I am a 57 year old woman who has had past life dreams for a long time. Usually they begin after a regular dream that changes into flashes of light  like having an old fashioned light bulb go off in your face. But these are of every color you can think of and many more.
PAST LIFE DREAMS
    In an old school, I descend to the basement by the stairs. Down there I see a long wooden table with dozens of plain rectangular wooden boxes in it that stretch away from me. In each box are artifacts I recognize as mine. In one is an Egyptian linen garment & the glint of gold and other jewelry. In others are the habit and long rosary of a medieval priest; a Roman sword and garb…Everything I see in the boxes I recognize as mine. Each box represents a past life, I sense..
    I fly overhead and gradually descend over ziggurats & ancient Mesopotamia. Suddenly I find myself in a workshop deliberately & expertly working with my hands. I am a craftsman making small models of the temple to be sold to visitors who have come to be healed.. MESOPOTAMIA  Millenia B.C. Flying overhead- see hot, dry, dusty land with ziggurats.I am a model maker who sculpts miniature temples for the sick who came to be cured to take home. I descend and am inside my workroom looking down at my talented man's hands. I am inside but still flooding light outside and baking heat. I stand in a hot, dusty and sun-drenched street with sand at my sandaled feet. A crowd gathers with excitement and ecstasy and our goddess, my goddess, approaches. I am thrilled as I run towards her in the street. She is beautiful beyond words, very blonde and serene. We call out her name and it echoes in my head: Inanna, Inanna, Inanna.
    I am overwhelmed with excitement and deep love. Suddenly she morphs into a very calm, very sad man in another hot, dusty street. I see Jesus, AS I SAW HIM, the Man of Sorrows, not the King of Kings. Know absolutely I saw him in the flesh as he was. Roman Judea
    A picture in gray: I live by a gray sea, the sky is gray and the stone buildings are gray. I live with my husband and children in a neighboring village to the one I grew up in. Visiting my old home by the sea, I feel wonderfully happily to be there by the seaside with my brothers, There are 4 or 5 of them and I an overjoyed to be with them again. Think : I haven’t lost them after all; I can’t ever lose them. We’re far north and the climate is cool but I’m used to it. Was this in Denmark? My brothers are fisherman or sailors, maybe Vikings. Viking lands?
    In a crowded noisy place trying to sleep. Pull a quilt over me & suddenly I am a Civil War soldier with others under hand made quilts around me. We are lying on the ground at night trying to sleep.
    There is a swirling fog and it is late at night . I walk the cobblestone streets in fear. Looking down I see a Victorian skirt that I’m wearing. Walking all alone I’m very afraid. Approaching the bridge I hear footsteps echoing behind me, following me and I begin to run in terror. A clock is tolling.. Know I am going to be ripped to pieces. Victorian London
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    have just found your website after having a bit of a browse, i thought i would write to tell you of my experiences.. its more of having a memory of a memory really but when i was little i would have recurrant dreams about being drowned in a pond, (i think), i was wearing a long brownish dress that was floating around me, as was my hair which was very long, and i coulnt get back up to the top to breathe. i have the feeling this was 1700's maybe.
    i also have the memory of being a man on a horse on top of a sand dune, and my horses reins had red tassels.
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    Hi, I've read things off your website and I believe 100% in past lives. I myself, have th intense feeling i've had a few but I can't be sure. I feel connected with France. Not remotely modern at all, when I watched the movie "Marie Antoinette" (with Kirsten Dunst); I felt as if I should know so much more about France in that era. My first memory of knowing a nursey rhyme or a lullaby is being able to sing Allouette and thinking that an aunt from this life taught it to me, but I realise now that couldnt be possible, I remember knowing that song at about 3 or 4 and the aunt from this life I thought taught it to me wasn't in the family then. I've also been extremely frustrated that I can't speak French fluently anymore. Which is weird to say, because I learnt French at school but never have I been able to speak it fluently. I feel as though I should be able to though. I just cant anymore.
    Ever since I can remember I've had an affinity with horses. Just seeing them makes me cry (I'm not kidding, it's weird) and I don't understand why AT all. If I watch movies like 'Spirit' or 'Seabiscuit' or 'The Horse Whisper', I get this overwhelming feeling of absolute adoration and/or respect. Once I was watching 'Spirit' and I was just bawling. I was really confused because it's not a sad movie really.
    Another country I've felt connected to is England, probably the 1800's period. The clothing, the lifestyle (though I know little about it), the manner in which people were brought up to behave in. It all feels absolutely comfortable to me and I miss it sometimes but i dont know why. I don't understand how or why I can feel that way about a period and a country. Especially since I'm not from England and have never been there. If I ever lived in 1800 England. I wasn't poor. I [think I] remember balls, relatively lavish and merry. I also 'remember' old London, but also one particular part of the English countryside, however I cannot pinpoint anything more on that. Just English countryside. Sometimes I feel like all I want to do is go back to what I knew, and what I was happy with. I liked that life. It's very vague but I've had these intense feelings for a few years.
    The final country I feel particularly 'connected' to is America, probably the 1900's this time. Again, it goes back to horses, countryside but also Native Americans ?. I think. All I know is I feel like there's something I once had and it's connected with America. All of it's very vague and I don't know much more than strange feelings.
    There's a weird feeling I have, not to do with countries, but that I have to write a letter to someone. I have no idea who it is, but that I love them very much and I think I let them down somehow (died too early or left some other way or something). I always go to write a letter thinking I know exactly who it's to and what I have to say. I genrally tend to select a pen that would give the same look as an old fashioned ink and nib might have; and I'm always prone to writing in cursive. Apparently I've been able to do that since I was much younger (I'm 17 now). I feel bad that I can't write the letter. I just don't know what I'm meant to write or who it's too. All I know is that I'm supposed to write a letter and it's massively overdue.
    I get the strangest ache for children that i don't have, and have never had (in this life). I'm not old enough to be craving children the way some women do when they get 'broody'. I love children and I always have, and I've always been very good with them. Especially young children. But I feel that I have children, a few actually and I miss them so much. This is another thing I don't understand.
    This may be extremely irrelevant; but I have this deep rooted fear of pyramids. which I find strange because I'm fascinated by them, part of me would love to visit them. But it's as if there's another 'me' that is fearful of going inside the pyramids. That it's dangerous and that they should never have been disturbed by anyone. That all the warnings about curses etc are not to put people off. I just find this strange...I have no connection to Egypt (that I know of). And have only ever been interested in it. This thought(s) occured after I'd watched (yet another) a movie that was based (however loosely) on pyramids and the curses and evil in them.
    Because classical music is difficult to place in time period for me; I can't pinpoint anything. But as most children my age would have thought at a younger age, classical music = old people and boredom. I used to think that it was stupid. Upon hearing it again, it's comforting to me without my knowledge as to why. If I'd never heard it before (another life?) I doubt that I would like it at all now. Most of it I don't like. It's all very strange to me. I've always had an affinitey with water; however deep, beyond my comprehension, water terrifies me to some extent. I LOVE water though. Water is hugely present in my life. Don't understand the water thing either.
    Animals. I get frustrated a little that I can't communicate with them now (?). As if i used to be able to do that. I love animals, maybe its just a thing that annoys me. That I can't communicate with them. I dont know.
    I think this may very well be the last confusing thing I have to write to you about. I began getting the feeling there was a presence with me. I believe it to be female and very close to me [emotionally]. One night I went to sleep but woke up again and I remember looking around in absolute surprise, looking at my fingers quizzically. except it wasnt me. It was like i was still in my body observing, but I wasn't controlling my body. I think i got scared or something but I fell back to sleep and it hasnt happened again.
    One final thing is that I feel this huge ache for a man I love very dearly but I remember him from the 1800/1900's and i know he loves me dearly. I think  I have had dreams about him which started when I was 13. They always have him in them, he's always the same and I can never remember his face once I'm awake. the weird thing is that the dreams always had something from this life n them. People I know now. Places I know now. I do not understand any of this and I want to. Maybe it's all just my crazy mind. I hope not though. - Cheers. Felicity.
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     my recollection's may sound....odd, ok well ever sense I was a little boy I've had dreams of serving and then killing Hitler,when I have these dreams I sit up in my bed and speak in German [which i do not know how to in my conscious mind] I remember making it seem as suicide so I would not be taken by his personal body guards [I believe my past life may have been Adolf Eichmann],then yet another my most previous life  I remember living in the middle east being friends with a young boy named Saddam Hussein I knew from around age 15 what he was planning and I didn't stop him although I did have dreams of thousands of people I had never met but I knew them all telling me to do my duty, I didn't listen until it was too late I tried to kill him but I became one of his thousands of faceless torture victims........ then one day while I was meditating I had a vision of a person in an Pharaohs clothing I knew who he was Seti I to be exact and he told me the source of my eternal bond to this earth he told me of a deal he made with Ra and Anubis so that he could have a son to carry on his empire the deal was that he would save and protect humanity at all costs for all eternity, he did also tell me to be ready young guardian storm clouds are gathering,also asked him what was purpose he told me only the faceless elements would whisper light into the darkness of confusion. I noticed a pattern in there zodiac signs [all zodiac signs have an according element] they run in an elemental cycle water, earth, fire, and air. I am the element of fire. I meditate daily to contact the other side... what does it all mean?
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I did a past life regression, and I SWEAR that what I say is what I really saw whether it was just a vivid imagination or not...
    Vision One... Pain- In a forest somewhere... I think it was an early settlement in America...
I felt like I was moving.. I looked up and I saw the tops of trees everywhere surrounding me.... I stopped. Then I felt terrible pain in my arm... I think that I was stabbed by someone. I'm not sure the, but I believe I looked different... but with the same color hair...
    (Symbol...this just symbolized something... but I don't know what)
*I looked everywhere around me and saw nothing... Then I saw a tree branch... I went over to the tree branch and on the branch there was a snake coiled around it.. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. The snake (somehow) grew bigger and moved to my hight, stuck it's face right in mine, opened its mouth, hissed, and lunged, but before it could hurt me, I was in the next vision... * This isn't a past memory, but a symbol of something that I don't know...
    Vision Two... Grief -I think this was in either Great Britain or Ireland, but I couldn't tell... I think I was Irish and my husband was British
I'm in a bed.. and I feel a stroong ghost of pain in my stomach. I look at someone who's holding a baby. my baby... I look at her (I think she was my slave or servant), and I say: "I will name him Alexander- after his father." Then I felt a terrible grief... the father must have died. I had blond hair, and I knew this because I saw it spill over the bed sheets... I think.. because of what the servant was wearing that It was from the 1500s to the 1700s
    Final Vision... ( terrible... terrible) Fear
I am in a room. I feel like I am hiding from something or someone (probably during a war) the room is dark and I am breathing heavily and shuddering (iin real life as well due to the strength of the vision) It had to have been at least one hundred years ago because I have on a very nice pink gown that is in another time's fashion, and I somehow know that I was older than I am now. I am hidden behind a crate or something, and I can't see when all of a sudden the door bursts open and there is a figure... very larg (probably a man) in the frame. I can't see what he looks like because it is bright outside and dark in the room.. but I can see his silhouette... I know him some how so I get out of my hiding spot and call to him... when he comes over, grabs me, and starts to strangle me... I can't handle any more, so I leave the vision.. And I am still shaking... and for some odd reason my hips hurt... I think he either killed me right on the spot or raped me, but I didn't stay in the vision long enough to find out.... I know that this was at least one hundred years ago... and I know I was somewhere in Europe... either France or England... because the man that tried to hurt me had a French accent... but I never spoke so I don't know what would have come out of my mouth... I know in this one (somehow) that I looked very similar to how I do now... only I had very dark brown hair when my hair is now a medium brown...
     I was scared to try to see into my past anymore... but I had a dream of the woman in the third vision... I didn't start going crazy about past lives until I had this dream...
     Well I had this dream of this man. It was in another time... I was in love with this man, and he was in trouble and being persecuted for things that his father did... he was trying to run and he collapsed, nearly dead on my place... he had run to me. I nursed him back to health and he proposed...but then they took him and threw him in jail... he had never done anything. It was everything that his father had done that got him in trouble. this dream took place many, many years ago in a place that seemed like great britain because of the clothing (could have been france too though). As I said before.. I know that this was at least one hundred years ago... I have had a few dreams of this man, but this was the first of him going to prison.
    something completely irrelevent, but that I just wanted to say is that I have been, for as long as i can remember, judged every man i have met by his appearance, and if they are not similar i find it hard to become attracted to them....
    I also get very strong deja vu on many, many things... and I know that I lived farther back than what's up there... I also have an affinity to learning languages.. which means that I must have lived in man places... I hate the world now the way it is, and constantly wish that I was in one of my past live instead of here...
    I just remembered this repetitive dream that I had when I was little... There was this man in this truck (I was a little girl in the dream too). It was a red Chevrolet, but it was a very old model, so this must've been long enough ago that I could have been reborn 14 years ago (next week)... but anyway, the man keeps delivering these packages daily, and every time he delivers a package, he and my dad get into a fight... he had curly red hair. and my dad actually looked similar to my father now, except he had jet black hair... anyway I had this dream so many times that one dat I asked my dad when the man in the red truck was coming by our house.. and my dad asked what man I was talking about, and I replied, " The man with the red hair that delivers packages, and that you always get in fights with." Now that I look back on it, I think this was a past life memory, and I think that this man shot my father
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    I get very strong deja vus. Also, i have some very distinct memories that i dont know where they came from. Two that I can remember:
    1) the first one is really faded now. But ever since I was little i have had the memory of me very peacefully falling from the heavens to earth. the sky was really blue and i was very high up on a cloud. God was there to say goodbye.
    2) I have a very strong memory of a victorian christmas that makes me really happy. there was classical music and victorian food and lots of elegant rich people dressed in beautiful victorian clothes  I often think of that christmas and want other christmases to be like it.
    i’ve wondered where these memories came from but never really thought that these could be from past lives. the first, falling from the sky into my life, and the second from a past life in victorian times. how exciting! i want to know more!   
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    My name is Lori and I believe my dreams are taking to other places. Sometimes I flash for a second to riding in a covered wagon, I see the scenery in front of me and I'm back again, other times I am looking through someone else's eyes as though I am still me inside them. I have seen an old man killed by a wild boar. I have been led by a spirit to see the ghosts of the dead underwater. I have a hard time explaining these dreams, especially writing them. I know sometimes what will be said before it is said and someone close to me has no chance of deceiving me as I know when they have done wrong and exactly what they've done. This is the first site I have come across that even begins to discuss what I am looking for. I want to do a birth chart, I want to know what is going on and develop it if I do have a gift. The dreams have stopped for about 2 weeks since my grandmother suddenly appeared and walked over and kissed me. What could that mean? She is still alive so I am all mixed up. - Thank you, Lori
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    I believe that i have lived many past lives because i have dreamed of them, and i know  deep inside that it is me. I have dreamed that I were a part of royalty during pharaoh's time, a roman soldier, a sea-faring leader, a Chinese man, and i have also lived around the time of Christ or close to that. What i want to share is one of my dreams, in my dream, i am a woman holding a high estate or part of royalty during pharaoh's time, maybe his wife. In my dream, i saw a pyramid, it is as if i am a visitor, then there is a woman, i know instantly that i am that woman. Her hair is straight up to shoulder, she has a headdress, and has a blue eye-shadow. Then i entered a mummy. When i woke up, my analysis is that I am that woman, and then i was mummified when i died. 
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    I do not know if it is a past life but, I feel a strong connection of being a witch practicing majik easily but, also shifting into wolf form and running free through forests. I see myself walking through green fields completely at home amongst fairies and lupins. is this insane? please give me your insight. - thanks, carrie
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    Hello, I'm Kat (Katheryn). I'm a 19 year old female and hail from the west coast of the USA... not that I feel I belong here, that is. Warning: the following statement is sometimes annoyingly long and rambling ...I have tried to group like topics into paragraphs.
     I'll begin with saying that I have been said to have a rather vivid imagination and have always been artistic, whether painting, sketching, etc. Also, working with said imagination, I tend to read alot, though most of my recreational reading is historical fiction, which very well may cloud any recollections I have of a life before. However, I know I have lived before. I cannot tell you how or why I know this, nor can I tell when exactly or who I may have been. I have gotten flashes in the past of different times and scenery, though in none can I see any part of myself.
     The earliest of these images came at roughly the same time when I was very young. I believe these were once part of a dream sequence, but they have since become concrete memories. In one, which I believe came first, I am running through the underbrush of a dark forest--conifers (possibly an old-growth forest)--I had a softly-loping gait, like that of a four-legged animal. I also remember sitting on the ground, looking out into the forest from between trees as a fog rolls in--this fog is present as I run as
well. I hear sound as though through a filter of some kind. Muted through distance, maybe. I have always been connected to both felines and canines, and at times feel as though I should have ears, whiskers and tail, so either may be correct. As to the second, I am flying over low hills. Sometimes the scene changes and I pass over a forest or fence, but the low hills always return. Both of these occur at night, and there is a glow over the landscape, alluding to the moon being present, though I do not know, past this, where either may have occured.
    I oft times behave like a cat, curling up to sleep and having odd catlike facial expressions. I am alergic to dairy and though cats tend to be fed cream or (at least those I have known) raid the cheese when it is left out, I have heard that milk is bad for cats, though this may be untrue. I seem to have a natural affinity for being around animals as well and have always been entranced by small creatures, whether they be insect, mammal, bird, reptile, or amphibian. I am also vegetarian.
    Throughout childhood (sometimes today as well) I drew countless images of hills. Most times, it was an image of two hills coming togther with a small stream between them. Sometimes, a small house, pond, trees, or people were also present. On another side-note, I'm almost certain I was male in at least one of my former lives--most likely, a recent one as it sometimes seems that bits of my plumbing are missing... make of that what you will. That and sometimes I seem to remember MM sex scenes--of course, that could be attributed to the historical fiction and such like that I read.
    In addition to all of this, I have long been facinated with not only History (prehistoric till about the 1500s or so), but native world cultures as well. I feel a need to know what actually happened in and to these peoples and cultures in which they lived, rather than just what documented history says transpired. I am inspired by music from around the world--Native American songs, Indian music, sounds from Asia, the Middle East, chants, and songs from Celtic Europe, espically the British Isles.
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    I had my first experience with a past life regression,facilitatedby my co-worker, an M.D. He lead me back in a hypnosis and the first thing I saw was a little girl walking down a dirt road or lane,. She entered an old fashioned country store with a pickle barrel and a pot bellied stove. It was empty. She was waeaing a gingham dress, ala Laura Engles, the store shelves lined the walls with dry goods. She heard a noise in the back of the store and when she went in, two rough looking men were in the procees of killing the storekeeper. They then raped her and killed her.
    I started to moan and then I heard the Doctor's voice saying come back Emilie,something's wrong and I opened my eyes. It was a horrific vision but the worst part was the emotional attachment I felt for the little girl and I realized that was because it was me. I avoided the past life search but every time Iremembered the "vision", I started to cry. I knew I had to re-visit it when I felt really safe to take grown up Emilie from this life to confront the surly beasts. I was away on a romantic weekend at a Four Season resort with my boyfriend and he was holding me in front of him in a very large hot tub.We were in the corner and I didn't say anything to him about the experience or that I was about to go back into a meditation of the store.When I reached the store as big Emilie I entered the back room in the middle of their assault of me and screamed at them to stop and go away, I was overwhelmed when suddenly my boyfriend was in the room and pulled me back to the hot tub. He said what the hell was that? I found you in a vision and you were in trouble so I pulled you back. I told him the whole story then and we felt very close,very intimate on a soul plane.
    On the drive home from the resort we saw Kndalinies in the sky which reinforced our intimacy. This was the first regression, I have had many others, I've had many lives,many as a dying solider,I felt myself behind the eyes looking out during my death.I believe this is why I am anti-war in this life.I was lead back at a conference of Spirit in NYC by the prominent past-life regression Therapist/Psychiatrist,Brian L.Weiss,M.D.That was a simple life and when he told us to look at the others in the vision to see if they were people in this life, I was the daughter of my current daughter and my son was in the vision as a friend of  a colonial landholder, then my father but he was someone I 'did not know'.
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    When I was young I remember knowing that I use to work on cars before this life. I remember going with my Dad to the Garage and telling people working there that I use to work on cars just like them. Of course no one believed me. I loved cars in that past life. My favroite car was the Ford Mustang. It still is one of my cars is a Mustang lol. I can remember driving down the road in my Mustang from that past life with the radio on listening to classic rock from the late 60's-70's. My Mustang from that past life was a 4-speed. In this life a friend of the families decide to show me how to drive a 5-speed in her car. And she was amazed at how well I did. I was a natural at it. I was easy on the clutch and changing gears was no problem for me. I remember the friend of the familes asking me over and over again "ARE YOU SURE YOU'VE NEVER DRIVEN A 5-SPEED BEFORE"???? I bought my first 5-speed ( a Mustang of course lol ) a week ago and it feels like old times driving it.
    Then there is a friend of mine (who was sadly killed 7 yrs ago ) who I met when I was 7. I can't remember much about our past life. Just that we have been in 2 past lives. We never got together romatically in this life but his spirit is around me 24/7. He watches over me and whenever I'm sad he confrounts me I can feel his arms around me. My brother and I were together in a past life but it was tragic. I watched him get killed so I don't like remembering that one. In another past life I was a beautiful blond woman. I slept around with about every guy lol. And I looked in the mirror and said "WHY AINT MY HAIR BLOND WHY AINT I BEAUTIFUL ANYMORE"????
    Then my mother from this life was my best friend and we owned a cleaning business. My Mother and me are more like best friends than Mother and Daughter. We have a friend of the family who ever since I first met her I have always disliked her. The reason why is cause she had me killed in another life. She betrayed me and had me killed. In one life I was on drugs really badly. All I remember is I'm in the bathroom sitting on the toliet. I then died cause I OD'ed on drugs by accident. Than in another past life I was a Lesbian. I hate remembering that Lesbain life. I commited suicide in that one so I don't really like remembering that one.
    Then in another life I had 2 kids a boy and a girl. Ages 2 months to 1 yrs old. All I remember is they're in the tub, I leave the bathroom for a few minutes, than I come back and they're in the tub DEAD. I remember running out of the house screaming. Then I'm with this guy (who I have met in this life, his name is Joe) who I have just married. We're living in this small SMALL cabin. We have no bed cause we're sleeping on the floor, we're POOR, but we're happy cause we're together. Than I remember us having a romatic time at the beach. I can see him running up to me with open arms and the sun shinning. Than I remember me in my house seating down getting ready to write Joe a love letter. I was very determined to gave him this love letter. Than I'm a nun. I'm walking with the other nuns. I see a priest. He turns around and the priest turns out to be JOE!!! I remember knowing. Joe's face ( expcially his eyes ) are still the same as they were in our past lives.
    Ever since I was little I always knew I was gonna be with an older man. Joe is 25 yrs older than me. I also know that I'm gonna marry him someday. But there you go there's the past lives I can remember - Chris
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    Hi, seen your web site and decided to share two past lives I've had. When I was 5 years old I went with my Dad to drop off his truck at the garage above my house. I had NEVER step foot inside a Garage before. When I walked in I stopped, looked around, and said "YOU KNOW DAD I'VE WORKED IN A GARAGE JUST LIKE THIS ONE A LONG TIME AGO". Of course my Dad didn't believe me. But I knew that I had worked in a garage before, and I believe it would explain my love for cars.
    Than on July 15, 2006 I met a guy in Charlotte. There was something about him that drew me to him. When I first seen him I stopped and stared at him. Than a few days later I seen a picture of him and all of a sudden I got this feeling that came over me. I felt that in a different time we were together, it was just us, no one else or anything else mattered, and we were in love. Than I started hearing Paula Abdul's Rush Rush. I also felt that he's been gone for sooooooooo long like 20 yrs or more. Than last month I seen him again. We were in a room filled with 50 thousand people and out of all them people he stopped right in front of me and stared at me, than he approached me, then he had to go. A few nights ago I dreamed of our past life. I was looking into his eyes when all the sudden I got this huge feeling of marriage. I seen myself marrying him. I started saying my wedding vows to him, than I started crying because I was so happy. I was told by a psychic that him and me were together in 12 past lives and we were married. I've also been told he's the man I'm gonna marry in this life too.  So I do believe in past lives. Thanks for listening.  Peace. Stevie....
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    I'm 17, and i have had several past life memories.
    - I have a vague memory of climbing a pyramid and sitting on the throne....and the sun was beaming within me....i could feel myself raising in the air, but all i could remember seeing was an eye.Ý was i an egyptian queen???
     -I have a vague memory of hiding in a synagogue or convent during the holocaust. I was hiding because I was afraid. I thought i was in purgatory because it seemed like a waiting room. But suddenly the SS man came and shoved a gun in my face because he told me he had killed my family, and I remember going to visit a neighbor who told me that he would adopt me because my parents were dead.Ý all i remember was that i was crying and being left at a train station.
    - I also do remember being a flapper during the 1920's.....i was part of a mafia family, we lost everything in the great depression, and don't remember anything after that life.
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    I have some web pages on the topic and I'll be happy to contribute. I clearly recall not just one but several past lives and then some...
    Before I was born for the fist time I recall enter an "existence" on a place called Redsen. My parents were both committed to philanthropy at the time. They brought me here to continue my ongoing development. Before that I lived a completely separate series of lives called an Existence. It ended before I was ready but I learned a lot. Some of that existence took place during early Greek civilization. I recall a person I met then that I've met on other occasions in other lives. Twice we've become friendly.
     Beginning in a about 1520 after my parents brought me here,.  was a "rider", an arrangement my "parents" made with a person. I was allowed to follow him (in a special arrangement that allowed me to hear and seesome things through him) around for a while and watch what he did so I could get a better feel for living, and to help me recall what it was like to be alive again.
     Then I was born in about 1720 or so in Scotland to a rather old and ill father. My mother wasn't able to care for me and my father so she sent me to live with my uncle in South Wales. About three days walk to the ocean. I married a beautiful woman and raised two daughters. My wife passed when she was about 30 or so, probably of uterine cancer. She was in a great deal of pain for over a year before she finally passed. My two children, Raychel and Leah where both in their early teens when their mother dieÝand I had a very difficult time with them for a while. They fought a lot for a while until we had a family "epiphany" and got real honest about missing their mother.
    We lived in a house that I built (with some helpon the edge of a spring where ground water made a very deep pool. I remember my donkey that I rode to work every day and how I wanted her to come in the house but the "family" objected. I remember my aunt who treated me like one of her own. She raised goats for the milk and the meat. She also had sheep, which I despised. I remember my uncle teaching me how to use a sword and how to do iron work. His education got be a job as a guard for the Crown of South Wales. I worked for the "Crown" of South Wales, a governmental system based on community support rather than a "Royal Entitlement" by birth. My job was to guard a storehouse where the "Crown" kept items in transit for those in need. I passed in my mid 60's or so inÝthe home I built with my two daughters sitting next to me. Peaceful...
     Next I was born to parents I never knew. I was either traded or found by a camp of Native American people who accepted me, for the most part, as one of their own. When I was about 8 year old one of the older boys was almost killed by someone in the camp. I found him in the woods nearly dead. I helped nurse him back to health and we traveled together for most of our lives.
     Then in 1922 I was born in Jersey City, New Jersey to loving parent. I had a sister. I had a best friend that went to school with me until I was in High School. The Jersey West School District wouldn't register me. They sent me to a special school in Hoboken called the Liberty School. I graduated in about 1941 and took ajob as an instructors aid in Chula Vista California. I was 19 at the time. I taught remedial geometry to students who had difficulty with both language and the "American"teaching style. I met a girl my own age and just as we were falling in love I was recruited by the US Air Force on a "Fast Track" officer training program. I did a short basic training and was immediately and illegally stationed outside London, England at a small airbase. We flew sorties to collect weather data for the RAF. We flew in an old WWI bomber aircraft converted to carry weather instruments. One afternoon we got orders to fly that night and I got a very odd feeling. I knew I wasn't coming back. During the flight, we ran into a German patrol who first shot out the starboard engine. As the captain was asking us if we wanted to ditch or spend the war in a POW camp, the second engine was hit and we began to spiral out of control towards the English Channel. I recall writing "Time of Death, 10:18 PM" on the pad of paper I was using to keep the barometer measurements I was taking. The last thing I recall was seeing a large diamond shaped flash of light as my head hit the back of the captains chair...
     Born again in 1959 in San Diego California to my current parents. I know them both very well. I'm one of seven children. Both parents are living, as are all my siblings. This life is hardly over so keep in touch... Besides recalling past lives here I also recall where I was between those lives. If any of you reading this are interested I'll be happy to share and validate as much as I can. I've discovered that most of us have lived in other places too. We don't recall those places yet because we haven't developed enough. But eventually we will... - Thomas in Portland, Oregon dated June 7th 2007
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     Well, I have a few memories, but not that many, and they aren't really complete. I have been told many of them through some readings with a friend, but have remembered a little on my own.
    In another life, I only remember a little. I remember that I was either a female or a young man, young, but strong, muscular. I had a spear, and had been fighting. All I really truly remember is the sky was orange, the sun was setting wherever I was. I felt the spear of an enemy plunge into my gut, felt a spark of pain, more a shock than anything... and then strangely was removed from the sensation of pain, becoming more aware of the feeling of my own life draining from me. Falling to my knees, sort of smiling down at the ground as my vision goes. I believe I am dead before I fall.
    I have been shot, in another dream, and believe this to be a life I remember very little about. I was male, probably an officer of some type, in some unknown time. I was chasing after some people who had seemed to take a girl hostage. I know this girl in this life, I feel it was her. I failed her, as I was shot, in the stomach and chest. Again, I didn't feel the pain, but I felt the sensation of my blood leaving me. Of great dissapointment, in myself, that I couldn't rescue her. That I'd failed. As I died this time, I remember falling onto my back, sort of on my side, and looking up onto the metal stairs where they were taking her. My last vision was of them running out of my line of sight.
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I was very happy there, I was in Polynesia, I was a young girl, I came out of the ocean, beautiful weather, enjoying myself , free, walking over the mountain by the ocean, green everywhere, a small river over, came by my tribe, saw a boy called Mala,I was in love with him, I had an older sister Melinqua,I was Petinqua,there was an old wise man. All of a sudden we had to go all in a hole in the ground,I was sitting next to the old man, we had to stay there and wait.T hat was it. I knew the volcano erupted. Probably we all died in there. But it was such a happy life. When i was a girl of about six or seven i renembered i always wanted to play under an other name, my cousins and sister had to call me Petinqua. Didn't know where I invented that name, but at age of 26 I descovered under hypnosis where it camed from.
    Then I renember a terrible life, still under hypnosis. i'm a young girl 13, i'm walking in empty streets, don't dare to go further almost, the atmosphere is scaring me, raining dark. I go in a house, I know it's mine, i go uptstairs. Some photo on the wall attracts, i know there something on the backside but cannot see. I get stuck above on the stairs, don't dare to look what's behind the door of the room.I push myself to go in. I see and hear a grammophone playing
and scratching on the same song over and over again. I go fast to downstairs, to the livingroom, cold, burned smell. Terrible! a woman is laying shot against the wall with a paternoster in her hand. It's my mother.The other side of the room.I have to swallow by seeing this.My little brother is laying there with a holy book at his head. He's dead too. Shot. I don't know if I'm dead too or what. I shocked awake. It was too terrible to stay there - Greet, Belgium Europe
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    Hello. I'm a young woman age twenty two. I've always had dreams and intense feelings about things. I'm obsessed with Scotland. Everything to do with it especially The Isle of Sky. I know the smell of heather and I know what the weather feels like. I know what battles were like. I know the language and can see places in my mind. The only problem with this is that I've never ever been to Scotland. I've never been out of America, and only to a few states.
    Another thing that has influenced my life now is about eight years ago my junior high school
went on a trip to historical places. We called it the Washington D.C. trip. It happened the first
time at the Governor's Mansion. We were in the ballroom on a tour and I was suddenly freezing. I had on two shirts and a jacket and it was March so it wasn't very cold. The ballroom around me became fuzzy and then suddenly cleared. It was filled with men and women dressed very gaily in formal dress. I don't know exactly when this was but they were dressed in victorian fashion. I clearly saw myself a little different looking but basically the same, dressed in a green ball gown and pearls. I was walking outside with another couple and a man. The man and I had our arms hooked together talking with the other couple. I didn't look to happy but not sad either. I looked... resigned to my fate. I followed the figures out side on through the garden until they came to a little hill. There was a stone wall at the bottom. On the other side was a set of train tracks. I heard a train whistle and came out of the trance or whatever it was. I was by myself on the little hill but there was no train coming.
    The second time were were in Jamestown and I felt like I belonged. Like I had come home.
Jamestown in a recreation of the first settlement. They even had battles and indian villages
near. I felt at home in the Indian village. I knew where I was going and what people were doing
without having to explain.
    I get these feeling sometimes or I get images or dreams. They seem so real that I can't shake them. Sometimes I forget them, sometimes I can't.  thanks, Morae
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    My girlfriend and I were talking once while we were still friends, about dreams we've had that we are more than confident are past life occurrences. I was telling her about a few dreams when, strangely, they all seemed to fit together and explain certain feelings in this life. To explain, I first have to begin here and now. I come from a military family, everyone wishes for me to follow in my family's footsteps. I have finally convinced them that I do not wish to join the military. My reasons are simple... I dislike and fear the military. Until recently, I didn't really know why.
    I've only had a few dreams, and the where and when are somewhat unknown, but here goes.
My first dream I was in a uniform, it was grey. I was feeling anger and resentment about something that wasn't quite clear to me. There were four other men in the room, and a woman that I presume was sleeping on a couch. Three men grabbed the fourth and brought him to his knees in front of me. I remembered him looking up to me, just before I removed my handgun from its holster at my waist, pointed and fired. I woke up as I pulled the trigger, and had trouble sleeping for sometime after.
    My second dream was short, confusing, and seemed unreal. I was in a tower, all around me was water. I looked out a small window at the water and saw a man hopping from one rock to another away from the tower to land. The man was wearing a robe, the colour unclear.
    The third and final dream to date, is also short and to me, the most frightening. I was carrying a sword and shield, wearing armour over my chest. I was running towards what was perhaps a village with a large wall around it. The village was completely engulfed in flames. I remember feeling a sense of awe at its beauty against the backdrop of the night sky. Out of nowhere came a spear, I had no time to react. The spear hit me in the chest. I fell to my knees,
holding and staring in horror at the spear in my chest. I couldn't move, and couldn't scream. I woke in a cold sweat.
    I believe these dreams are telling me that I am a soldier, Throughout the centuries, I have served, and died, for my people. I can't stand the military, but I have always been drawn to it. Now, with the events of Sept.11, I fear that I will have to become a soldier once again. - RavenWolf, Canada
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    When i was in 9th grade my history teacher announced that today we are going to learn about the Mayan civilization. This was the first time i had even heard of Mayans and i was sure it would be boring. he gave us a worksheet to fill out while watching a video, and i knew the answers before the video got to them I felt lightheaded and i couldn't breathe. This really scared me. since then i have had like little flashes of things that never happen to me from all different times and places I even have a memory of being burned at a stake. I want to remember more than just these "little flashes" if anyone could help me remember. -
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1. The most recent past life that is still fresh in my mind is that of a cat.  I was a grey and white tabby type... very pretty to behold.  I didn't really live very long, though, because I recall "seeing" a car bumper a few inches in front of my face, and after that everything is blank.
2. I've had a reoccurring one ever since the first day I met a good male friend of mine some 8-9 years ago.  I'm in the woods, very green and lush, picking some wild herbs and flowers for what I think might have been a ritual of sorts.  I have very long red hair, for I can see the tips of it when I bend over to pluck out the plants.  I return to our home, and the scenery around it is kind of strange, but very simple.  It looks to be a cave or a crag, somewhat, that my husband and I have transformed into a facade of a house of sorts.  I kind of get the feeling of being in either Scotland or Ireland... maybe after the Roman invasions.  I can see ruins around the house that appear to be of Roman architectural designs.  I call to him, and he comes out.  He is about 6'2" tall, looks to be maybe 30-ish, has long curly dark hair--very thick, and hazel green eyes.  He has interesting tattoos on his face: on each cheek is a dark blue dot about the size of a dime, and off to the side and slightly below these dots are three more along in a line, only red.  He has a silver crescent on his forehead, but I'm hazy on whether it is a tattoo, or maybe a headband.  He calls me Sera (Sara), and his name is Aedrean (Adrian).  I don't know why the names would be spelled this way, they just are.  The odd thing here... we look identical as we were in that lifetime, and in THAT particular time, we were Soul mates-- married.  In this lifetime, however, neither one of us knows exactly why we aren't together in that particular aspect.  But, we have a very strong friendship nonetheless. :) - )O( Lady Athenis )O(
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    I've had a couple lives that I can remember.  One is in the burning times.  My name was Kathryn Greensmith and I was beaten to death in Concord, Mass. during 1692.  My fiancé unintentionally turned me into authorities.  His name was something like Nathaniel. I saw him for a short time in my memory.  He's tall, brown medium-length hair, and soft yet penetrating
brown eyes.  I found someone in this life with eyes that are very familiar, but I doubt it's his.  I'd like to remember more and get in touch again with old friends, possibly Nathaniel.
    The second life I remember was in France, about 1600s or 1700s.  All I know is that my family was very well-to-do, but only because my father had many debts. Finally, for a warning, I was kidnapped.  I was about 16 years old at the time.  The men kept me for a short while, and they kept me surprisingly well.  But they received a letter from their boss and I was dragged to a boat dock.  From there I was tied up and thrown into either the Seine or the Rhone river.  My name was Madeline.  The last name sounded like DeCrois or something around that.
    If anyone can help me find more details with either life, it would be greatly appreciated.  Blessed be by the light and the sea.
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    a few months ago i did i did a self past life regression.. by just meditating and repeating "let me see my past lives" here is what i got from it.. i  got 2 visions.. the first started out  with the  vision of a a older woman<hindu, i think> she ws  wearing a green dress that looked like the ones they wear in the middle east and the material was very light, thin like the ones they wear  also.. she was about  50 i think.. she was holding  a long  beaded belt or  something.. not far from her was  a circle of people around a bonfire dancing  holding hands and  chanting "Unta" also i remember hearing the phrase "Una gonta sue tyree" i have no clue what language it is in or what it means.. i tried to look at the surroundings but  couldnt seem to.. all i  noticed is there was alot of open land.. acres and acres.. it was pretty..
    the second  vision was i think  around 1915.. i think i may have been a maid for a rich english couple.. they had those snotty sounding accents that  some have.. no offense if  anyone here is  english..=) the  woman had blonde short hair to her  ears and it was curly with large curls.. she had blue eyes and was very pretty for that time.. she  looked at me and asked me to get her a dress from the closet .. she was going to  some convention at the city hall.. it seems they were quite important people.
    like 1 yr. and  a half ago i also had a very disturbing dream (short version).. set like in the 1700's where i and others were taken into a huge beautiful oak wooden building which i thought to be a church.. we were all eventually raped and killed.. many have told me it was a memory but i am not sure.. I truly feel the other 2 were memories.. especially because i can't make up languages like that... Any help with this will be appreciated.. thanks for reading - Aleris MoonAura
 

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