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    I went into deep meditation a while ago to discover my past lives because i kept having frightning dreams that i was being chased through the woods.. I was in a beautiful library and on the shelf in front of me i saw my name and there were seven books under it. seven books for seven lives.  I pulled out one and opened it, then it seemed like i was reliving all these memories from one of my lives.  I remember i was young at first, around 6, and i had long dark dark brown hair and grey eyes. I was near a castle or a fortress of somekind, I think it was in England somewhere but i'm not sure.  There was a forest covered hill behind it and i remember that i always went climbing there with my friend ( whose name is eric in this life but itwasn't eric in that life). In all the memories that i saw i was always wearing something green. I remember i had a beautiful bow and quiver of a dark mohogany kind of wood...  i spent a lot of time practising, my friend "eric" had a sword.  I remember that i was of some importance and servants kept fussing over me and made me wear dresses.  I remember begging and pleading with my father to let me fight with the men in an up coming battle..  I think he refused.
      I remember going anyway and i had a long dark green cloak.  The battle was in a rocky vally full of trees and it was a grey overcast day.  I was with the archers and, after an hour of fighting or so, the enemy broke through and chased us.  I got separated from the rest of my group and there was two enemies chasing me through the forest and i was terrified (this was the dream i kept having) The forest was dark and i couldn't see that well, I think i tripped, and then they killed me. That's all i remember.. ~Catherine
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    I know that I am destined to find a better path for myself in this life, because I can see and feel the mistakes in at least one of my past lives. I was in the dark ages....a destitute wife with many offspring. I'm not sure what my husband did but in the few glimpses I've had of him, he was always
very dirty. Short, stalky, dirty, drunk and mean.  There was always illness in our family  and I myself died an awful death. My connection isn't strong enough for specifics. So I won't try. But I think I died young; Mid 30's or 40's.
     Old farmhouses and furniture and the smells of dust and mud and baking bread; and the look, feel and smell of velvet all invoke very strong feelings of a connection to yet another time when I believe I lived the life of a frontier wife. A very hard life, as history has taught us. And I'm certain that it was extremely brutal a time for my family. Again; many children and much illness. I died a young woman again in this life. Seems like it was a complication of childbirth or  " female troubles" of some kind. I see and hear words and names in my dreams that I have no idea what they mean until I study them. Last night I dreamed about buying a firkin of butter. If I understand the definition correctly, a firkin is a quarter pound. I woke up thinking " Now where did I get a word like that?" but then the dream came back to me and it made some sense after I looked it up. Now I feel the need to bake some bread and go for a walk down by the creek. And reflect.
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    I have memories of several lives. I am born in the Netherlands, by the way, on the 8th of February, 1968. When I was a child, age 4, I was fascinated with Indians/native Americans. I missed my family, my tribe, my horse. My own present family sometimes felt like they were nice people that I was supposed to live with. My parents thought I had too much imagination. And I thought so too, later on. In 1993, my boyfriend and I saw this beautiful Indian style bead necklace, and I tried it infront of a mirror. It was a major deja-vu. It was as if for a second, the shop around me faded, and I was in a forest, looking at my reflection in the water, I was wearing a similar necklace. Needless to say, my boyfriend bought it for me.
    When I was in Indonesia, in 1980, visiting my father's homeland, I had a flashback of a woman, being chased into the jungle, and I felt her fear and despair, I could hear her gasping breath as she ran. Our guide started telling a story, about how the ex-mistress of one the Kings in that area, was chased from the village, after bewitching the King. I had the vision before he started telling the story. It was very real, I was 11 yrs old, and I still recall the feeling.
    Then there's the strange memory of the South, Louisiana. I looked out of our window one night, and there was a boat, decorated with lights, sailing by on the canal outside our home. I said to my husband, that he should come look at it, that it was just like the boats on the Mississippi when I was a little girl. I said it so spontanously, that it took a while for me to realise I had never been to the US. My boyfriend, who is by now used to having a weirdo girlfriend, just laughed and corrected me.
    The strangest memories are of Scotland. My boyfriend and I went to Scotland for the first time in 1998. He has always had a Scottish connection somehow, while I was blank. The whole vacation was a spiritual rollercoaster. We were being led, from person to person. We met people we felt we knew, although we had never seen them before. One hotelowner was so familiar to us both, it was creepy. And he was drawn to us as well. While my boyfriend was waiting for more connections to be found, I had found mine. Mary, Queen of Scots. I knew her. We have hardly anything in common, she was as Catholic as can be, and I'm a witch. In her days, she would have sent me to the stake. She was the one who started the burning times in Scotland. But I was so fascinated by her, almost like a fan. I lovingly looked at her lock of hair at Holyrood Palace. And I visited the Mary, Queen of Scots House in Jedburgh. I went in alone, my boyfriend had seen too many castles, and stayed outside. That was meant to be. After buying some books about her, and a card with a photo of her death mask, I went into the house. The room, where she had stayed while she was very ill, was thick with spirits, who welcomed me. I felt them all the time in the house. There was a familiarity, I felt I was welcome and recognised.
    Later, back in the Netherlands, I had a flashback again. I was in Scotland, and I was a girl, 14 years old. I had long, dark hair, and I was a nature child. I saw myself walking around in a long brown dress, with a light brown vest. I had a mouse in my hand, that I was playing with. My boyfriend was there as well, he was a soldier, older than me, and in love with me. I was teasing him, pretending to ignore him, while walking past a creek in the glen. This all took a second or two,
but it was again very clear.
    In 2001, we got married in Scotland, at Eilean Donan Castle. I wore a long dress, and I had a veil as well, to make it all extra romantic, hey, getting married at a castle is something special. My best friend walked into my room, and saw me standing there, from behind. And she whispered "Mary, Queen of Scots." I was very flattered. You see, I'm not going to believe I was an historic figure. That is just too silly. I actually felt quit sad, that she died on my birthday. I now think of her, every year on the 8th of February. I take that date as a hint, that there is a connection between me and her, and Scotland. I cry when I leave Scotland. This what I wanted to share, thank you for taking the time to read it. - Blessed be, Ravenna
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    I have had several glimpses into what I consider past lives memories..you be the judge.
2. Ireland
    I recall living in a small farm with a small fence of stones out front.  I recall being in love with a man and we would meet at ruins for rendevous.  One day word came that he had been killed by soldiers.  I had begged him not to go. But he had gone.  I ran to the ruins thinking it all a lie.  I went to the cliffs and through myself off.
3. World War II
    I recall running from the Nazis with either my brother or my love.  It was a dark night and we didn't want to be captured.  We ran under a bridge with some water under it.  We thought we could escape.  But we were both shot and fell into the water.
5.  Indian tribe
    I remember living by a river's edge.  Happy life under the stars and moon before the white man came.  I was in love.  I married.  We had many children.  Winters were hard but the tribe worked together.  I worked hard and played hard.  I died old, happy and content during a harsh winter.
    I know this is alot.  I have been told that I am an "old soul".  I do know I am scared of heights, feel drawn to the natural arts, often sing Indian type chants, have a high interest in Egyptian, Druid, Irish and Indian things.  And I hate watching war movies.  I love being married and having children.  I enjoy the outdoors and being in the sun while working the earth.  Song is a powerful mood maker for me.  I hate the winter and love the summers.  I feel on the edge like I will go mad "again" if I am not careful-sometimes.  I feel drawn to the mountains and have a feeling if I went to Ireland I would never leave. Well ...thats more than enough I am sure....thanks for listening to my rantings - kt
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    As a child my mother would read to me literature concerning reincarnation, buddhism, metaphysical principles, etc. Therefore I was conditioned early on to accept ideas such as past lives and reincarnation. When I was 17 I had a regression done by a woman who was assisting me in spiritual advisement as well as emotional counseling and the following are two experiences I recalled or, at least, thought I may have experienced prior to my life now.
    The first was my self as a young male, mid twenties to early thirties in age. I was polynesian, living on an island somewhere in the pacific. I had the impression that the time frame was around the 19th century. I had a wife and two children; a boy and a girl.
    The images were brief and too the point. I spent all of my time doting on the boy child, teaching him and sharing my experiences with him. I completely neglected the girl. She died at a fairly young age( for reasons I can not recollect )and I spent the rest of my days feeling guilty. I do not remember how it affected my remaining years with my other family members. I only recall the general incident and my feelings which came from it.
    The second took place sometime, I believe in the late 17th or early 18th century. I was a woman who was raised in a lower to middle class environment somewhere in France. I met, had an affair and fell in love with a man who had wealth and a much greater position in society than I did. From what I can recall, I was naive and disillusioned by the relationship. The affair was kept secret until I became pregnant and gave birth to a child. I do not remember the sex of the child. From this point on I do not recall any details of my interaction with the man or anyone else. I only remember one other important thing. He was involved with a woman of great importance who discovered the affair and child. She had myself and the child drowned in a small pool which was located in the garden area of a large house. I am not sure if it was her alone or if she had help( I had an impression that there
were two other men present ).
    I do not know if these were images I concocted in my mind at the time because I wanted to believe in past life experience or if it is something that really did take place. Part of me would like to find out more about it and part of me believes it is better off left alone.
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    i wanted to tell someone this.. maybe someone somewhere will recognize it or connect with it. i do not have dreams of my self in these situations i simply have feelings about or for certain times and places..for instance while meditating once i found my self dressed as a native American.. but not of today or even close. it felt like it was a very long time ago.. possibly ancient/I see this as myself dressed in a headdress and buckskin loin cloth. And I am male in this. I see this during mediation. he is facing the sun and has his arms out flung and standing tall and proud almost defiant.  It is me but how i know that i have no idea. another time was when i was in a 20 yr. old house.  i distinctly got the feeling of having been there before not that i felt i was in my house but that I had been there before..
    another time was just today. i was in an old hard ware store and the building is 117 yrs old. still has original  ceiling all coffered and the flooring is original. i walked around getting the feeling it was one of happiness and one of hard work.. but not really any sadness i see myself in the stairwell calling to someone i am female in this one. i am dressed in the time period..  ruffled sleeves and long dark skirts with ringlets on either side of my head. i am bending over the banister and calling someone. but who i don't know. i also would like to state that i have always had an affinity for the Victorian times and things. i have  not seen myself there but i know someone is there. and i see m but i can make out what they look like or are wearing.
    the strangest encounter was while touring a house in Savannah Ga. i go a glimpse of myself as a lad of the time but someone was sick I was dressed in green long skirts. Hair is slightly messy and I am carrying towels and I am sweating. I am following a nurse or slave or servant? I am not up on history here.  and I was very upset.  This was upsetting to me now in real time to but I left because they were closing. I also saw myself as the same lady in fine clothing at another house! the Andrew Lowe house in Savannah. Coming out into the garden from the house I see herI know it is me she smiles and turns and waves to who I do not know. well thetas all I see thanks for listing. - Caroline
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    I keep haveing several recurring dreams but each dream involves the same person! once i have dreamt that we were in salem and i remember haveing a fight about something with my husband(who in this life time is my best friend!) and then he forces me out the house and pushes me in the street where several other people(women/men/children) are being pushed with the other women and children we are attacked with stones and then someone lights a fire and i as usual wake up but strangly every time i have that dream i always can smell the faint smell of smoke! Blessed be mystic_isis
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  I'm looking for anyone from any of my past lives- In the first I'm in ancient ancient Egypt, before the pyramids. I live near a large river, not necessarily the Nile, there's a village or city a couple of miles away. I live in a small yellow/brown mud brick house, with my husband. We are both mid to late 20s. He fishes and hunts and I weave blankets or tapestries. We had a son together, when our son is about 1 and a half I die from a snake bite. I never found out what happened to my son or husband.
    In the second I am a Native American, we live near the Atlantic ocean, it's near the time the first European explorers start showing up. I run into one whom I assume is on a scouting trip. He is quite tall and has dirty blonde hair and green eyes. My tribe finds us together and kills him. I end up an outcast and kill myself shortly after.
  The third and final life is in the southern states, sometime between the 1930s and the 1950s. I live with my sister who is married and has 4 kids, 2 girls and 2 boys. We are all caucasian and lower middle class, we live on a farm or in the country. In the summer it gets unbearable hot and humid and the kids use a creek a little off our property as their "swimming hole". my name may have been Aunt Jennie.
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    I have no clear memory of my lives just a certainty that I have lived before. I am pretty sure that I've had at least 2 other lives.  There are people that I see in my everyday current life that I know I have met before in a different time. The only people that I seem to know time and time again are my two sisters.  In one life I know that I was either in Scotland or Ireland (this is confirmed by my unnatural love of all things from either of these countries.)  At this time I should probably note that I am Hispanic and have never been to either Scotland or Ireland.  At times I catch myself speaking with a very heavy brogue, that no one one else in my family has ever been able to do.
    The other life I think I lived in the Middle East.  I relate to alot of the traditions from that area (they seem comfortable, familiar to me). And I don't know why. I've never made it to that side of the globe.
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    Merry Meet, I am Duvessa Ethelind, a young Wiccan (12 years old) and I have only had brief scenes and views of a past life, just one in particular which keeps coming back to me. Although it is very rough, I felt I ought to share it with you... It started when I was about 8 or 9 on the way to school, my mother was driving me to school because I was late (as usual). We were at the traffic lights and I pulled down the sun-flap (the thing near the top of the front window, the flap with the mirror) and I looked into the mirror, however i didn't see my own face. This face was feminine, the hair long and straggly, the eyes almost the same as mine, reasonably large and very blue. The head however was more oval than mine, the nose slightly pointed and the lips thinner. I was shocked at first so blinked and looked again, seeing myself. This was before I had found Wicca so it took me as an unusual thing to see, and I thought that something must be wrong with me. So I kept it to myself. In the following years, in some dreams, I would have glimpses of the same lady, sitting at an old desk writing with a quill and ink, with other piles of written paper nearby. Me, my friends, and family all know I have an unusual talent for writing stories and poems, especially for my age, and so it occurred to me that perhaps I was a writer/author/poet in a past life. I also have the trait of being able to pronounce almost any word from any language, whether it be german, japanese, chinese, french, indonesian, and various others.
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    I have a strange story I would like to share.  For many years, I have had the strangest dreams.  There were two of them-  one was obviously somewhere in Scotland around 1100.  I was a young girl and didn't live long, but remember helping my family card wool.  I can still smell the fire that heated our stone and sod home.  I wish this was clearer, but I only remember little details.
    The other dream is much more vivid.  It is in the Americas, around the turn of the 20th century.  I am walking through a New England town, and although there are people all around me, they act like I'm not there.  I keep walking, looking at the shops and I am cold, because the wind is coming from an ocean.  I turn onto a road and keep walking, and it seems like people walk right through me but I keep trying to stop them.  I find myself out of town, quite a ways, and suddenly a church appears.  I don't go inside;  instead, I find myself wandering toward the graveyard.  I walk through it like I know where I'm going.  The cemetery is well tended, but in the far left corner is a gated plot.  It hasn't been touched in several years;  the weeds are grown high and are bent toward one another, forming almost a cave.  Under the brush, I can see bricks, laid out in a little path.  I open the gate, and go inside, and suddenly, she is there.
    I don't know who she is.  She is about 7, with black curly hair and bright blue eyes.  I start backing up and then she is on me, and has grabbed my hand and has bitten my wrist as hard as she can.  I pull my hand back, and back up but she keeps coming, until finally, (and this is one of the wierd parts) I say, "in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I command thee to release this child".  I say it over and over, but it doesn't stop her and I wake up.  I have had this same dream for 15 years, at least once a week.
    Here is where it gets really wierd.  Recently, I met my husband's ex wife and we have become fast friends.  I went to Connetticut to visit her, and after the initial shock that we looked so much alike and had such very similar beliefs we discussed dreams.  I told her about mine, and expected her to laugh, but she didn't.  The next day, she took me to the church and the graveyard in my dream.  It had been in her hometown.  We didn't have the courage to go inside, so we just stood by the gate, looking in at the turn of the century stones that we could glimpse through the weeds...
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    I can remember hundreds of lifetimes.  Some of these are fleeting memories, such as removing lice from my children's hair in Egypt.  To meeting my husband (for many lifetimes and will be again in this one) in greece he was a freed slave who worked as some kind of smith and I was a widow of a nobleman, (I can remember lusting after him still) and we shocked the town when we married (tee hee hee).  He was also a priest whom I loved and knew (in the biblical sense) in Italy pre-renaissance and we were caught and both of us tortured.  My last memory of that life is both of us brought in bloodied, heads shaved, bones broken, filthy and naked.  The priests threw us into a big black iron maiden together closed us in and we died together.  It is nice to know I am not the only one remembering past lives.
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