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Multiple Lives VII

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    Well, I feel I've lived many lives, and I have MANY memories that are of places I've never visited or seen in this life. In fact I shared a memory with my mother, about a small cave on my grandmother's farm that had long since fallen in.  My mother was shocked to hear me describe how the cave looked, where it was, the moisture and small pebbles near the entrance....... because the cave had 'caved in' a couple of decades before I was born.  Yes, I suppose this could be some old memory of my mother or her siblings recalling the cave--that I overheard as a child--but they would never have recalled their memories of this cave so graphically......
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    i was reading a past life on Multiple Lives VII about being on a ship with freinds and family during a party and and something happens. that was exactly what i had dreamt of on more than one occasion. - valerie
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    Well, I feel I've lived many lives, and I have MANY memories that are of places I've never visited or seen in this life. In fact I shared a memory with my mother, about a small cave on my grandmother's farm that had long since fallen in.  My mother was shocked to hear me describe how the cave looked, where it was, the moisture and small pebbles near the entrance....... because the cave had 'caved in' a couple of decades before I was born.  Yes, I suppose this could be some old memory of my mother or her siblings recalling the cave--that I overheard as a child--but they would never have recalled their memories of this cave so graphically......
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    Greetings to you with love. My name is Colleen and I am 32 years of age. I found your site really interesting, and enjoyed reading all the stories that are shared. I have memories of my past lives. Some very vivid as if they were like yesterday. I would love to share a few with you all and also one very special memory. I have a memory of being in a home that was on fire. I was around the age of 7 and remember my doll sitting on a chair and trying to reach for her.This life I have a great fear of water.I also have a memory of being burned at a stake for the belief of others. I wanted to share this one mostly because in this life time I have carried the wisdom that I cannot die for the belief of others - only search for my own beliefs and take my journey from within and follow my own convictions.
    I have memories of being a school teacher in a town where the buildings were made of brick and beautifully designed. My most favorite memory of all is sitting in a apple tree. I was watching my mother at the time pick up apples and place them in a box.I believe this woman is with me now as a guide and often she is close by me. All of these memories I have seem to be peices of a puzzel which have been fitting togethor in my  life. I truly believe each peice is a bit of wisdom which is carried with us onto the next life. They have all let me to the understanding I have today.Thanks for letting me share. much love, Colleen
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    Hello, thank you for a very interesting site. I have a few stories to share. I live in New York. On a perfectly normal day in the the early 1980s, I went to the Peirpont Morgan museum on my lunch hour to buy some note cards in their gift shop, where I had bought cards before. It was a lovely day and I was in a cheerful mood. They were having an exhibit of photographs. Just above the corridor that led to the gift shop, there was a photograph of a native American man. As soon as I saw it, I was flooded with very strong emotions of love, longing, and loss. I missed him so very dreadfully. But I believe the man I missed may have been Japanese, not native American.
    I remember one time taking a shower in the morning. Water was dripping off my eyelashes. For a moment, I seemed somehow transported. The water dripping from my eyelashes reminded me of water dripping off the eaves of a house that I think was in Japan. I remember the bright green of a lawn or meadow, with a small tree, which had a low, spreading habit and delicate, serrated leaves. The house was of dark wood. I was on a deck of sorts. I was inexpressibly sad and resigned. I have a strange idea that I had some young children who may have been killed, along with my husband. I no longer wanted to live.
    There are times when I feel as if I have a kind of forward deja vu: I feel that I will remember a moment some time in the future. One evening, as I was crossing Canal Street, I looked up and to my right, and suddenly felt that some day I would be on a different planet, one with a large, inhabited moon in very close orbit. I could "see" it, very lacy and white, with tiny lights of craft landing and taking off. I would be in very beautiful city, on a lovely evening, pause to look up at the moon, and have a moment in which I  remembered my past (this present) life. This forward deja vu has proven accurate a few times here on this planet. I've on occasion imagined or dreamed of a place where I've later actually been. Usually it's associated with some sort of emotion, meaning that there's a similar emotion in both the imagined and real place. I wonder if anyone else has experienced such a phenomenon.
    And, apropos of nothing, when I was about 11 or 12 years old, I kept waking up in the morning mystified as to why I couldn't speak French! I kept trying to speak, but it kept coming out as English. I did this for a few years and then stopped. Thanks for listening.
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    One life in England, i envied the nobles all my life. I wanted to be one so bad. The next life I became one, but I had to be a slave after that. As a slave, I attmpted to kill the master's young son who tormented me with rocks. He saw me but was too far away from me and he ran off yelling to alert his father. I panicked and ran into the barn killing their livestock. whatever damage i could do. then i stepped out the back door and was shot in the chest by his father who then reloaded his gun and finished me off with one to the head. I hated his son so bad. I wanted to kill him so bad. But we have to straighten that out. he is now one of my brothers.
    I was once the captain of a pirate ship. My second hand was my best friend, later to become Bruce in Alabama, and Gary in my present life. The crew mutineed on me and my best friend killed me.
    After an evil life in England, I had to fall and become an animal. I chose to become a cheetah. I came back in France my name was Anton. I was very attractive. Something about those catlike features, and I never thought of myself when i was a cat. I thought about survival, never how i looked. thats karma. anyways i cheated on my wife in france, divorced her, remarried, had a son. got caught and charged with stealing a lot of stuff. went to prison. my 2nd wife left me when i was caught and my first wife hated me.
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    I go ahead and tell you about another life. I always found my way into either war or royalty or both. Well I was an Amazon queen a few times, but I'll tell you of the one I know most about. I can't remember my earlier or teenage years. When I was an adult, I'll skip ahead I had the Amazon leader executed by turning the tribe against her and took over, oh whatever, I'll give you a summary. I started to conquer various places found my soulmate (the general, this is earlier life though), he's my enemy, we have a night of passion, I have his child. We get along for a while fighting together until my daughter gets tripled, then my lover and I go up against each other I personally killed him, kissing him before he died, realizing what I had done and what I was, I fall into depression then believe it or not, got even angrier, killed innocents then ran away later in a mad craze, my friend follows, I kill her. In shock, a man, my soul mate's friend, sneaks up behind me and I hearing him, allows him to kill me. Being too strong to die right off, I bleed to death, it took an unusually long time. I believe I might have been called Anaea.
         I'm not going to tell you anymore though, in my other lives I never allowed depression to get the best of me.
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    My first past life I kept dreaming about for over six months until I told myself it must be a regression.  This included my being an African woman who had three sisters. It was probably close to 2,000 or so years ago and I think that since that's when a lot of volcanic action went on and the tectonic plates were shifting big time and volcanoes were erupting constantly. Anyway it included talking with my sisters and all of a sudden the earth shifted and my sisters were on a surface that started falling down into the earth and they were screaming.  Since I was talking loudly to them from about a couple yards I started to run towards them.  An earthquake was taking place and I couldn't keep my balance.  I turned to the side of me and realized there was lava coming up from the ground and  then I couldn't see my sisters. I started running over a small hill, and then I remember the shock, pain, and finally numbness from the lava. - Laura H.
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    So many people seem to have had marvellously famous past lives. I myself feel as if I have always been a servant, slave, domestic or some similar personage. While in university I had a job as a chambermaid at a motel. I would often have flashes while down on my knees scrubbing the floors with a rag (we weren't allowed to use a mop) of scrubbing flagstones and stone steps. I would be wiping tile or cushion floor but I could almost smell the damp stones. Once I slung the vacuum cleaner over my shoulder by the cord and the motion brought back a vivid sensory memory of slinging a quiver full of arrows exactly the same way.  I have strange fears that are not in the least grounded in any reality or experience in this life. If I hear a car squealing to a stop, I freeze in utter panic. This I believe relates to my most previous existence as an English speaking man in Montreal, Quebec, who may have died being struck by a car accidentally.
    I am unable to light a lighter or match-the soft "click" that you hear when you first strike the match or flint on a lighter sends me ducking for cover with my hands over my head, as if I was involved in some sort of horrible gas explosion or fire. I am not afraid of fire and I have never been burned -yet the very first time I was encouraged to light my own birthday candles I struck the match, panicked, threw it as far from me as I could and covered my face. In this life I nearly drowned in a swimming pool, yet I have no fear of pools but am terrified of natural lakes and the ocean. I had a recurring fear as a small child that someone was going to slit my throat while I slept. Over and over again I relived the strange feeling of the tendons in my neck being cut.
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    Hi, I am still very uncertain and so far have no other clues, but I have had two dreams that I beleive could be my past lives. I looked like a young woman at the age of 18, but I had a strong feeling that I was still my own age (15) And I was looking out a huge window, or just walking around in a room. It was a log cabin type house, at least it looked that way from the inside. I had long brown hair that reached the base of my spine, and I was wearing a long white dress, or a white nightgown. I had a strong feeling of dread and felt very scared. I beleive that I was pregnant, and was dreading it because it was an accident. And it's wierd since I do not want kids at all.  When I woke up I still had the feeling of dread and still felt kinda scared. I think this took place during some time when Washington was president, I'm not sure why, I just have a feeling it was.
    I have been wanting to visit a psychic, to see if she could tell me anything. But when your 15 and have no desire to learn to drive, it's hard to get your mom to take you to see a psychic. :) Thank you   ~Katie- Maryland
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    hello to you my name is Catherine. I came across your web sight after looking up past lives on a search page. To be completely honest, ... from reading some of the stories you have posted , I can say that it is my belief that my soul might be as old as the very ground we ALL walk on! No Joke. Every time I close my eyes even just to relax, I have flashes of time with people I have never seen
before in my life. Usually, if its just a thought in your head, it goes away as soon as you realize it, because you know its not true...but this is different. Its like Im standing inside of the movie instead of being in the third row of a movie theater. Like, Im actually there and I know it from the smell, sight, or touch of everything in that dream.  They're not like regular dream,  they are way too vivid. So
vivid that you can see the texture in anything to look at.
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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.  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.
Ý    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.
Ý    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.  I also remember seeing an image of a woman standing by what appears to be the window of either a castle or a keep. She is wearing a pale dress, and though it does not appear to be white, I cannot tell the color--possibly a light pink or lavender. She has very long reddish-brown hair and flowers woven into a kind of long snood that doesn't pull her hair up, but wraps around and contains it. It is light outside the window and she appears to be waiting for something or someone, as I feel I am now. I get the feeling that this is to be her wedding, as the image was superimposed upon that of royal
weddings I have seen in video. This may have been coincidence, but then again, it may not have been.
    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.Ý 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.
ÝTwo and one-half years ago, my mother, my grandmother, and I went to Ireland. I have always wanted to go and have long pestered my parents about a possible trip there. I was able to relax walking the bustling, rainy, crowded, twisting streets of Ireland's cities more so than on my best days back "home" in California (of course, I have also lived in the same house for 19 years and can generally relax more easily in a new place). I was also better able to blend in to the native culture better than those I was with... granted, we were all Americans and we only stopped at tourist traps, as we were on a tour of the country, so that may have played a role. I ended up being the translator between the residents (including our guide) and my mother and grandmother--both were speaking English and the Irish could understand the Americans just fine, but the accent and lingo of the region proved a bit of a challege to the forigners. All I know for certain is that the connection I thought I would find on Tara was either not present, or needed more time to fully establish itself than the five minutes we were alotted for the stop-- I'm inclined to believe the latter. I have to return to the British Isles, though. It's like a compulsion--espically to the Salsbury Plain (Stonehenge). I'm drawn to it, as I am drawn to Stepdancing (the Celtic adaptation of martial arts, I've heard) and the Asian martial arts (particularly Tai Chi).
    Anyway,  I'd like to hear any and all thoughts about any of the previously mentioned data or related material or well... anything really. - Blessed be, Kat =^_^=
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    hi i am a 25 yr old male living in New York City during the age of the new millenium and the age ofÝ 9/11....i have always been drawn to the craft and tarot and mysticism even before charmed came out LOL....i know i am a psychic and have lived many past lives but i don't talk about it that much ..i don't wantÝpeople to think that i am crazy ...i'm not your typical psychic though lol im a rational mathematician and future teacher...however my abilities are only limited to my dreams...sylvia brown mentioned it once on montell i think anyways....i've been able to astral project since i was little .....i didnt know what it was until i was older ....but i have even seen beings in the astral plane ...it's feels like being awake in your room but you know you aren't......machinery and computers even flip out when im around ...and i have had spirits come to me while im asleep...if only i knew how to control my gifts LOL....anyways this past year i suffered from on and off sinus infections and i had to take some wacky sinus medicine....everytime that i took the medicine when it was really bad i had dreams about past lives.....i have had three vivid ones.....
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