Reference#651 - Wendy
I can't believe I'm even researching this subject, because I have been raised with traditional Christian beliefs. This is not about me at all, but instead, my children. I'm the mother of 1 son and 3 daughters. They have all talked of when they "died before". It has always been before age 4 that they've spoken of this and have no memory whatsoever after approximately that age.
My third child actually pointed out a grave while were visiting the cemetery, a few years ago and stated, "that was me when I was a boy." I laughed it off, but still walked over with her and sure enough, it was a very old grave of a young boy. I didn't recognize the family name.
My grandmother died a few months back and I have been having a rough time coping the past few days. Today, my 2 year old informed me that it's OK, Mackey (my grandmother) was there to get her when she died before. This is a child that can't even get her own name out clear, but this was very clear. She said that the fireman tried to save her, but couldn't and Mackey was there to get her. She claims that they put her body in a car, but she didn't go with it.
I'm totally freaked out and don't understand.
Reference#651
I wanted to recount something that I had experienced when I was younger.
When I was a child, I always would rock an imaginary baby, not a baby doll, just cradle my arms as if I was rocking a baby. I would only do this around my sister, or by myself, never around any adults. In my "imaginary" story line I was a wealthy Indian woman married to a person named Sudhir. Don't ask me why the name Sudhir. I remember being sad because I couldn't rock my baby anymore and missing my husband. Isn't that a weird feeling for a 6 year old to have? When I was young I was immediately attracted to anything on television that was related to Indian culture/India. I grew up in a small town in Indiana with absolutely no Indian/Pakistani people in it so it was sort of weird to feel this connection to India.
As I got older, I often wondered to myself why did I have this imaginary scenario and to me the name Sudhir was so foreign, I wasn't even sure if there were people who really had that first name.
Reference#650 - Teresa
Hello there. My name is Teresa and I wanted to pass something by you once to see what you thought. First off, I have often felt as if I lived before as a pioneer wife. In the time of wagons and horses. I don't think I was anyone famous. I can't recall a name I used or how I died. As a child I would play "pretend" with my sister and always chose the name Jennie but never knew why the name appealed to me. I had no girl friends named that. I just liked it I guess.
Well over five years ago, My husband started work at a local factory. I took him into work to drop him off and one of his co-workers was in the parking lot. I told my husband the mans name before we actually parked and he asked if we knew each other. He knew me as well, but to this day, neather of us can recall how or when we met. Even though we both knew very personal and detailed things about each other. (not sexually) We never went to the same schools or had mutual friends. He grew up nearly 50 miles from where I did.
A female friend of my husbands once looked at me and laughed. I asked her "what?" thinking I had something on my face. But she simply said "you are a survivor. You lived before and Steve was your child." She held my hand and kind of freaked me out because she then said that I lived on the prarie and that I had 5 children. All boys. She then told me that I had met 3 of my children already. And that my husbands co-worker was my husband in a past life. That was why we knew each other now. What freaked me the most is that I never told her that I felt like I had lived before or about the man Steve worked with. I have never had a "flashback" or dream, just the feeling that is hard to explain.
Reference#645 - Lynn
At around the age of 9, I began to have strange waking "dreams" of being other people in past times, I might have discounted these as simple childhood fantasies, if not for the fact that they often contained accurate historical and cultural details, which I had no access to at the time, (but later was able to validate). Having lived a very sheltered life, with any suggestion of mysticism being highly frowned upon by my mother, somehow I still became a strong believer in the concept of reincarnation, at the age of 9, in spite of the fact that I had never heard of it, at that point in my life. Also, around that age, I became utterly obsessed with visions and images of a black stallion, and began asking for a toy that would exactly match the image I had in my mind, of this one particular black stallion. My mother brought home toy after toy, but none quite matched the image in my mind, I rejected them all, in great frustration, and often in tears. I felt I had to find that one black stallion, for no logical reason. Finally, my mother found a cast iron statue, that closely approximated what I was dreaming of, and then I was content, and no longer was plagued by dreams of this particular horse. Many of my "dreams" have contained images of Arabs riding horses, and I suspect this "stallion" may have had some important significance for me, in a past life. I have continued to have dreams of being another person, (actually several people) in what appear to be Middle Eastern regions, of riding across deserts on spirited stallions, of engaging in swordplay, and also became obsessed with pirates at about that age, as well, and read nearly every pirate novel ever written, to satisfy my obsession. (Many years later, I learned that the first original pirates, were actually from the Middle East) Strange obsessions, for a girl.
Reference#637
I have been practicing Meditation for some years. Eight years ago, around 4:00 AM I was in a trance. I felt I was flying over Southern France. Don't ask me how I know, I just simply know I know. Golden wheat fields were below me, the sun was warm, the air quite refreshing. Then I saw a young woman walking down a street in a city I knew was Vienna. She was good-looking, lovely body, filled with joy of living though worried at the time. She kept looking up to the skies while walking hurriedly down the street. I felt such a feeling towards her that I knew she had been me. Then I heard the noise of large planes, the noise of near-by explosions and saw a light in front of me. At this time I was one with that woman and saw the building falling hard on me. I knew no more.
I was born in 1954, i.e. 9 nine years after II WW ended. I have a deep attachment to German Language. As a matter of fact I started studying it 9 years ago and found it quite easy. I love Classical Music from Central Europe. Cole Porter is one of my favourite composers. Literature from the 30s is especially liked by me. I think this was my immediate past death.
Reference#636
I am a female who wishes to remain anonymous but will be open about very real past life memories. Since a young school age child, I felt distinctly as if I was a boy. I rejected dolls & wanted a train set (which I never got). As an adult, I sought past life readings, never mentioning this. In different occasions, readers that never met each other all said they perceived me as a gay male in the past! And I sensed my 2nd husband was one of my male lovers. I visualized a life with him in a past century in France, our first time alone when we ran for cover form a thunderstorm. I also disocvered why alcoholics were so prominent in my present life, despite the fact I don't drink: because I was an alcoholic passenger, killed in a car crash. Lastly, this also explains why to this day I'm afraid to drive!
Reference#635 - Louise
My name is Louise,
I was in town one Friday, I was standing still when all of a sudden I went all dizzy, I felt my body go to one side, I remember closing my eyes and having a flashback, but I couldn't work out what it was at the time. So I thought nothing of it. I went home and watched the film The Mummy Returns - and a couple of days later I started getting flashbacks of being in a gold temple like the one shown in the film!!! Now I'm getting them most of the time, which is freaking me out, but the strange thing is I have to find the 'Book of The Dead' and read it but I don't understand why!!! I've told my Mum about it and now I want to go to Egypt's Cairo city museum to see if they have found it...
Reference#634 - Mandy
I was regressed by a professional nearly 4 years ago and although I could see 7 'doors' to other lives, we only had time for 3.
My first life was as a scullery maid in a large country mansion in England. My Mother was the lady of the house's chamber maid. As I was born out of wedlock (my Mother was caught out by a travelling man) the lady of the house kindly kept her on and I worked from a very young age. I made notes on my regression session and was able to trace the family and house through Who's Who.
Another life was a small holding miles from anywhere with my parents and sister and two brothers. Our home was log built and we had cows, chickens and horses. My Father would sometimes take me to the settlement on market days to help sell our goods. I was fortunate to marry the butcher who lived in the settlement. This was a really lucky break for a poor farm girl. I have not been able to trace this life but after the next life discovery I may have a starting point.
The third life was as a Red Indian squaw. This 'life' I doubted because from very young I have been fascinated with their life and culture. I was very old and had lost my husband and two sons in the fighting. I helped the young squaws with chores and children. Until a fortnight ago I didn't credit this life because I thought it was wishful thinking. However my cousin is having my maternal side of the family traced. They have found that a great great grandfather emigrated to North Carolina and settled within a community made up of emigrants and Indians of the Lumpee tribe.
My initial interest in after life started when I was nursing on geriatric wards and some patients had experiences that were interesting. After reading several books and finding out more it has been an interest for 20 years or more. I will be regressing again to follow up my Lumpee life.
Reference#632 - Linda
Lets start with the year 1920.. Everything and anything relating to this time period, I feel very close to.. Commercials, Coca Cola themes, Victorian dresses, furniture, and so on.. I experience this overwhelming feeling of great wealth.. Yet, I am just a "middle class" citizen striving to make it from pay day to pay day.. I feel like I am a Beautiful woman who lavishes herself in the finest of Victorian clothing.. Not counting the diamonds on every finger of both hands!!!! So, who is this woman that lived in the 1920's?????
Several years ago, I had a dream.. In this dream, I was stabbed 40 times.. Brutally, over and over and over... Mind you, I felt everyone of the stabbings!!!! When I awoke, I was screaming at my husband telling him of my dream when I noticed blood on my hands, arms, legs, and feet.. My poor husband was petrified and didn't know what to do.. He helped me into the bath tub.. I could hardly walk, I hurt so bad.. However, when I washed myself there were NO cuts or wounds on my body... I never bleed like that again.. So, where did this blood come from??? I was wondering if maybe I had been stabbed in a previous life...
If you have any suggestions would you please email me and share them with me? Where do I start to ever research something like this? I tried typing in: Homicides 1920's but didn't find anything.. Then I typed in Rich and Famous woman and still didn't find anything... I might add.. I told my Mother about this dream prior to her passing.. She was hysterical and told me she had the very same dream about me but in her dream all she could do was stand there and watch!!!! Since then, I have had other dreams of those who have since passed away.. They were alive and well... 20 years old, living in another world...
Reference#631 - John
I have always had an strange feeling when I heard a helicopter, this goes back as long as I can remember. When I was 16 or 17 I had a dream that I was a soldier in Vietnam. I was in a large "hut" structure. and their were people inside. We were trying to get them out because there was a battle going on. I was on a pole ladder, I heard a helicopter very close, I looked up through a hole in the roof and saw a helicopter crashing on the building. I was killed, along with a woman, and two kids.
I don't know if this was just a dream, or if I was reliving something.
Reference#629
I have been puzzled for years over "daydreams" I had as a child. I'm in my 20s now and the visions have stopped, but let me tell you about them. The first vision was of me being a fieldhand in some midwestern state, harvesting wheat or barley or something. The sun was hot overhead and there were other people in the field with scythes. I seemed to be a woman in my thirties who was harvesting this crop for money. There was a little shed with white peeling paint where the boss was, and he paid the workers for whatever amount of the crop they gathered. I always got a feeling of hostility from the other people when I saw myself there. I've lived in Georgia most of my life and never grew
up on a farm, so I have no explanation for this memory of harvesting, except that perhaps it was a past life.
Another vision I had as a child was of being in a restaurant seated at a
table in a corner. The restaurant was gold yellow and had brown paneling
on the walls. There was a big window over my left shoulder and more
windows behind me. Tables were set up as far as my eye could see and the
doors leading outside were about a hundred feet away. None of the
restaurants I have been to in my lifetime resemble this one I saw in my
head.
The other memory I had, and this one was strong and lasted on into my
teen years, was of me going into a yellow house somewhere in a suburb.
The front door and steps were on the east side of the house and there
was an iron railing. Weirdly enough, I sensed that the house belonged to
an elderly woman and I was her. Yes, I sensed it was my house and she
and I were the same person. I never saw the whole interior of the house,
only the hall closet ( which seemed to be pretty important because I
went back to it time after time) and the kitchen. The mental trips to
this house became annoying but I seemed to have no control over it. I'd
go there spontaneously and always stop at the hall closet and peer into
it. I honestly believe this house exists somewhere in the US but I don't
know where. All I know is its painted yellow and the front portion is
facing east.
Reference#623 - Audrey
I’m 15 years old, I live in Iowa. Well, as for my "visions" whatever you want to call them, it’s very vague, I have two, one of them, I’m very young, probably 5 or 6, and I’m, like, hiding underneath this table, a little table in a long hallway, it’s white all around, and glowing with sunlight, I have my knees to my chest, and I’m wearing a white petty-coat type thing, with white tights, on top of the table is a washing basin, it’s porcelain, and then I hear these older women...calling my name, but its not Audrey. It’s something, I couldn’t really make it out...but I know it’s supposed to be me. They want to give me a bath - that’s why I’m hiding, because I saw them carrying towels and soap on a rope. It looks old, and I’m dressed in older clothes. I know you may not believe me, because it’s in such minute detail, but I’ve seen this more then once, and I remember the whiteness. I envision really bright whiteness in dreams and such.
My other vision: In Clinton, there is this house, on this little hill, above
the road, and I swear I thought I had been in there before, I literally
thought that I had been in there before, up until a few years ago, when I
asked my dad if we'd ever been there before, or if we knew the people whom
resided there. "No" he said, well I imagined being in that house, in a dim
musty room, with books, and couches, a small room, and there is a crocheted
quilt...I see something ...some sort of quilt, that’s like brown and orange,
purple and green, yarn, I’m sitting on an older lady's lap, once again I’m
younger, she has short white hair, and she’s heavy set, she gives me a doll,
an Indian doll with a crocheted skirt, just like the quilt...I swear, I
thought that really happened, I even once attempted to find the doll...
Reference#620
I was born in 1935. I am a wife, mother and grandmother. As a child I would have these recurring dreams of rounding a corner on a country road and seeing below a town. I kept asking my mother if we had ever seen a town as such, she said we hadn't. I was 11 years old at that time. Later when married, we were traveling to Winnipeg, Manitoba. We had to take unexpected detour and lo-and-behold there was the town I had dreamed of. We drove through it and my attention was drawn to an old 2 storey house. Of course, I got very uncomfortable and asked my husband to get away from that town. I had dreamt I had been an older man and somehow that man and that small town seemed linked together. I also have strong feelings of being a small boy in England, where I remember running down a cobblestone road.
Reference#619
I was 17 years old, bored and moping around the house when my father
suggested I go down to the local museum - I did. It was an Egyptian
exhibit. It was completely familiar to me. Later, reading a Reader's
Digest about famous people in history, I nearly collapsed, struck with
grief over the knowledge that Cleopatra's children were made to march behind
a statue of the Queen through the city - then killed. Even later, I checked
out a book on calligraphy, from the local library, and in it I was taken
with a line drawing (artist unknown) showing a kiss between a man and woman,
Egyptian style of side views. When I was 30 years old, I had a mind's-eye
view of my stage that I shared with a male dancer (inside and outside
stages) and of the audience that we performed for - Egyptian. The seating
was according to rank within the society. I remember it was very important
to dance clockwise and never to turn counter clockwise. I remember sitting
near the ocean and thinking. A much larger than myself suitor would often
meet me playfully asking me if I loved him until I said yes. Unfortunately,
the king became angered with me during my obviously final performance and I
believe I was killed by knife on stage. His voice rang in my head.
Reference#259
I don't know if this is some form of being reborn but I have places that draw me and feelings that I know I have done things before. I do not feel I were rich or famous but I have seen the picture of myself recently. When I was fifteen years old I saw myself in a large kitchen the walls were of reddish brick and there was a huge fire place; also lots of pans and a large bench, but solid underneath, full of food. I was sat in a large spindle chair. I wore a full black dress and my hair hung down my left side in a plait and I recall scrubbing the stone flags and how heavy my dress felt when it trailed behind me. Sometimes I feel as if I'm still in that dress when I'm walking, and at times I can almost feel myself being held. The name Emrys has always been in my mind and also I feel an infinity with Tudor and medieval things.
Reference#219
When I was little I liked to make drawings of girls with dark long hair,
earrings, long skirts...the strange thing is that I never met women looking
like that. Later when I was older, the first time I listened to Gypsy
music I started to cry. It touched my feelings in a way I could not
understand, and always I liked their dances and clothing, it touched my
soul, and I never understood why. In the early 1970's was a film series on TV
about Berlin Alexanderplatz, and in the beginning of every part of this
series they showed the streets from Berlin, and I started to cry, did not
know why. But my feelings became so strong of what I saw. Later on I read
in a newspaper that in Berlin Alexanderplatz, was long time ago a place for
Gypsy musicians. (Very strange)
Now to a very strange thing that happened to me some years later: I was
sitting inside an underground train to the city. In front of me were two
women talking Polish. Suddenly I felt moved to another time. I was sitting
in an old train with wooden benches, I think, and I was lying down in a
wooden box or bed...I do not know how to describe it. And in front of me
were two women talking the same language. And it felt so real. I know I
was not sleeping...and I'll never forget that experience.
Reference#21
As a child (about 8 or 9 years old) I had a sudden, visual memory of being a very old lady, dying in bed. This memory only lasted perhaps half a second, but was intensely vivid. It wasn't frightening and left me just knowing that I'd lived before. I thought it was just me, and I didn't tell anyone of it until about three years later when some older girls were talking about a TV
programme on reincarnation that they'd seen the night before. Over the years, I've tried to keep an open mind about this memory – which has never recurred - and to explain it away as something else. I've told loads of people in the hope that someone would say, "Oh yeah - that's happened to me, too!" but no one has as yet. Perhaps that's why I'm writing this. It would be nice to know that there are others who have lived with something similar for most of their lives and I'm not the only wierdo!
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