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i've had this dream since i was little. I'm in
a room i don't know where exactly, but i hear a sort or chanting. i step
into a doorway and i see a woman she's about 5'5 black hair and in almost
rugged clothes. i don't know why but i get the feelling that she's my mother.
the longer i stand there the more i understand what she's chanting...
"let the wind stir the earth
to dirty the water
to ignight the fire
bring forth my one desire..."
she just keeps chanting this over and over again. the next thing i know
we're both running. i trip and fall and she reaches down to help me up
but stops. she yells YOU and keeps on going. i feel an almost over whelming
fear and then everything stops. that's when i wake up. i'm normally very
rustled and my chest hurts as if i've actually been running like in my
dream.
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Since I was very small, I have had dreams about
my past lives. One of the most memorable ones is when I am in a forest
in Autumn, and I am walking down a long, dirt path. I look down at my feet
and see a brown/tan tattered up dress, and my hands are holding some sort
of musical instrument. I keep walking until I reach a field with a big
oak tree. I stay there until the moon is high, and then I start to play
the instrument strung in my hands. For a while, I stand there plaing my
instrument until a mob comes and takes me back to their village. They took
me to their pavilion and placed a rope around my neck. I remember seeing
my son looking up at me, tears soaking his pale face in the moonlight.
I smiled at him as they dropped the floor board under my feet and everything
goes black. I must have known that they wanted me dead, for I remember
running away from them earlier. The face of my son still haunts me to this
day. Blessed be! -Pryi
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The older I grow the more flashes come up, I beliefe it must be
past live. Here the flashes:
- Clothing: long wide robes, around 1700-1800,
- Living: big old house, good middle class or old aristocracy
- Landscape: much green, north, a hill with a ruin, forests, water
- Family: there must be one to two sisters, we had to flee the house
one night, the house is near the water, there was a tiny boat, the other
girls helped me to go into the boat.
- My age: always young girl, maybe 17 to 20 years old.
- Other flash: long rows of people with torches, making me fear,
going up the hill to the ruin, they were dressed poorer than I was.
- Stairs: the longer I live the more I fear stairs. The more and
more often I have the feeling, I will fall and smash my head. (I'm am a
sportiv person, no fears, encouraged always in life, always healthy in
body and mind, and I enjoy my life!)
My questions: Can this be pas life? How can I
find out? Am I just combining films I have seen once, and I cannot remember
them? Thank you for helping, Marianne Morand
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before I tell you my dream, I just want to tell
you some things first. I am 13 and I'm Jewish. Well, sort of. I'm Jewish,
but I also practice Wicca with my 5 best friends (most of whom are also
Jewish like me). Well, one night I really wanted to know what I was in
a past life, so I cast a spell so that I would dream of it. I don't remember
the spell exactly, but I will tell you what I do remember from my dream.
So, here goes:
I was in my room and I heard a knocking at the
door and looked outside and saw a green truck, sort of like a hummer but
not exactly. Well, then the men, dressed in all dark green came into my
room and told me to only pack what I need. Then they left my room and went
somewhere else. My sister and my dad came in while I was trying to empty
my jewelry box with my special necklaces into a little bag. I don't remember
what we talked about, but I remember that my mother wasn't in my dream
at all. Well, so, anyway, they take us to this place which was kind of
like a cafeteria in a way with long tables and benches and a whole bunch
of Jewish people. I was wearing my necklace with my Hebrew name on it,
my gold necklace my grandmother had gotten me for my 13 birthday. I made
friends with a some people, including a really cute guy who i ended up
going out with (I actually met someone that looked like him a few weeks
later in school, in consciousness). Then we got taken to a place with a
high barbed wire fence. We stayed there for a while, and i dont remember
all that in detail, except i got really hungry and sick and then finally,
one day my sister, my dad, and i luckily all together were sent with a
bunch of other people to a giant brick building and we walked inside all
scared and holding hands. Then i woke up. I'm not sure what it means, but
i was hoping maybe you can help me? thank you. Blessed be, Sam
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Hello, my name is Ken i'm fourteen and keep having
these reacurring dreams. Every single night. Every night the dream becomes
a bit more clear and longer. I look like myself. A girl about the age of
fourteen to sixteen with shoulder length black hair and black eyes and
mocha colored skin. But I feel i'm not supposed to be there. where there
is i don't know. I can remember seeing fading colors of green and yellow
and brown leaves i think. perhaps on trees. I'm sitting in the shade of
a tree near a brook where four blond girls are splashing each other and
giggling. I can't exactly recall what they are wearing but it seems like
the Victorian era. They whisper to themselves as they jeer and laugh at
me. I remember scowling at them and running up pushing them all into the
water. A man and women walk up then, and punish me. The adults look like
they are parents of the four blond girls. I stomp back to this large
blue manor.
I am suddenly outside and watching the girls
again either play with their father or reading with their mother. I'm on
the deck/porch of the house and looking up at the moon. It was a
blue moon i can remember that. Suddenly I hear the screams and I look quickly
to the family to see them being attacked by cloaked figures. I am grabbed
from behind and all I know is darkness.
But I can remeber a voice telling me I will be taken care
of and no one will ever be mean to again. The voice dark and mysterious
was oddly comforting to me. I can also remember these sterling hazel eyes
peer at me. And then i back again, in my bed in my home in modern
time. Does anyone know what it means?
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I have only a few past life meories but here
goes... I'm this woman, a servant almost. Always wearing ragged clothes,
and cleaning up after everyone at this place. Wherever it is I am. I'm
kept mostly down in the dungeons, or they look like dungoens to me, and
there's not much light. But I know what I look like though...I have black
hair, matted with dirt. Dull blue eyes and pale skin. Too pale, I look
like i've never seen light. But I know its a memory because I can feel
the floor that i'm walking on, and the chill of the 'dungeons'.
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I remember different lives through flashbacks.
Over time I've piece different bits together and try to figure out what
happened. I can recall about five different ones. In all of them I'm with
a guy who wants to marry me...but I tell them I can't. It's like I know
that it can't be, or something. It's a strange feeling. In almost
all of them some one pushes me around and kicks/hits me but the guys :
non-husbands protect me...I see a lot. It makes my heart ache to remember
the love I had in my life. I so want to be back there. Sincerly, Robin
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Merry Meet! I have written here before, and decided
to do so again, because after writing it, I actually "remembered" more!
Then just yesterday, I had seemingly new memory. It's is very vague though.
-- I am alone I think. I am in the middle of some place, like a dessert
or something very flat and markerless. It has a gray/brown tint to it,
and I can't see very far. There's kind of like a brownish gray mist around
me, although I strongly feel it isn't anything but non-visibility. Like,
there's nothing there, but I can't see past it, the opacity around me past
5 feet fades down to 0. I am looking at "myself" from the back. I am walking
along something. I feel like it's a very small (about 1 foot wide) railroad
track, or a stream/irrigation channel. I think I'm much smaller, and/or
younger. And I'm probably not really me at all, but a past me. I can't
tell the gender, and I THINK I had short brown hair. I seemed messy, with
raggedy brown clothes. This "vision" or "flashback" or "daydream" was a
TINY fraction of a second, but it was very strong. When it happened, I
got the predictable humongous sense of familiarity. And strangely, it also
gave me the feeling of church (I was Baptized into the Morman church in
my childhood) or (don't laugh too hard now) girl scouts, which I was in
for about two years in my early youth. I don't feel it has any connection
to the other "memory" I had. Thank you for reading! Blessed Be! -Heather
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There are many memories with my past that don't
reconcile with my life. I have distant memories of living in a mediterranean
climate as a boy. I remember my mother always wearing black from head to
toe. I can remember swimming in the sea or ocean and jumping into
the water. There was a lighthouse nearby and there was no electricity.
The details that come out are of the little crabs and other ocean creatures
along the shore. One other thing,. the way we kept the house lit
up at night was with an oil lamp. I think that once I swam out too
far into the water and drowned.
My other lives can only be recalled at the point
at which I died in that life. I have memories of being killed by a large
animal such as a bear or large cat, I have been killed by an arrow
or spear. The feeli ng of those experiences is an instance of unbearable
pain followed by the pain vanishing and me leaving my body and beng utterly
astonished that my conscious self was still around. I am not
sure if what I have experienced was real or just a delusion.
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i am nineteen and newly wiccan and ever since
i became wiccan i have had a reacurring dream; i am in the forest surrounded
by sisters? or mothers? i cant tell i can see no ones face its like they
are covered with something. i feel a peace come over me. and then i scream
and pass out/ and wake up. thanks for letting me share
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I met this guy one day at the grocery store.
He works as an employee there and for some reason I was drawn to him even
though he isn't like the usual guys I date. I couldn't keep myself from
walking up to him and starting a conversation. Instantly into the conversation
I got a very deep sense that I knew this guy, but from where? We had never
met til that day. We went out on our first date a week later and at the
end of the night he gave me a kiss and suddenly I felt like I was in another
time and another place. I could even hear the music of an old waltz. I
used to hear that very waltz in my dreams as a kid. I thought it was nothing
til a week later I went out with him again, by now I was completely shocked
because he seemed to know things about me that I never told him. At the
end of the night of our second date he kissed me again. Once more I heard
the same waltz but this time it was a later time in a different place.
This time the music was louder and this time I felt like I was being swept
around the floor. Since then I still get glimpses of him and I in another
place and another time. Sincerely, Nikki S.
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i used to think and feel and this strong awareness
in side me about who i am ...some times it shows.. mostly can't get it
off my mind when i was among some warrior soldiers who fought
with swords i even have a lust for it till now... is a long story i even
see my mates around i remember fighting thousands not because i was a hero
but because i know how to survive you know.... those days were goood ...sometimes
you can' just forget.!
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I find I am having a hard time putting all that
into words... so on to specific memories... The first I have is myself
floating down a river. I think I'm drowning, but I'm not sure. I am
struggling though. I am surrounded by tall cliffs, and there is someone
on one of the walls of rock next to me. Really high up, on the right side.
I think the person is trying to help me, and calling something out to me.
- Heather
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I'm not really sure if this counts as a past
life, but it really had an impact on me. I've only recently allowed
myself to strongly believe in past lives, but it's always had a place in
my mind. I'm 17 years old and for the longest time I've thought that
I don't want to have any children after I get married (still a long time
off I know). About 8 days ago I was in the middle of doing some housework
when all of the sudden I felt as if I'd been punched in the stomach.
I was suddenly overcome with almost a grief because I felt as if I should
have a baby in my arms. I was near tears because I couldn't find
my baby, but I don't have a baby. For a split second I thought I
should've had a baby by now, but I quickly dismissed the thought.
Maybe two nights ago a little boy appeared in my dreams with the most beautiful
blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes, my son my baby. I felt so
connected but so distant from him. I feel so ready to have a child,
but I'm still too young. ~Caitlyn
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Several years ago, I had a very vivid dream.
I was in a wooded area. Wearing a long black dress with some sort of a
white apron or bodice and white at the cuff of the long sleeves. It reminded
me afterwards of the Pilgrims. Like the Thanksgiving people :-) I had a
little girl with me. She was all dresses in white. Kinda looked like sleeping
clothes. She was very blonde and fair. About 3 years old I would think.
We were running from something or someone. We cleared the woods and were
in a small meadow with lots of dried leaves on the ground. I looked over
my shoulder and saw some men coming out of the woods behind us. One man
who seemed to be the leader was very tall powerful looking. He had a long
rifle type weapon that was fluted at the end like a trumpet. I told the
girl to run ahead and hide in the bushes. She started to. I saw her. If
this is a reincarnation dream (and I believe it is) the girl out there
somewhere maybe has dreamed this too? Then the man raised the rifle and
shot me in the kidney area and everything went black and I woke up. Interestingly
enough, I suffer from frequent kidney stones and infections in this life.
Regards, Rose
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I don't know if
this is part of a past life, but I remember having a dream, or something
like a dream that I was in the woods with a man that I did not know, and
I do remember feeling very scared, and knowing that I was going to die.
The man did end up raping and killing me. I remember dying on a road
with rocks covering it. But, the weird thing is, that way before
I had even had this dream, I used to always be afraid that someone was
going to break into our house, and rape me. *Aelia*
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I used to have a reocurring dream that I still
remember in great detail. I was five years old when I first told my mother
about it, she confirmed it when I had it again in my teenage years. In
the dream I am a young boy, not older than seven or eight years old.
I am on a beach and I am running as fast as I can with my bare feet towards
a dark haired woman. The beach stones hurt my feet but I know I can't
stop running. There are dead bodies around me, and I hear what seem
to be explosions detonating behind me, I am really scared so I continue
running and yelling "Mama!" to this woman whom I do not recognize, but
could point out in a crowd if I saw her today. Just when I think
I'm getting closer to her a bomb explodes near me. I would always wake
up sweaty with my heart racing and my nerves on edge, not crying though
just on the edge. I could remember the smoke in the air, the sunlight
trying to come through it. I remember the colors of my clothes were
gray and dark blue, and the buildings were close to the sea and the beach,
they weren't real tall, seven stories high at the most. They were
made of ornate stone, the same color of the sand - a dirty beige Although
it has been a while since I last dreamt this, I believe it was some kind
of memory residue that obviously still haunted me in this new life.
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When I was 4 years old
I remember being ran over by sheep. I was very afraid of them when I was
little, (I'm 17 now) which was very unfortunate because we raised them
on are farm along with many other animals. still to this day I wake up
in the night from that dream, its so life like. some times when I
wake up I'm sore, from the hooves.
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I have a memory. It's nothing special, nothing
beautiful or eventful. I have no idea where this place may be, perhaps
England or America? Not sure. It came to me when I had laid down to bed
- I had not gone to sleep yet, I
wasn't even tired - and it came to me as a vision. I mean, it was
very clear. Most of my dreams are fuzzy, as if I'm seeing the events through
a window and I can see myself as if I were another person . . . but this
vision is unusual because I wasn't asleep, and it was extremely clear,
clear as my own eyes are when I'm awake, and I couldn't see myself. I saw
these images as if I were in that body, unable to see me. This is why I
think this is not a dream and perhaps a past memory. The vision lasted
only a few split seconds, but the information I recieved from this was
astronimical in number. Okay, here goes:
I am laying on the ground, or somewhere low to
the ground. I'm outside, and the day is clear. I'm in a clearing, my house
or barn or whatever (it's a building, wood) is behind/beside me. There
is a clearing and it has short, rich green grass. It's on the corner of
a deciduous forest, and the leaves are rich, light green. Perhaps
spring or early summer, judging by my surroundings. A cool day. There are
two horses in the clearing. One is grey, tame and gelded. He has a rope
lightly tied around his muzzle, and he is tied to another horse. The other
horse is a bay, ungelded and greenbroke. I am watching as he arches that
beautiful neck, trying to get away from the situation he was put in.
I'm looking up at the bay, with a calm, familiar
feeling in me as if I had done this before many times. I am male,
brown hair. About 17 or 18. My hand is laying upon my other hand in my
lap, my legs are folded ankle of ankle, stretched out.
I can't see anything else except the bay and
the forest behind the bay, but I had a strong feeling about the grey horse,
as well as another man, about my age, perhaps a little older, a friend,
behind the bay horse, watching as
well. Then the vision ended. I have NO idea what this whole thing
was about. I've had others visions as well, the same boy, looking
down at a brown/black leather book, wishing I could read. So I'm pretty
sure in my past life I was a brown-haired, young, illiterate male.
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I have this memory that hasn't happened in this
life, but it's so vivid. I am sitting at a table infront of a glass door,
drinking hot chocolate. I am young, about 8, and i look completely different.
well this guy who looks like myself in the memory, he walks up yelling,
and i don't hear what he's saying but he hits my hot chocolate across the
room into the glass window. that's about it. ~Jess
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Ever since I was a small child I
would have the same dream every year. I'm in a dark place waiting for something
and I feel really scared. Then suddenly the darkness starts closing in
on me and I cry out for help but no words come out of my mouth. I feel
the walls but I donít see them but theyíre there collapsing in on me. I
feel tears run down my face as I yell franticly for help but still no sound.
Then just when I have no more room to move I wake up crying.
Apparently whenever I have this dream I
scream because my grandma came running in and I was only four or three
when I had the dream for the first time. Every year after that I've had
it but now I think I havenít had it for two years, which thatís really
odd. I should have had it again by now.
In my dream I was older then I was
when I first had it. It was I but didnít look like me- You know? I was
about eleven or twelve in my dream with pale dirt smudged skin. I couldnít
tell what color hair I had it was ether brown or blonde with mud in it.
I was also wearing a dress or nightgown
I didnít realize until now when I
visited your site for the first time that it could have been a past life.
I think I died in a cave in of some sort and no one could hear me. I have
no fear of small places though and thatís good. But the dream is so real
to me when I have it. I always wake up covered in sweat and tears with
adrenaline pumping in my veins. Anyway thank you for reading and thank
you for writing that book it helps allot.
Peace be with you. Love
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Lately I have been having "visions" or "memories"
of what to me may be a past life of mine. But I am not too sure. Sometimes
they occur during sleep and other times it will just hit me during the
day when I'm busy doing other stuff. My "visions" have me walking the deck
of a old sailing ship. The sky is always blue, weather calm with a slight
breeze. The sails blown out full. I am walking the deck. I can hear the
water against the ship and the breeze in the sails. The smell of the salt
air is heavy. I do not hear birds or people. Occasionaly I will see someone
else on the ship. One, sometimes two others dressed in raggy type clothing.
They never say words, but just look at me and nod their heads with a smile.
The deck of the ship seems to be neat and tidy. Then I look up towards
the ship's sails. Then my vision ends.
When I get these "visions" I feel as though I
am really there. I have tried to find out what the name of the ship is
or other details of the scene without success. Now I am not sure if this
is a past life memory trying to come through, or if it is just a random
memory of something else. I have watched movies of sailing ships, but myself,
I have never been on a sailing ship.
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I am a 16 year old girl. I have always been different
from other people. And I've always had memories to things that never happened
to me in this life time. I'm a half mexican, so I have dark features. The
girl I see in my dreams is me, but looks nothing like me at all. When I
see her face, she is very light skinned and has bruises. She always have
bruises. Sometimes in the dream I'll see nothing but a male hand hit her
across the face. Then I wake up and inside of my cheek bleeding or my ears
are still ringing from the hit. The man who beats her does this because
she was also different. She was special. I can sometimes feel her precence
in me. I can also sometimes feel her pain. And there is so much when I
do feel it. That man, he beat her gifts out of her. I know that he beat
her to death. She was still young, in her teens. I have had these dreams
for as long as I can remember! She will always be with me. - Clarisa
More Non-Specific Times and Places Memories: I,
II
Dates Uncertain: I,
II,
III
Ancient
Times - Middle
Ages, 19th Century - 20th Century: I-II
