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Non-specific Places:
Middle Ages to 19th Century

Cusades
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    I recently did a past life regression [I’ve done many before] to try and understand a connection between me and one of my close male friends. During the regression, I was taken back to the year 1112 AD. I was young, at least 17, slim and tall, with long chestnut colored hair that was pulled up.
    I remember running down a dusty road towards a man on a large grey horse. He was dressed as a knight or a warrior would be. His shield was red with a white cross on it. He gets off his horse and embraces me. His eyes are the same as my friend’s eyes. Later on thru the regression, I am brought to a scene in which I am trying to find him amongst a bunch of people fighting in what I believe to be some sort of temple. I get knocked on the head and black out.
     After the regression, I researched the year and the shield design and found out that that is when the first order of the knights templar formed up to protect religious pilgrims in the holy land and the red and white shield was their symbol. The freemasons were also an active society back then too.
What makes that even more interesting is that my friend’s grandfather was a freemason.

15th Century
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   hi im melissa.im 16 years of age.i was checking out your site cos im really confused about myself and who i really am. even though my questions are still gonna be unanswered,i just wanted to share my story. about a year ago i was in my bedroom on my bed.just thinking..and a vision came in my head.i was this girl about 18 and i was running away fom something or someone..im not sure..but i was really scared! terified to be exact..i wore a white dress..a bit torn and kinda dirty. i had long black wavy hair and i was really pale. not from any illness or anything.i think that was my skin colour. i had big dark eyes and a pretty smile.but the face isnt all that clear. i was agianst a wall..i think it was a castle of the 1550s or so..and the wall was greenish with ageÝand it felt cold against my hand.i could tell that it had been raining a while ago bcos i could still feel and smell everything. it was like i was really there in my dream..the sky was grey and i felt really lonely..and i'm sure that i was gonna die soon..i was frantically trying to find a place to hide..i just don't know what this all means.but from that day that i had that dream on..my life changed..i'm like a different person now..and i searched on the internet to find any castles that resemble the one in my dream but to no avail.i don't know if i really lived a life before or if its just my imagination.i know no one can help me but at least i told my story. and thanks again for hearing me out
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    ok....i'm not sure if this was a glimpse of my past life or it was just something i ate that night... but...one night i had this dream that i was lying in this luxurious mid-15 century room....i was dressed in a beautiful night gown. i was nervous and scared about something... guess it was my wedding night...and i was about to be de-virginized. i had four servant women at the side of my bed... preparing the bed sheets as i lay a top of them. then... i notice among the four servants..was my youngest sister (in this life)...she was holding my hand and reassuring me. It felt so familiar. it makes sense because i've always felt a special bond with my youngest sister. Any ways....then i conjure up courage and tell the girls that i am ready....then enters a dark-haired, blue-eyed man. he kisses my hand and then my neck. then i wake up. it's a coinsidence in the way that i have always been attracted to men with the same profile: dark-hair, blue-eyes, a thin-trim figure, and full lips....its weird and i can't forget about this dream...every so often when i'm lying in bed i feel that same uneasiness i felt in the dream....well i could have been tripping on some advil or something but i feel it could be something more... alright take it easy kids!!!....nicole

16th Century
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    I dreamt this a couple of years ago. Yet I remember every single detail of it all.  A fortress, a fierce battle. Cannons firing everywhere, arrows zooming to target and soldiers in armour running everywhere. A still, starry, dark night, lit up only by the fires form the cannon balls where they landed. The attack had been unexpected but our men fought bravely to defend the fort. The sea was littered with enemy ships and corpses. I felt myself pressing my back against a cold stone wall which belonged to the fort. I looked down at the murderous scene and then I shifted my gaze to my hand and found I was cradling a baby, swaddled in thick cloths. Instinctively I knew who he was. I ran and found myself inside the fort shouting for the king. Two noble ladies met me in the corridor, one nobler than the other. They looked as if they couldnít care less for what was happening outside. One of them gave me an evil look. I recognized her as the babyís mother, but she dismissed me with a mere flick of her hand. She told me to take care of the baby myself and to leave the king alone. They left. An old man, in expensive robes came round the corridor and saw me. He was some sort of advisor and relief dawned on his face. He told me to stay calm, that the King will be with me soon. Suddenly a shadow showed on the opposite wall and a tall, slim, light brown hairedÝman dressed in golden robes with a sword in his hand came round. He emanated authority and power, yet he saw still young. The cross on his chest held a green emerald in its midst; as green as his gentle eyes. He made those near him feel his protection. I couldnít take my eyes off him, he was so handsome. I felt I knew him well. At once I told him:
"You Majesty, my King, your son, he is in danger!"
He looked at me and I knew he trusted me.
"My dear you are capable of taking care of my son well, but I canít put you in danger anymore. Go and take the baby to the chamber where my soldiers will come and guard both of you."
We were safe now and instinctively, with a feeling of anxiety I told him,
"The Lord be with you, please take care of yourself."
I left and went through corridors. I left the baby in the menís care and went in search of the bathroom. I encountered the evil women once again. I figured out the nobler woman was the Kingís consort who had accompanied him on his mission. She didnít care about the baby, but hurled insults at me saying that I wanted to steal her husband, and that heíll never look at me once because I was only a filthy, poor, nurse. The other woman just stood beside her at the door sniggering at me. I loved my King and felt that that was not the end of it all. I felt I wasn't just a nurse, I was something more...
    I woke up feeling shaken inside. - MARIA GRECH 7

19th Century
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    ...i dont know where i am, but i know im someone very inportant...my mom[grey magic] and i have the
same year of feeling "1896" i was wiccan then...and i am now, but that's all i know of myself...i died or laid
to rest young i'd say the most "36yrs old"...
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    Hello, I'm 35, and can still remember a very clear dream from the age of four. I believe in this dream I recalled an event from a previous life of mine. In my dream I was a woman in her twenties, wearing a long, heavy dress. At the time I wasn't familiar with different types of fabric, but now I know it was made of velvet. I had long curly hair, and was chained to the wall by my wrists in a dungeon. There was a small window way above me - other than that, there was no light in my cell.
    I was in a sitting position on a stone bench (or something similar), facing the door of my cell. This door suddenly opened, and a young soldier entered. He had blond hair, almost white, and was wearing a red hussar uniform. In this dream I immediately recognised him, even though I do not know the face
in this life. But in my dream I knew he was a very good friend (or perhaps a lover). I was releaved to see his face, because I knew he came to my rescue. However, much to my shock, he drew his sword and wanted to stab me.
    I tried to protect myself from the sword, but being chained to the wall, my movement was limited. I drew up my legs in front of my body, and his sword went through my left thigh. The pain was so sharp that I woke up, but I could still feel the pain. Afterwards I limped for weeks, and even today, more than thirty years after this dream, I can feel the stab occasionally. I believe it was a memory of a past life - and possibly the way this life ended. From the clothes I would say it all took place in the 19th century. Yours, Susanna
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    my name is diane i am from newport south wales, united kingdom, i have been to palces in the past, that i know i have never been before, but strangely i knew exactly where i was going, i was with an ex partner and we were driving along ,in an area we had never been, i told him, there were ponds about a hundred yards up the road, and on the opposite side was a garage, he asked how i knew and i told him i didn,t know, but as i had said there it was as i could see it, but in this life i had never visited this area before.when i was about 21 i said to my sister, i had always felt i should be well to do, and felt that in a past life i lived in a big house i could see out the window, it was a very big window from floor to ceiling, with big drapes, the room was very big and i was wearing victorian style clothing, out side there were gardens that seemed to go on for ever, i didnt feel like i was the owner of the house, but had married in to that position , i was very comfortable money wise, and there were servants, my life at this time when i told my sister this was, single, and on benifits, i always felt that i should have been wealthy i dont know why. a few years past i met my current husband, we married with in 8mths, and came in to a substantial amount of money, now i am comfortable, i live in a big house, but not on the same scale as have always seen my self in the past. this feeling has always been with me as long as i can remember. it is strange that with reguards to my husband , from the moment we met it was like we had always been together, we have a very strong loving bond and are inseperable.
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   Once, not to long ago in algebra class, I had a startling flashback. In this flashback I could not see my face but the room I was in was circular and near the ceiling a lot of windows let a large portion of light flood in. For some odd reason I felt that I was sitting down. All I could see was some black boots, which had dirt between the creases. Then like a camera my mind focused on my hand which kept writing very quickly. Suddenly I felt my soul awaken and back on track with algebra.
    Another weird experience is that as a small child I once saw a young girl and I could distinctly hear her voice. Another characteristic is that I have always liked the Victorian times. And the girl I saw, dated back to the Victorian times. I truly believe that my past life was spent during the 1800's. -Lizbeth
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    When I was very young (5 or 6), I had a dream that I've remembered very strongly 'til this day.  I always thought it was a past life memory but was never sure because the dream didn't give too much detail and didn't last very long.  It was weird.  There was a room (like a living room) that i was standing in.  It was me in my present life.  My dad was sitting behind me in an arm chair facing away from me, and the far wall of the room wasn't there, so that i could see outside.  I was looking outside at myself.  It was all sand like the desert.  It was a hot day and i was standing there by a horse wearing a flowered dress.  It was really weird because i felt like i was two people at once.  I was in the living room with my dad but at the same time i was out there in the flowered dress.
    I've continually reflected back to that dream, for it has always popped up in my memory as if i had it yesterday.  I didn't really think too much of it until i spoke to a psychic who told me about my past life.  He said it was some time in the 1800's and it was all dirt where i lived.  I had a favorite flowered dress, i liked to  watch the stars and swim.  I had alot of loved ones around me, especially a women who took care of me and was like a mother to me and who is now my mother in this life.  He said there was a windmill that had alot of significance but i don't know what it means to me.  He said that the women who took care of me died at a young age, and i was so lonely and heartbroken, that i cut my wrists with some sort of cross.  He said he could see me sitting in the dirt doing this, with the blood in the sand.  That's how i died, and i always have  a stabbing pain in my wrists in this life.
    I won't go into details, but what he said about my mother and how i died really relates to events that i've gone through in this life.  He also said my name was Zarielle. Not only this but what really amazed me was that he told me that when i was a young child i had a past life dream and he went on and described my dream so exactly, without me telling him a thing.
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    I think I spent them mainly as a male.  I am a woman, now. I feel very comfortable holding weapons, especially long weapons, like spears and I love bows and arrows. But I do remember one past life clearly. It came through a series of naps, I was taking one lazy Sunday afternoon.
    I was male. I worked on a fishing boat. I didn't fish, but my job was to slit a knife through a fish, around it's head and hang the fish up to dry on a line. I wore a clean white shirt, didn't get bloody. I would grab 6 cleaned fish at a time and hang them up to dry.  Sometimes, I would eat a fish raw, if I got hungry. This explained to me now, why I hate seafood. :-) and have become a strict vegetarian.
    Anyway, I would start work when the fishing boat came back. It was a large wooden boat. I was very comfortable with all the men in the boat. One man, was always smiling at me and treated me quite well. He had a longish beard and was a big burly type of guy.  He would open his arms like he was going to hug someone and bend down into a wooden bucket and pile up all the fish he could hold. Then he would pass the fish on to an elderly gentleman, who would then gut them. I would get them from this elderly gentleman and put them in my bucket. The ladder in the boat, was a series of pegs, nailed into the wall, to get up to the main deck.
    I believe that I was about 17 in this visual dream. I also believe I  could have been slightly brain damaged, because my thoughts were very slow. It was strange. It was like two minds were in this dream. One was my present self and the other was my former self, just going through my daily chores.  My work was over, when the sun began to shine through the boat. I would pass a long counter, where men were drinking something or just talking. Then I would climb back up.
    This was the whole dream. It felt very real and was very different from anything that has ever happened to me. I don't know what my name was, what country this occurred in. But I did do some research on the fish and they could have been Mackerels.  The men, were all white. But I don't know if we spoke English or not. I also couldn't tell by the time period. But fish dryers were needed at least up to 1920. When the 20th century came, the fish drying was usually done outside of the boat.
    This I learned from later research, when I tried to pinpoint the year and the location of the dream. I would like to know who I was and if any of these men, of whom made me feel very good, are in my life now. - April
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    I am still trying to make sense of all of this, but none the less I can say it is happening to me and have tried to find guidance.  I have known someone for about 13 years. A woman.  She and I have always been quite close.  Throughout this time, I have sometimes experienced a closeness that made me feel as though I knew what she was thinking, and feeling.  This went on for several years and I never revealed this to her.  One night while sleeping,  I heard a voice and in my mind I saw a shadow.  At first I was frightened because I did not know who or what it was but was certain that it would not harm me.  I knew it was someone familiar but they would not tell me who they were.  For several weeks I had sub-conscious conversations with this person.
    It was not until I had a dream of this woman and myself in a 19th Century home.  I was begging her to get off the floor.  It was as if she were injured in my dream.  In the conscious life, I began telling this woman of my dream and she finished the story for she had the same dream that same night.  At that moment I had figured out that it was her visiting me at night. Her subconscious has been telling me of our past together as lovers and as husband and wife.  The visits have been nightly for about six months and she reveals in either images or in her voice how she loved and how she stills misses me.  I now  understand my past and my past with her, but not sure how to deal with it.  Our meeting 13 years ago was very unusual and explanation is beyond this e-mail.  But I am convinced that somehow we must have been together and very happy but our life together was cut short.  I feel almost a frustration knowing what I know because, although she knows she visits me, she does not remember why or what we discuss.  I must explain that about six months ago she started meditating and reading up on Zen.  I believe this has opened her because I have always been open and perceptive maybe even psychic.  I just have never explored this further.  Until now.
    On October 13, 2002, a visitation revealed her name and my name.  I am presently in search of these names.  My name was Whitney Archer and hers was Victoria but no last name.  I some how think we are to be together again because my understanding and feeling get stronger with each visit, and I think hers get stronger as well, even though she does not profess to have any knowledge of these visitations.  I will let thing take there own course unless there is a better course to take.

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