Past Life Memory Bank
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Non-specific Places:
Middle Ages to 19th Century

Middle Ages
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    Hello, I stumbled upon your web site and I have to say that it has been very inspiring. You have asked that anyone that might have a past life memory send it to you. I don't know if this is one, or if I just have a vivid imagination. But either way I thought I would still send it. Here goes:      
    I have had this vision where I am not sure when or where I am, but it had to be during medieval times because of how I am dressed. I have flowing long brown hair and green eyes. I am wearing a beautiful long dress that has a crisscross bodice. I am also wearing a type of cloak over my hair. I am not sure if I am a princess, but I know that I have a lady-in-waiting that I consider to be like a sister. Her name I know if Abigail. I remember that my parents have been killed and the man that killed them is trying to force me into marriage. I am not sure the reason why but he keeps me locked away in my chambers. One night I am able to escape with Abigail and we ride off into the forest. I remember feeling so scared that we would be found. We rode for hours until we came upon a cottage in the forest. As we approached a cloaked man walks out. I know him and he knows me. He looks like a monk. He tells me that we must hurry. He gets another horse and he leads the way, away from the cottage. We ride for about an hour when I see tents. We slow down and at one point are stopped. The monk speaks to the men and they lead us to a main tent. As we enter I notice that there are about 5 men gathered around a table looking at a parchment and arguing. Once we enter they stop and they are told to leave. As they leave I notice one man remains. When he turns around I am captured my his beautiful crystal blue eyes. The monk starts to speak to him but he does not look away from me. He tells everyone left in the tent to leave. I know that this man is a good man and that I can trust him. I feel that I am here because I need him to marry me to stop the other man from getting power.
    The next thing I know I am riding away because I am being chased. I am captured and than I dismount and see that the man that has captured me is the man that was forcing me to marry him. He grabs me by the arm and I am so frightened than there is a noise and when we turn around the man from the tent (who's name I believe is Nicholas) says, "Release my wife." Once I see him I feel safe and know that everything will be alright.
    That is all that I remember. It saddens me because I've had this 'vision' many times and every time I notice something new. But the details remain the same. Whether or not you post this is up to you. But I thank you for listening to my story. - Thank you,  ALP
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    Now I don't know if this is a past life or a dream I've had, but it feels so real to me that I've woken up still feeling parts of this "memory". Here goes: I am not sure what country I am in but I think the time is in the early middle ages. I believe I am of noble blood and that there is a man that murdered my family and is forcing me to marry him so that he can take control of my kingdom. So my lady in waiting, who turns out to be my best friend, and I in the middle of the night run away into the forest.
    After a while we come upon a shack and a monk comes out of the shack and hugs me and tells me that he's taken care of everything. He took us inside and told us to rest before the journey ahead. The following night he takes us further into the forest. We come upon a campsite that has three tents. We are escorted to the largest tent by two guards and come upon a group of men that are looking down at a map. One of the guards announces us and the men all look up at us.
    The monk presents me to the man in the middle of the group. I am wearing a wrap around my hair in order not to be recognized by anyone. I look up and am mesmerized by the man in the middle. His eyes are a beautiful shade of blue but his coloring is dark. He smiles at me and he tells the other men to leave the tent. The monk than explains what is happening that a marriage between him (his name is Nicholas, I have no idea how I know that) and me is the only way to stop the other man and to save everyone. Nicholas looks at me and tells the monk to leave the tent. The monk turns to me and tells me not to fear Nicholas, but somehow I already know that he would never hurt me. He leaves me alone with Nicholas.
    Nicholas then asks me why I chose him out of all the men in this world. I told him because he is the only man that I can trust. He smiles and asks me how I could possibly know that. I tell him because he has kind eyes. He laughs but than grows very serious. He tells me that is not looking for a wife and that he is sorry but he cannot help me. This causes me so much sadness and I start to cry and he tells me not to cry but I yell at him that I do not cry but at this moment I know that my people will die and that I will die with them. I turn to leave but he grabs my arm and hugs me. After a few moments he has me escorted to another tent to rest and tells me that we will speak in the morning.
    The next thing I remember is that I am running from the men that are trying to force me into marriage and he catches me and tells me that I cannot run or hide from him anymore. Than all of a sudden Nicholas rides up and tells him to unhand me. The man tells him that this is none of his business that I was a nervous bride-to-be. Nicholas laughs and says that that was impossible considering that I was his wife and that I was anything but nervous when we wed. Than flashes of a simple wedding by moonlight in the forest flashes before my eyes and I look down and see a ring with Nicholas' insignia. Right than all fear left me and I knew I was safe.
    The next scene I see is that I am in a room where there are about eight men around a table looking down at a map disgussing positioning and strategy for a war. Nicholas senses my presense and turns around and when he sees me he smiles. He asks me over and asks me for my opinion. All the men around us look at Nicholas like he's gone mad but he is just smiling at me which makes me fell strong and safe. Than the scene is over.
    All I know is that I have always loved the name Nicholas and that everytime I remember that scene I feel safe and loved. Thanks for listening, angie
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    hi i'm 14 and ever since i have been 11 i keep having the same dream or vision thing, i live in australia but most of my family is scottish or come from england.
    I seem to be about 6 or 7 at that age and i was down at the end of a garden saying good bye to another little girl.  Then I turn around and walk up to this big castle, as i walk up i look into a pond nearby seeing myself as i was when i was little except i was wearing a white and gold dress that
looked to be medieval. Then i turn back around and walk through the  front doors, as i go in i notice the light streaming through the coloured windows above the door, and it made the suits of armour down the hall look really spooky because it was dark in there. I start waking and when i go past the third suit of armour this cloaked man jumps out behind me and stabs me in the chest. At that point i would wake up from my dream or jolt if i was having a vision of it, and feel a really sour where i was struck by the daggar. Is this a real vision of my past life?
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    I have had dreams of being back in medieval times. In fact I always come to the same part of the dream. I see my love on the ground and is being threatened by a man behind me on a horse. I can't tell you where I was. But I had long brownish red hair and hazel eyes. I know I was murdered. In fact I was murdered before my love's eyes and thrown on the ground. I watch the vile man throw me on the ground at my love's feet and the man said "Since I couldn't have her neither will you." Ever since then I have had dreams here and there of the man I was in love with telling me he would find me. I was wondering if someone might happen upon this and maybe read it and recognize the story. - Becky
 

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:
"Yor 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

18th Century
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I was certainly NOT a famous person in a former life. In fact, I was a servant and I had a rather sad little existence.
    I had taken a meditation class and decided one day that I would try to remember a life before my current one. I was a little surprised at how quickly a memory came but I decided just to let it happen... The memory starts with me walking towards a stable. I have this strange awareness of what is going on...that I am a servant for a man that we (the servants on the estate) consider a gentleman and a farmer. We are all very proud of him because he is a prosperous man, self-made, multi-talented because he’s also an inventor of sorts and somewhat politically important, as well. In addition, I have this feeling that we (the servants) are very affectionate toward him, as we consider him an excellent "Master". At this point, confused at the term I wondered if I was a slave and looked down at my own feet. They were bare and white.  I watch my own feet walk across grass and into a dirt floor stable. The floor is very compacted and cool. I get the feeling that I am sneaking around, that I really shouldn't be doing this. I feel suddenly that I am both afraid and little in love with the Master of the house. I walk through the stable and there are empty stalls to my right. I keep walking until I get to a room that is built onto the back of the stable. I peer through the door and what I recall is that there is a kind of pegboard wall, covered with hooks and on these hooks are all kinds of metal tools and bridles. Adjoining this wall is a slanted table and I stare at the master of the house as he leans over this table, doing something, writing or drawing I think. I watch him for a moment. His back is to me. He is a little taller than average, with dark thinning hair. No wig. He is wearing a white shirt with long loose sleeves and yellow breeches that button at the knees. I notice that instead of wearing stockings and flat shoes, he wears high black leather riding boots and for some reason this amuses me. It makes me think that we servants privately but affectionately laugh at him for wearing those boots all the time.
    I watch him for a few moments and then he suddenly straightens up and turns around. He stares at me and I can't speak. I can tell that he is very vulnerable and conflicted at this moment, so I walked up to him...and I will leave this memory at that. There is certainly more but it’s not necessary to share it.
 
    The next part of the memory occurs later. I am sitting in the front parlor of the Master’s house "in town". The house is very close to the street. I am sitting on a chair and across from me is the head housekeeper, a woman in her 50's, I think, with gray hair peeking out of a hat that looks very similar to a ruffly shower cap. She is sitting very stiffly in her chair and glaring at me and I realize that I am 4 months pregnant. I feel very ashamed and anxious and this housekeeper is absolutely disgusted and disbelieving. We are waiting for the Master to arrive. I hear the clip clop of horses’ hooves and the sound of carriage wheels and then talking and the slamming of a door, footsteps up the walk, the door opening. The housekeeper jumps up and races into the hall. I hear her speaking in a very low tone and I am terribly anxious because I am aware that I am at the mercy of these people. If he refuses to admit the baby is his, I will be ruined. I hear his boots on the hallway floor and then I see him through the door. He stares at me for a long moment and I see in his expression different emotions...consternation and guilt and a little pity, too, I think. He doesn't speak to me. He sighs and says something in a low tone to the housekeeper and I know that he admitted to her that he was the father of the baby. And then I just feel intense relief.
    The next thing I remember is wearing a long black gown. I am sitting in a small parlor on a footstool and there is a little boy playing on the rug. There is a fire in the grate and the Master is sitting in a chair by the fire. I know that sometimes, when there are no visitors and no chance of them arriving the Master allows me to sit in the room with him and the child. He doesn't pay any attention to me at all. He doesn't speak to me much. He has not married me but I remember thinking "he has offered me his protection" and I am pathetically grateful for this. The little boy is named Thomas. A servant comes into the room and brings some tea. She serves the Master and pointedly ignores me. The servants never refer to me by name. They call me "Master Thomas's mother". I have done a terrible thing in their eyes. I am one of them, a servant girl, who they think I tried to "trap" the Master. Even though I was friends with these people before they won't even meet my eyes. I watch the servant leave the room and I feel so terribly lonely. Completely and utterly friendless and alone. It was the most awful feeling in the world.
    My next memory is of coming out of a room at the top of a stair case. I have little Thomas with me and I am fastening a cloak around his neck. At the bottom of the stairs, a servant is calling that the Master is waiting. I can hear that a carriage has pulled up to the front of the house. I kneel down in front of him and I am trying not to cry because the Master has decided that he will publicly claim this boy as his son and is taking him out in his carriage. I pretend to be very excited, "You're going out in the carriage with your father. You must promise to be good" I put a hat on his head and he runs down the stairs and out the front door. I watch him leave and I feel like he is not mine anymore. I was so sad.
    My final memory of this life was when I was dying. I am in a very bare, very spartan room. I am in a bed but I am sitting up against some pillows. My hands are as white as the sheet that they rest against. My feeling was that I had been bleeding quite a lot. I don't want to be gross here but I was having significant gastric bleeding and I was just waiting to die. I had a very clear thought at that moment that Thomas was at school and that he was very far away. There was this terrible feeling of sadness and resignation. I would never see Thomas again.
     That's it. I don't know why I remembered this so clearly. It was such a sad, lonely, insignificant existence.
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19th Century

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  I am female, age 33. This is really weird for me because it is something I really never believed in but it bothers me all of the time. I love anything from the mid 1800's. When I see dresses and items from that period, I feel at home for some reason. I have felt this way for years. I recently went on a tour at an old fort that was active in the 1800's. As I walked through the old buildings and looked at the pictures of the people from that time, I felt warm inside like I was supposed to be there and the people in the photos with their rifles and old clothes were familiar to me. I didn't want to leave. I have always felt out of place in this time. My mom told me that when I was little I would sit and listen to every single story my great-grand parents told me and when they would mention things that happened in those days, I would nod my head as if I knew what they were talking about. I recently got to hold some original dresses that were worn in the 1860's. It was the highlight of the year for me. I could see myself in one of the dresses and I loved it. They were torn and dirty but they were beautiful!!!  -Rachel
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    Hello, my name is Mary Mancuso 3 weeks ago i started having visions while awake i would be walking down my hallway at home and all of a sudden I'm in a Victorian plantation i look around my home and everything seem to change and when i sleep it comes to me in dreams. everything is so beautiful  the gardens the grounds even when I'm awake i see these things... around the same time  i met someone his name is Jeff. we haven't met in person but we talk via Internet but the first time he talked to me he explained to me in detail the bedroom in the plantation in detail, right down to the silver brush i see myself brushing my hair with this seems all strange to me  maybe you can help me ... i hope you can because as open as i am to this and to learn about this it scares me a little

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    Not until recently in my life have I felt really strong feelings about my past life. Maybe I was really naive to being open to it, or maybe something changed in my life. I dont know. But all I know, is that my whole life, I have always been different, not in a weird way, but in a very very sensitive and empathetic way. I have never felt like I fit into this world or this life, in any way. Everything in this life is harsh and sad and too evolved. im not used to it, and I never have been. Sometimes I feel like the weight of the pain of the world is on my shoulders to bear, and the sadness encompasses me like a cocoon. I am old fashioned at 26 years old, although I enjoy the fruits of the centuries labor, I am not from this century.
    I have always been drawn toward another time period. Although growing up, I knew not not much about the victorian period, I was always drawn towards anything that came from it. I felt comfort. I surround myself with beautiful antiques and oil lamps. I hae memories of the oil. Thje smell. We lit them one night when the power wet out, and I will never forget the smell. I hated that smell, even then and still now (well maybe not hate) but it always made me sick and I would step out for fresh air. I preferred the soothing smell of wax instead. And still do. I have a mirror that I have visions of myself in a beautiful bonnet, a kind of lavender color. And I loved it so much that I wore it all the time and stared at myself in it constantly. I cant recall having loved anyone dearly in my past life. But oh how I did dream of it. And still do, how wonderful it is to feel passion and hope, and romance. Nothing today can ever compare to the chivalrous courting and love that a man would have for me. And how innocent. How sweet and innocent and genuinly sincere it was. It can bring a tear to my eye just to imagine something that I can never have in this ife, and how young I was to be robbed of it in my past life. I was young when I died. In my twenties. I don't recall how it happened. I'll have to find that out later on. But for now, that is  what I have to share. i hope you have enjoyed it, and I am greatful to you for allowing me to use your site as a vessel to express such sacred thoughts and treasures dear to my heart.
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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 to 19th Century - 20th Century: I-II