Fresh Green Chi and a Past Life Memory Poll

Though I have no specific memories, I’ve always been obsessed with the relationships between masters and slaves, and other relationships governed by power dynamics. I have an odd proclivity for names and honorifics. I think I was probably someone’s slave in the Victorian era. I either had a romantic relationship with this person (I’m almost sure it was a woman) or had a strong, platonic relationship with her. I think things ended badly though because thinking about these memories causes me a lot of pain, as if things were never resolved. A psychic told me this is a thought form, not a past life, but it’s so potent that I think it is more than mere imagining. It’s hard to disentangle what is possibly part of a memory and what is mere fantasy, since I do have an active fantasy life. I hope to one day find whoever I was enslaved to and come to some sort of understanding.

In my early 20s I began to have a very strange sensation about once per year. The sensation began along with a very odd smell. The sensation would then take me into a trance for several seconds where I closed my eyes, and felt that I was being pushed, head first, slliding down a long soft snug tube of some sort.

After several experiences with exactly the same feelings, odor, and sensation I believe it is the memory of my birth.

It was very dark, the smell was like nothing I have ever smelled in life and it was a pleasant feeling, very soft and supportive and tight around my body.

I would like to know if others have experienced this exact sensation.

I don’t remember it but my mother sure does. It freaked her out. I was 3 years old and we (mom dad and myself) were riding in the car and suddenly I said, “Why do you guys call me Janice?” mom told me that is what they decided to name me when I was born. I said, “My name is Lilly and
I live in a house with the stairs on the outside. I have a different mommy and daddy.” mom asked which parents I liked better and after some thought, I said, “Well, you guys are alright.”
I have also always had a strange feeling any time the Titanic is mentioned. I went to the museum of the Atlantic in Halifax and really tried to see if anything would touch me or if I would remember anything but the only thing was a little pair of red patten shoes that were found in the wreckage. They would fit about a two or three year old. I’m not sure if that touched me because of the nature of what happend to the Titanic….. would sure love to have a past life reading done to see if these things are real.

I had a strange experience with a past life being revealed. I was reading a book my sister loaned me written by a Rabbi (I am not Jewish…this life;)) about his experiences when teaching about the Jewish faith to those unfamiliar. He found he had a large number of people come up to him after each session saying they felt they were Jewish in a past life and ghey gave some phenomenal reasons why…and things they couldn’t have known, they knew. Well I got halfway through the 2nd page of this book and suddenly broke down crying. I cried and cried for so long and so hard, I couldn’t stop. Must have been well over an hour this went on. I tried to calm myself and it would start up again. I said this is ridiculous! So I called my therapist/shaman/Reiki Master who is also is a psychologist, and set up an appt. She took me through a past life regression and it all poured out…was right there on the surface. It was so moving, she was even crying! She is Jewish and did her thesis on the psychological affects of survivors of the Holocaust. During this, a part of it hit me so strong as it was part of a dream I once had that was terribly disturbing to me so I wrote it down. When I saw this, I yelled out, “Oh my God, Oh my God!”

After a time, more stuff surfaced for me and I found I needed to see her again to work out some things. Well, unexpectedly they related to the rest of what happened to me in that past life and how I died. It was horrible, to say the least. But she walked me through it very safely and carefully and brought me back. In that lifetime, I was a young girl whose father was a gentile and mother was a Jew and they were trying to hide the fact that I was half-Jewish…during Hitler’s reign. Not sure where it was, Germany or Poland…one of those two. I didn’t view it like a movie…I as IN it, I WAS her! I’ve had at least one other dream relating to this lifetime. Before this, I wasn’t sure I believed in past lives but after this, NO ONE could tell me there is no reincarnation! NO ONE! This explained so many issues in my life this lifetime as well.

Hi , i am manjeet, and i live in India, I would like to share one past life experience revealed to me in a dream.I was 14 years old,in deep slumber, i suddenly heard a war cry(in indian language:HINDI)i saw a young man pick up a sword from the wall, and then next i see a warrior sitting on a decked elephant fighting ,then suddenly,i heard`Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!i saw a head lying on the ground,with the fight going on,then i saw the fighting had stopped, the sun was setting,i saw a boy giving water to the injured,i heard a male voice ask for water…..water……water,next isee darkness and experience deep slumber,then i feel myself being pulled out by two people,I hear a strange voice speak to me,like a teacher is speaking to a student, then again i see darkness and deep slumber,next i see myself lying on a bed with two women looking at me,one old and other young, the younger one smiling at me,i woke up and firgot about the dream, much later i life ,i realised it was not a dream, but my past life, and at 36, when i lost my father, i was told by an elderly aunt, that when i was born, only my mother and grandmother(mternal) were present, made me realise who those two ladies were.

Hi! I’m Karissa. I’ve become interesed in past lives rather recently. My Memorie is still a little fuzzy but people were scared of my family for some reason (I think it was because of my father but i dont know why?). We were different than them i think that is what scared them but i was to young to know why or how we were different. My name was Timatia Mettierayandia I think. My mother had a necklace that was for me when I grew up and was responsible enough. She died when I was 6 she was killed by the people that were scared of us. My sister and I were killed not long after. Her name was Mensia. If this sounds Familar please e-mail me at Mettierayandia@gmail.com

i knoww about my 3 past life only lasy moments i died i am from india ones i died when iwas in punjab before a few minits for my merrige my sis’s huband gave me poision i died at same time and i dont have any felling for any one but trying to tell every body that it’s not sucide but no one can listen me another time my best friend killed me in a pound as before i came out from my body and i can see it but i dont have any feelig for her also after a few min i went towards sky and it was also when my brother just came after fixing my merrige and at thired time i got merried but i did’nt seen my husbband when i came with him to his house in a forest some people kidnapped me and when my husband helpd me and coming to our house they shoot me on soulder of my husband as before i have seen my body and wnet to sky
in this life beofore 4 years i meet with my husband he has changed but his eyes and voice are same but distences are there and i cant tell him abt all this

this has always scared me but since i was about 8 years old i started seeing images both in my dreams & when i was awake images of a battlefield. over the past few months i’ve seen people standing next to me but i can’t see their faces(their faces were all blured out), & since i started seeing these people in my dreams i hear the name Anoki. i didn’t worry about it i just thought it was b/c i read to meny books but about two weeks back i meet a person & as i shook her hand i passed out & had the dream but this was different in this one that girl was standing over me with a sword & in the dream she thrust the sword through my heart. there was more but it all went blury until i woke up.

Nothing so glamorous as most but I have a reoccurring dream, flashbacks from time to time and odd tendencies in taste which could be classed as vintage I suppose which I have had since early childhood. Things from the 50’s and 60’s seem very firmiluar and I am drawn to them including music and TV shows, I can actually relate.

I’m also inclined to believe this is solely a figment of my imagination but I can’t imagine why, I have gone to the extent of seeking professional help from real medical doctors not psychics or past life regressors, I come up with a clean bill of mental health every time.

The dreams and flash backs are of someone’s death somewhere from what I can tell in South East Asia, my guess is Vietnam or Korea. I see someone that isn’t me in an American military uniform, I get the feeling he is a doctor or maybe a chaplain but not “regular army”. He is a passenger in the front of a military JEEP and there is an explosion, perhaps mortar fire and the JEEP is turned upside down at which point I begin to see through this mans eyes. The man is pined under the JEEP he sees the sky, the clouds and a rather lovely tree, then everything starts to dim and fade to black. That’s it!

I have been experiencing this since I was about 1 or 2 years old, the first time I recall a flash back was when I was standing in a crib trying to escape as children do.

I have never been in the military although everyone else in my family was. When I was 18 these visions were so strong and I needed some answers. Long story short, I became a Buddhist monk for 12 years, I found answers to life, the nature of the universe and I learned to put things into prospective but alas the “visions” persist sometimes very strong.

I’m am very attached to South East Asia so attached in fact I have lived, worked and been educated in Asia most of my adult life. Don’t get me wrong this isn’t an attraction thing as in I am interested in Asian culture and just want to hang out here, my life here is normal, it flows smoothly, I have an excellent job and life is good and what one might consider normal.

I moved to Thailand and have been living here for the past 5 years and have no intention of ever leaving, I am the most comfortable I have ever been in my life and somehow it feels like I belong here, I fit right in and when I see Thai people they look normal, when I see Caucasian tourists I become uneasy (I am a white guy originally from Pennsylvania by the way).

I’m not big on metaphysical stuff, and I don’t believe in “ghosts” or “god’s”, I don’t believe anything unreal exists and as a Ch’an (Zen) Buddhist I am also inclined to think that this is it, you are born, you die and that’s, that. I am comfortable with my beliefs and I am comfortable with the idea of death being permanent (although nothing is permanent).

Anyway, I would really like to know what others think about this.

When I was a small child, i used to have dreams and visions. In the dream, I was in St Petersburg and it was during the imperial Russian time…I was all dressed up and I looked more different than I am now–I had reddish hair, green blue eyes–it scared me because I looked totally different.
My mother is a fan of Boney M and she always used to play Rasputin. I loved the song and i told my mother that I have heard of Rasputin somewhere and I asked her if he was a leader or something. My mother who doesnt know anything about world history said it was just a fictional character. Later on when I was in school, there was an article someone has written about Rasputin and i found out that he was a monk who used to cure the tsarvich Alexis. Later on, I began to fascinate about Russia–we did Russian history in school–while everyone hated it, i simply loved it because the history was set in during the period of Tsar Nicholas II rule to the revolution to communism. I began to grow an interest towards Tsar Nicholas II particularly Anastasia his youngest daughter. I have no idea why i was interested in them. I always talked about them for hours and hours to my parents. My parents have no idea why I am interested about the Russian royal family. Whenever I meet a Russian person, i would ask if they have been aristocrats and would get excited whenever i meet them.
I have no idea what it all means…some where, i may have been a Russian aristocrat…

Does anyone know a good hypnotist who can help you to forget your past/ alternate lives? I have always had lucid dreams (flash backs) of past lives and premonitions (flash forwards) of the future that came true or I could change. Small changes nothing really significant. I found the dreams somewhat helpful and amusing. After I suffered a death in my family I started meditating and began to dream alternate lives, which have been upsetting, due to the intensity of the feelings. For example in an alt. life I cared for my daughter with a different husband, but I don’t have a daughter in this life. It seems that it is fairly simple to turn the faucet on (alt./ past life dreams), but it is difficult to turn off.

Has anyone else had any alternate or future life dreams? I had one strange very real future life dream in which it seemed perhaps 100-200 years into the future long after a nuclear war and I was living in a small village in a valley in Central America. I was a medium brown girl and a light tan boys head was in my lap and as I was playing with his dark curly hair he was saying that he would work hard and buy us a house in a nice part of the valley. And that he would go to the bazaar today to buy me a ring and that he thought it was “cute” that I would not be with him unless he gave me one (since this was no longer part of the cultural norm to be given a ring.). I did not see anything else, as my past and future life dreams are normally flashes of scenes.

I am a woman this lifetime and I am not gay. But I recall being an attractive French aristocrat in the 1700’s with black hair and a mole on my upper lip. I married to a tall slender blond haired woman who grew up in my household. She was either the orphaned daughter of a poor relation or even a servant. My mother and sister were very unhappy that I married her, but were powerless to do anything about my choice. I recall dancing with my new wife in our light blue or green ballroom in front of my sister and mother who looked slightly disgusted. I also had a short dark brown voluptuous mistress who was the opposite of my wife, but I loved them both equally. Even though I had both a mistress and wife the idea of either of them being with anyone else made me extremely jealous. However, the double standard does not make any sense to me in this lifetime.

I recall another lifetime in the 1800’s in which, I was the wife of a handsome wealthy young blond man. In this lifetime I was a pretty voluptuous blond woman from a well off family and my marriage was arranged. However at first I was excited about the marriage, but from the wedding day on he was very abusive and had many mistresses. My friends were very jealous of me and because my husband treated me well in public, they did not understand why I was so unhappy. They all thought that I had the perfect life.

I also recall uneventful lifetimes in which I was poor or not special. However I do recall being a princess many times, a few are as follows:
. In ancient Egypt I recall urging the new ruler, a young dark reddish brown boy, onto the balcony to speak to a large audience of subjects and someone calling me Hepsut, my current husband remembers being my servant in this lifetime.
In another lifetime I recall marrying the prince of a country that my county was at war with at one time. However, over several generations the rulers of the two counties had intermarried, but there was still some resentment between the ex-warring families. My husband in this lifetime was very physically abusive and his family eventually sent me to live in a country house away from him.
I also remember being ruler of a county in ancient times with my husband who was also my brother?
Also if anyone is getting the impression that they are reincarnating within their family lines pls post.

I am a woman this lifetime and I am not gay. But I recall being an attractive French aristocrat in the 1700’s with black hair and a mole on my upper lip. I married to a tall slender blond haired woman who grew up in my household. She was either the orphaned daughter of a poor relation or even a servant. My mother and sister were very unhappy that I married her, but were powerless to do anything about my choice. I recall dancing with my new wife in our light blue or green ballroom in front of my sister and mother who looked slightly disgusted. I also had a short dark brown voluptuous mistress who was the opposite of my wife, but I loved them both equally. Even though I had both a mistress and wife the idea of either of them being with anyone else made me extremely jealous. However, the double standard does not make any sense to me in this lifetime.

I recall another lifetime in the 1800’s in which, I was the wife of a handsome wealthy young blond man. In this lifetime I was a pretty voluptuous blond woman from a well off family and my marriage was arranged. However at first I was excited about the marriage, but from the wedding day on he was very abusive and had many mistresses. My friends were very jealous of me and because my husband treated me well in public, they did not understand why I was so unhappy. They all thought that I had the perfect life.

I also recall uneventful lifetimes in which I was poor or not special. However I do recall being a princess many times, a few are as follows:
. In ancient Egypt I recall urging the new ruler, a young dark reddish brown boy, onto the balcony to speak to a large audience of subjects and someone calling me Hepsut, my current husband remembers being my servant in this lifetime.
In another lifetime I recall marrying the prince of a country that my county was at war with at one time. However, over several generations the rulers of the two counties had intermarried, but there was still some resentment between the ex-warring families. My husband in this lifetime was very physically abusive and his family eventually sent me to live in a country house away from him.
I also remember being ruler of a county in ancient times with my husband who was also my brother??? There was a coin with my head on one side and his on the other.
Also if anyone is getting the impression that they are reincarnating within their family lines pls post.

I know I have lived many times. I have never had any phsycic help or therapy, nor have I taken any regression courses or had dreams. I simply have memories, usually brief, yet clear memories in which I know I was remembering when I was someone else.
I have for years had flashes in my mind of sitting on a throne surrounded by candles in a dim room. I believe I was once a king. Interestingly, I have always had an obsession in part of my mind for being an absolute ruler, probably caused by being a ruler many centuries ago.
I have always been afraid of water. When I realized that it could be because I drowned in a previous life, I immediately had a memory of drowning in a river.
Also, I remember being a Persian soldier who survived the battle of Thermopides and returned to Persia. I can remember and smell a large white tent I live in and I remember having ten wives.
I remember distinct things from my last few lives. Sometime in the 1800’s I was a little girl in a wagon train. I can remember glimpses from riding across the prarie, remember the smell, and clearly remember dying at fourteen from a terrible fever. The next thing I remember is being young man in college. I remember it was early 1900’s and the most clear memory from that life is being shot in the face (and dying)by a young woman. The next life I had I believe was my most recent. I can clearly remember in the 1930’s being a six-year old girl, I think her (my) name was Maria. I remember a distinctive fire place and a large livingroom. I can clearly remember that as that six year old girl I got a very hard spanking next to that fire place-as well as getting many, many other very hard spankings. I remember Maria later marrying and becoming a grandmother. I can see exactly how she looked in my mind. Maria died in 1990, I was born this life in 1991.
Remember, I cannot be imaginig this nor is anyone putting it in my mind- these memories have come independently of any program.