It is so interesting I think to read everything on this forum, especially people's experienced past life memories. I never get tired of it. Now, I'd like to tell you about my own experience: I was very young when I remember that my mother was not my mother. That is - not the mother that I remember having from before. I am from Sweden so here we say "Mamma" (Mother). Very similar to "Mama" in Italy. My mother would say that I refused to call her "Mamma" for a long time, and that I rejected her in a lot of ways and she could not figure out why. It was because the mother I remembered as my mother was another woman; a woman from Italy. When I was a bit older I would ask my family if they had stolen me, and I would run away from home. The silly thing is my family was very kind to me, I was spoiled and everything. There was no reason that we knew off why I would behave in such a way. When I began school I was angry that a girl in my class was named Anna - because that was "my" name (only it wasn't, not in this current life that is ; ) My parents tried to blame imagination and my young age. They were not familiar with reincarnation. Also it was as if my head remembered a male voice in my head. That was Vito. Anna's husband. So all of a sudden I would remember fragments of conversation, or him simply calling for her "Anna! Anna!" as if he was in the other room watching television, the news, and wanted her to join him. When I told my parents about the voice in my head - they tried to look calm, but they were freaked out on the inside. My father, strict, tried to ask me "What does it want?", my reply was something in the line with "Ah, he always wants something". By now my mother tried to tell my father that they should contact a psychiatrist, he refused - thinking I would outgrow it. He was afraid that his otherwise normal functioning daughter would get branded. And I almost did. I was ready to disregard any of this as fantasies of some sort. Only then, one summer - I was in Italy on vacation. The minute I heard the language spoken, saw the Italians, visited Rome - I recognized myself. Only I had not been there before. It was both a slap in the face and a welcome-back-sign all at once. Then suddenly I became very serious, and telling my mother I wanted to leave. I wasn't happy there, I said. I would feel Anna's emotions and it was too heavy and frightening for a child to feel. Feelings of depression. I also remembered bits from World War II, not much - but enough to wanting to close that door for good. When I told my mother of the things I had seen from World War II on the streets of Rome - she tried to tell me it wasn't true. Non of that had happened she said, at least she thought she would have heard, read about it. Then after some research she did on her own she one day told me I had been right, but how did I know? I certainly had no interest in World War II, the opposite. So then some years passed and then I was visiting America. Same thing happened, only in a different way. I recognized myself. Being older I was now really strict with myself - telling myself that it was all in my head. I had seen this from somewhere, probably from some movie etc, etc. Then as an adult I visited Grand Canaria with my husband and same thing happened. I remember Anna having been there on vacation, playing on the beach with one of her children who did not want to leave. I did not tell my husband. I feared he would just think I was crazy. When I watched "The Godfather" I would recognize things from Anna's life. Her husband Vito would wear a small ring. The cross that both men and female would wear around their neck. The women in the black dresses and haircuts. The movements her husband would make with his hands. The direct attitude. Her husband never being afraid of showing physical tenderness; kissing her on the back of her head, or the cheek, taking his hand under her chin or on her waist. The feeling that you grew up in a group, you were part of a group; and this group (family) would always be there for you. If one person could not help you with something, another one could. That dinner time was important and there were all types of food that you could choose from. The little wine glasses that one could pour red wine into. That when you laughed - you truly laughed. Also that Anna was like me. She would keep secrets no matter what. People trusted her. She had close relationships. When I saw another movie, of actor Richard Grieco - I was hit by his eyes. He had the same eyes as I remember Anna's husband Vito having (but as for the rest they did not look alike at all). So I remember that Anna lived in Rome. When still a teenager she met Vito - her future husband. He was what they call an Italian-American. In the military. He would come and go. The connection between them was crazy - everything was so alive. They had the same kind of humor, and once he found that out - he would only have to give her a certain look to make her smile. She was shy around him too. His eyes just kind of owned her. Where ever she was - and he was with her, she could feel his eyes on her. They lived in the US, had to move around quite a bit and travel a lot. Coming to America was kind of a shock; things were so different and she had to train hard to learn the language. Vito had family in Brooklyn so I have lots of memories from there; his family, driving on the Brooklyn bridge at night, when it was winter there - wrapped up in a fur, and in the summer on the beach. Remember a favorite cafe in Brooklyn, the Italian neighborhood. Once Vito and she had had a fight, and that was where they met again to sit down and talk - as if this was neutral ground. When she became a mother her husband had to stay away sometimes long periods. It felt as if she lived two lives; one as a single mom and the other as a wife. She missed Italy. I think her marriage were at times very troubled. As if there was this rule that her husband had to have the last word, was the one to decide; and if she kept pushing that he was in his right to punish her. So because she did not want him to do that, and he did not want to do that either - she accepted, and then withdrew. For me to try to explain these kind of emotions is hard - because I was not raised this way and did not watch this between my parents or anyone else. It was as if Anna felt shame; shame that she had pushed her husband to this limit and he was giving her one last warning. As if then she wasn't a good wife (never mind that he was walking all over her, being dominant with his strong will). One time they were caught in this emotional fight and she could not stop herself. Then - he slapped her, one time. Everything stopped. I don't think they looked at violence the same as they do today. It was also as if you were a female you were suppose to do this or be like this. Just this norm. This demand. It was not so much about free will. It was just different times, I suppose. I remember another time when her husband took her hand and tried to make her slap him, but she refused, and he was very sad - as if he thought that if she did this - then they were even. I remember that her mother saw Anna's face, after Vito had slapped her, and as the three of them tried to talk about it - Vito explaining why he had done it; her mother was cold and told him she regretted ever allowing him to marry her daughter. I could feel Anna's love, but also her fear of her husband and his bad temper. It just stole energy from her. She grieved that she could never be as close to him as to the other people in her life. It was a big disappointment. And it was as if he could not understand it. He had "brothers" in shape of friends that were Italian-Americans, that were Jewish, that were colored etc, and they were all so nice to her, as well as their girlfriends and wives. They were just wonderful people - and I miss them too. I know one time one of his friends warned her that Vito was in an terrible mood, as if he was looking out for her and he did not want Anna to be alone with him once Vito arrived home. When Vito wasn't angry he was this handsome, charming man. The memories that I have of her family I treasure so much. Remembering what they looked like and were. A few people from Anna's life has re-emerged in my own current life or they are at least very much alike them. My husband reminds me very much of someone in her past life, but I can't talk to him about reincarnation either. My memories from a life as Anna ends in the 1970's. I remember that her heart just started to beat irregularly to then stop completely, and that she died at home whilst her husband was on the phone. Her life ended most unexpectedly. I remember being in a state of shock, thinking I can't die now. Anna's mother was still alive and needed her, Anna's children were still young. In the 1960's Anna had been on some strange diet pills that just got her hooked - and she lost her mind there for a period trying to get off them. So she was very thin there for some years. I don't know if it was that - that stressed the heart and the rest of the body. She had gained weight after, was normal; got her curves back around the time she died. Anyhow, that's it. Maybe not so much an exciting life story, but these are some of the things I remember. Does any of this make sense to you guys? Vito would wear a pinky ring like the one above. I remember Anna going off her mind if she could not get her pills.