Sometimes when I think about the things that I can't have right now it hurts, alot more than I would like to admit. Because even though I was blessed  with beauty, people i get involved with only see wat is under the clothes instead of inside. Then the memory comes back and I remember how much this man loved me. Then I don't regret practicing but I regret that I din't find a way to save myself or had at least left him with our children......

Europe

Salem
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    i went to salem when i was about 6 years old (with my mother and my grandmother). i knew nothing about salem, i knew where nothing was, my mother or grandmother both never told me aything about salem nor have i heard anythig. suddenly, i spoke out 'lets go see the nice meadow!' i had a
'vision' of an open meadow with flowers, trees, etc. i ran in a direction, past this small house and past some rocks, and then there was the field. my mom thought that i had heard about the 'field' from a friend, but i hadn't. it was pure inxtinct.
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    I have had a continuing dream that I am now incorporating into a story...my name was Sarah Rebecca Thatcher, and I had a sister named Lucy, who was twelve at the time I was 18.  She was one of the girls that fell ill, and I was accused of witchcraft by her friend's older sister...I was sentenced to be hung, but early on the day (which was also my 19th birthday, July 19), I was saved by a man that the town knew as Thomas.  I don't know how much of it is accurate, but I do know that these details are very vivid. - Kat
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    i have had this dream for as long as i can remember.  i am lying on the ground and it is cold and foggy.  it is very early in the morning and i am afraid but will not show it.  there is a door or a table on top of me and people are laughing and putting rocks on it.  every time they add another rock it gets harder to breathe.  they ask me questions everytime they add a rock but i tell them to go to hell or something to that effect.  i never can remember what it is they want to know when i wake up.  i can feel blades of grass sticking me in the back of my neck and other places and the air smells funny.  all these people are in a circle around me looking down at me and they look kind of maniacal.  they have bad teeth and look dirty and unkempt and have terrible body odor. that's about it except that the name Jonathan keeps running through my head.  then i wake up. - Strega
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    I HAD A BEAUTIFUL EXPEREIENCE IN SALEM  AFTER WATCHING THE PAGEANT OF THE TRIALS I COULDN'T STOP CRYING  I WAS IN SUCH EMOTIONAL PAIN MY HUSBAND JUST LET ME WANDER AROUND THE  GIFT SHOP A WOMAN CAME OVER TO ME  AND SAID IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO  I LOOKED IN HER EYES AND SAID BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT JUST HAPPENED SOMETHING OPENED IN HER EYES AND MINE  AND FOR A SECOND  WE HELD EACH OTHER AND CRIED IT WAS LIKE BEING IN THE  ARMS OF  A DEAR DEAR FRIEND. AND THEN IT WAS OVER  AND I FELT GREAT  COMFORT.  THESE ARE JUST SOME OF MY EXPERIENCES THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY IN MY LIFE THAT IT IS  JUST NORMAL FOR  ME.  I JUST NEVER WROTE ABOUT IT BEFORE.   I AM 58 YRS OLD AND VERY HAPPY TO BE THAT OLD AS THOUGH I WAS RARELY THIS OLD BEFORE.    THANK YOU.  I KNOW ITS NOT EARTHSHAKING STUFF BUT IT'S WHAT I HAVE TO SHARE. BLESSED BE, WyrdWoman
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    I keep having this recurring dream where I'm in Salem, being whipped repeatedly because they knew I practiced witchcraft and wore a red ribbon in my hair.  I hear "Die Kathryn!  Kill the witch!" echoing around me.  I hear one person saying the Lord's prayer and then everything blacks out.  I wake up with a severe backache usually, and oddly enough, I have faint scars on my back in a crisscross pattern. Is it possible that I led a past life where I was killed in the Salem Witch Hunt?
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    A while ago me and a good friend of mine divulged into a conversation about past lives. I had a book to do with it, and I brought it with me that night and it had a relaxation exercise and a hypnosis section.  so I sat back and let her "hypnotize"  me and she started to ask me things about what I seen and where I was. And I answered everything. I was a young woman, living in Salem, during burning times. and i remember that i had left the town because people were trying to find me and kill me. and so i moved away. and later on i came back and the people recognized me and threw rocks and such at me until i died. so i'm assuming i was a witch. it was very emotional and i was in awe. when i woke up i didn't remember anything that i had said but she wrote down everything i said and then told me. it was amazing. I'm on my 15th life now  :) and i'm only 15 years old. - Kata