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I have an obsession with the violin (which I have never learnt in this life) with very strong flashes of knowledge about how to play it - I actually ache for the feel of the instrument when it catches me unawares (when I see someone playing in the street or hear it on the radio for example). Other 'flashes' generally centre around being a man. I have always had dreams where I am a man (and I am very much female in this life).


Most oddly, I can be experiencing something whether it be a song, a meal or more often than not a new place and the thought 'you would have really liked this' pops into my mind.
 
I can relate to the violin obsession JanY! :D


Do you have any idea where you could have lived - or whom the person is you feel "would have really liked this?"
 
I think I do know who I might have been (but I feel a bit stupid writing this down - odd seeing as this forum is all about reincarnation but I just seem uncomfortable talking about this still :confused:). He was a Polish Jew who came to the UK before WW2 and died in London not long after the war. I've always been very drawn to Eastern Europe and even taught in Poland for a while when I was a student. I now live in London, not far from where he died. There was 25 years between his death and my birth - not sure what a 'standard' period of time is, if there even is one. Seeing his picture for the first time was very odd. There was a massive stab of recognition.


Would love to hear more about the violin thing from you Ailish. Were you a violinist in a previous life or are you one now?
 
Hi JanY,


Thanks for sharing. The reservations, and perhaps doubt, you have is common in all of us who've stumbled upon these past life memories. It is very normal to feel awkward in writing about them. But, for me, writing about them was exactly what I needed to do. I, like you, did it slowly and with great reservation and doubt. But seeing the words in front of me gave it greater clarity. I assure you it is safe to share on this forum, you may even get some worthwhile feedback from others who've gone that way before. Even if you are still doubtful, pen them in your own journal, privately. Read them, write them, let them out. You'll find great personal insight and healing.


Tinkerman
 
Hi JanY,


Thank you for sharing!


I personally don't believe there is any "set" period between incarnations. I know for me - I've had lives where I've reincarnated in the same year - and other times where I've had a bit longer of a "rest."


I understand it's difficult at first to share your memories - but with time - it becomes much easier to do so. Of course there are always things that feel too personal to post, so share whatever you are comfortable with! :) I look forward to hearing more.

Were you a violinist in a previous life or are you one now?
I've had a few lifetimes that I know of where the violin was very significant to me. In Scotland, both of my parents played and they taught me. Music was very important in that life. I lost my mother quite young - and after that I did not want to play anymore.


In my present life I don't play - but the longing was so strong I bought myself a violin just before Christmas. I'd like to find a good (and patient!) teacher and take a few lessons. ;)


Aili
 
I thought I would let you know Aili that you have inspired me to do something about this and I have contacted a violin teacher! I am having a trial lesson in a few weeks and will look to pursue this. Maybe this will help me find out about my possible past life as well as helping the violin cravings I seem to have.


I hope you find a suitable teacher :)
 
That's wonderful news, JanY! :D I hope you really enjoy your lesson - and I also hope you'll let us know how the experience was and if it triggered anything for you! Way to go :thumbsup:
 
Not a really a memory - a few years ago i was watching the film To Catch a Thief (Cary Grant, Grace Kelly), there was a shot of the bay in Nice(?) at night. The villas had their lights on, which made them stand out in the dark, i felt really strange and tingly and burst into tears! It somehow seemed so familiar.
 
Thanks for sharing, Anna. :) Films that really touch us are often great tools for past life discovery. :thumbsup:


Do you think it was the general atmosphere of that scene, or the bay of Nice itself that made you cry? Do you have any feelings towards France and/or the Mediterranean?


Karoliina
 
Hi Karoliina


It was the look of the bay itself, I think I would have had the same feeling if it had been Italy/Mediterranean, just something about it :)


Anna
 
Car wreck


Hi,


I have had several past life memories, usually of the day I died, the last moments of that life.


I must apologise in advance for a graphic and gruesome description, but this haunted me for most of my life. I had a hideous wreck that decapitated me. My husband was stunned when I told him about the details of that because of what I'd told him about the car. It was a black 1939 De Soto sedan. Beautiful, huge tank of a car one should feel quite safe in. Some rude guy was tailgating me (I bristle so much when people drive too close to a car I'm either driving or riding in to this day), and the light ahead at the intersection turned yellow, but then turned red immediately after (didn't stay yellow long). The guy slammed into my car, the combination of that plus me stomping on my brake caused me to fishtail out of control... completely out of control. The intersection had a large pole on a median that held the light mechanism up, instead of strung across like they are today. This was a huge steel or iron pole. It didn't budge when I slammed into it. Anyway, the guy behind had no control either. He t-boned me on my side, and I slid into the pole. I was wearing no seat belt -- I don't think the car had them. I slumped forward over the really large steering wheel, and my chest was crushed by the steering wheel. From the chest up, I was laying across the top of my hood. My head had crashed through the windscreen just enough to break it through. I was laying across the top of my hood, when the glass windscreen basically behaved as a guillotine when another car ran into the guy who had just hit me.


After I described that scene to my husband, he told me that cars of that time had no seat belts -- either they weren't put in cars yet or were optional. But what intrigued him was how the windscreen slid down like a giant glass blade. He is a classic car buff and told me that indeed in that day and age, the glass didn't "crackle" like it does today, on impact. That's why that kind of "sticky glass" was invented... because of what happened on impact years ago. He told me the technical term for this "sticky glass", but I can't remember it.


Anyway, the force of that impact caused the remaining top half of the windscreen barely still intact to slide down on my neck; between that and the force of being hit indirectly, caused my head to roll into a neighbouring field. Women were screaming.


I know that I was 28 at the time, and a rookie doctor; I was a young man in that life, an Italian-American. I had a lot going for me; good looks, brains, warmth, money, talent... and it was all gone in one horrific instant. I was on my way to play golf, to meet a colleague for lunch and a golf game. The year was about 1943; I wasn't in the service because of flat feet. I was wearing a sage green golfing vest and pale coloured golfing slacks when I died.


I had recurring nightmares of this exact death scene about twice a week from the time I was two until I was thirty-one. I couldn't seem to shake it no matter how much I prayed it would go away. I finally pushed back the fear enough to learn to drive. I usually am a pretty careful driver. The trauma is still with me, but once I acknowledged the memory as being a genuine past life death, I stopped having those horrific dreams. I still dream of other lives, but that particular one, mercifully, no longer haunts my dream world. I am still nervous riding in a car when the driver is distracted by other things. I never take my eyes from the road whether I'm a passenger or driver. The memory is too real for me.
 
I recently started having flashback memories. I had a memory of being a young African-American male around the age of 10. I don't remember much just riding my bike in a neighborhood I lived and having and older brother/elder who watched over me and offered me wise advice.


I had another one today of living near an ocean. I can remember taking back streets to get to my house that was not quite on the ocean but nearby.


I am curious about how you know that flashbacks are flashbacks. Once I began having these memories I started racking my brain to figure out what else could these be. They were not dream flashbacks nor where they actual events that I remember actually living (well not in this life anyway). They really are unexplainable oddities that do not match my current life experiences. I cannot come up with any other reasonable explanation for what they might be.


I guess I am interested in hearing about how you experience flahsbacks?
 
This is actually my granddaughters not mine, when she was two I had in her car seat and we were driving over a overpass she was looking out of her window and she said Grandma do you remember the time we were driving and we fell into the water? I could not breathe and the pretty lady came and got me to heaven. I almost wrecked!!
 
Here are a few of my random memories:


Sitting next to a big porcelain sink with silver taps, I must have only been about 3 years old and there was a girl with me who was a lot older who I felt was my sister, but she played more of a mother type role towards me. She had my face cupped in her hands and she was rubbing her nose against my nose with a huge smile on her face, lots of love felt between us.


Tugging on my sister's arm and trying to drag her outside to look at the stars with me because I was too afraid to venture outside on my own in the dark.


Being blind in my left eye, due to an illness I think. This was a strange experience.... to have both eyes open and only being able to see through one of them.


Standing in an empty room, stripped to the bare floorboards, that used to be occupied by someone very close to me, but who was no longer in my life (perhaps my sister?) feeling like my heart was going to break.


Finally, viewing a funeral cortege which could have been my own as I seemed to 'floating' above and behind it, looking down on all the people dressed in black, I don't remember feeling any kind of loss or sadness though, I was just a spectator.
 
Hiya Chris,


When you say these are random memories, does it mean you don't know yet more about this life - where and when it took place?


Karoliina
 
Hi Karoliina,


These memories all surfaced together in the same shared meditation with a friend, and they seem to tally with the lifetime that she remembers.


I couldn't get a feeling for the time period, but I did 'feel' that it was in England. My friend remembers her life... in England, in the 1880's. Her memories resonate with me, as mine do with her, but we have yet to validate this as a shared past-life together, but I don't know, I can just feel it in my heart, and so can she - :)


I think I may have had a few 'impressions' from this particular life before these memories, other than that, I don't remember any more at the moment.
 
We were living in Colorado and I had a clear view of Pikes Peak out my kitchen window but never had a desire to see Colorado Springs from the peak. One day however, we drove part of the way up and stopped at an overlook. The sign said you were looking down on the trail the Ute Indians took to their summer grounds and I just burst into tears as if my heart was broken. I never had any feelings about the Utes but I definitely was attracted to the prairie around the area. It was quite a shock to have such an intense feeling looking down on the trail.
 
Thanks for sharing, Ufoeye - that's very interesting. :)


Chris, do you think that's the same English life you remembered some bits about earlier - that we discussed?


Karoliina
 
Karoliina said:
Chris, do you think that's the same English life you remembered some bits about earlier - that we discussed?
Maybe, I'm not quite sure yet. I must be off with some of the feelings I have for the time periods because I seem to remember about 3 lives and they're all squashed into a span of about 50 years. I know it's possible I could have died young in all of them, well I did die young in at least one of them, or maybe i'm mistaking 2 lives for 3?


But yes, the time period does fit the life that we discussed earlier - :)
 
I have only one now that I can think of, which is something as small as a lightbulb bursting into shards of glass. (I have never seen such thing happenning, nor heard of, but the image came to me so clear one morning out of blue. It wasn't even an image, per se, more like the idea of that happenning. My dad, who has been working with electricity and such for a long time was baffled and said it wasn't at all common, but as I researched online I found many complaints from people, who had it happen in their homes over and over again).
 
Music tends to act as a trigger for me. When I was in my early adolescence, one of my favorite radio shows was "Thistle and Shamrock" (it still is!) which features Celtic folk music. My favorite music from that show were ballads from the Scottish Jacobite uprising of 1745. I started getting "flashbacks" of previous lives around that time. One's kind of funny ... I was walking back from the (Masonic?) lodge with my friend, who was a man in his twenties dressed in the style of the 18th century (as was I). The topic of the lodge happened to have been about reincarnation, and we were joking around and he elbowed me in the ribs and said something like, "What about you, do you believe in any of that reincarnation business?" and I said, "I don't know, but if there is such a thing may I remember this conversation in some future life!" :laugh:


And the moral of this story is: be careful what you say lightly, you might get more than you bargained for ...
 
As far as flashes from as of yet unexplored past lives. I would say that from time to time, I have a couple of scenes that keep reoccurring. One I will refrain from mentioning as it is a little graphic. In the other one I am probably 13 or 14 sitting in a garden with other young boys learning to recite the Qur’an. None of us are taking the task too seriously and there seems to be a lot of laughter. These flashes seem to be triggered when I see news reports showing middle eastern children. I cannot place the time or location, but have a feeling that it was in the distant past and that I was in a place where Arabic was used for religion but not everyday speech as I have the feeling that Arabic was not my first language.
 
I just had a flash today, which I assign to my life in the latter half of the 1500's.


It's not a life I often get memory flashes from, but the ones I get are very strong compared to my other past lives. I was a wealthy woman, divorced, but my ex-husband made sure I had enough. Since I was the mistress of the household I had a lot of freedom and things were more casual than they had been when I was married. I was quite pleased and enjoying myself.


Now, today was a very hot day in Denmark. I was outside working, wearing shorts, a tanktop and no shoes. I thought to myself how nice it was that I had the liberty to work like this and I saw the flash of me walking in the garden of my grand house. It was a hot summer's day, the garden was lush and green. I was alone, which I enjoyed, and found somewhere secluded where I was sure no one would see me. Here I sat down on a bench and lifted up my skirt so that a breeze could cool down my legs. I leaned back, rested my head on the hedge behind me, closed my eyes and felt an immense joy of being there alone and doing something I wanted to, although it would be considered vulgar if any of my servants caught me.


:)
 
JanY said:
I have an obsession with the violin (which I have never learnt in this life) with very strong flashes of knowledge about how to play it - I actually ache for the feel of the instrument when it catches me unawares (when I see someone playing in the street or hear it on the radio for example). Other 'flashes' generally centre around being a man. I have always had dreams where I am a man (and I am very much female in this life).
Most oddly, I can be experiencing something whether it be a song, a meal or more often than not a new place and the thought 'you would have really liked this' pops into my mind.
Hey, I've got that exact same thing, in somehow feeling as though I know exactly how to play a violin, even though I've never tried. Quite a few of my friends, growing up, were able to play a violin, and I really loved it - but I've unfortunately never tried to play myself...Still though, I have these flashes, every once in a while, of being able to understand exactly how to position the bow onto the violin strings. With the harp, I have an even stronger sensation of knowing how to play, and in the past when I've tried to play a harp, I've actually been able to make a very queer kind of music that seems to come from somewhere inside me. As though it's an ancient song of some kind that I'm playing from memory. I love it, and I wish I could get hold of someone's harp to mess with again one of these days...


A lot of those ''flash'' memories I have, have to do with apples, for some strange reason, as well as other fruits and vegetables, cooking, and doing other things like that. I also have memories of weaving, and spinning woolen yarn of varying thicknesses with a drop spindle, and actually feeling the ache in my right shoulder and fingers from spinning for hours on end without taking a break.
 
Raakel said:
somehow feeling as though I know exactly how to play a violin, even though I've never tried.
I have these flashes, every once in a while, of being able to understand exactly how to position the bow onto the violin strings.
I have a similar experience with a guitar. I've never taken a lesson and I don't own a guitar (though I really want to). I love music, and I commonly find myself air guitaring along with the song. Not just lead rock guitaring, but playing softer melodies as well. What's strange is I finger the specific notes to the song like I know what I'm doing, but I've never played before. It may not be from a past life. I may just be a dork air guitaring, but I did see myself in my last life singing and strumming an accoustic guitar alone in my room.
 
I've recently had a similar experience with a set of panpipes : angel


For a long time, I've always felt that I could just pick them up and play a tune, yet I've never had the opportunity to try this, so a few weeks ago I treated myself to a set. They felt very familiar in my hands, but as I tried to play them, I felt very frustrated that the notes didn't seem to come out as I intended, then I found out afterwards that every set of panpipes plays in a different key depending on the size, and I think this was why they didn't sound right to me, the pipes I recall being taught to play in my past life where much bigger than the ones I have now.


Thanks for sharing your interesting experience Sunniva :thumbsup:
 
Hey, you all should buy those instruments ...! It's yard sale season, isn't it? And you can get a cheap guitar at a pawn shop for about 50 bucks. Or how about a ukelele? :laugh:


When I was a kid it was very easy for me to pick out tunes on a piano and a pennywhistle, though I was very impatient about formal lessons (having to learn a scale, etc.) so I never progressed at it. Though I was first clarinet in a band as an adolescent, I'm still functionally illiterate when it comes to reading music. I had to hear the tune first, then I could copy it. But I can't ever remember not knowing how to play tunes by ear.
 
Thanks Sunniva for bringing this thread back up and sharing.


Now I myself have had some random PL flashes from time to time.


One remarkable PL flash was when I was hiking and camping in Calf Creek Canyon in the Escalante River area of Southern Utah several years ago. First of all in this Calf Creek Canyon is a place where people can camp and then there is this 3 miles of trail one way up to a 125 foot waterfall here in the Southern Utah Canyon Country. Nearby down canyon is the Escalante River and its canyon area. There are old Indian Ruins and Indian Rock Art all over in the area. I have been here at times off and on camping and hiking here in the Escalante Area thru the years since the mid 80's. The archeologists say it was the Anasazi and Fremont Anasazi who were onetime in the area. I Have known that I have been here in a multiple of lifetimes and both genders, way before white settlement came to the southwest, here in the Greater Escalante Area.


I do believe this happened back in early April of 2005 when I came down here to the Escalante area for a period of extended camping and hiking at the time of this experience. At first I was here in Calf Creek. I would go up the trail to a sub canyon and area off the main trail and canyon where there was an old Indian granary up in the walls. I would go up here and sit and meditate for awhile.


Well on this one day, I had gone up here to sit and meditate for awhile in the usual place on the sandstone beneath the old Indian granary. Then I got up to go back to the main trail and canyon. And as I was walking back, for one to several minutes I saw myself as an indian male in my low 30's, my hair was black and down to my shoulders in the old Hopi style, and all I had on was a brown brain tanned leather breechcloth, and brown brain tanned moccasins. And instead of seeing myself from afar, I was looking out from this former self's eyes. It lasted only a minute or two then I came back to the present reality.


Also I have flashes often whenever I get around Indian Tepees it seems in various forms of depth which usually involves seeing the village, myself and others, people doing things, etc. This can now happen quite often it seems anymore.
 
Hey, speaking again of random memories from past lives - I literally just woke up, moments ago, from such a strange dream I had, which centered on the possible second of the Biblical past lives I had!


In my dream, I was living as that young Essene woman named Salome again. It was like a short series of those memories which come like flashes. I was standing near the edge of this wide, flat river, which was glistening in the bright morning sunshine, on this slight incline that overlooked that part of the river, though it wasn't too high up. There was a large patch of reeds like bullrushes near me, which were deep green and rather lush-looking, and I was looking at some blue herons walking on the other side of the river. A couple got up and flew away, and then all of a sudden, this middle-aged man came up from behind me, put his hand on my shoulder, and said something like, ''Salome, I'm sorry, but your uncle, Joseph of Aramathea, is dead.'' And I turned around and looked at him, seeming to not quite understand at first. And then I recall that the second thought that went through my head, for some reason, right after I the news of my uncle's death finally sank in, that it would be time for me to get married soon. For some reason, Joseph of Aramathea's death meant that I'd now have to find a husband. I wish I knew why. The third thought that went through my head, proceeding marriage, was the fact that I was uncomfortably hot and thirsty.


I'm so happy that my computer was working today, so I could post this seemingly random memory before I forgot it! Now, I'm going to have to look up on Google or somewhere, if there were, or are, actually blue herons living in ancient Israel. I don't think that the birds I saw in my dream were even ibises, but real herons. They were a dusty, almost bleak shade of gray-blue. And Joseph of Aramathea? He was Jesus' uncle too, wasn't it? :confused: I've never even given that man that much thought before, but why would I have suddenly dreamed about him? Could I have actually known such a famous person in the past life in which I was Salome?
 
Hi Raakel!


Thank you for sharing your dream with us!


I'm curious as to how you experienced those moments - in your dream, that is. You described your thoughts accurately, but I would love to hear about your emotions ;) . Did you feel - detached? Overwhelmed by the news of the death of your close relative?


Have you had any other insights into this possible PL of yours?
 
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