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Multiple Lives - V
Multiple Lives - V
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My name is Deborah Ann and I am 31 yrs old.....I
have had experiences with visions at times....but I can't explain them......I
have had reoccuring dreams also....some that make since and others that
do not. The first dream I have is of a levy looking hill....I'm trying
to get over it but can't....it's very dark and gray outside .....much like
a bad storm....I need to get to the other side for some reason.....lost
love??? .......the other side is bright very colorful like a fresh spring
day.
The second one is .....I'm in a castle.....and
in the tower....my lover is in the dungeon......I'm in the tower with a
very possessive man.....he won't let me out......I have on a white cotton
like dress with satin on it, the dress is very big....lots of ruffles....hair
is very long and pulled up..... I want out of this room......I tied bags
of salt on the inside lining of my dress....between the ruffles.... to
save my lover in the dungeon.....the only way out is across a swamp of
leeches......we meet in a hollow tree....and we keep running......Every
time I have this dream....I wake up and feel like I was there...Like it
was real..... any suggestions or input would be much appriciated. thank
you
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My dreams (when they are dreams) are really strange,
so if I dream or have a sort-of flashback of something, I take notice of
it. One dream I had involved myself living at a large, old 2 or 3 story
house. I was outside working in a garden and a man in a suit walked
up to me and began talking to me. He was talking about the owner of the
house, so I didn't think he knew that I owned the house. Before he left,
he invited me out to dinner. Then, we went to dinner the first time.
It was at a resturant either at or on a lake. I remembered boats
and a dock. When we walked in together, everyone there was staring
and wispering about something. I assumed they were talking about me and
it apeared to me that I had rarely been seen in public (why else would
people point and stare at someone). Next, I remember returning to the resturant
on another night, from a side entrance. The man I was with walked
to a man sitting at a nearby table and began to talk to him. When
I walked to the table, the other man said "I don't know what to say", so
I said to him,"How about "Hi". A waiter escorted us to a round table,
opposite of the entrance, and soon after, brought us our food. Before the
waiter left he said,"by the way, congratulations on the marriage proposal."
I turned to my date, who had his head bent over his plate, and said "Marrage
proposal?" He continued to stuff himself with his meal, ignoring my question.
So I repeated, "Marriage propesal!?" But he still ignored me.
Another dream I had envolved being murdered.
I remember being shot. It must have been from someone I knew since
I was facing them and it took me by suprise. I remember the shot
being so real, and I also remember being hit by the bullet. It was so real.
Sometimes I will be sitting somewhere, and all of a sudden I get a flashback
type of feeling.
One that occurs often involves ancient Egypt.
I remember being some kind of priestess or royalty. I had some kind
of power (not necessarily the magical type), and it gave me a feeling of
being some kind of powerfull person.
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Here are a few dreams I've had where I see myself
in a mirror but the face in the reflection is not me. The latest
one I had that way was a month or two ago. I dreamt I was a young
boy, probably about 14 or 15. I was in the bathroom of my house,
getting ready to go out. In the dream I knew I was going to school.
It was morning. I was dressed in a red and black flannel shirt and
jeans. I was tall and thin. My hair was short and black, and
appeared to be the style that boys wore in the 1950s. I even remember that
in the dream I knew it was the 1950's. There is a door behind me,
and hanging on the hook of the bathroom door is a white bathrobe.
I am running a brush through my hair and gazing at my reflection, checking
my hair to make sure it looks good before I go out the door. I am a female
in my 30s now, so, I have no idea why I would dream I was a young boy.
The dream seemed very real to me and the surroundings felt like home.
In another dream I am in an ancient time.
I have no idea what time period other than I am in what appears to be a
bath. From the distance I hear someone calling me. They say
my name and now I can't remember it for the life of me, but it's not my
present day name. I get out of the bath and one of the servants hands
me a plain white gown. I am to hurry to my chambers and get dressed
because there is a man here to meet me. I have no idea who it is
but I know that he is important, and I am supposed to meet him to possibly
marry him. I run to my chambers and put on a long dress of velvet,
green velvet, embroidered with gold. I turn to look in the mirror
to survey my appearance. My hair is long, to my waist. Auburn
in color with ringlets of curls. In my hair is a gold headband that
is made of a fine chain with dangling charms that rest on my forehead.
I give myself the once-over before hurrying out the massive door of my
chamber. Then I wake up.
I've had many dreams where I look in the mirror
and see another face in the reflection. It's me, but it's not me
(insofar as it's not the me in this life). I've dreamt of being at
the hairdresser's in what seem to be modern times though I can't tell what
year it is, I look in the mirror as the hairdresser says "so, what should
we do today?". The reflection I see is that of a woman with shoulder
length red hair and features that are not mine.
I have also seen myself as a man with a mustache
and dark hair in what appears to be 19th century dress. And yes,
I have also had dreams where I look in the mirror and I know it is modern
times, i.e. now, and I see myself as I am today. I have no idea what
this means.
I've also had a dream where I am participating
in some sort of ancient ritual. I am wearing a long gown of burgundy
silk I believe (though I cannot be sure of the color now as it is a hazy
memory at best ). The gown is sleeveless, I know that. The
floor is a dirt floor. It appears that I am in a cave of some sort.
The walls are rock or stone, dark in color. Candles are burning brightly
all over and on the floor is a pentagram. I lay down on my belly
and start to crawl toward the pentagram. A woman's voice is directing
me toward the pentagram, telling me to pass through the two pillars of
candles. I don't see the woman, only hear her voice. I know that
others are there, watching, but I don't see them. I remember
the candles being almost like an arch, sitting in two very large and tall
candelabra-like fixtures. As I crawl on my belly and reach the columns
I heard her voice again. She says to me "Once you pass through you
will become a Daughter of Rhiannon, you will give up your old life, and
everything you've known from this moment on". I remember that I stopped
cold at these words and looked over my shoulder. Behind me
was a statue of Jesus Christ amidst the candles, and I remember screaming
"No! I can't!" Then I woke up. My heart was pounding
and I felt like it was real. I could feel the sand/dirt under my
body as I crawled toward the "arch" of candles. I have no idea what
the Daughters of Rhiannon are, or even if such a group ever existed, though
I know who Rhiannon is. All I know is that dream stayed with me for
days afterward.
Lastly is a dream I used to have on a recurring
basis when I was a child up until the age of 11. I haven't
had it it since, though I still remember it clearly. In the dream
I am outside my family's house in Queens, where I used to live in this
life. A car pulls up and two men get out. One of them hands
me a briefcase. They are dressed in suits and hats, kind of what
I would equate to Elliott Ness type suits in The Untouchables (I'm
dating myself again, I know). Anyway, they hand me the briefcase
and are about to tell me something when another car pulls up.
Men in dark suits emerge and start to yell "Drop it! Drop it Now!".
The men who handed me the briefcase get back in their car and flee.
I start to run down the street when suddenly a shot is fired. The
bullet hits me in my leg and I fall to the ground. Then I wake
up. My heart pounding each time. Every time I had the dream
it was the same scene replayed over and over. Not one change in the
details, or the dialogue, or the outcome. I have an odd, but faint,
birthmark on my left calf that looks like a wound of some kind. Oh
and the bullet... it hits me in the calf in the dream. I'd love to
know what all this means if anyone has any ideas. - Maharet
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I can remember the yeah 1744 and I was a girl
named Jessica. (some of my friends in THIS life remember this too!) Well
we can remember this guy named Larry that worked in a barn. He was chasing
us and then my friend died. I was really sad and i went swimming. Then
my foot got caught on something and I drowned. I also remember being in
a forest scared, huddled up to a tree with my friend and there was something
after us. Me and 4 other people remember all of this clearly.
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The second vision is in England/Europe, I am
14-15 yrs. old she is in a well-standing family, not poor but not aristocracy.
There are at least 2 sisters, one 17ish and one is 12-13 yrs... the younger
is called Lydia, the eldest is Eleanor but pronounced "El-en-a". We have
a step mother, and live near a canal or river. I am the tomboy and called
"K". I don't know if that is my real name... but that is what my sister
called me, otherwise they just call me "sister". I fell into the river,
I always ruin clothes and my stepmother hates me! Oh, and I love to climb
trees. My little sister has an illness, but is okay. My eldest sister gets
married there is a huge uproar over a dowry, and finding a suitable match.
The stepmother doesn't care who we marry just get us out. Last memory there
is a possible marriage then it stops!
This one is my oldest memory to date. I am a
small child, my mother is veiled or her head has a kerchief over it and
she is sitting with me on her lap. We are near some sort of field like
wheat and the woman are taking bunches and whacking it on the ground. There
are several women all with longish dresses and sandals on. I have on some
light clothing... and was fed some sort of bread dipped in sweet liquid
with a curryish taste. She called my name Aleia... pronouncd "Ah-lee-ah".
It ends
there. I know there are others but I don't have enough info these
are the most vivid
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Hi! my online name is Freedom. I
don't have a clue as to what this is but I would like to send this thing
whatever it is into the void. This is very vague and mostly is concerned
with the senses of sight and touch. The first is I don't know what
it is, but anyway I'm sitting on some sort of animal that resembles a horse
and in my left hand is a sward kind of, it's not really long enough to
be a sword but it's not short enough to be a dagger, I don't know it might
have been 3 1/2 to 4 feet long it's edges where really rustic and choppy
looking and there was some sort of leather or animal hide in the handle
that looked to be bloodstained, then I glanced down at my legs and I'm
in a white sort of dress with some sort of cloth wrapped around my feet.
Then something happens and I, we charge forward. Towards what I have
no idea the mist was covering it.
The second is really short. I'm at the
edge of a cave with a torch in my hand. There was something pulling
on the back of my head and it was really heavy maybe a cloak or my hair
or something. It didn't really hurt it just felt like someone was
tugging on the back of my scalp. It was cold and damp. There
was something else on my forehead that was cold and heavy it felt like
metal. As I'm walking deeper and deeper into the cave it begins to
get wider until we reach a cavern in the cave that was about 35ft x 45ft.
In this room on one wall there is writing all over it and I began reading
it. It wasn't like written text that we would see today they where
more like pictographs as opposed to letters. Then I knelt before
it and that's it.
The last one is strange because, I feel an emotion
so strong that I don't even think that English even has a word that even
comes close to describing it or any tongue for that matter. I'm walking
through some sort of marketplace or bazaar with a basket in my arm and
a servant carrying another. That same tugging on my scalp was there
again and this time my clothes where real heavy so I wasn't cold but that
cold heavy thing on my forehead was there again. As I'm walking through
looking at the strange goods I see a relatively young man he was about
my age I think and I exchange a first glance with him. I stop walking
he bows his head slightly then I feel a pain inside of me that could have
only come from the deepest reaches of my spirit that sadness and despair
does not even begin to describe. Then the servant tugs at my sleeve
and I continue walking with my head lowered looking at my hands.
I think that if these are in fact memories from
a past life that they are from the same life because the technology didn't
change and my hands looked exactly the same in all three ''memories'' if
you will. Maybe I'm just a crazy psycho that has gotten caught up in too
many movies and other TV media. Then why do I have this weird, eerie
feeling that it actually means something? blessed be, Freedom
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Now the next one is a life, but not the ordinary
life, my spirit life. This one I remember the clearest. I also remember
to an earlier date to which my soul was created, now that is interesting.
Any ways, In the spirit world I was a witch coming
from my past life and lives before that. Now there are many gods and goddess.
There are many kingdoms as there are gods. Now, I was at piece in the spirit
world, and one day I was thinking about the new arising christianity on
the earth. I studied it and got mad that they told so much lies and forced
people to convert. I held a campaign against the christian god who we felt
were preventing people from progressing into spiritual enlightenment. One
thing I am going to say here, children grow up to be parents/adults, likewise
we (children of the gods) grow up spiritually to parents/adults (gods.)
This I do believe we are to become gods ourselves. Many don't like me presenting
this idea to them, but that is ok. I also remember planing out my life
with a life planner (a special spirit helper who helps to plan out your
life.) Anyways, that is all I will say for now, bb, nathan
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Monday; 11/1/04 I am so
glad to find your website!
My past life memories and “de ja vu”
1. 1984: I
was in the kitchen of an old house I was renting on Long Island and was
working on a quilt. When you finish a quilt there is a special stitch you
make in order to bring luck and happiness to the owner of the quilt.
Well, I remember getting stuck on that stitch (I couldn’t remember how
to do it). Well, I looked up and I was literally in another
time….out west, on the prairie; I was in a one room house and the door
was open and all I could see was acres of prairie grass. I looked
down and I had a gingham (long sleeved and long dress) on and my hands
were dry. At the same time, someone placed their hand on my shoulder
and said, “You know that stitch; heavens, you’ve made so many of them quilts”.
Well, I looked down and did the stitch and looked up and I was right back
in my kitchen … the memory was comfortable.
2. 1987:
I was writing invitations for a friend of mine in calligraphy. Well,
I was in my office at the time and at a point, I closed my eyes to rest
them and when I opened them, I was in a room of stone at a long wooden
table. On the table was strange paper and very old writing instruments
and I was writing something in old English and in calligraphy. I
had on a monk’s robe and there were candles and a distant sound of water
dripping. I felt that I was a religious person and was copying something.
I closed my eyes and when I opened them I was right back in my office.
3. 1997: I worked in New
York City and had to take the Long Island Railroad home. Well, it
was a hot August afternoon and I remember distinctly that there were 4
Afro-American men standing by the doors to the train. As the train rolled
along, I looked out the window, but as I turned back and looked around
me in the train, the train was old and I remember looking at the 4 men
? they were dressed as workmen and I looked at the newspaper a man was
holding across from me and the year was 1863 and it was a southern newspaper.
I looked at the 4 Afro-American men and immediately thought, ‘they shouldn’t
be in this part of the train….they’re negroes.’ I looked around and
felt that I was in Georgia, 1863, it was summer. My dress was
brown and I was wearing brown lace gloves and a bonnet. The seats
were velvet. I closed my eyes and I was right back on the Long Island
Rail Road going home.
4. I attended a past life regression
and I saw myself in a 1890/00 era in an office with an open window (2nd
floor). I was standing by a desk and there were lots and lots of
political papers around, flags, etc. I felt that I was active in
some sort of election or the right to vote.
5. Went west in 1998 and to Arizona,
Colorado and Nevada. When I got off the plane, I felt that I had
been there before and I cried ? it was as if I was home again. When
I went to the Hopi reservation, it was a distinct feeling of de ja vu…that
I had done it before and I was so very, very comfortable. I didn’t
feel as though I was Indian, but that as a white person, I had been around
Indians.
6. Recently, I’ve been
drawn to the 1880’s ? I will see pictures or books that trip a feeling
and knowing. Yesterday, went to a village restoration project (1800s) and
I remember thinking, “this is a time I did live.”
7. The one happening
which even upset my Mother:
1961: It was February and I stayed home from school
and was reading the New York Times. To preface this: Since I was
a little girl, I have been fascinated by WWII ? and no one knows why.
Well, I started to read and there was a very little article
which told about a WWII plane found in some
Sand dunes near Normandy Beach and that the skeleton of the
pilot was in the plane. I got so cold and Started to sweat
and I remember the words in my head, “they found me!” I felt very
“disjointed” and Got my Mother, told her what happened and she said,
“Well, that explains you wanting to be a Soldier as the age of 5.”
That memory has always, always stayed with me and to this day, I cannot
Complete the book, D-Day, 6th of June” nor sit through “D-Day” the
movie…I get a tight feeling and am So very afraid and I walk
away or put down the book.
Hope this helps, Toni Keys
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I'm not sure if these are the kind of recollections
you are looking for, but they have always stuck in my mind. I also
often feel I have lived through the Holocaust as I cannot watch any films
about it without it affecting me in a very odd way. At one time I
almost passed-out when I saw a programme about Auschwitz. I also
have similar feelings about the Titanic, but I think that might just be
a sort of 'mass sympathy' thing. - Julie E. Lewis
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