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The Burning Times: Europe
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Ever since I was a
little girl (4 or 5 years old) I wanted to go "home" and I wanted "my
long dresses back." I remember shopping for kindergarten school clothes
asking my mom if i was now going to be allowed to wear my long dresses
again. I thought they had been taken away from me because I was not an
adult anymore. By the time I was 9 or 10 I started having dreams about
my village being burned, and I could see the fires of small huts
peppering a hillside. It looked similar to a hill at the end of a road
in my surburban long island neighborhood which is probably what sparked
the memory. By my early teens I was having constant nightmares of fire,
of being afraid of being burned alive and I would scream out for my dad
to save me.
I believe I was
named Mary or Margaret or Mary-Margaret or Margaret Mary. I believe I
lived in Scotland. My first set of silverware I bought when married I
found out later to be a reproduction of three pronged cutlery used in
Scotland in the 17th- 18th century. I have always felt I was Scottish,
even though I am Irish/Italian. I resonated with my half Irish, half
Italian heritage. I do not believe I was burned, I think others I knew
where. I believe I was hanged. In this lifetime I've had
surgeries and one of the scars looks like a noose, curling around the
base of my neck and going up the left side to behind my ear. I am
currently a 3rd Degree HPS with my own coven as part of a prominent
Wiccan/ Gardnerian Lineage Tradition in NYS, USA. - Lady Awen
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A past life has come back to me in a very vivid
dream. It took place in the 1500's, in Italy I believe (perhaps
France).
I was outside talking with my father, waiting for a young man (my
lover?
friend?) to pick me up. We were either gypsies, pagans, or witches, for
we were going to attend a ritual/birth/wedding. My father was extremely
upset, for my safety, knowing it wasn't good for me to go. I told him I
had to, it was my beliefs, and if I was to die; I was to die. The man
came,
and I left my father on the steps with his head in his hands crying. I
was wearing lots of skirts, quite heavy I might add. Beige, white,
cream
colored skirts. A leather corset type thing, that laced up. My hair was
down, and it was long, wavy, and brown. The man I was with had long
redish
hair, tall, slender, and was wearing typical peasant clothes of the
time,
just as I was.
We reached the place, it was in the middle of
the woods, my skirt was muddy from walking in the mud to get there. It
was a large house, fires going on outside, music, dancing, drinking- it
was a highly sexual atmosphere as well, just as any "party" would be in
the 1500's. It was great, I remember smiling, talking, drinking wine-
all
the rest. I looked outside, and there were angry men running through
the
forest carrying guns, torches, anything deadly. Naturally, people in
the
house panicked, as the "commoners" (as I call the men outside) began to
burn the house and forest down around us. The young man I was with was
very bold and decided to try and talk with
them- but I told him "no, stay, we'll be safe here, even if we die"
but he ran outside. Thus I ran after him, and just then, I looked over
at a bearded man, with a huge (must have been one of the first) gun,
and
he shot me in the lower left shoulder. I clearly remember looking at
him,
and him looking at me before he shot me. All of the men there were very
violent, angry and screaming at us.
I believe I went back to my father's house, and
perhaps died there, but I'm not sure.. the rest of the dream was a
blur,
since my shoulder hurt so badly. I woke up in extreme pain, sweating
and
feeling a great deal of sadness. I have always had a connection with
italy
and france as well- I understood italian when I went there even though
I didn't know anything in italian. If anyone has any idea where or when
this might have taken place, I'd love to hear from you. Or if you think
you might have been there, I have a feeling most of us died that
evening,
if not we died shortly after. Anything would be wonderful. -Gatto
Selvatico
di Luna
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The only past live that I have seen is a serious
nightmare. I was a witch hunter. I have seen this in an
astral
projection. I am a witch in this life. I can still hear the
screams
of men women and children as they burn. It makes me sad to know
this
was a past life of mine. When I made this Astral journey it was
to
have a look at my past before this life. Now I can't stop the
nightmares
as I try to sleep. Also I am now afraid to look at any other past lives
and warn others that they might not like what they see.
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I have dreams I know are
past life memories. The reason I know that is because I feel very
different than I would if it was me now. But there is one that
stands
out to me. I am a young woman (16 or 17) and I live in Europe, in the
Middle
Ages I think. I was born a farmer's daughter, and lived under an
evil lord. I remember collecting hay one day and heard some
shouting
at me, except I can't make out what they are saying. I started to
run because of what they had said, and some mob caught up to me.
Everyone
is screaming and hitting me...But I don't understand why...Some people
were throwing rocks and I remember my head hurting from them. I
was
taken to a town square or something like that and tied up. I know
that I looked out into the crowd and saw someone looking at me that I
didn't
know then but know now..Except I don't know who that person is.
Maybe
it is someone I will know, or do know. Anyways they started to
shout
and someone lit up some straw and poured some liquid over me, and I
started
to scream...It was like having 20 heavy blankets over you and it kept
getting
hotter and hotter...Then someone threw another stone and I woke up
sweating.
I woke up and was scared out of my mind. But I know that I guess
I was accused as a "witch" and burnt at the stake. What a nice
way
to die.
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I have had this same dream
ever since I was a little girl and I need someone to tell me if this is
who I was in my past life . In my dream I was a witch and I was being
burned
by these people that were calling me names. In my dream I see my soul
drifting
out of my body and into a new body. This dream is always on my mind,
because
I don't understand or maybe I am afraid to understand, but I have to
know
the truth. Can someone help me please? Sincerely Patricia
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the past life i remember the best is not very
pleasant i beleive it was one of my most recent because i recall it so
vividly i have had horrible flashbacks many times and the first time i
dreamt it was one of the most horrible experiences in my
life
i was a servant girl or a slave of some sort for some leader he was
very
awful to everyone he lived in a mid-sized castle and there was a small
village surrounding with a nice little market and pleasant people
the"master" as i called him owned me my uncle
had given me to him so he could live he had seen me in the market and
wanted
me my parents did not want him to have knowing the things he did to the
other girls hitting raping and killing them so they denied him of me so
he had them killed he took me and i was made his but i had fallen in
love
with a young man from the village and he knew this he forbid me to see
him ever again and said if i disobeyed him he would tell the towns
people
of my identity as a witch and i'd be hanged i snuck out and went to him
and told him we couldnt see each other again we knew we were soulmates
so we bound our souls together for eternity so that when the gods
decided
we would be together again he said if i was found out he would join me
in death so we would not be without each other we made love the last
ime
and bid each other farewell i went back to my master and he had known
where
i was he beat me then did as he said he would
i was held in the prison and didn't even have
a trial after a few days they took me out this part i
remember
best i was dragged toward a large wooden platform with guards on each
side
of the stairs i looked back one of the guards at the door spit at me
the
towns people scream at me in hate and they threw stones at me i walked
up the stairs with fear in my heart but i did not let it show because i
knew my life would be better in the future with the the guy i was with
they tied me to a tall pole on the platform with my arms behind me and
around it and my feet chained to things on the floor i did not know
what
was happening then they brought tons of straw and spread it around me
and
scattered it on me a bit they declared i was to be burned alive for the
charge against me of practising arts of the devil murder and
dishonouring
the "master"
i looked out to the crowd and saw "him" and knew
i would be alright was no longer afraid to die i saw him mouth the
words
i'll be with you soon and then they lit the straw flames surrounded me
i screamed in terror i never felt such pain it was all around me i
couldnt
breathe everything went black the pain was still strong and then i woke
and when i woke i screamed out and was in heavy sweat as i could still
fell the pain all around me it eased away in about ten seconds it was
the
most horrifying experience i have ever had i feel the pain every time i
have the flash backs but i have not had them since i've met the
person
i believe actually i know is the boy in my memory ... thank you, lady
eviannah
circe
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England
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Hello, my name is Wolf Dancer. I have been a
practicing witch for three years. A few monthes before I converted to
Wicca,
I had this dream in which I was a witch being burned at the stake in
England
during the burning times. After I had my dream I started reading up on
reincarnation and the burning times. From my research, and meditation,
I found out that I was a witch named Isaac who was burned in London,
England
for practicing witchcraft. What makes it more interesting is that, from
meditating, I found out that I am related to Isaac. Sometime after I
found
out my mother told me about witchcraft running through our family and
that
she is a witch. This made sense to me and explained a lot of things to
me. When I was a little boy I would always see white lights (fairies),
everytime I wished or prayed for something it came true, and I would
always
astral project. It was because of these reasons that I became a witch,
that and I thought that I might continue the family tradition.
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One night i had a vision of Natalia, she was
a witch who lived in England she was about in her 20's and she had a
daughter
6 or 7 called Prudence and i saw with a flower and i have done
some
past life medations and seen she has shown me her book of shadows and
her
house and i she showed me how the villagers came and took her away and
i felt her pain when she was burnt. It was in the early 1700's in
England
France
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I went to paris this summer, I really enjoyed
it. Until I was one day outside the Notre Dame Cathedral and I was
burning.
I was tied to a stake and burning. I got blisters all up and down my
legs
when I got home.
Germany
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I have been researching my past life, I
know I have one, I know who I was, and I know how I died. I even know
what
my name was; It was Mishka Frolque. A german Witch who was actually
hung
In Germany for being a witch. She wore Jewlry of her times and now I
wear
them every day.
Ireland
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My grandmother reminded me of the start of my
past life 7 years ago. I was born in a small town in Ireland. I was one
of the five witches in our area. The villagers soon discovered our
secrets
and we were sent to prison. My friend Adia and I lived in a small cell
for almost a year and we were fed stale bread. I was only a young witch
at the time. Adia was fifteen. She would play tricks on the guard who
was
tending to his own matters most of the time. We were not very powerful.
We tried to escape but only ended up back in the cell by morning. The
day
of our death came on the day of my so called "rebirth" into a new
world.
September 15th rings true in my mind. Adia struggles at the rope with
her
teeth and I stood trying to reveal the mark that separated me from all
of the humans in the town. I showed the pentacle on my left ankle. The
people were astonished that I had marked myself with a sign of magick
for
life. In a way, I was set free. We were hanged that night.
In my next life my mother named me Jennifer but
my grandmother always called me Dalia. I never understood until the day
she died. She told me I was a witch and that Dalia was my magickal
name.
My mother forebode me to practice magick until last September, my
two-hundredth
birthday. My grandmother showed me the faint scar on my ankle and
I instantly remembered. That night I took my grandmothers carving
knife,
the one in which the mark had been made, and replenished the scar. I
live
again.
Scotland
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I am looking for a witch named Tabitha, 1600's
Scotland, 14 years old, need info, this is me in another life. Was
relayed
that I was an informer for priests of the castle, would like to know
more.
Thank you, Karyne
