Past Life Memory Bank
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ASIA

GENERAL
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    Thanks for creating this resource! I could only describe my experience as a past life. When I was very young, I could not go near water at night.  Not even take a bath by candle-light and moonlit strolls on the beach produced full blown panic attacks. I feared getting into water above my waist and when I was 9 I was pushed into the local pool (the person hoped I would learn to swim) but I sank to the bottom without fighting and even now I cannot recall what I was actually thinking at the time.
    When I was 18, I started a lot of meditation work with crystals and while visiting the Middle East I had a dream that seemed far too detailed and real to be just a dream.  I was a girl, mid-teens perhaps, with dark hair and brown skin wearing a white toga-like dress. I seemed to be on vacation on an island with my family.  It seemed our entire civilization was on vacation because there were so many people on this small island not working. Toward the center of the island was a large hill that seemed to have plateaus carved into it where people had tents erected. I remember looking at this section of the island and knowing my place in the culture by our location which was between mid-way and ground-level which seemed to indicate that we were poor but not the poorest.
    I remember feeling the joy of no longer having to meet my lover secretly and passed a cluster of bushes close to the shore of the island.  These bushes did not have leaves and almost seemed dead but they were covered with cloths, some old and some new. I knew that this was the way the bushes should look and there was a custom that lovers serious to become mates would tie a strip of cloth (ribbon-like) to one of the branches.  It was a sacred act and it pleased me to look at our ribbon.
    I remember meeting him at night and arguing, the pain and anger and jealousy.  He was from a wealthy family and they convinced him to accept a marriage arrangement to another woman. I remember being in a tent with another female, young and close to me (sister perhaps) and crying in her arms and then people yelling, screaming, crying outside of the tent.  The events seem jumbled at this point where it seems like pure chaos as everyone is fighting their way to the top of the carved hill.  My family and I are running up-hill until the water reaches us and we hold on to an old, sturdy tree trying desperately to climb it.  When my family reached the upper branches, I look around and there is just enough moonlight to see flailing arms and legs, bodies being pushed by water and my lover helping his family and a young female I assume is his arranged wife.
    I give up.  I let go and let the water carry me away but I must have been pushed to calmer water or just could not feel anything anymore but I could still see, the water covering me, the moon.  Then I see my lover reaching for me and I suddenly start to panic and try to reach for him but I can't move my arms then everything turns black. For the longest time I felt conflicted about this dream because it seemed too real to be just a dream but I couldn't imagine a scientific explanation of a flood without a storm until I saw footage of the tsunami 12/04.
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    The second dream was totally different.  I was female in this one and on a beach.  I feel that the country concerned was Far Eastern as I appeared to be Oriental in origin (this was interesting as I was once told by someone who read my aura that I was Japanese in my last life and as a child I was once mistaken for Chinese, even though I don't look Oriental at all).
    In this dream I was hiding in some sort of dug-out under the sand, which was covered by a sort of sand-dune with grass on top of it.  With me I had my young son.  I know one of us had a broken arm, but I can't remember now whether it was my son or myself, but I think it was me.  My son was roughly the same age as my son in this life was at the time.
    I was aware that I had also had a daughter, who again was about the same age as my daughter in this life, but she had been killed just before we fleed our village.  We were hiding from soldiers (some sort of mercenaries in combat gear - again, they were Oriental) who had massacred our village.  The 'village' was basically a collection of straw/grass huts on a dirt-track as far as I could ascertain.
    I was trying hard to stop my son from making any noise, as the soldiers were fast approaching and soon they were literally running across the top of where we were hiding. That is all I remember, apart from the incredible feeling of fear I had throughout this recollection.  I was very concerned afterwards because of the loss of my daughter in that life - I was worried that it signified a similar loss to my
daughter in this life.  I wondered if it was a message to me to take more care of her, or of my children generally, but it was impossible to know in what way, or when, or how, or whatever. - Julie E. Lewis
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    I am not sure if this is a past life, or just a strange reoccurring dream. When I was younger, say between the ages of 4 and 8 (I am now 16), I would regularly have this dream (say once a month or so).  I was somewhere I knew was 'home', but it was not my home, and I have only ever lived in one town, and two different houses.  Usually it was night, or evening, and I would look up and see the most beautiful sunset (or sunrise, perhaps?), with the silhouette of oriental-style buildings (Japanese, I think) with the flat roof and curved edge to the it.  I would be quite happy, concentrating on one particular building (large, with a number of levels, taller than the others), until I saw flames lick at the base of the building.  It caught light so quickly, I remember calling others, alerting them, but it was always too late.  Then I would wake up.  I've not had the dream in many years, I miss it in a way. ~Mayrie

CHINA

INDIA
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    hello, i am Harkirat Ratol, 21, from Chandigarh, India. i would like to share my own incident about PAST LIFE
    i was born in a village which is on the bank of a big canal, ournearby big city is Ludhiana (Punjab, India). my parents tell me that
when i was 1-2 years old and had just started to speak, i used to say that i am going to LUDHIANA, i have my business there to take care of, then my parents use to ask "where do you live", and i use to explain that "i live in this tight street, my house is 8th one on that
street" and "i have 3 grandchildren". they told me that i also use to say that i explained i died because my jeep fell into the canal near Rara sahib ( a religious place on the bank of same canal, some 15 kms from my village) when i was coming back to ludhiana from rara sahib. i was afraid of bathing during my childhood, especially water poured on my head.
    i don't remember a thing now, and we are living in the state capital now, but i often dream about canals and water regularly.....
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    There is a lot in a name. My whole life I have run from mine trying to escape the teasing until recently realizing that I was given this name for a very good reason. We all are. There are two reasons why i was given the name i was. My mother was not supposed to be able to carry a child to full term, she has endometriosis, the doctors told her it would be a choice, her life or her childs. She miscarried thrice before me and when i came to full term, the labor got so complicated, they cut me out soo hastily, that i can still trace the gash in her stomach to this day, i can still pinpoint the second bellybutton she has now because of me (I'm indian, i was born out there, so you know, conditions very different, she wouldnt have the scar had i been born in the US). I was not named for the first 8 months, they consider it bad luck.
    When they finally did name me they chose upon Iti (pronounced eethee) meaning the beginning and the end as they supposed i would be the only child. They also named me Iti as the nickname for a goddess in Hindu mythology, her name is Saraswiti, goddess of knowledge and wisdom, she is always depicted with a sitar, which oddly enough mirrors my real life determination to play guitar, i picked it up when i was 11 and without lessons have been playing for 10 years, contrary to piano which i took lessons for 6 years in and never could play more than mary had a little lamb.
    The Iti part comes from the end of her name. 9 years into my life, being the odd child, the kid that never smiled in pictures and said odd things, I begged my parents to bring me MY sister, not A sister, MY sister. They remember it like it was yesterday. They said it was impossible, that my mother couldn't bear children after me, that she would be getting her tubes tied. A week before she got her tubes tied, she went in for the preliminaries, she tested positive for pregnancy, much to everyone's surprise. I was soooo excited, i spent hours with my head against her stomach, hearing my sister swirling around in her amniotic sac, speaking to her through the membrane of skin. The day she was born had been scheduled since they would not attempt natural birth with my mother again. My father being a doctor actually delivered her, when she was finally born my parents decided to do the same as they had with me and leave her unnamed for a short while.
    The second of her birth, I was outside the hospital, I remember running in without anyone telling me she was born, I remember running in and asking for my sister, Somya. To this day, the whole family agrees I named her, to this day I don't understand how i could've come up with that name at 9 years of age since Somya is the nickname for the goddess who is the sister goddess to the one I'm named after. Somya is the shortened version of Laxmi as Iti is the shortened version of Saraswiti, and Laxmi and Saraswiti are sisters in Hindu mythology, I didnt know that when i was 9, how did i name my sister the actual name of my sister? Especially when my parents decided not to name her right away?
    I'm by no means suggesting these goddesses actually existed and that we are the souls of them, i just think we both knew each other in a past life in India before and that I wanted her to be born as my sister therefore I labeled her my sister as soon as she entered this world. It's just to weird to be anything but that. And after her birth, being that my parents are doctors with no time really, I was left to raise her so for all intents and purposes, she is my child though she did not come from my womb. I KNOW she and i were together in a past life, I KNOW i was put in this one with her to learn something from her. thank you for this webpage, it has been intriguing to say the least. Iti-NYC
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    India- It feels like I have this alter ego inside of me. Her name is Shahar Kali Vindra. I know that my past life revolved around India (and a few other places) around 900 years ago. Shahar has raven black hair, very tall, and golden eyes keep envisioning in my head. Somehow she died but if anyone has had a dream of such a dark lady, please tell me.  ANNAHHAY
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    I have always been afraid of sunken ships.  When I see movies or shows with divers exploring sunken ships or finding the dead aboard sunken ships I get very sick and agitated and cannot watch.  It is not the Titanic.  I know it is not.  I feel no connection to that ship at all. I believe I lived in India.  I told my parents when I was five years old that I wanted to pierce my nose.  They wouldn't let me.  I did it when I was eighteen.  I surround myself with Indian decor - right down to the comforter/sheet set for my bed, a large poster of the Taj Mahal, and various god/goddess statues in my room.
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    The ancestors in my family practiced a macarbe ritual of burning a widowed bride on the funeral pyre of her husband - called 'sati', family legend has it that one such bride on her way to the pyre cursed the family - and forbid it to wear the color yellow. (This is a strong practiced superstition in our family - no one wears yellow - and i have never ever worn the color.) I had an experience that lead me to actually wittness this scene - I was either her or some one else she was vey close to.It seems a kind of subliminal mission to nutralize this curse-specially since i love color and very often the one that unbalances my puppet shows or anything i create is the absence of yellow. I would be intrested in knowing if any one is doing work on 'color curses'I myself would be happy to share my work on it. Thank you and blessed be, Varun.
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    This is a real true story in my life, which i cannot forget. I was an adopted child, and was loving my father (foster) very much. We both shared same interest and loved each other so much. He used to call me `vacchi' , which no else called me. But one thing my father used to tell me was I will come back as your son. It so happened in the year 1989, i lost him before my marraige in 1990. He used to come and speak to me every night, almost and remind me that he is going to come back. I thought it was a dream, but it was true , the day July 13th 1990, i was in a bus, it was around night 11pm or so. It was pitch dark, and i saw a bright light, and i could see my papa, who was white, so trasparent, formed into a male baby and entered me. I conceived, though i had periods at the time my father entered my womb. It was a miracle in my life. My father 's first word was not amma but vacchi. It is true that rebirth is there and souls know the existence of the other soul. I would like to share this experience with others also. thanks, Vatsala Iyengar, Bangalore - India.
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    I HAVE THIS REOCCURRING DREAM THAT I AM A RICH MAN IN PERSIA OR INDIA, I AM IN A PALACE WITH TAPESTRIES OF RICH AND EXQUISITE COLOR.  THE FOOD AROUND ME IS RICH AND SWEET, IT HANGS HEAVILY IN THE AIR.  I AM IN SUCH A STATE OF PEACE.  I BELIEVE THAT I AM MEDITATING WHEN SOMEONE COMES IN.  INSTANTLY I AM A WARRIOR, THIS PERSON HAS DONE SOMETHING WRONG.  I HAVE MEHNDI ALL OVER MY BODY AND IT BEGINS TO GLOW.  THE SPIRIT OF KRISHNA HAS CAME INTO ME AND I AM HIS INSTRUMENT.  I ALWAYS WAKE UP BEFORE WE BATTLE THOUGH.

JAPAN
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    Well, I guess I’ll share mine. I’ve had this vision only twice, and it’s always randomly (the first time I saw it, I was brushing my teeth and the second time, I was sitting in the park). It’s never left me and does somewhat explain some of my interests. I’m an Asian man, wearing a navy blue kimono and slippers. I’m sitting on a wooden porch possibly outside of my house with my arms wrapped around my knees as I look in front of me. There are cherry blossoms, some with pink blossoms and others with orange, so I think I’m in Japan (but I might be in China). I have this irrational notion that the time era is in the 1800s because a little blonde boy in a suit outfit, brown tweed with khaki knee-high socks and a matching hat, was playing with a small red ball and stick. A puppy, a little shiba inu, is also playing with the boy. A couple walk by, and the female waves to me. I waved back and said, “Subarashii desu, ne?” (I asked around and found out I had said, “It’s a nice day, no?”) They walk away.
     It’s not an extravagant vision, but it’s mine. I wish I knew what else happened in that life besides the simplicity of it. Oh well. However, it does explain my fascination with the Japanese culture, as if I know it already, and my other fascination with Victorian times, a time where the Japanese was socializing with Western culture. Both intrigue me and I do wonder if this vision just means it is because I had experienced it first-hand and enjoyed it. - Stephanie
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    I remember in a life where I was Japanese. I know I was well off, as that's what I was told about that life and it seemed right. In this little memory I'm kneeling in a room. It's dusty, probably not used for more than storage. The floor is dark wood in here, not sure what it's made of. There is a box in the corner, which is what I'm kneeling in front of. I'm wearing a kimono, a bright one. I get the feeling it isn't appropriate for my to be in here like this. I really want to see what's in this box, but I don't know what it is. I haven't yet opened it in my memory, though the word "comb" is continuously popping into my head as I think about it. I can smell the dust as I move about in the room, and hear faintly people moving about, probably looking for me, or going about their business, as we had servants here.
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    I was standing there in my current body i felt somthing soggy against my feet. I looked down upon the ground were pools of blood and bodies. All were wearing japanese armor. there was flame and dirt everywhere. It was hot out. I heard dying cries and horses. A horse galloped toward me fast and hard. A woman sat atop it long black hair tied back in a high ponytail wereing red armor and a bloody sword. she commanded troops with armor like hers. A light shone from her and immediatly i was sucked in with a horrible rush. Soon i was her, i felt the horse beneath me and the movements my body made that i did not remember comanding it to do. I lashed out with a sword killing enemies quickly. The horse beneath me leapt over a fallen tree that was aflame.  it was hot. One of the enemies got the better of me and struck me down from my horse. I received a cold steel blade right through my chest. it hurt. somthing cut my shoulder, a rock i think. The man above me let out a cry of pain and fell. another man that i somehow recognized came into my blurry view, i cried. he bent over me hugging me close i could hear him speaking.
    "please please dont leave me. i love you." he whispered I asked him to be strong to please not weep for me but he did he lay over me against the ground and wept. An arrow came sailing through the air. it hit the back of his neck with a sickening sound. He died upon me and i wept loudly. Yet anouther man came and rose his sword high above us, a smile on his face. He drove it down through the other man and through me once more so i died and i was released once again standing on the battle field staring down at myself and him. Suddenly i awoke with a scream, a quiet scream. my face was wet with tears and one of my favorite statues, a small prosiline one of a tree sheltering a wolf,  was shattered upon the ground. the strange thing was the statue was on the other side of the room.
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    Here is a what I truly believe to my past life. Ever since about the age of 10 or 11. I have always been fascinated with Japanese culture and people would call me strange because I am not of Asian descent.  I wasn't until I was picked up a picture book of Japanese scenery when I saw a Shinto shrine that looked extremely familiar to me.  Even though I had never even traveled to Japan. The scenery the buildings, language and the overall culture just seemed so fimilar to me. Like I belonged there, that was my life, that was my culture.  I would dream about walking through the streets of old Japan, partcipating and holidays and special events. I am pretty sure, I lived in Japan around the early 1900's.  And I believe my name was Kazuhiko, i hear that name quiet a bit.
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   It is almost two years since I had this dream. I was watching down in the inside of this prisoner camp, Im not sure but these people I would see apearred to be Japanese. It was a prisoner camp for women(all were wearing these gowns that lowered to their knees, the color was like a pale brown or burgundy...idontknow) and they were all kept in this filthy room, and they too were filthy as the room was. The walls were so dirty, the floor, everything. All the women looked as though they were suffering, and as that, a soldier came into a room dragging a young woman by her upper right arm and threw her to the floor. As she fell, I felt so strongley that it was me.
    The soldier was wearing this khaki uniform with a cap and had all these badges and pins on his shirt or jacket.Something like it. He looked about the mid-age of 40. As soon as I was thrown to the ground, the soldier grabbed me by my arm and started yelling at me in a language I do not understand, but I did feel that he was accusing me of something I did not do. I started pleading to him in that same language. He called out to another soldier which came to him with some kind of fire weapon, and he started yelling to my face again as if he was saying I was a liar. I started crying and begging to him. He stood me up, still holding my arm, and positioned my back towards him and shot me through my lower back. When that happened, I saw everything flew out of the front of my body. I saw my insides blow out and blood splattered everywhere, blood even flew onto some of the other prisoners.
    Its funny that for years Ive always had these sharp pains on my lower back, and after having this dreams, I wonder if thats what is causing my back pains. After this dream, I would have a few more strange ones. I always dreamt of this japanese man appearing at my front door who too seem in his mid 40's, he would look sad and for some strange reason I  would ask him if he had pictures of japenese people that had passed away, then he would give me a stack full of photos that looked old. I'd start looking through all these photos and I always stopped at this picture of a young jap woman and wake up.

KOREA
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    I was not grown in Korea, but i have always been drawn to Korean culture and people. My favourite cuisine is Korean. It took me less than half an hour to remember all the letters and how to connect them as if I knew it before but i had forgotten. The Korean language sounds also familiar to me, the way Korean people talk it is very easy for me to learn new words in Korean just from my friends. However, I never have dreams about Korea.
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    but the most vivid dream that i have ever had was some time about 1500- 2000 yrs ago i was a man in ancient japan or korea .....at first i thought i was japanese cause ive always been drawn to japanese culture but i know that about 2000 yrs ago there was a war between the three kingdoms of korea so i think it was there....i remember that in the dream i was on my way homeÝto my village i was a teacher or scholar or temple person carrying my notes and some water and i remember seeing the houses in the hill side and the mountains and how blue the sky was ...then in a popÝflash and pull (like phoebes premonitions on charmed)Ýi was in my town in the center of the village and people were running and screaming....then about 6 or 7 horsemen were riding toward me and the center horseman was carrying an orangy yellow banner.....if anyone saw the orange gates in central park in NYC winter of 2005 it was that color.....i thought that i was going to be trampled but instead they encircled me .....i guess cause i was the leader of the village..then the guy with the orangy banner told the others to go out and destroy the village all i could think of was my wife and son.....in another pop flash and son i was in my doorway being held to watch ...and my wife and son were tied up by these guys and set on fire......i watched them burn a bit then in another pop flash and pull it was night and i was carrying their bodies to be buried my wife was dead but my son was still alive and badly burned and in pain i took them to this temple site to be buried.....it was like one of those zen rock gardens in front.....the rocks were arrangedÝin a half circle...i remember another pop flash and pull and i was digging the grave and i looked up to see the full moon ...i laid my wife and son there he was still barely alive but there was nothing more i could do....then in another pop flash and pull it was day and i was sitting in the forest overly emotional thinking why didn't anyone help ....then i picke  up a machete and started swinging it around ready to fight and then i woke up .........anyways these are my three vivid dreams from this sort of psychic LOL hope everyone doesnt think im crazy =)
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    At a time in my life, when I was a teen, I was never very interested in history. I have reoccurring dreams, and one of them stood out one day when I was older and more interested in history.
    Still a teen, and during College, one of my reoccurring dreams was a short one but so real; I was a soldier. While walking down a path with my rifle, some of the enemy dropped down from trees in front of me. I felt I was alone, and there were three of them. I never fired my gun. They fired at me as they dropped from the trees. I don't remember anything else except being wounded, and in a pit or a ditch with dead bodies around me. I thought I had to hide so I pulled the other bodies around me. The uniforms on the other bodies in the ditch were like those down coats that we wore in the 70s. They were uniforms, but had sections of material stitched in squares, and filled with down or other thick insulation. I pulled on the coat and tried to pull a body over me because I could hear people approaching the ditch. I remember thinking that it was a ditch for dead soldiers, and if they saw me breathing they would shoot me again. I was wounded and barely able to move. My legs were stuck between other bodies. I remember exactly what the uniform on the dead guy looked like, I'd never forget it. The enemy was Asian, I remember that. They dropped from the trees in the same uniforms. The rest of my unit must have fought and lost. They put all the bodies in the same ditch. The uniformed guy I was trying to hide under was the enemy.   He was Asian, but I couldn't pull him over me. I pulled on that down type uniform, thinking it would rip but it never did. I always woke up out of fear at that point.
    Later on in life, I started watching the "History Channel." While watching a segment on the Korean War, I
learned that the Chinese helped, and served in the war. When I saw the winter uniforms they wore, I recognized it right away. The hair stood up on the back of my neck because the uniform was identical to the one I tried to pull over me to hide under. The more I watched, the more I realized that I must have died that day, in the ditch. I believe I was an American soldier in the Korean War, and died during an ambush by Chinese Soldiers. I never had that dream again, but still have some of the other reoccurring dreams. - Charles
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MIDDLE EAST
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    In a dream, I was in an ancient city.  It was in the Middle East.  I was a shoemaker with my own shop.  Most of the buildings were 2 stories and some were of stone, some of mud brick, although the main walls were of the better construction,  and the rest -- roof, doors, windows, etc -- were wood or thatch.  I only saw the street briefly, I think it was a sort of cobblestone road, with well worn stones, not the same but similar in size.  Then I was in the store, handling shoes.  There were many shoes about, and a strong smell of leather. Most of the shoes were what would be called sandals today: a flat sheet of leather, curved from wear after a while to the shape of the foot, and thongs to tie about the foot and ankle attached to this.
    I was working for a short while and a woman with long dark hair and large almond eyes came in from a back room.  She was dressed in a long fairly loose dress of a light weight fabric, of dull colors but with a pattern in the fabric of lighter and darker strands, which was intricate.  She was my wife and I felt a deep and overwhelming love for her and a happiness with our life together.  Not even just happiness, but really contentment. Completeness. --Chris.
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    I had an short experience once under self-hypnosis that I was sitting at the side of a public pool or bath and someone came by and I mentioned to him that Christ had just passed this way. I'm an Afro-American, but in the dream I was either a white Roman or a Jew.
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    When I was young, my mother went through a regression session with me. I remember sitting with my mother in my grandparents' house and then suddenly all I could see was green. I was walking along a path of some sort in a very dense forest. Looking back, I think that this life played out in Turkey or Syria. I was a very tall, very large man with a huge full beard. Initially, I could not take my eyes off of my feet, which were very broad and tan. They were also scratched, as if I had done a lot of walking without shoes. I think that I was wearing rope sandals or some other kind of open shoe and a long dress-like garment that was striped with white and bright blue.
    The only other thing that I was able to remember was the time of my death. I was laying on a low surface in what seemed to be the kitchen or cooking area of a sand colored house. There were very shiny cooking tools hanging from the wall above my head and bright colored clothes decorating the room as well. I was surrounded by a large group of women--all related to me in some way, I think--who were all wailing and sobbing. The women ranged from very old to very young, and the young girls kept trying to climb up onto the surface to lay down next to me. I was overcome with sadness and a sense of not wanting to leave. My spirit began to rise and I kept trying to look down or stay in the room. My mother said that my present-life body became very rigid and seemed to be clutching at the arms of the chair in which I was sitting in an attempt to hold myself down. I could look down and see my body still in the kitchen and the women growing more and more hysterical. If anyone has had experienced a memory like this one or has any details that could make it more concrete, I would love to know.
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    just had a wonderful past life reading that seemed very true for me..it also correlated to many dreams that i have had on the subject..
    in one of my past live i was a sacred prostitute and and was friends with mary magdalena-(and i did not say i was magdalena)...i was either a follower of christ or supportive of his teaching of  equality and finding the kingdom within..the astrologer said that i witnessed the crucifixion and my heart was broken (the body was becoming split from the spirit)...i found this interesting.  i am not a christian and find any religion that asks me to give my power over to "one" divine entity very frustrating and repressive.  but anyone can believe what they want... just wanted to add my story to the pot!!! does anyone know the meaning of gold necklaces in relation to sacred sexuality or prostitution?  have a nice day.... pam strugar

PALESTINE
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   The first is sometime during the Crusades in Palestine.  I was a young French woman sent from France to Palestine to marry the son of an old Crusader who had a small castle there.  When I got there, my fiancé was very bitter about having contracted a venereal disease before our wedding, he thought it was a punishment from God for not having been chaste before marriage. He  became very bitter, and refused to consummate our marriage (probably just as well).  I see myself as having long blonde hair and being named Marie.  I have had dreams of a young Crusader striding into our Castle hall, wearing a tunic over his chain mail with a large green cross sewn on it.  He has come to ask for supplies for the army.  There seems to have been a large battle & the wounded are brought into our castle where I try to dress their wounds.  I fall in love with the young Crusader who first came looking for supplies & become pregnant.  The young Crusader leaves me, as I had known he must.  I have a son, and my husband has no choice but to pretend the child is his, otherwise everyone will know his shameful secrets.  He is very mean to the boy who grows up & leaves.  I never see my son again & see myself on the battlements of the castle as an old woman, regretting all the suffering I have seen, all the war refugees & bloodshed and longing to see my son again
before I die.
    My husband in that life I believe was my 1st husband in this one, and our marriage was very troubled due to his many hang-ups.  When I became pregnant with our first child, I was determined that the child be his, though I was powerfully attracted to another man.  About fifteen years ago I met a woman that I  shared an instant affinity with and we became close friends.  One day we were talking & out of the blue she began to describe this particular life in Palestine to me in great detail.  She had been a young refugee girl that I had rescued.  My husband tortured her to death trying to get her to tell  him who I was having an affair with.  She died protecting me, denying I was sleeping with anyone, and never told.  She had not known I was pregnant. She described the young Crusader exactly as I had seen him.  I had not mentioned any of this to her at the time.

PAKISTAN
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  My second past life I beleive I was in Pakistan somewhere it was quite a while back and I was a white woman who was infiltrating a compound or village where Russia was trying to investigate.  I had a man who was my partner and I wore a Buhrka.  I can't remember much other than I walked around a lot in this memory and I was found out, but my partner wasn't.  I was executed by an axe.  This occured way before the terrorist attack. Laura H.
 

TIBET
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    I have dreams of me being a young Buddhist monk in Tibet and I have a strong attraction towards Asian culture. My dream consists of me chanting while standing in a line of other monks. The temple/altar is very dim and not very well lit except with a few candles here and there. While the line is forming into a circle, the vision blinks out and everyone lays dead on the floor. I am guessing that by what the dream shows, my past life takes place at the time of when the Chinese came and slaughtered many Tibetan Buddhists.

VIET NAM
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    Hello, I am 11 and I believe that I had a past Life. Me and my friend were bored one day and were watching TV and then this show came on about past lives and it said how to read your past life. so me and my friend went into my bedroom and i layed down on my bed andshe told me to close my eyes and tell her what I saw and what I saw what this. It was night time and i was wearing camophloge and so were other people around me. we were all in a hellicopter and then we all slid down a rope to the ground and started to walk up a hill, I had a gun. At the top of the hill I look around and there seemed to be dead people every where. I told my friend all of this and she asked me if there was anyone around me, so I looked to my left and I looked to my right and there was this man standing next to me, he had black hair. My friend told me to look for his name and the year, so I desided to look on his dog tag, and this is what it said, "U.S. Millitary John Alexander 1964" Then we both went on the internet and looked up wars in 1964, and what came up was the Vietnam War. Then we both went on the internet and looked up wars in 1964, and what came up was the Vietnam War. Then we looked up John Alexander and what came up was a man that was in the Vietnam war and there was the photo of him...it was the same man, it was me... -Marina

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    Dear Eileen, After reading one of the stories off your website, I felt my heart sink, my eyes swell and my fingers shake. One of the writers had mentioned that he had recollections of being a soldier in Vietnam. I don't want to make myself seem anything special, but I have always found myself attracted to the idea of the Vietnam War. Having read many books on it, watching all the possible films, many documentaries,Ýand even just thinking about Vietnam have been something that comes natural to me. The moment when I felt very much connected to this war was when I had gone to a shooting range with my uncle in Pennsylvania. I had the opportunity to shoot an M16 rifle (a weapon used during the Vietnam War), and as soon as I layed my hands on that gun, I could not believe what I began to feel. It was as if I had used that weapon before. At that moment my body began to shake, IÝalmost cried.ÝI cry whenever I begin to watch a movie on Vietnam, more for those who died in combat, because in some odd sense, I feel as if I was one of them. There are times when I still remember the jungle (the humidity, mosquitos, feeling my body drenched in sweat), and for reason or another, I wake up each morning coughing, as if I had just been shot in the stomach. It is so hard to explain, and I feel as if nobody would understand, but I thank you for the opportunity to let this out. Even though I know I willÝall always have Vietnam on my mind,Ýat least I know that I am not alone. Thank you Eileen. - E. Morales, New York
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    This is a simple story,but in my heart of hearts I belive it is reincarnation knowledge. I have always been attracted to the armed forces but something stops me. I was walking home one evening, when I had this overwhelming 'feeling' that I had been shot in the stomach. I had always believed that I had been a soldier once(the fact that I cherished movies about the Vietnam War and they always made me "bawl") just deepened that conviction. I went to a renowned International psychic and she said "You went to war and you were killed" and then she looked at me and said "but you already know that, don't you!? She also said that I was reincarnated very quickly-(I was born in 1972.) A few years later I had a dream in which I was dead. My Spirit Guide as I know him, (I have seen him many times) was standing over me looking very distressed, as I was screaming and crying "I don't want to be dead..Nooooh! I dont want to be dead!" My mother tells me I was born screaming and I screamed non stop for the first 6 weeks of my life...My poor Mum.
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    About 15 years ago I had the most incredibly vivid dream - I can still recall every detail even now. I did consider the possibility that it might be linked to a past life but when I read Tamara from Holland's account of her dream I felt compelled to mail in mine. I was in a forest of some kind, it was very hot and humid and I remember I could smell blood. I then realized I was lashed to a tree trunk with some sort of vine or rope - the trees had bare, rough trunks but dense foliage higher up, as Tamara described. My arms were not tied but I had a blindfold on which was wet and had slipped off one eye. I could hear loud, foreign voices and laughing; there was a jeep about 50 or so yards away but I could not make out who was in it. I knew I was an American soldier in a foreign country who had been taken prisoner - I don't know if it was Vietnam. As I looked at the ground near the tree I realized that the people who had tied me up had put my handgun just out of my reach and written something in the dirt above it, which I did not understand or couldn't read properly. The laughing sounds and voices came nearer, I remember feeling like I was going to be sick and then everything went dark and I woke up.
    I have had some other dreams which seemed extremely real but most had elements which I could clearly connect to my present life so I dismissed them - this was the only one which I could not explain any of. Regards, Liz Scofield, 24, London
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    This is a rather weird story. My mum has done a meditation one time, and she claims to have seen images of me too. She told me, after I had this dream and told her, that she knew I had been in Vietnam. I was born in 1984 (this life), so this is possible. I dreamt I ran through a kinda forest, with high trees. It looked like pine trees, the bottom bald, leaves higher. I don't know. I ran to a jeep, over a path. I was dark. A helicopter chased me and I was shot just before I reached the jeep. I am not sure why I was chased, but I feel like I knew I did something(?) wrong. I think I was a girl, not too young, like 17-24 or so. I got shot in the back.
    I heard somewhere that we keep scars from our past lives, and the weirdest thing is: I have a little hole in my back, just above my beckon. I don't know if this is a true past-life-memory, but I thought it was good enough to send you. I am 16 right now, a girl from Holland, Wiccan. Blessed Be, Tamara (maywoodchild)