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    I would like to share with you a vidid dream i've had that takes place in a tower or castle. There is a battle going on and the castle walls will soon be breached. There are soldiers shooting down below and hot fire like molten being poured down on the attackers but it's not enough. I'm running up towards a man in chain mail with a brown beard and scruffy hair. He's shouting orders and he shoves a message in my hand. It's extremely important I get out of the castle and deliver it or else the battle will be lost and we will all die. I feel like i'm in disguise so no one will know who I am, that the enemy won't know. I know the message is important and hurry down a lit corridor. Torches light the walls and I hear my own breath. I quickly run down a flight of stairs they spiral round, the walls are cold and the stone echoes with footsteps. Suddenly I know i'm not alone and fall to the ground as an immense pain goes through me. I think i've been stabbed and see vague shadows of a man leaning over me. He's saying something, I think he wants to take the message and I know i've failed, and all goes black.
    I've had the last part of my dream play over and over and believe that it was how I died. I have the feeling I was in disguise and was a key to winning the battle but failed. It may sound odd, this is one dream that has been constantly in my mind for years. I had it as a very young child. After the dreams or when I was thinking I would feel like I was looking out from inside. Like I was someone else and knew nothing of this time and place like my body was a shell and I was someone else looking out through the shell's eyes.
    My father also was hypnotised and started talking with another man's voice. He said he was a soilder on a horse and in a fierce battle. He had just killed someone by chopping off their head when he himself suffered the same fate and died. My mother was very scared at the time as he had another person's voice and expressions.
    Thank you for taking the time to read - Niomie
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    Hello; My name is Je-Anna. I just wanted to share what I call "memories" with you. I have two separate "memories" that have been quite clear since I was a small child. In the first memory, I am a boy who is approximately twelve. He wears a white toga looking thing. He is very proud to wear a thin beltÝwhich seems to signify some sort of class designation. In this memory, there is aÝvolcano that erupts. The water (rivers or streams) changes in the weeks before the volcano erupts.There are several mini-earthquakes in the last eek before the eruption.Ý People choose to remain andÝto try to appeaseÝthe "gods" with sacrifices thinking they might stop the earthquakes.Ý Many dogs, cats and babies scream the night before. The birds all took to flight justÝbefore the eruption began. The huge cloud of smoke goes up for miles. Then, an extremely fast, dark cloud rushes at our village. The people appear to be melting in the cloud...it is almost impossible to breathe. My throat feels as if I swallowed acid. That's all that I can recall of this.
    In the second "memory", I am a Greek, or a Macedonian, or a Roman general. We had a campaign that was successful despite much skepticism. I marched down the corridor of a white, pillared hall for the celebration of our victory. My enemies are many within the constructs of our own army because of my success. For some reason, there is a table inÝa pillared building. It has very ornate sides. If you putÝyour thumb and forefinger in part of the table's design, push in gently, and turn clock-wise, a door opens at one end of the table and a set of stairs appear. The memory switches to me leading my army, in victory, into a strange land that has a lot of desert in it. I remember a battle just before we enter aÝcity. We approach the enemy and my heart rate is quite steady. The battle begins and you can almost taste the excitement and fear in the air. Just as we collide into battle, I can hear nothing except my horse's hooves and my slow, steady breathing. Then all sound returns just as our weapons clash. My heart rate only increases when the battle is at it's height. I remember loving the fights. It made me feel alive. I remember my fingers stuck together from all the blood after a battle. There was a man who was speared and didn't die right away. I had to kill him because his suffering increased if his body slid on the spear...I chopped his head in half. There is an archway at the city gate with wooden gates which we enter but as I ride my horse in, there sits a destitute man for whom I felt an unaccustomed feeling of pity for his plight. Then, I have to lead my men to another campaign. My rival, with his men, and I all depart into the desert. I know, as I send my men from me, that I am making a mistake but the decision was necessary. Later, I am surrounded by my rival and his men. I know that I am going to die. I take off my helmet and stand proud before their faces. We talk for a little while and I pretty much say, "f*#k you" and then an arrow is shot through my head. As I'm dying and floating away, the only thing that bothers me is that my young, beautiful wife just had our son and I wouldn't get a chance to know him. There are some details of the great hall I would like to share with you. It has a long, hall with two set of pillars putting the room in quarters. There is a wall with many tapestries and there are a series of small swimming pools we called bathes. The people all wore togas and the women had hair and clothes dressing constraints dependant upon theirÝclass.
    Even today, there are times when I feel the soldier in me forcing me to show courage and to do what needs to be done. Kind of vague, huh?Ý Sorry, It's all I have to share. There are a few more memories to each life but it is of talking to someone, or some of the scenery, orÝstuff that doesn't seem important. Hope I'm not wasting your time. - Regards, Je-Anna
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Hello. I am Herne Wolf, formally known as Wolf Dancer. Before, I told you about my past life as Isaac. Well, here's another one for ya. I have a friend named Colin. He told me this dream he one had. In his dream, he was weraring a white robe and a helmet made with stag antlers. In his dream, there were many people dancing naked around a bonfire and chanting in what he thought was gaelic. I told him that his dream could be a memory of a past life of his. I'm thinking that he may have been a Druid priest in a past life, or something close.
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    Hi I am Stephanie and I have this dream that reoccurs everyone other month or so. I was so interested that I started to keep a dream journal. I have had it for 6 months now and I've been looking back and here are some stories that seem too real to be fake.
       I think I live around 12th century and I think I'm some place in Europe. I stood watching the riders approach. It was a cold winter morning. You could not see the faces of the riders. I am not sure who they are. But a man (I believe to be my father) orders the gate to be opened. It opens and in come about a dozen riders. They draw out their swords and start killing my father's men. I stand there frighten with fear. One man grabs me by my hair and holds me as they kill my family one by one. They throw me on the ground, and a man comes upon me with his sword out. Then I wake up. The next morning my head hurts and I have bruises that have never been there before. Am I experiencing one of my past life's? I' ve had this dream for sometime. And it gets no farther. The girl (me I guess) is about say sixteen. By what she wears I can tell she is of noble blood. Was she killed, Is
that why I always wake up?
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    It's been with me since I could talk. A dream. I'm flying, faceless, between tall buildings with great speed, ease and skill. I'm entering the city from a high place carefree except for a feeling of concern for missing teeth. The dream stayed with me for years then no more. I believe I share this dream with many. I also recall when during a school trip when I was very young to a museum to see Greek and Roman sculpture that was being viewed in our Northeast American city. I was a young girl of 8 or so but when I entered the great halls of marble columns and figures I was comfortable and knowing. I was home. I had been there before though it was my first trip to the museum. I recognized the sculpture and felt totally at ease in my surroundings. I had never been exposed to anything even similar to such a museum or great art since I came from a very modest background. I never experienced this kind of complete familiarity with my surroundings before nor ever again. Perhaps I wore sandals and walked the streets of Rome or Greece among marble columns and sculpture in another life. I wonder.
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    I remember pieces. I can see a blazing enlarged sun, with Roman style temples almost clay in coulor.I am standing there and I can hear words do not in this life understand or know what they mean.I know my feet are bare and toe nails stained with berry.I am wearing beige cloth wrapped with a tie at the waist my I hear the words that sound like :Imfookaht oor rham.patst koo rrep.but all I can do is admire the sun and feel that i am at last,home.This is for real I am an everyday person just average, but what is funny, is that I am in no way of Egytion decent, but allways asked if I am, mainly by people from that region of the world. I have never told anyone about this because I know they would think it I was bonkers .The thing is i can see much more and hear much more, too much to mention here,but thanks for listening. by any chance would you know where i could look to see if these words ever existed if at all ".imfookaht uur ruu raht hahm sipt naht hahm tay kaah. believe me this stuff can roll off my tounge when it I focus in to it, but I dont do it often becouse even I find it kinda strange.but could you tell me where I might look to see if this stuff is legit or if I need to just leave it alone .thank you very much for your time . SANDRA
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    I was in a room dressed in a goldish tinted dress and I was crying. It seemed really ancient from the way people were speaking, in a tongue. I started to cry and i started very slowly saying "homa bin hama sin lada" and it gradully got louder untill I screamed " tada bin oan!" and I felt a strong pain in my stomach, even when I woke up. I dont know what it means though. I think I can rest straight when I found out.
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    I have a strange feeling that I have lived before. I am 43 male and live in Birrmingham, England. In my "vision" I am living around Biblical times A group of men, around 10 or 12 take me into a Sea or lake, where the submerge me into the water until I die. I have always hated water and to this day I cannot swim, no matter how many times I have tried. Am I going mad or is there something in all this? I would be interested in any of your comments. Thanks.
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    Hi. I don't know if you would call this a past life memory or not, but it's the closest experience I've had to what I've read on the subject and nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I attended the Starwood Festival in western New York State this July with my significant other and members of my coven and temple. I was completely expecting only a wonderful week away learning, teaching, sharing and getting to know a wider section of the pagan community as well as PARTYING! I did NOT expect what happened to me the night of the big bonfire.
    Initially, it was just the general overwhelming party atmosphere I expected and I was with my friends while my boyfriend participated in the lighting ceremony. Later, as my b/f and I became more separated from our group and were on our own, I began to have this overwhelming feeling of community which turned into something more specific. I cannot put my finger on it, but I knew........just KNEW I had done this exact type of thing before (though I had never been to any gathering even remotely like this in this lifetime). I had almost I guess I waking vision of a similarly built fire and a great gathering for celebration where people were painted (I and all my friends had been painted for the evening's festivities by one of our sisters), wore skins and danced and played drums, just as was happening now........the only exception was that suddenly in my "vision" none of the people in attendance were wearing anything remotely modern.......no machine-sewn textiles or materials, no blue jeans, no glow sticks, no glitter. And the impression just became stronger and stronger and I felt more and more connected with the past and this particular land (this sounds very corny I know, even for me) and the people in attendance both now and then.
    It became almost too overwhelming and I had to ask my partner to walk me to the flushers to take a break. That experience also lead later while back at the campsite to the closest experience of the ultimate creator/ress I've ever had. Hey, all I wanted and expected from this trip was a good time with good people of a similar mind. Wow. Hope someone can give me some idea of what happened at least with the impressions at the fire. Was it a minor past life recall? If so, I'd really like to learn more if possible. -Many Blessings to you all! Autumn
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    I remember lots of fighting and a black-haired woman. I don't know the time or place, but I assume it was a good time in the past, maybe in the time of Amazons. I remember fighting on a battlefield and riding a big warhorse. There was lots of gore, it wasn't all glory and honor. Quite the opposite. I remember being wounded and falling unconscious, buried under the bodies of others. When I came to, I was alone among the dead and dying. I crawled to into the woods where I slept. Memories are blurred, but I also remember something about swimming for a long ways and washing up in a strange land where I didn't know the language or the people. Much of this was discovered during a ritual to discover more about past lives. -Bardgirl320
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    I realy have not had any dreams yet, still, I somehow know who I am. I am attracted to Egyptian, Babylonian, Roman and Greek mythology. I have read a lot of books on philosophy and human behavior, and I am a loner and I don't have the intention of finding friends who do not share my beliefs. I also a person who does not accept love from his life. I think that love for the opposite sex is a waste of preciouse time when you could spend it learning.
    So, by this personality, I might hypothisize that I was a priest of an ancient civilization who has the talent of analizing people and pay much respect and homage to the gods. Although this is so, I would still like to know If my personality shows other signs.
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    I am a student and while i was in ancient history one day we where sitting in class learning about ancient greece and the battles that occured during that time. Suddenly i am overwhelmed by this vision of a battlefield i am wearing simple leather armour. i am just a common soldier i think, i rush forward and fell the first approaching soldier and come towards the second soldiers coming towards me who stabs me in the stomach i swear i could feel the blade stab into me and i grabbed at his throat but i couldn't because my hands were covered in blood. It felt so real yet it happended so fast and clear. I don't know what caused it but i have dreams where i am able to feel and sometimes even taste when i go into a deep sleep, too bad i was awake this time. I am greatly interested in ancient cultures and i find that i understand ancient military formations and tactics quite well.

More Non-Specific Times and Places Memories: I, II
Dates Uncertain: I, II, III
Ancient Times - Middle Ages, 19th Century - 20th Century: I-II