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
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    I would love to share a past-life experience; however, itís not an actual past-life alone I truly wish to tell, itís actually the uncovering of it that Iíd love to share.Ý I am not even sure if it is itís appropriate for the Past-life Memory Bank.Ý But, itís something I canít ignore and I havenít told many people about it. I think this might be a bit long - please bear with me.
    The recalling I wish to share scared me silly (literally), and still haunts me to this day and makes me fell ill - so ill that if I dwell on it for too long, I find myself looking over my shoulder! I do believe that what scared me the most is how the past-life revealed itself to me, rather than the past-life itself. It happened in a time and place that caused me to not be ready for such a revelation. I did believe in past lives at this time, but I was only about 18 when it happened and had never studied past lives, but looked more upon them as a romantic notion although I had already become interested in other occult studies.
    I would like to note that I have no Chinese ancestors that I am aware of. My father was from southeastern Poland, and my mother born in West Virginia, USA, of English, Dutch, and Cherokee descent.
    In real time, when I was a teenager back in 1988, my friend and I drove to Chicagoís China Town. We took her two young children with us. We spent quite a few hours in China Town checking out the small mom and pop shops looking for some magical treasures. Afterwards, we stopped at a Chinese restaurant for dinner. This was all new to both of us as we had never come into China Town ever before in our whole lives even though we both were born and raised in Chicago. At this time, China Town was not always a friendly place, it was gang infested and many parts were very ghetto-like. Though itís changed completely since those days, in the 80s, Chicagoís China Town had many areas in which one should not linger after dark, especially one who didnít belong there.
    Everyone at the shops, on the street, and in the restaurant was very courteous to us for the most part. But things soon went sour. I donít recall what time it was when we came out of the restaurant, the sun disappeared and it became cold out to me - which was strange as it was deep summer. I felt very uneasy and light-headed as we walked down the sidewalk. Suddenly, I felt as if I had to get out of there and get out now. I remember watching the faces of the people going by me. I got bad vibes from every person that looked at me and I could feel myself start to shake. I became frantic, and my friend got frightened. I told her to grab the kids and come on we had to get back to the car. We were walking around trying to find the car - neither of us could remember where it was and it wasnít making me feel better.
    I think I was lost in some other world, while my friend was just frightened of my behavior. I remember going in circles in the middle of the sidewalk calling my friendís name and telling her we have to get out of there. By this time, even her children were sensing something was wrong and the youngest cried. I knew people were looking at me, as I must have been acting silly to them. I recall glowing business signs, streetlamps and car headlights blurring my vision and making me feel like I was drugged or drunk.
    We made it back to the car and once inside I frantically started the engine and got out of Dodge. I was crying and full of goose bumps. My friend asked me what the heck happened and I could not explain it to her. I didnít know. I just felt like every Chinese person who looked at me was sinister and not to be trusted. I was sweaty and my heart was beating rapidly. Eventually we all calmed down. After I dropped my friend off at her house, I drove home and hurried into the house to find my father home. I remember being so relieved that my dad was home and I'd be safe now. I went into my bedroom and cried. I remember feeling real sick, as if I had to hide.
    My friend and I never talked much about it after it was over, but to this day, nearly 20 years later, I have never forgotten the fear and I get ill from the memories - I felt as if I would die if I didnít get out of China Town that night. For years, I chalked it up to a sixth sense, as I was always good at knowing what was coming. I thought it was my senses warning me to get out - remember, it was a haven for gang violence and even drug dealers. Once the sun went down, it was a different place.
    Now, before this time and since this time, I have never had any problems with Chinese people, or other Asian folks. I have had Chinese friends, worked for a Chinese boss, and I eat regularly at my favorite Chinese restaurants. But, I will never, ever forget the fear for my life that I had that night in Chicagoís old China Town. Once my friend and I left there that night, I never ever returned, not even to this day. I do have to drive through it, at times, and my sister lives only a few blocks away from it. I donít feel that fear when Iím near there and havenít since that night ? but I canít bring myself to go back into that neighborhood to visit. China Town has changed a lot since then, itís close to 100% different than it was then, but I still have never returned. There was something about that night on that particular street ? a street name I cannot even recall in order to return to if I wanted to.
   Due to this incident, I have a great fear. To even think of visiting any Asian country such as China, or even Korea, Vietnam, Japan, and so forth sends me into a fury. I have a great fear of these countries and refuse to go, even when I had a great opportunity in college to visit both China and Japan.  Later as I studied the incident in China Town, I wrote off gangs and came to feel it might have had something to do with China Townís past and something I was involved in there that had caged me that night and caused me fear, and indeed, there might be something to that past-life theory. But now I know that if there is, it spills out and is much bigger than China Town.
    About eleven years after that incident, I would receive a past-life report that would tell me that I had been a ìChinese woman bound at the feet by chains,  and held hostage due to that I was beneath men but refused to remain silent. A couple years after that, a past-life regression would again indicate to me that at the least, I was a female held hostage in China and bound in chains. As to the era in which this may have occurred, I do not know that yet. I am terrified to find out more but I know that I should try to do some research and see if I canít gain any information from any of my memories or feelings, or perhaps try Tarot or another regression.
    I thought about doing some meditating or journeying to try to find out more, but I am frightened by this past life more than any of the few others I uncovered. I do know a few things about my time in China.  I was poor or was perceived as poor, and I think I was looked upon as either a traitor, spy, or perhaps a slave. I am not sure I was Chinese, even though the past-life report pointed in that direction - although, I have had the feeling I may have been half-Chinese, half-European. I do know that I was looked upon as 'nothing' and treated very badly, maybe even tortured. Another piece of knowledge I have received through meditation is that my name or names contained 'L' and 'D'; however, I don't know if theyíre first and last name initials or letters contained in the first name, or even which letter would come before the other in my name.  The thing I truly wish to know is if I got out of there alive. I hope so. That's the long story. Thanks for reading. - Sincerely, Macha
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       The other lives I have lived, I have pieced together from fragments of dreams. I lived was in China during the thirteenth century. I was the daughter of a wealthy man, maybe a merchant. We lived near some mountains and a river in southern China. My name was Xue (I heard this name spoken to me in a dream). I remember my mother binding my feet when I was five. My father arranged for me to marry an old scholar. I hated this man and he was miserable to me. He treated me terribly. I fell in love with a young man who lived in the next house. I met him every night and tried hard to hide this from my husband. But he found out and had the local authorities punish me for adultery. I know was put to death but I don't know how.
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2.  I was Chinese and my parents promised me to someone somewhat wealthy and much older than me . . .promised me when I was really young.  They bound my feet.  I clearly remember the pain of it, and looking longingly at my mother's feet and wishing to have normal toes like hers.  I also remember her crying while she changed the bandages.  I killed myself in this life, just after being sent to my new husband.  I might have been around 14.  I could barely walk, and I half crawled up to a high place and threw myself off and died.  I felt very guilty for the shame this would bring my family and for ruining my family financially, but the pain was too much and I could see no hope. - Gryphynshadow
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    I remember that I was from England and I am sure that my name was Elizabeth. My very first and only memory of this life was of walking through a marketplace and being very afraid because there were snakes everywhere. I was with a man who was shorter than me and he was fiercl! y protective of me. He was Chinese, and he was a teacher of Martial Arts.
    My boyfriend now is a very talented student of Martial Arts. I was flipping through a book of his about the Yang family who invented a certain form of Martial Art and I saw his picture in it. It was the exact face of the man I was with, I would know his face from anywhere. His name was Yang Zhowpeng (I think that's how it's spelled), and I could remember hearing his name for the first time when I read it out loud. I tried searching on the internet for this man to find out if he was married to a white English woman, and I couldn't find any information at all. - Brittany
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   I have had about nine very clear past life regressions to date and a couple of spontaneous regressions that were pretty fragmented. I won't expound on all of them here, but to name one:
    I was a monk in China a very long time ago. I've revisited that life twice and cannot come up with an era, though I know it was before the invention of electricity. An older monk came to my home as a youth and after a year or so of teaching and lecturing, he, my parents, and I all decided that I should go be monk at the monestary/temple. I feel as if I went there to learn The Way and then show it to the world. As a young man, the other new-comers and I were encouraged to always write our thoughts and observations on life. Every so often something would strike one of the elders and he would take what one of us had written and they would all look it over. We seldom got feedback from the group. But the day finally came that I was elevated to an elder position. It was a great honor to receive and I felt blessed. I soon realized, though that while when we were young, we were encouraged to have open minds and analyze the world freely, we were not encouraged to do so as elders. We had certain traditions and doctrines to uphold and regretfully, I fell into the same routines as the others. I deliberately avoided my family, who I never saw again and I never went out into the world to teach what I had learned (which was my original goal). However, when I got older (late 50s, early sixties) I did secretly write at least two essays, which I hid away from the others under my sleeping mat.
    When I died, which I recall vividly, one of the younger students charged with cleaning up my area found these writings and had them smuggled out by one of the few people (a messenger or someone) who ever had dealings with the outside world. They were subsequently copied and distributed (how widely, I don't know). Upon revisiting that life a second time I learned that my name was pronounced Ochi, but in my head it looks like it would be spelled Oak. The titles of my writings were something like "The Definition of Water" and "The Definition of Energy". I cannot recall what the essays were like or how good they were.
    If anyone has any recollection of an author or teacher from long ago in China, who wrote anything like this, please let me know. I've looked and not found anything. One last and VERY important thing. If anyone ever has the opportunity to explore a past life through regression. Please try this: at the moment of your death, stay with it. Keep remembering. Experience it and allow yourself to remember leaving your body. When this happens, turn your attention away from the body and experience what you are, where you are, and how you are. I have been successful with this ONE time and never before or since, have I experienced anything remotely like it. My life has been forever changed by that one moment. Do it for yourself if you can. I promise you that you will never again, in this life, be as close to the Life Force as you will be when you are the Life Force.

JAPAN
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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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    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)