posted June 09, 2004 09:54 PM         

What I think some of my past lives were:

1- An egyptian temple servant around the second dynasty (2856 - 2730 BC). I've always felt particularly drawn to that period of egyptian history, and after I read sources on it, I got this feeling of deja vu, so there you have it. Plus, it would have been really cool! (Female)

2- WW2 German officer, probably involved directly with some concentration camp or at least the ghetto. And no, this was NOT a lifetime where I was a nice person. Still have a lot of lessons to learn from that. Don't ask. (Male)

3- In Ireland during the potato famine and I died. I had this really vivid dream when I was 13 about being in Ireland (I spoke with an Irish accent in my dream and I was male) and my entire family was starving. In my dream I was probably around 10 or 11 years old. It was very depressing. I didn't even know anything about the potato famine or the fact that Ireland had ever had a famine (I know I know, my world hsitory skills...) so I think I was alive then and died during it.

4- A higher order Monk in the far-east of Asia, probably in the region of Burma shortly after the death of Buddha. When we moved to the far-east, I found that I knew a most of the prayer rituals (even the complex ones) although I had never encountered them before, and was able to explain them to my mother much to her (and my own!) surprise. She thought I had learnt about them at school or something!!! Why do I think this was shortly after Buddha's death? Because when I think of Buddha, I get this feeling of immense loss and sadness, like I PERSONALLY lost him or something. (Male)

I also think I was male in most of my past lives although I am a female in this one. Don't ask me why, it's just a feeling I have

posted June 09, 2004 10:34 PM         

Don't worry though, I am a very nice person in this lifetime. Maybe to make up for the fact.

I think I was because every time anything about the holocaust comes up, I feel horribly guilty and responsible, and I am faaar from anything resembling german in this lifetime I think I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be black or white, so I compensated with a nice brown colour. Thank that indecisive Libra ascendant

posted June 10, 2004 04:51 AM         

So far, all I've been told by a is I have been on a battlefield, in a time when bows and arrows are used. I was a tall, blonde female then.. Narrows it down, eh! I was also 'seen' with an ex-boyfriend in a previous life taking my hand to help me step down from a carraige (1800's kinda time) to arrive onto 'my estate?' - Wish I had it now!! I have always been facinated with anything victoriana - large country houses, beautiful furniture, the dresses.. apparently my name was Marianne, and his was Nigel. I've always adored the name Maria. I feel strange links with the war too.. but I can only guess from feeling, really want to find out more.

Sure I'll let you know when I do!

posted June 10, 2004 06:32 AM         

I went to a well reputed psychic. Unless you Know or trust the therapist it'll probably be better to go along with a well known organisation. I have found a couple on the web although it depends on whereabouts you live.
http://www.momenta.co.uk/past.htm

http://www.thepowerofpossibilities.com/past_life_regression_power_of_po.htm

Good luck, since I'm on the same search too - I shall let you know if I find something reputable - ideally a wise holyman like Gia!

Any knowflakes got any advice, we'd appreciate it!

posted June 10, 2004 12:18 PM           

I'm pretty sure I drowned.
A large ship went down in waters with sharks. Many were eaten. When I think about this, I have an intense fear for everything below the water. I can't see there, it's dark. It was so cold. I feel like I won't ever be warm again; it sinks into me so that I've never felt anything but cold. I fear for my feet and legs. Some others are bobbing. I didn't die that way, but drowned. I was thankful.
I've always had bits of this float up, but when I was 19 I had the dream in full ending with my drowning (I woke up not being able to breathe). Since then, it hasn't bothered me as much.
Still scared to H*ll of sharks, though.

posted June 10, 2004 12:46 PM         

I have a fear of drowning too. With people who don't believe in past lives, it's easy to mock and say you can't put every small fear down to something that happened in a past life, but this isn't. I love water, but I've never been a strong swimmer - so intensly afraid of being submerged and not breathing, even in the bath sometimes - have a panic about my chest burning from lack of air - feel like if I did drown in a previous life, it would have been as a small child.

Oh just remembered a 'dream' when I was a little ragamuffin. It was very detailed, I was a small girl in a edwardian/victorian style maasssssive kitchen. I seemed to be seeing it from a viewpoint of being about 3foot tall! There was an 'elderly' buxom lady in an old stlye heavy cotton dress with an overall and pinafore over the top and I remember staying mostly in this one end of the kitchen near the sink, like it was in a wing or something. Anyway, all that I recall is bein yelled at alot and she used to hold a rolling pin whilst doing this, wagging it like it was a finger. Then she used to lock me in a cupboard, right behind me, then I'd wake up.. it was so clear I thought it may be a past life.

People say children are all knowing, and it's best to ask them at a young age where they lived 'before' since their third eye hasn't shut. Studies show how they come out with some remarkable places they couldn't possibly have been or heard of.

How do you guys feel about going to see someone about PLR?

posted June 10, 2004 01:00 PM         

When I free up a little time later today I'll write about it...

posted June 10, 2004 01:10 PM         

Off homeski now,

Nite!

posted June 10, 2004 03:15 PM           

I also think that I spent some time in a temple in southern China; at one in particular, the Temple of the Monkey or something similar, I felt an instant familiarity and ease. A great sense of peace decended on me when I was there and I had the rather interesting experience of feeling as if I expanded beyond my body when I leaned up against a pillar and closed my eyes. It was a warm sensation, and I could just feel myself getting "bigger" (if that makes any sense). When my professor quasi-scolded me, pulling me away from it, for what I guess he thought to be my inattention, I turned around to lock eyes with an older woman who was kneeling, pulling weeds up from in between the slabs of stone that made up ground. She had been watching me, and she gave me a gentle, knowing smile.

London was another place at which I felt at home - more so than any place up to that point (the summer of '99). I found that I could find my way back from wherever I wandered, and I delighted in the older architecture there.
The new stuff (post WWII), though, made me want to vomit. I had a visceral, negative reaction to it. Everywhere I went, I said, "Ohgawd, no! What were they thinking here?! This is hideous!"
Much of England in general held the same feelings for me.

I had something to do with World War II.
I have a negative, gut reaction to Nazism, though - like you, alchemiest - I have the feeling that I was affiliated with them in some way. I can't describe it any more than that. I also can pronounce German like a native (acc'd to my old prof) with ease after very little practice, even though I have some sort of internal barrier against really learning it. There's a similar situation with mathematics. I can understand the theories and implications behind it, but I transpose numbers and generally find myself in a sudden cloud of confusion as soon as I see numbers en masse. It's like they'll start to gel of their own accord, almost speaking to me in and of themselves, and then a steel barrier comes slamming down. I'm not supposed to work with them this time. Something went wrong before.
There's no real reason I should associate that with WWII, I just do.

Um, what else, what else...?
A while back this lexi came up from a combo of my and my husband's names:

WE DANCED.
WE DANCED IN THE DESERT AT T' SIDE O' THE SON;
WE DANCED IN WIST ON T' STONES AND STREAMS
AND IN STRAIN AT T' PORTS AND PIERS.

WE SAW WONDERS IN T' EAST AND IN T' WEST -
JADE AS DREAD PIRATES, ACES IN RAIDS.
AS JAINS, SAID TRANCES IN T' DARK -
WE, TASKED TO AIDE AND TRAIN.

NEAR AND DEAR AS TOP-RATED RIDERS,
WE RODE TO RACE T' WIND AND WAR.
WE SAW THE PRICE O' PRIDE.
WE PARTED IN T' RACE, IN TEARS AS TORN;
WE CRIED AS WE DANCED APART.

NOW WE ARE SENT TO SOW AND TO REAP,
TO KNOW AND TO LEAD,
DRAW EARS TO JEST AND JOKES -
RE-NEW T' JADED, WATER T' SICK.

WE'RE WED TO PARTNER IN T' TASK -
WE DANCE AS ONE.
NO TEARS NOW -
WE DANCE AS ONE AS WANTED -
NOT PARTED,
ONE PERSON

It seemed to me, while writing it, that it was us addressing each other.
So...whatever you want to take from that.

Oh, and a while back I had a wee past life regression. It was with a few people, all of us new to it, and the lady who was leading led us into a "pleasant memory".
Mine was of me as a large, stout man atop a hill. I was wearing a kilt. It was clammy and a little cloudy, but seemed a nice day to me. Very green. I looked down to see my thick, hair covered legs. I was happy because I knew that I was home after a time away. I was looking for something - ah, and I saw what I sought. A woman holding a small child with a slightly older one beside her. When I saw them, an intense and fiercely protective - and more than a little bit possessive - love welled inside me. It's hard to explain. It was like, "These are mine - mine to protect from all that might harm, mine to love." It felt like an awesome but welcome responsibility. The child saw me and began an awkward, short-limbed run. The lady looked up from him, smiling at me. I could feel my face ache from smiling. The boy reached me first, and then she and the small one. We all hugged and kissed, laughing with relief. It's such a warm memory.
I began telling that to Jase, my husband, one time. I got as far as, "There was this woman..." and he said something like, "That was me!" The instant before he made that proclamation, I felt the same thing, that it must have been him.

Also, when I was a teenager I tried this excercise I had heard about. I sat in a dark room with a candle beneath my face while looking into a mirror and asked, "Show me those lives that I have lived from which I can draw strength."
I fully expected nothing to happen...it did sound kinda hokey...but after a short time the reflection of my face began to morph' though as soon as I tried to definitely focus on it, it would dissolve back into its present form. I saw a man I knew to be a slave in the Roman period. His hair seemed rough cut with a dull knife, and he had multiple, slashing scars across his face - he had gotten them as punishment after an escape attempt. After returning to normal, my face then smoothed, shortened, and rounded, growing much darker and framed by a black-haired bowl cut. I knew him to be an Amazonian native. Another face appeared, much longer, very strong and severe, darker than me and weathered by time and the elements. He had a scar along a cheek...or both...I can't remember now. He had long, braided, dark hair (which was especially odd for me to see since I had a boy-cut at the time). He had kind and yet unapproachable eyes. I knew him to be American Indian, from the Plains, I think - though I don't know more than that.

posted June 10, 2004 03:39 PM         

The other day my daughter ( three) said to me.."Remember when I had a little brother?" I said.. oh, why don't you tell me about it? She said she had a little brother, I asked her how old she was.. she said "Five"
I asked her what her name was.. She said "bawalilly" or something like that... I found it a strange name, and repeated it back to her, she repeated it several times, the same way, so she wasn't making it up, and was adamant that it was the right name. ( You know that impatience toddelers get when they are right about something.. they look at you as if you're daft, and insist on things...) So I relented, and then, asked her what colour her skin was, as it was a strange name, I figured different culture...
She said "My skin is brown."
Aha!
She had mentioned it before, but that's all I could get out of her this time. I try not to lead her, but I am curious.

posted June 10, 2004 04:11 PM         

I can't believe you had a fear of drowning too. I had nightmares from the age of six or seven. Always the same exact dream. Some kind of dam project I designed going very wrong. I know it was me and that it was my design because I watched myself drawing out the plans. When the dam started filling up with water, I noticed a flaws in my project and panicked. I tried to warn them. They refused to listen to me. I became responsible for the drowing of many of my own workers. I drowned trying to save them.

I had an irrepressible fear of water. The thought of going into a pool, or for a paddle in the sea would petrify me.

I only learned to swim at the age of twenty five. I'd tried lessons, hypnosis, regression, anything I could think of. I went from one teacher, to another, over and over. I spent thousands and nothing worked. I was still afraid of water and not just for me either. I'd panic at perfect strangers on a beach going into the water. I sit and try and watch them all at once. Totally afraid to take my eyes off them for a second. Can you imagine how exhausting and that was? I hated the beach. I felt responsible for everyone on it.

I was always the one left behind, sitting in a boat, or by myself under a parasol. It was shameful to me, caused no end of embarrasment, and made me feel cowardly and pathetic.

Then something weird happened. I simply woke up one morning and decided I would have no more 'pathetic' in my life. I prepared my will - just in case. Then I trotted off to the pool. I was so afraid, it took me an hour just to put my foot in the shallow end. I told God how tired of it I was. Then I summoned something from goodness only knows where, and let go. I was so surprised that I stayed afloat. I didn't even swim with arm bands on before that, or a rubber ring. I never let go of the bars, or anything, or anybody. I'd hold on for dear life.

Now I swim quite well. Though I hate dams. Hate them! Hate them! Can't even bear to drive past one. Funny thing is my hubby is an engineer and was partly responsible for one of the largest dam projects in the world. Makes me ill thinking about it.

posted June 10, 2004 08:10 PM         

Masculine are Air and Fire signs. Fem of course would be Earth and Water.

posted June 10, 2004 08:44 PM         

I fear fire taking my loved ones and have actually left the job to rush home to make sure everyone is safe.

juniperb

posted June 11, 2004 08:38 AM         

I feel kinda emotional reading everyone's entries, like the feelings / experience come through in the way you described it. You know, like proxieme and pixie, I too feel I have been mostly male in my past lives! I tend to think like a guy sometimes and feel more comfortable around them, like they're a natural choice for best friends. TNK & Trillian may be right, think I was female in the last one though. I find it really difficult getting close to females sometimes. Some have said it's the being brought up by my dad thing, but it goes deeper than that!

proxieme, your recollection is amazing I know I will find my other lives, but I am currently sifting through 'taught' memory and real emotional memory at the mo. So difficult to decipher, that's why I know the drowning / 1800's memories are real lives since they come with emotion. I will try the candle thing too methinks! Beautiful lexi by the way

pixie lucky you on - two counts!! I'd love to have children and can't wait for magical nuggets of knowledge to manifest. What they say is so funny and true, especially with the serious expressions they do!

Gia - commendable you recovered from your fear. The drowning thing - I knew there was more to come! Your life as designer for the ship's plans - that could be a well known thing, have you looked into the history of such events with dams? I guess it may be weird though if you rediscover yourself in this life, maybe?

Juniperb that's a real sad memory, I have one about fire too that confuses me. Guess I need some assistance with someone who can regress me properly. Always feel that I could never be hypnotised or regressed tho' since I feel to aware?