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    I have a past life story for you, to add to your database. I am a young Caucasian female, but I believe I was a middle-aged, male, Chinese peasant villager a few hundred years ago (not sure of the exact date), and I believe I was killed by a Samurai or some kind of similarly-dressed invader. Aside from lots of smaller things that have convinced me, the big clincher was when I went to a History Museum at around age 19-20. There was this Japanese Samurai armor on display, and when I looked at it I had this vivid, detailed flashback of this whole scene.
    I was this middle aged man (thin, medium-dark complexion, a few wrinkles and longish black hair), some type of agricultural worker, maybe a small farmer in this tiny little rural village. I wore lightweight, tan colored clothing, and looked unkempt by modern standards, but not by local standards. Anyway, that day I was working side by side with another villager, and I could see over this green hill that there was this Samurai-type man on horseback in the distance. I had never seen anything like that before. I think it was part of my job to investigate things that were amiss, plus I was very curious. I walked over this large grassy hill area to go investigate, and was awestruck, and then for no apparent reason he charged at me and speared me. It was very quick, and I was confused by the whole event. Despite a rapid end, I get the sense it was a happy life.
    That's about all the direct memories I have, although quite often I will recall tidbits of information that are unexplainable, like specific ways to prepare certain dishes, or certain customs. I've always found it kind of cool, and don't think too deeply about what it all means.
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    I would love to share a past-life experience; however, it's not an actual past-life alone I truly wish to tell, it's actually the uncovering of it that I'd love to share. I am not even sure if it is it's appropriate for the Past-life Memory Bank. But, it's something I canít ignore and I haven't 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 Chicago's 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, Chicago's China Town had many areas in which one should not linger after dark, especially one who didn't 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 don't 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 wasní' 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 friend's 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 haven't since that night? but I can't bring myself to go back into that neighborhood to visit. China Town has changed a lot since then, it's 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 Town's 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,î 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 can't 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 ìnothingî 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.

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