From the article: Past Life Memories
Share Post: It can be surprising to discover that you once lived as a nun, a monk, or a prostitute. Have you ever experienced past life recall? Please share your past life memory. Who were you? Also, how did you remember your previous lifetime, through a dream, hypnosis, meditation, revealed by a psychic, or some other way? Share Your Past Life
Victorian Past Life
- I have always had a fascination with anything Victorian. I sometimes find myself saying I want to go back!
- —Guest veronica
Egyptian Isian priestess
- I've had vivid memories/dreams of being a priestess of Isis, clothed in sheer white, participating on the sidelines of a ritual. I feel that I was holding a goblet filled with wine. As I look out across the large open room, I see the head priestess performing the ceremony up front and rows of worshippers.
- —Guest koneko
I was full blood Italian
- Instead of 1/4 Italian. I visited a woman in her upstair apartment(or whatever you would call it in the 1800s). I was so in love with her. She was tall, lean, tan and flawless. Long wavy hair, that I loved touching. I told her she was beautiful all the time. I believe she died in a fire, because anytime I dream or think of her or Italy, I see a lot of her things (including walls) are burnt or covered in ashes. I believe being Italian in my past life has made me tired of eating pasta. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always said(and still do) "I have eaten enought pasta in my lifetime" Certain italian things are very familar to me. Some traditions,certain woulds I would say before I knew what they were. I have been spending months and months searching for the woman I was so inlove with then. No luck though..
- —Guest Amore
American soldier in Vietnam/Cambodia?
- I had a vivid recall of a past life as a young American soldier in the Vietnam Conflict. In my current life, around age 7 (born 10/19/1968), I went into a trance-like state and saw myself as a special forces soldier on a reconaissance mission deep in enemy territory, somewhere in Cambodia. I was part of a small detachment of 5 or 6 men, and our mission was to take inventory of enemy supply routes that North Vietnam was using through Cambodia to attack South Vietnam. Our unit was discovered, and we were ambushed in a daytime firefight. I was the lone survivor-I took the radio off the back of a dead comrade and ran. I ran for miles past rice paddies, old stone Buddhist shrines and temples, knowing the enemy was close behind. I found and entered a two-story cinderblock building. I ran upstairs and hid behind some wooden crates. Frantically, I radioed for extraction. An army helicopter with a skull insignia hovered nearby, but was repelled by enemy fire. I was shot and killed at the site.
- —robfromorlando
Ancient Mongolian Past Life
- I lived in Mongolia in about the year 1100 BC. I was a boy born with a terrible genetic disease that caused me to be severely deformed. I was unable to walk, but was carried around on the back of a horse. I had a nice family who worried about me. We all lived in a big round hut together. We wore colorful clothes. No one was ever mean to me, but I always felt self-conscious of my body. I had a fear of people looking at me because I thought they were judging me. I died from my disease when I was about 20. I felt that the lesson I learned from that life is that all souls are perfect and beautiful despite the body that houses them. In my current life I had a habit as a child of getting very upset when people would look at me because I thought they were judging me. As a child I also was quite compassionate and patient with children with disabilities and still am.
- —Guest Hana
Lived during biblical times - saw Jesus
- I had a dream I was walking on a dirt road to the market square. It was sunny outside. I was 22 or 23. I was a woman with long dark hair. I had on a linen flowing gown underneath with a wool cloak and headscarf. I had on sandals. I was carrying my son who was 6 or 7. There was something wrong with his legs. (Later I realized it may have been polio and this was my friend Suzi in this life - someone I always feel I need to take care of.) I had 6 children. My son and I sat on a hill to eat lunch. There was a commotion about 40 feet away as people started to gather. A man came and began speaking about life and loving each other. He was about 30 and had a light about him that was fascinating to view. I felt very close to him and like my life had changed just by hearing him. I felt great joy and no longer tired. I knew he had changed my life. (I know now this was Jesus.) In this life I have a faith that has always been "just there." I feel close to Jesus today as though I have seen him.
- —WinB
16th Century Young Nun in France
- I had a very vivid dream about 20 years ago. In the dream I was sleeping and woke up in a small room with stone walls and a large old wood door. The bed was a coarse dark material stuffed with leaves and such. In the room was a small table with a pitcher/bowl made of pottery. There was a metal shield on the wall for a mirror. I was about 17 with long dark hair, thin and pretty. I had on a long dark heavy dress. It was quite cold. I realized I was in a convent and was a nun. I had come when I was 14 or 15. I felt very lonely,isolated and sad. I was in France in the 1500s I felt. I knew my sister was coming to visit me today. I rarely saw her. She was a prostitute and I was jealous of her freedom even though I judged her harshly. We were so different. I realized that I did not get along with my twin sister in this life also because we were just so different. I realized I felt the same isolation in this life somewhat. I have flashbacks to living in that convent when awake now too.
- —WinB
Past Lives = Future Fiction
- My speculative epic, the Green Stone of Healing(R) series, is a fictonalized memoire of two of my past lives. Writing it has helped transform and heal not only my life, but the lives of my partner and our closest friend, both of whom shared portions of these two past lives with me. Many years ago, my guides told me that past lives would be a great source of ideas for fiction. I just didn't know at the time that they were referring to my own past lives. I believe authors like Anya Seton and Taylor Caldwell also wrote from their own past-life memories, even if they did not discuss it openly. Their descrptions of ancient times and places are so vivid they are more like memories than mere imaginative story-telling.
- —Guest C.L. Talmadge
I was a Native American
- I had a dream and in this dream, I went through this tunnel of different color lights. It looked like I was in outer space traveling through different galaxies or something. Finally, I reached my designation and it was a forest-South America or another place. I walked and walked until I came up on a village. A warrior I guess recognized me and ran into a tent. People about me bowed with their heads to the ground and I didn't know why. However, I looked at myself and I didn't look like I look now. My hair was longer and straighter, my skin was smooth like butter-caramel color, I was approximately 5'8" inches tall and I was able to speak to them in their native tongue. The next thing I knew, an elder man came out of the tent and he hugged me and told me in the native tongue, welcome home daughter. I was in shock! I jumped back and once again found myself talking in a language I don't speak in this life. Suddenly, he told me that I was his daughter-Princess.
- —Guest Santeria Banks-Barksdale
Dreams
- I've been having this recurring dream. I was lying down on a stone table. In a very large room that looked as if it was a cave. There were candles everywhere and there were men chanting something over me. There were drawings on the walls and I was wearing clothes that I think were Egyptian. These men yank me off of the table and escort me to a room where I found a mirror and all I did was sit there and cry. They came back after I had changed my clothes. No one would even look at me. But I knew what I was suppose to do but I felt as if I didn't want to do it. I took off running out of the cave and they started to chase me. Then I feel like I'm falling. I wake up and I'm trying to grab the air. It's like I'm trying to grab something in the dream to keep me from falling but in real life there isn't anything to grab. I even wake up crying sometimes. Every night the dream becomes more detailed and my dreams have been getting longer. I do not know if I'm starting to remember my past life.
- —DG15
Medicine Woman
- I was told by a well known psychic in my city that she saw me as a medicine woman in a past life. She saw me drawing something in the earth with my hands. Then she mentioned seeing vivid colors about me "wizard" colors she called them. Perhaps that explains my childhood tendencies to reach for troubled clouds just before a thunderstorm and uttering "gibberish" Latin in some effort that made me feel like I was controlling the weather... and as an adult, my intense desire to learn all that I can about healing, shamanism and native American ways.
- —Guest Laurie
Past Life Regressions
- I have done this twice so far. In my first regression, I was traveling west with my parents when they both died from a fever and left me alone on an abandoned farm. I was about 12. I lived there for the remainder of my life with a dog and a cow, with Indians in the nearby hills helping me survive. I was not accepted in the nearby town, considered a "witch", but people came in wagons to get willow bark tonic and other remedies from me in exchange for other staples. I remember looking down at a long dress and bare feet in the grass. Throughout my life, I barely spoke, and lived a solitary existence. I saw my death in the run-down cabin, with snow outside the window and my dog at my feet as I rocked in my chair. In my second regression, I worked my way down slippery rocks somewhere in the British Isles to come to America to find my husband(?) but died in the hold of the ship. These experiences gave me insight into my current state of isolation, bad relationships and loneliness.
- —Karen1951
Recurring Dream
- I had a recurring dream for over 50 years that I had traveled the plains in the back of a covered wagon. One day we were going through the high grasses on a knoll and were attacked by Indians. I remember falling out of the wagon and hitting my head and injuring my back on some big rock. Years later I had an accident, broke my neck and back, but from that day on the dream has never come back to me. I wonder if paying attention to that dream might have prevented me from the later accident that occurred. Was the dream trying to tell me something?
- —Guest jeannette1940
Past Lives Affect us NOW
- The best book I've read about past lives is Remarkable Healings by Dr. Modi. I've learned from the experiences and examples in this book a few things that we can bring to THIS LIFE from past ones: - Phobias, fears and traumas that affect how we behave - Many physical chronic ailments (chronic unexplainable headaches or neck pain? Maybe you were hanged or decapitated in a past life)...most all can be eliminated by hypnosis in realizing how we previously died. - Karmic influences/cycles - We may be harboring attaching spirits of others. I wish I could go more into detail here, all I can say is this book changed my life. It addresses many spiritual aspects, things on spirits, angels, demons, and that Hell, is in fact REAL and highly organized! These are the reports all coming from this doctors clientele. AMAZING STUFF! I feel truly blessed for having found this book. We choose this life & come back to learn lessons & "fix" ourselves. We are, perhaps, our own harshest judge!
- —Guest LaurenX
Courtezan / Priest
- I had a respected psychic share my past lives with me. The most vivid recollections she had were of me as a courtezan in the old century wigs and big gowns. I was very "proud" of myself, and married an older gentleman who took care of me. I never had any children and loved my life. In the other I was a ladies man, but unfortunate circumstances with a horse accident rendered me unable to create children, therefor I felt no longer a man and became a priest who loved his gardens, herbs and quiet life. In another, less vivid recollection; I was a healer of some type using medicinal herbs, etc. Not sure what century. All 3 of these make perfect sense as to what I love to do in this life and what feels "right" to me.
- —Guest Marilyn
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