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When i moved to Maryland in '91, i had a really
distrubing vision or dream, I am not really sure what to call it. but I
am always laying in my bed,Ý looking out the window, then they sky turns
red, it gets really hot in the air, I look at the calendar, and the year
starts moving backwards towardsÝthe reall early years like three digitsÝor
later. i look out the window and i see volcano's explode and lava run thru
the streets, it is getting hotter and hotter, and the next thing i know,
i am falling. i hit the ground and when i bounce, i am on the floor of
my bedroom drenced in sweat. I fell so hard in that vision that i hrt my
back from bouncing off the hot ground. after a year it stopped, but i will
never forgetÝ it.Ý - persephone rhiannon
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I saw a dream that I was passing a big castle
and behind the castle was a great forest and when I looked at the castle
I heard voices saying: "Turtleriddles,turtleriddles!" And girls laughing.
In that dream, I remembered something about my another life before that
I "had" in the dream. In the dream the castle was empty. I just felt one
thing, that the girls, who had some gifts of magic, secretly were held
in that castle, but something awful happened afterwards. I don´t
know what. I don´t know, where castle was located, but it was propably
somewhere in Switzerland or Austria. I was one of the girls, cause when
I heard those voices, I felt myself saying those words at the same time.
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I don't know exactly who I was in a past life.
I have never had the opportunity to do a past life regression. I in no
way believe that I was anyone famous or anyone significant in history.
I am 26 and ever since I was a small child, I have had recurring dreams
of being chased and/or attacked. I have a strong fear of being attacked
and am always on guard at night even in my own neighborhood. I believe
that I was murdered in a past life. And I believe that it was a horrific
murder with a lot of suffering and that it took me a while to finally die.
Not only do I have an extreme fear and paranoia when I am alone outside
at night, but I am fascinated by pictures and stories of murder victims.
I would like to be able to tap more into this "memory" and find out if
it is in fact a memory of a past life or an overactive imagination.
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Hi. When I was 12, I had a dream that I was travelling
down a corridor, and the floor was almost ankle-deep in water. I could
feel how cold the water was, could feel how much it hurt to run through
that water, and that my clothes were heavy: skirts, maybe a dress. I remember
running through the ship, and getting to a room. It had a bathtub in it.
A woman turned to me and said, "I have been given permission to take my
life." I have a feeling she was my mother. I couldn't watch her: instead
I ran back into the ship's corridors, and got into a dining room, I felt
very lost and young. I wore heavy skirts. The dining room had a few people
in it. The floor lurched. I heard china breaking, then something skidded
across the floor and pinned me to the wall. It was some kind of heavy wooden
dining furniture. Maybe a sideboard? I felt it crush my ribs, felt how
hard it was to breathe, and I feel I gave up at that point. I didn't think
anything like 'I'm too young to die', I just felt...blank, clear, only
that my body was cold with shock and I couldn't breathe properly any more.
I tried to push the wooden furniture out of me, but it was too heavy, then
water entered the dining room inÝa large rush, and I felt my lungs flooding
with water. I felt myself begin to die, then woke up and was terrified
and confused for many minutes in my bedroom. I still remember how cold
that water felt, and how my ribs felt as they broke.
Ý Also, when I was studying GCSE History, we started
studying the slave trades. I came across a nursery rhyme that slave children
sang... 'Hush little baby, don't you cry, you know your mama was born to
die.' As soon as we read that, I remembered it. When I was little, once
in my room, I was hugging my knees and rocking myself, facing the wall,
and quietly sang that to myself. I may have been a little girl during the
slave trade. I sometimes want to remember everything about who I was, but
sometimes I can't let myself any more. - Helen, England
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I was in a long room on the first floor of a
stone building, it had a huge fireplace at each end, the ceiling was encased
wooden beams that were decorated. I am standing by one of the fireplaces,
I am attacked from behind, I can smell the man who is dressed in sued garment,
my throat is cut from ear to ear.
Ý In life I am getting over throat cancer, and
my throat has been cut from ear to ear. - carole
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Hi, I've always felt I've been born in the wrong
era. i don't dream very often, but when I do, most frequently it's about
a past time in history. when I was 10 years old, I was in church and when
I went up the aisle for the Holy Communion, I spotted this dark haired
and dark skinned boy. A feeling of familiarity washed over me...........I
knew that I knew him somewhere and every time I saw him after that, I realised
that I loved this boy. without any reason I thought his name was Colin
and continued thinking so for two years, until some friends pointed out
that his real name was Ian. For no reason at all, he hated me when he was
with his friends.
Then three years later when I was 15 we began
speaking to each other. He realised we were so like each other, and most
of the time we knew things about each other which we had never told. We
became the best of friends and then we confessed to each other we had been
dreaming of a past live about each other. mine was weird but it felt right........I
felt myself running in the night. I was running away from someone and I
was clad in expensive night clothes. I was in Italy. I had flowing long
black wavy hair and I was tall. I stopped running near a horse cart where
there was a young man sleeping. He woke with a start and looked me straight
in the face. there was straw strewn all over the ground. It was Ian, or
Giovanni, that's what I felt his name was. he was wearing dark grey trousers,
a dirty white shirt with an open collar and braces to hold his trousers.
on his head he was wearing what looked like a shabby tweed cap which he
took off as he realised it was me.
I told him: "Get up and run. They are coming
for you and possibly for me. I love You". He told me: "No, it is too late.
Our love can never be. You are different from me. I'm poor and you're a
noble. We cannot mix. I love you". And I felt as if the world had ended.
I woke up and realised that Giovanni is Italian for John, and Ian is Scottish
for John. It was in Italy...and I've always felt I was Italian not Maltese.
I could speak the Italian language since I was 6 years old, and my whole
family don't know a word in Italian. I find it just comes natural.
Whenever I'm near this Ian, I feel like we have
belonged together once and that we loved each other a lot. Every time I
look in his eyes to make him remember, I feel him blocking his mind. Only
once did he let me roam in his eyes and inner sight, and that once was
enough to nearly lead us to kiss. but we were interrupted. We have grown
apart because people didn't want us to be together seeing us to be a match
made in heaven, and I am afraid I'd suffer. The only thing I know is that
the night we were thrown apart by our social class, many years ago has
made it difficult for us to be together in the present, because he is still
afraid......still afraid to fight everything and everyone. My sister-in-law
realised this and spontaneously told me..........."I feel that one day
you will be together again." I had never told her anything.
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I thought I'd share another memory.Ý When my
older sister Megan and I were little, we used to have the same dream, or
nightmare I should say.Ý We didn't know until years later when she saw
a drawing I was making and recognized it as the house in the dream.Ý In
this dream, I was standing in an old, mostly bare house; I'm not sure of
the time period or place, but if I had to guess I'd say 16th-19th century,
either the United States or England.Ý I was an observer in the dream and
I don't think anyone could see me.Ý I was standing by a long set of stairs
looking into a sort of dining room, where there were two young girls hiding
under the table.Ý I got the feeling that there was a woman upstairs that
they were afraid of, but I never saw her, just heard her footsteps.Ý Weirdest
of all, one of the girls was my sister Megan, I just knew that.
I doubt we'll ever be able to find out more about this memory.Ý
If it was a past life, as I believe, it wasn't a good one for Megan. -
Athlynne
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FIRST TEN YEARS OF MY LIFE ARE BLURED.I
REMEMBER ALMOST NOTHING AND THERE IS NO MEDICAL EXPLANATION FOR THAT. THOSE
YEARS ARE FILLED WITH MEMORIES FOR WHICH I THINK THAT ARE FROM PAST LIVES.
ONE OF THEM IS NOBLE WOMAN(THATS ME AGAIN:-) ) WITCH IS DRESSED IN LONG,DARK
RED DRESS,WITH LONG BROWN HAIR.I SIT BY THE WINDOW WITH MY MOTHER AND I
WAIT FOR MY FIANCE TO COME.I AM FOR SOME REASON WORRIED FOR HIM.THAN FLASH
AND I'M HERE.I CANT BE SURE BUT I THINK IT IS FRANCE. - LOVE, LANFEAR
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I am writing this to reflect on my old life.
I remember I was born in power, I was even married. Iíve been researching
the costumes I dream of and it appears to be somewhere around the
1300s-1400s. I believe I was very fortunate (being female) during that
time because I was well-educated and disciplined; this has something to
do with who my father was. We lived in a great stone castle, which was
rather empty; not much comfort. In one dream there was a long dining
table with a red cloth going straight though the center, and (this
is kind of weird) there was a maid floating in the air, a puddle
of blood settling under her, and a man standing next to her. I walked up
to him and said ìnot in the houseî. I remember I would see other
guards and such even though I was married. But my husband didnít really
care, he thought it was amusing. I know I had the same hair color which
is brown, and the same eye color, which is green. I often have dreams of
strange guests visiting our castle, people mixed with magic and other stuff.
In any case I had believed in reincarnation and have spoken to others about
it. Iím still collecting clues as to who I was, but Iím still rather young
(22 years) so I have time. I know I told others I would look for them when
I ìreincarnatedî so one could consider this my attempt to find them. If
they tried to find me I would imagine this is the type of place they might
begin their search. So, to those of you who know what I speak of
please contact me, let me know your story. And for all others, good luck
on your own searchÖ soul_observing
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i only have bits and pieces of the memory anyway
here goes. i don,t realy know how old i was but i can still to this day
close my eyes an feel my hands tied behind my back . there was a man standing
in front of me an behind me . they walk me down a bank of a lake . on the
lake there is old dead trees standing up out of the water like demons standing
an watching an taunting , as the two uniformed men walked me on down to
a boat . the boat was not like a reg. boat, but like a long plank. they
helped me on an guided the plank with two long poles.as they were taking
me across the lake they kept speaking of a certain witch named Sevile.
Idon,t remember anything but that.Ý- thanks elena
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I'm not sure whether or not this is a past life,
but I think that it may be. When I was younger I had a reacurring dream
for some time, and it stuck with me until this day. In my dream I am a
young man, (I'm female now) and I'm about 15-17. I have blonde hair that
I keep long.ÝI'm at this old castle like place, and I think that it's a
boarding school of some manner because everyone there is wearing a uniform;
whiteÝbutton-up top and blue slacks or skirts.ÝI am talking with a girl
who's about my age and slightly shorter with wavy brown hair. She's talking
about escaping this place, and I'm trying to tell her that it isn't a good
idea but she is absolutely set on her belief.
The dream changes then and it's night time. Me
and the girl are walking quietly in the outside courtyard, trying to stay
in the shadows, and occasionaly looking up at the windows. There is a soft
rustling off to one side and we stop dead, trying to figure out where it
came from. Several tall figures in long black robes with the hoods pulled
up step out from around a corner and start in a direction slightly east
of us (me and the girl). I turn and try to run for a place to hide, thinking
the girl is behind me. I make it into a tiny nook in the wall and take
a moment to tell the girl that I knew it wasn't a good idea, but she isn't
there. I look back just in time to see the last figure go back where it
came from.
The dream changes one final time and I am inside
the castle along with the other people. We are staring at a wall with a
circular design on it. On the design are a large collection of knives all
pointing up. They are positioned around the girl who is hanging from the
wall, attached there by chains on her wrists, waist, neck, and her ankles
both in one. She is dressed in a torn white dress that reaches about her
mid-upper leg, and her entire body is covered in cuts ranging from deep
to shallow. One of the figures is pointing to her and shouting at the crowd,
and I still remember what it was saying. "This is what will happen to you
if you challenge theÝteachings of the almighty one!"
I can feel anger and sadness welling up in my
chest to such an extreme extent that I try to run, but someone grabs my
arm and won't lets me go. That was usually where it stopped. The last time
I ever had the dream, the person who forced me to stay escorted me to a
wooden door. The door was opened and I was shoved inside before the door
was shut again. I could see a faint ligth around a corner and I decided
that that way was my best hope, so I started towards it. When I turned
the corner, I was met with the sight of twenty or so of those robed figures,
all holding knives like the ones on the wall outside and beckoning me forward.
They are telling me that it's time for my punishment for being a sinner.
then everything goes dark and I woke up. ~H.S.
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I have these reoccurring day dreams about a woman
dressed in a thin dirty shredded gown. She has long brown wavy hair and
a pale complexion. She is running through a forest following a creek. She
keeps on looking behind her as though someone is following her. I get a
feeling of fright as though whoever is following her wants to harm her.
It is hard to ignore my feeling that I knew her or that I was her. -WLJ,
MA, USA
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In the second dream I am a women with three daughters.
I am in a one room house preparing to flee. My husband is gone and
I don't know where he is. I look at my girls. They range from
12 to 18 years old. They all have dark hair, dark eyes, and olive
skin. Soldiers wearing khaki break into the room. The younger ones
carry off my daughters. The older one has a mustache and looks Hispanic,
drags my to a dry riverbed where he rapes me in front of his soldier friends
who laugh at me. I still do not know where or when I was then. -Samma
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Hello - I enjoy your site so much. In 1973,
shortly after I relocated to Florida, a man I was dating wanted to show
me Palm Beach, Florida. We visited the White Hall home there.
My friend knew the history of White Hall whereas I had never heard of it.
As we proceeding into the tour I saw the beautiful marble stairs and my
eyes immediately went to a picture of a woman on the wall. The tour
guide had just told us the Mr. Flagler had built this estate for his wife
and that he had fallen down the stairs and subsequently died. Without
realizing why, I heard myself say "she pushed him down the marble stairs
and this led to his death" I then pointed to the picture of the woman of
the wall. The tour guide said that was his wife and I replied "she
shoved him". My friend was embarrassed, the tour guide seemed taken
aback, and I did not realize myself why I had uttered those words.
However, I KNEW in my soul that I was right. After leaving the estate
my friend told me that he was embarrassed that I had said that in such
loud overtones and also he stated that what I had said had been rumored
for years to be the cause of the death. As we toured Pam Beach
I saw places that looked so familiar and I began to describe the interior
of one of the beautiful homes in the area. Also as we dined
at the Breakers I felt unusually comfortable and at home there. I
do believe I was a resident of Palm Beach at one time. I have wondered
since then how I KNEW that and I believe it is a carry over from another
life. Thank you. Lavergne
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When I was 7 and 8 (I'm 14 now) I had this weird
dream every night for about 4 months and I wanted to know if it could be
a memory from a past life. In my dream I'm wearing an old,tattered dress
and I have really long brown hair. I'm standing by a river with two boys
my age and in the dream I was 14-16 years old. Me and one of the boys are
trying to help the other one(Thomas) get across a river. It's early spring
and the snow is just melting. Thomas didn't want to go because he was scared
and didn't want to leave without me and the other guy. I start yelling
at him and crying saying if he doesn't go he'll get killed when a group
of people run over yelling that they'd found us. Some of the men grab me
and the other boy and Thomas tries to help us but the people push him in
the water and he drowns. I woke up crying every time I had the dream and
asking them not to hurt him-even though I wasn't asleep anymore-From:Alana
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`I thought I'd share another memory.Ý When my
older sister Megan and I were little, we used to have the same dream,
or nightmare I should say.Ý We didn't know until years later when she saw
a drawing I was making and recognized it as the house in the dream.Ý In
this dream, I was standing in an old, mostly bare house; I'm not sure of
the time period or place, but if I had to guess I'd say 16th-19th
century, either the United States or England.Ý I was an observer in the
dream and I don't think anyone could see me.Ý I was standing by a long
set of stairs looking into a sort of dining room, where there were two
young girls hiding under the table.Ý I got the feeling that there was a
woman upstairs that they were afraid of, but I never saw her, just heard
her footsteps.Ý Weirdest of all, one of the girls was my sister Megan,
I just knew that. I doubt we'll ever be able to find out more about this
memory.Ý If it was a past life, as I believe, it wasn't a good one for
Megan. -Athlynne
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i am at the age of 13 and the dream i have still
bothers me but rember when i was about 6 years of age when i had this dream
it was loud and people were crying a farmer took my and my mother to his
barn and he opened the floor and put us down there and then he felt w/
a shotgun and then i wake up. thank you, chloe
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I am not sure the area or time frame this takes
place in but it feels like Europe somewhere. It is night time and I (at
least it feels like its me) am dressed in this really pretty gown the color
of the sky on a perfectly clear day. It has a layer of lace all around
it. My hair is about waist length, totally blonde and in ringlet curls.
It is pulled up halfway with a blue ribbon. There is a headpiece sort of
like a necklace but is on my forehead holding a drop the color of the ocean.
I am standing as part of a circle of about 15 people (maybe a few less
maybe a few more). I am not sure what we are doing but the wind is strong
and we are all saying the same thing. It is in and open area but there
are trees nearby. This all came to me in a dream one night. It is strange
but it really answered some questions I was having at the time.
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Merry Meet. It's Wolf Dancer
again, except I now go by the craft name of Herne Wolf. I no longer use
the name of Wolf Dancer. I have a friend, who's name shall not be given
for his own personal privacy... anyway, sometime after meeting him, I told
him that I'm Wiccan. He's cool about it. He's even interested in Wicca.
I told him how we Wiccans believe in reincarnation. I told him about my
past life memory, the one already in this website. He told me that he once
had a dream in which he was wearing a brown robe, a crown of antlers, and
he danced around a bonfire with a woman wearing a silver robe wearing a
headband with the three phases of the moon on it. Also, in his dream, the
lady and him were accompanied by many naked dancers chanting in an old
language.
To me, it sounds like he was dreaming something
that happened to him in a past life. I told him that for all we know, he
could have been a Wiccan High Priest or maybe a druid in a past life. Of
course, he told me about his dream before I told him how we envision the
Goddess and Horned God.
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Well i'm not sure if it is a past life dream.
But it sure makes sense. I was in a big villiage, like in the olden days,
people walking with their children or murders everywhere. There was a biggest
house of all, and the people there were rich. There were maids, and butlers,
and the people who owned the house were very snobbish. I was one of the
maid,s but i seemed to have forgotten her name. I looked after a child,
a girl, she was only about 10 months. I loved doing housework. But i really
hate doing housework. And that girl resembled by best friend. We have been
friends ever since four years old. Our parents say that we have been together
in past life as well. Does this mean something? Or is this just not a past
life? Thank you for taking your time reading this. -Satminder <14>
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OK, first off, your site rocks hard. my
name's kate, i'm 18, and, well, here goes. my memories are nothing impressive,
just a lot of little things. i remember when i was three or so telling
my mother she wasn't my mommy, or i had another mommy...my other mommy's
name was Tracy or Theresa, she had very long blonde hair, a "fat bottom"
and she was pretty. i have never known anyone by the name of Tracy or Theresa,
and i still have the picture of this 'other mommy' in the back of my mind.
(I have a friend who told her mum the same thing for years, same thing,
different 'other mommy.')
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I keep having a dream about
a past life of mine. I'm not actually sure it's a past life but it seems
like it. In this dream/past life I'm a 15 year old girl. I don't have much
money, I'm married to a much older man (about in his 50's), and my name
is Molly. I remember being happy even though I was very poor and my husband
made me feel very happy and warm. My husband and I had a child named Jackie,
near the end of this dream my husband is killed and I am taken to a different
country and I had to leave my child with some old woman of whom my husband
was friends with. The thing that makes me remember this dream is all the
emotion at the end of the dream when I had to give up Jackie.
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i have an unusual fondness for two family members,
one is my cousin adam, who is just 15 months, the other is my great great
aunt hazel. she's 96. i don't know why, but i love her to pieces, she's
just awesome. i have always liked her, as long as i can remember. there's
no good explanation, i just do. same goes with my cousin. he's awesome,
i love him special, above and beyond the love i have for my other cousins.
i really feel he was my son in another life.
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i have a cousin who cannot remember my name for
anything. he's 3 and a half or so, and he insists my name is debbie. vehemently
insists. his parents claim he doesn't know any debbies. we have a strange
relatonship too, that kid does not like me. i'm not especially fond of
him either, i certainly don't hate him, but there's some kind of negativity
between the two of us, and no reasonable explanation. well i suppose that's
it... Kate
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More Non-Specific Times and Places Memories: I,
II
Dates Uncertain: I,
II,
III
Ancient
Times - Middle
Ages, 15th and 19th Centuries - 20th Century: I-II
