Past Life Flashbacks - Various Members

Chanting dream...

Dream:

A group of people in a cave (?) or perhaps a carved tomb. It's dark with stone walls. There are corridors that branch off and torchlight in a wall sconce type holder.

They are chanting...repetitively:

Sounds like:

Caress Mat (?)
Charis Maht (?)
Karas Maat (?)

I want to say it's Egypt.

Sounds interesting, Mousie!

Have you seen any Egyptian past lives before? Anything that could possibly connect this experience with another one? Do you recall anything about what the other people were wearing?

I've heard chanting in my past life memories and I was able to find an actual translation for the words -- which was a great validation for me since the translation fit the moment in the memory.

You may want to try and find a translation, or language of origin. That can help enormously in giving you clues. I can try to help you, if you like.

Keep us posted!

Ailish

I've tracked down four possibilities for the word: Karas.

1. To Kares means to embalm, anoint, to make the Mummy as a type of the eternal; and, when made, it was called the Karest. (This is an egyptian based esoteric definition).

2. Kares. (Divinely imposed premature death) (This is an ancient Hebrew definition).

3. Caria (Greek " kares /karikoi ") was a region of Asia Minor -

4. 18th dynasty Egypt. Karas (a person) was a steward to Ahhotpe, Ta'o II's queen.


I'd be inclined to dismiss #3 off the top. #4 would only work if the chant were about that person (perhaps his funeral rites?)

#1 and #2 seem the strongest possibilities given the term "Maat or Maht" which was also used in the dream. #1 is more clearly Egyptian. However, due to cross culture definition #2 can't be dismissed out of hand.

I have had one other Egypt themed dream several years ago. It began as a regular dream and then switched to a lucid type of dream. It had to do (generally) with a spell to raise the dead.

I don't generally keep a dream journal. I have a fairly good memory for details long term.

--Mousie

Multiple memories...

Since I was born I have had repeated 'memories' of different situations/events/people.

1. My earliest memory is that of a very dark gothic type castle or church, very old and very scary! - it was night-time and very wet and stormy and I was trying to find a way inside and couldn't (it was very remeniscent of the H.R Giger type paintings - lots of black ironwork, stone gargoyles and heavy wooden doors etc) I have a feeling it was the 'family home'. I have a feeling that it could have been Austrian or east german. I have always been very drawn to visit Austria, but also feel that I was a member of some wealthy (royal) family?

2. This memory is also one of the first 'flashbacks' that I had and will link into the next memory listed (3)..

I see myself either on a small boat (a small teak - wood cabin-cruiser is strong in my mind), or alternatively swimming in the sea looking at a number of coastal buildings (in daytime). I have a feeling that it's somewhere on the Cuban or south-american coastline and I am looking at a nightclub frontage specifically (When I first heard the Barry Manilow song 'Copa Cabana' it sent a shiver up my spine as it instantly triggered this memory again!). I normally get another couple of memories linked to this one - one where I am driving a large american car - very expensive, with lots of chrome and red leather interior, and running boards along the side (its a convertable), and also that I am wearing the sort of light-brown coloured uniform of an american serviceman, with brown shoes and a brown belt. I know I am wearing a tie that is tucked into my shirt half-way up and I feel that I have a hat on too. I also strongly feel that the era was the late 1930's or early 1940's.
Associated too is another memory of my lying on a bed or table in a room - it is afternoon, very hot and humid and a wooden ceiling fan is slowly turning overhead. There are wooden venetian blinds on the windows, and through them I can see large buildings such as those in chicago or New York and I am conscious of the sounds of cars and people outside - with the occasional horn sounding. Again, the 1930's or 1940's time scales seems to be the feeling I get.

3. I am in a fighter plane/bomber and diving towards a ship in the ocean. There is lots of flack and bullets coming up to meet me and I am just heading down faster and faster and firing my guns as I go...

I feel an affinity whenever I hear anything about the battle of Midway in WWII - so I wonder if this is possibly related to the american pilots attacking the Japanese carriers and destroyers?

4. I am sitting in a grass clearing in the jungle with my family. All around are small family groups and each are making different things - weaving baskets or making jewellery etc. It is very hot, and I look at my family with both pride and love. In the distance, there is a stepped pyramidal building. I slowly rise as I am very old and gently walk towards this building. I look back and smile at my family - they haven't really noticed that I am gone yet. I walk to the 'temple' and start the slow climb to the top. When I reach the top I stop and look around at the panoramic scene of the jungle and the small groups of indian type people in the clearing happily working together down below. I walk inside and climb into a square alcove that has been hollowed out of the stone wall. These alcoves go all the way around the wall of this building and are used for people to die in. I know it's my time to go - I am happy and very very tired, but completely at peace.

5. I am being chased by a group of people - I know that if I get caught I will be tortured. I come to a large quarry (canyon) or cliff-face with a drop of about 300 feet or more. I hear the sounds of these people shouting and screaming - I am cornered with nowhere to run. I have no other choice but to kill myself and jump off into mid-air over the cliff as they reach me... I am not sure of the time or place - but a country such as the USA springs to mind.. and possibly in the late 1700's or early 1800's..

6. I am a small child - a red indian child. I am with my father and being chased by a group of men. It is winter and we are running through a forest and down a hillside in and out of the trees. There is a small stream running down this hillside through the forest and as we try to run across it a shot rings out and my father falls, there is a lot of blood on the snow, he lays very still - not moving at all, and I am very frightened.

7. I am in what seems to be a white 'hacienda' type of building. There is no glass in the windows, and the walls are painted white inside as well as out. I am making something, but not sure what. Outside the temperature is very very hot and the sky is very blue - it is a coastal village and I feel that Mexico is probably the location, but cannot think of any other information. Possibly linked to this is number 8.

8. I am being carried by a group of people down a narrow cobble-stone street. The people are crying and upset. I am placed into an alcove in the wall of this street - again, there are rows of these alcoves where the dead are interned... and again, I feel that it's Mexico..?

9. I have escaped from some sort of prison - but feel it's more like a slave-labour type environment (a factory). I am extremely scared and feel very ill - I am coughing and shivering both with fever but also fear. It is night, winter and there is a lot of snow on the ground, and I have made it down to a small canal bridge where i am hiding underneath. All of a sudden I am confronted by soldiers with dogs who have been searching for me. A shot rings out and the sound reverberates both through my head and off the walls of the underside of the bridge as I fall - I feel that they have shot me in the head... I feel that this is probably in eastern europe (possibly Russia?) and possibly around the early 1950's.

Mike

Italy, c. 1900...?

I had the following dream this morning. It was set in Italy 19th Century, a hilltop farm. The hill itself was not particularly steep; it was a sunny day in mid-summer. Early evening, sun still strong. A boy (not sure whether I was the boy or I was merely observing the scene), was leading an ox back to the farmyard. He's a bit older than my son, maybe around 11 or 12. He's wearing natural undyed cotton or linen trousers and shirt, sandals - can't remember whether he was wearing a sunhat or just had a mop of dark hair... He's at the brow of the hill, the farmyard is to the right, out of my view. At the hilltop, tethered to a short post, stands a horse, eating grass. The boy wants the ox to turn right into the farmyard, but the ox is moving slowly towards the horse, horns down. The boy is straining on the rope, to drag the ox away from the horse, and into the yard. The ox is intent on butting the horse's flank, and the boy is evidently not strong enough to impose his will on the ox.

The dream fades; I see the horse and ox side by side placidly chomping on hay together. Peace had somehow been restored.

The alarm clock rings - I wake up. While shaving I ponder this dream. I've never had any strong feelings about a past life in Italy, this is new to me. What brought about this dream...?

In the fridge we have some Mozzarella cheese, which is popular with both our children. Seeing it there the other day, I recalled that in the UK this cheese is sometimes called 'Buffalo Mozzarella', and I pondered for a while about the presence of 'buffaloes' in Italy. Was this a mistranslation for oxen, or where there real water buffalo in Italy? Or buffalo like those on the Great Plains...? Anyway, I did not think this chain of thought through to the end - a common cause of dreams (I often find that something that flashed through my mind during the day returns in a dream, as though a thought is seeking closure).

But no... this might have been the trigger, but the detail and atmosphere were on par with the strongest of my lucid "past life" dreams.

Cannot work it out. Unless this is something I saw in the late '40s/early '50s during my "past life" tour of duty around NATO countries while "I" was serving with the USAF as an adviser...

Michal

Maybe High Middle Ages

This is a new one for me. Although everything was really rustic, I just "feel" this was the high middle ages. I'm not sure why.

As it began, I was walking up a slight ramp in a rustic stone hall, of sorts -- hmmm -- like an entryway between the outdoors and the inside of the building. I was accompanied by two other women, and I guess you'd refer to them as hand-maidens. We turned into a large common room that had a variety of tables. There were long, rectangular tables, that formed a "U" in the center of the room. There was a large fire place against the far wall. I seemed to know that this was where evening meals (or frequent feasts) were eaten. There was another table that was either taller, or sitting upon a platform that was square and off to the side (closer to the door I was entering). Finally, off in the corner and against the front wall (to my right), there were some small, round tables. I sat at one of these near an open window (as in, no glass - - it was like a tall, narrow slit). At this point, the other two females began fussing over my appearance. About this time, a group of men (maybe six?) entered and sat at the tall, square table. They were dressed in what I can only refer to as "casual armor." They had armour on, but they had cloaks and clothing with it. I remember some reds and yellows, but the colors weren't vibrant - - they were dingy, or maybe just dirty. They were carrying on and I didn't really pay them any attention but then I realized that my significant other (whose back was to me and mine to his), began speaking of another lady who had been flirting with him - - he was attempting to make me jealous. My companions kept looking nervously at me about what he was saying. I had no feelings of jealousy whatsoever and just rolled my eyes (in response to his comments) at my companions.

Then it was over!

Memories:Italy, France, America...

Hey, everyone. I just wanted to share a couple of my past life memories to hear what you think. So oldest to newest....

Italy (60-70 AD?): (This is all from lucid dreams, dream-dreams, and meditation so bear with me.) In my first dream I got that my name was Brunella, and my nickname was Ellie. I was in a sunny field along a river with my little sister, Catia. I am 11 and she is 9. We are both barefoot, and wearing floaty white dresses that end knee-length. My hair is long and worn down. Catia has woven daisies into her long blonde braid. We are smiling and laughing, with an enlongated two-story barn style home behind us. In a different dream, I am 19, and walking along a short dock, guided by a man who has tied my hands behind my back with rope. The sky is black with night, and ash from a volocanic eruption. The dock is freezing on my cold feet, and I feel frozen with fear. There are two other men talking and laughing behind him, with horrible cruel laughs. I am either gagged or too scared to make a sound. I finally reach the end of the dock, and with a sinking feeling in my stomach am shoved into the icy water. The man shoves my head underwater, until I stop struggling. I feel that they had political power that I threatened. I woke up from this gasping for breath, and shivering. I later had memories of watching as Mt. Vesuvius erupted (in spirit form), and seeing the crowded streets as people tried to escape. I believe my sister and father died in the eruption (my mother had died earlier.) I was also terrified of volcanoes and drowning since I was born. When I was five I wouldn't put my head underwater and actually started crying once when my mom wanted me to, because I was sure I would drown.

France (I'm not positive of the time period but it feels like the 1700s or 1800s.) This is based on mostly imprinted knowledge and flashbacks. I don't think I've had dreams (yet.) In my flashback I was about 16. I was in a large theatre style building with only two men in the audience. I had auburn hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, and was looking at the stage with both jealousy and anticipation. The girl on stage was in a pale blue romantic style ballet costume, being carressed by a man. The girl was pretty and blonde and I was very jealous of her. I was wearing a romantic style red and black costume, and blue pointe shoes. I had moved from another European country (Sofia, Bulgaria I think...) and was ashamed of my family. I had been trained by my father and was the best ballerina in my old country, before I moved to France. The girl on stage was my rival, because she was better than me. We were accepted into the same prestigious company, and she always got better roles than me. I think that I was very famous in my time, but in a negative way. I became known as the ballerina no one wanted to work with. I got the name Emma as either my name, or my rival's name. I was very jealous, competitive, and miserable in that lifetime. The flashback (this is embarrassing) ironically came after seeing a sign for Showgirls when I was three. The sign is two legs in fishnets and high heels. It reminded me of the way you cross the ribbon of ballet shoes. I told my mom "I want to work there when I grow up" and she just said "No, you don't." haha I stretched for an hour every day from the time I was a little, little baby (a couple months) until I was seven, and was a natural at ballet when I started at 6.

America: (World War 2 era) I wrote about this in another thread, so this one will be short (I promise!) I was a little 4 or 6 year old girl with two slightly older twin brothers. My mom was kind of distant, and my dad was kind of nonchalant, but I adored him. He was some kind of political figure, but I didn't really care. I have a memory of a man recruiting him for the army, and I think he died. I know the guy who was my dad in this lifetime. He goes to my school, and we've never really talked. He would think I was insane if I told him I was his daughter. lol He looks pretty similar though. (MY dad in that life was a very handsome man. )

If you made it all through that...THANK YOU! Haha, sorry that was so long. Phew, but I'm done.

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You may want to look at a completely different time period.

The first dancers to rise up on their toes during this period did so the with help of an invention by Charles Didelot in 1795. His "flying machine" lifted dancers upward, allowing them to stand on their toes before leaving the ground.

The ballerina who is traditionally credited with being the first dancer to dance en pointe was the Italian dancer, Marie Taglioni in 1832. Taglioni wore satin ballet slippers that had leather soles. Her ballet shoes had to be darned on the sides for strength . But they were not darned on the tip of the shoe. She danced without shoe support, as though barefoot. The blocked pointe shoe with a shanked sole did not evolve until much later.

Her costume also set a new fashion for women dancers. She wore a white bell shaped dress with a fitted bodice and her her skirt cascaded halfway below her knees and her ankles. Her arms, neck, and shoulders were bare. The fashion would become the romantic tutu, fifty years later.


Ailish

Ailish-- thank you!

So it sounds like the 1700s are completely wrong lol.

The pointe shoes I saw weren't like the first ones you described, but they weren't like the ones that exist now. They were light blue satin, with a little toe support, but we were doing most of the work.

I believe we were doing the ballet La Sylphide which was first performed in 1846(??) or was it 1746? I have a book somewhere but...

Anyway, thank you for the information!!

You're welcome!

I believe we were doing the ballet La Sylphide which was first performed in 1846(??) or was it 1746? I have a book somewhere but...

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1832 -- It was Marie Taglioni's father that created the ballet for her. And, interestingly enough -- it was La Sylphide that Marie was dancing in the above post -- with the new costume -- and en pointe!

You may want to consider the late 1800's/early 1900's -- if the shoe was different from Marie's. The next substantially different form of pointe shoe was found in Italy in the late 1800's. The pointe shoes were not as pointed as earlier ones, and had a sturdy, flat platform. They also had a box and a stronger sole.

It wouldn't be too hard to find out which dancers were in Paris at that time. Maybe something will jump out at you.


Ailish

Suoho or Soho Hospital

I had a very vivid dream last night and was in search of a soho or suoho hospital?? It seems that it would have been somewhere in the US because my aunt who was giving me directions told me to go down 3 blocks and take a left.
We then found out that the hospital had been closed off and sold to a huge Motoring Co. One of the streets was called Gostran street. I know this was probably just a dream but it's bothering me for some reason.
I'd also like to ask if it's normal to see loads of strangers in your dreams and never many people you actually know.
Sorry if I posted this in the wrong section.
Thanks so much.

My husband's dream

My husband had a dream last night. In the dream he said he was a track coach. In this life, he has only coached Little League Baseball and knows little about track. However, in this dream he knew a lot about coaching track and he was helping a girl that was experiencing a lot of anxiety about an upcoming race. He said that he helped her to visualize every part of the race and to see herself winning the race.

The other interesting thing was that he said the track was made of wood. There were also starting blocks made of wood. He said that they had been outside where there was dirt and he had told the girl to ask for a 'time out' or something like it just before the race was to begin to wipe the extra dirt off of her shoes so she could grip the track better. My husband said that he didn't know (in the dream) if the dirt on her shoes would really make a difference in her speed but he thought it would give her a psychological edge over her competitors if they thought so.

Anyone know anything about track? In this life, my husband is 55 years old. It seems that type of coaching technique might be more modern. Does anyone know if tracks were ever wooden? Neither of us have ever heard of that.

Vicky

Hi Vicky,

I don't know much about old tracks, but I found references to wooden tracks when I did a quick google search.

These athletes took so many splinters on the slick Armory indoor surface that they looked like pin cushions after a rough-and-tumble race. Compared with today's Olympic-level, banked Mondo track at the Armory, the wooden track had about as much traction as a skating rink.

Article here

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Eleven state meet records on a wooden track that was at least 40 years old and at best, was well worn?

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Ben Johnson is shown here running on the wooden track at the time when the athletic facilities were still situated in front of Low Library. Several of Mr. Johnson's records still hold.

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Meets are held indoors during the winter months on smaller ovals, which vary from 5 to 12 laps to the mile in size. Races of differing lengths from those held outdoors are often run, and several of the field events that require a large space are not held. Indoor tracks are generally made of wood and are often banked to offset the sharp turns of the smaller ovals.

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I'll let you know if I come across anything else

Aili

I was thinking when he told me the dream that if there were such a thing as wooden tracks that we would be looking at something very old since niether he nor I had ever heard of them.

However, after following Ailish's links, it looks like wooden tracks exist today but in colder climates where the tracks are indoors.

This seems past life related to me and possibly explains his love for coaching in this life.

Vicky

The old west

I just woke up from the most startling dream. It was so real that I just knew I had to write it down to see if it meant anything.

It seems to take place in the old west. I am female and wearing a long brown dress with an oval hat or wicker with long quail feathers arranged on the side. My sleeves are tight to the middle of the upper arm and then poof out with slashes and a cream material showing through. I can feel the corset under the dress and it is impossible to take a deep breath. There is a cream color shirt under the jacket of the dress with a high neck with stiff lace that is scratching my thoat. I have a pin in the front of this high neck. Gloves on my hands also.

I step from a dark black train onto a wooden platform. I can feel the boards creaking under my shoe. The steam from the engines is rolling by me and it is hard to see others on the platform. I hear horses and wagons to my right. I am handed my bag by a man in a dark brown coat with a brocade vest under that and pants that tuck into his high boots. he is wearing a hat and is very dark looking with a goatee on his face. As we wait on the platform he lights a cigar and says that the bags will be delivered to the boarding house.

End of first dream. I wake up roll over and go directly into the second part of this dream.

Second part of dream: I should mention that Inormally dream in color but this was all in black and white. Sometimes I am moving the female body and other times I see to be floating over her shoulder.

We are in the boarding house and it is late afternoon. The man with me answers a knock at the door and two rough men step into the room. They have the backs to me and all I hear is the conversation. They ask the man with me if he has the money yet. He says no he will have it after tonights show. The other man says "Mr. Constine will not be happy with that." My friend says that is as soon as he will have it. They leave.

I start cleaning up at a wash stand. I can see the bowl and pitcher on the stand. I pour a small amount into the bowl and using a rough cloth start washing my hands and arms. The rag looks like a flour sack that has been cut down.

I start dressing in my outfit. It is pink and shorter than my other dress. The skirt goes to the middle of my calf. I have black stockings and shoes with buttons on them. There are no sleeves to the dress. It reminds me of a saloon girl outfit. I put up my long blond hair into a syle with a few curls that lay on my left shoulder. I am ready.

End dream part 1

Last part.

We are on a stage with candles and tin in front of us creating a bright light. The man is a magician and I am his assistant. HE does the rabbit trick and announces the next trick will be the cabinet trick. He leads me to the tall cabinet and I step inside.

When the front closes I turn the wall in front of me an glide it back. It is the false front the audience will see. I feel I draft and then a knife is slicing my neck. I can't scream out. Then the blade is plunged into my back and I collapse on the floor.

All i hear at the end is the man saying "Compliments of Mr. Constantine."

I could hear the noises of the audience smoking and drinking during the show. I could smell a smoky air and with it a strange smell behind that. Reminds me of oil somehow. It was such a vivid dream that I had to log into this forum at 5:00 to write it down. I didn't feel scared viewing what was happening. It was like it was me but not me.

"I'm Lenny!"

Since I was a small child I've had dreams of a peculiar city that I've obviously never been to in this lifetime, that looks to me like it's from the 1930s or 1940s (although it could be much earlier). I've had dreams of several areas and locations within this peculiar city, and now that I'm older I've recently started having them again.

I started getting mental flashes awhile ago of myself as a very slim, aged black man, in his 70s or 80s, with a trumpet in his hands, in a surrounding that seems 1940s or 1950s, within this same town in my dreams. Sometimes he is sitting around talking with his elderly friends, reflecting on his youth, othertimes he is playing his trumpet to old jazz music, sometimes he is just holding it.

The other week, while having one of these flashbacks, I put the question to myself, "Who am I?", and I instantly got the mental image and audiable response in my head of this same aged black man smiling and proclaiming, "I'm Lenny!", in sync with me myself audiably in real time proclaiming this at the same time and in the same manner.

That's all I have to go on. I strongly do not get the feeling that Lenny was someone famous or well known, just an ordinary old black man who lived an ordinary life, but obviously loved Trumpets and Jazz.

All my life I've felt passively drawn to black culture, jazz, and the like, but only passively (as in I get a nostalgic feeling whenever I come across it) which doesn't really stem from anything in my present life, maybe this is why?

My First Experience Via Meditation

I had two sessions within the past 12 hours after deciding to see if I could find out what happenned in a past life for myself. It was remarkably easy. I'm a very visual person (been doing photography as a hobby for over ten years) and have used these techniques as a fiction writer and in video production. I've just started reading and researching reincarnation for a screenplay I'm writing and plan to produce as a movie.

After falling into a trance. I asked my guide specific questions. I felt very silly doing this, and in fact asked her if this was real or am i just "making it up." She chuckled and replied that why would I be going through all this trouble to "make it up". I then asked her if this really wasn't "her" I'm hearing but merely my own voice talking to myself. I got an answer to the effect of we are all interconnected.

I then began asking specific questions about certain fragment memories I have been seeing. My first session gave me a name and face associated with someone I had just recently met and with whom I have grown extremely close with in a manner of days. The year 1947 was given. I asked a general question about my last past life and saw a jumbled picture of pain and despair. The phone rang and that was abruptly over.

About 12 hours later I did another session and asked specific questions this time about what I had seen in the first session. I asked what was 1947. I was presented with an image of a ball of energy coming out of the sky unto earth. The feeling I got from this was that this was a birth. MY BIRTH in the last life. Huuum I thought. I then asked about this person I had recently met and how we were connected in the last life. The pictures I saw was that of sweethearts walking hand in hand. We were never married. I asked the question about why we never married. I saw helicopters, mountains, fields of grass, and fellow soldiers dressed in Vietnam era uniforms. When asked the year this was I saw 1965.

Right then a memory came to mind of when I was 11 or 12 flipping through history books in my room and seeing a picture of Army soldiers getting off of helicopters. That picture remained etched in my mind for some reason. I heard the gentle voice say that this is why you have felt this way.

I prodded my guide to tell me what happenned to me in Vietnam. My guide warned me that the pictures I would see are going to be very traumatic. I saw killing from a first person perspective, children, and death. Tears rolled down my face. When I asked what happenned to me I saw a grenade coming down and falling within arms reach.

My thoughts then raced back to a specific army hospital that I had served at in my present life (I served in the Army and was discharged in 2001). I began to get confused at this point. I asked for a name and CANTRELL was presnted to me.
Was I CANTRELL? I became unsure and jumbled at this point and broke it off...politely saying "bye" to my guide.

I invite skeptics who think my mind was just making it up as well as belivers to comment on this.

Hi anothercoolname,

I find it fascinating that you are asking - outside of yourself for guidance about your past lives. The emotional response to what you experienced is the most validating aspect. As you experiment further with this, try moving your awareness into your heart center, move inside of yourself. Based on your first two experiences I wouldn't be surprised if you go deeper, and receive more vivid PL memories.

So far, I have been very disappointed with how movies present reincarnation. If I can be of any assistance to you with your research, please do not hesitate to ask.

I also hope you continue to share what you experience, and am sooooo happy to see someone not just researching but exploring it for themselves. Good luck with your endeavors.

My (past life?) experiences

Hi to all, I am new to this forum and would like to share my experiences with you. I am new to the topic in general, or let's say that I've started investigating it only recently.

I've always had the feeling that I'm very mature, even as a kid I've always felt that I have so much life experience behind me that I more or less know how the world works/should work. Therefore I think I must have lived past lives, otherwise I couldn't see myself as being so "wise".

Anyway, as a kid I've had dreams, similar dreams over and over again, but apparently from three different periods. That also leads me to believe that I've suffered three very violent deaths in the past.

The first dream I had often as a small child, was that I was in a dark metally chamber along with a bunch of other people. Suddenly the other people were "flying" in the air as being lifted/thrown by massive electrical currents going through the room. A moment later this electricity-like phenomenon hits also me, and throws me in the air. I have the feeling of burning, and then the dream always ended. I have no idea what is was, apparently some kind of power transformation station or whatever, that got shortcircuited really bad. I remember there were old fashioned nuts and bolts in the walls, similar to many really old steam ships, so I'm thinking this must have happened around 1850-1920. I stopped having this dream when I was about 6 or 7.

I also had another dream, which only had a feeling of falling. I slipped somewhere high above the ground, and fell down. The fall was really long, something around 50-150meters. Just before I hit the ground, the dream always stopped. I think falling from a skyscraper would be close to this feeling. I am still very afraid of heights, even though that is slowly fading. This dream lasted 1-2 years longer than the electricity-thing.

The two previous dreams always felt like dreams, it felt like they were a very distant memory. Unlike the third one.

The third dream felt very real every time I saw it. I even remember the surroundings clearly, I was walking with a bunch of other soldiers in the woods, I am 99% sure I was in the Finnish army. We step out of the woods on to a field, when a Russian motorized group of soldiers appears on the same field. Almost instantly the air is full of bullets and explosions, I am trying to push myself in the ground as deep as I can. The fear is really unimaginable, I cannot move, I am paralyzed by the fear. Then suddenly everything turns black and the dream ends. I was always soaked in sweat after this dream, it was just horrible. Back then I had never seen any war movies or anything, so I strongly believe this was an experience from the past.

I don't know what to make of all this, if these dreams are echos of my past lives/deaths, should I do anything about it? Shall I just leave them as they are? Should I study them? I somehow just don't know. In a way I feel like they are the past and don't belong to my current life.

Comments anyone?

Hei Carlos ja tervetuloa tälle foorumille!

Thanks for sharing. I think it's possible those dreams are/were past life dreams. Dreaming about falling is very common, however, and could be symbolic, maybe repeating when you are having a difficult time in your life.

I think it's interesting you might have had two incarnations in a row in Finland. Did you see the uniforms and could recognise them as Finnish or Russian from the era, or did you just have a feeling it was the Finnish army? I was just thinking that living in Finland we hear so much about the wars against Russia, maybe you interpreted the army you saw to be the one you have heard most about.

I hope you enjoy this forum and will continue to share your thoughts here! :thumbsup:

Karoliina

Karoliina said:

Hei Carlos ja tervetuloa tälle foorumille!

Thanks for sharing. I think it's possible those dreams are/were past life dreams. Dreaming about falling is very common, however, and could be symbolic, maybe repeating when you are having a difficult time in your life.

I think it's interesting you might have had two incarnations in a row in Finland. Did you see the uniforms and could recognise them as Finnish or Russian from the era, or did you just have a feeling it was the Finnish army? I was just thinking that living in Finland we hear so much about the wars against Russia, maybe you interpreted the army you saw to be the one you have heard most about.

I hope you enjoy this forum and will continue to share your thoughts here! :thumbsup:

Karoliina

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Hei Karoliina, ja kiitokset lämpimästä tervetulotoivotuksesta.

The landscape in my "military-dream" was very Finnish-like, and the uniforms on the opposite side were Russian-style, so I presumed I must have been fighting on the Finnish side. Of course, now that you mentioned it, it could well be that I was e.g. in German army, fighting somewhere in Finland/close to Finland.

I don't find it very likely that the dream would have been caused by hearing talks about the war. Everything in the dream was too authentic for being created by a 4-year old boy's imagination. My grandfather was a war veteran, and he had never ever spoken about the war even to his wife (my grandmother). I've been studying WW2 events quite a lot in my adulthood, so I know about events, weapons and equipment used in those days.

I suppose it CAN be that it is just a repeating dream, but on the other hand I find that hard to believe.

Hi Carlos,

Welcome to the forum.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.

I don't know what to make of all this, if these dreams are echos of my past lives/deaths, should I do anything about it? Shall I just leave them as they are? Should I study them? I somehow just don't know. In a way I feel like they are the past and don't belong to my current life.

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You're the only one that can answer those questions. Do you feel like it would benefit you in any way to explore your past lives? Do you feel that there is a specific area requiring healing? Unresolved issues? Repeating patterns?

Personally, I enjoy exploring my past lives -- and I have learned a lot of lessons from my memories that I can apply to my present life -- which enable me to consciously create better in the NOW.

Ailish

Celtic Girl?


:thumbsup: Hello guys! I'm going to share a sad PL for me. I remember being a young girl maybe 14-18 years old, not too tall, long curly blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. The dress that I had was something like this photo, its not the same just similar.


****No pictures allowed - link to a site instead. - Deborah


I can't remember my name . I had a twin brother, he had brown reddish hair and green eyes...yes we were very different, he looked like my father and I looked like my mom, she died when we were very little. We were from a wealthy family(maybe royal?), my father didn't love me, I think he loved my brother more than me. My brother was born very weak, every year he would grow up weaker and sicker. We lived in a mountain very near the sea. My brother and I would go near the beach and play and watch the clouds go by. One day I showed him a "perfume" that I made with lavander and some other flower that I don't know what it was, I think it doesn't grow in here in Puerto Rico. Anyways he asked me if the Gods gave it to me, I told him "No silly, I made it"


He was coughing very hard and almost couldn't breath. I took him home and he got worse. He wasn't breathing well, he was in bed, I started to cry because if he was gone I would be so alone and I loved him so much! I started to talk to him about thing we did when we were little kids. I remember telling him "Do you remember what mom told us about twins being born?"They say that babies twins are born because the soul its too big that it had to be shared by two people"


In that time he entered to a coma, he was still alive but he couldn't wake up. I call someone( I can't remember the name) I said something else that I couldn't understand. My father entered the room, he told me to get out. I ran to my room to cry, I fell asleep. I woke up(in the dream) because I heard people crying, I got scared and I called my father, next I heard some shhh and I couldn't hear the crying anymore.


My father entered the room, with some servant of his, he told me that my brother was getting better but I had to go with the servant to an island to look for a medicine to cure my brother. I said that it was alright. I was in a little boat with the servant, we were almost at the island...I wasn't sitting in the boat. I heard the servant saying "I'm sorry". When I looked at him he pushed me from the boat and started push me in the water so I couldn't breath, I remember that I tried to grab him but he was more powerful than me. I died. My father sent him to kill me .


This part is after I died.


The servant grabbed my body and put it in the boat and returned home. My brother died the night before, that is why the people were crying. The servant told the other people where I lived that I sucied because my twin brother died. The next thing I remember was that my body and my brother's were like a pedestal made from rock? It was like in a little room, there was some painting around it. That's all I remember.


You must be wondering about the celtic part, well at first I thought that PL was a viking one but with help of some friends here at the forum they helped me and they told me that this life was more celt because I saw some winged helmets like the ones in my avatar.

Not all death dreams are past life related. There are other reasons. I thought perhaps you might like the work of Jeremy Taylor and the psychological reasons people dream about death.

Dream Themes:

I Kill Someone, Witness A Killing or Kill Myself



The central image here is the "death" of those dream characters. No matter how distressing these images are during the dream, they are almost certainly symbolic pictures of ways in which I am growing and changing, ways in which my life energies are being redirected from old attitudes, perceptions, and self-images. In my experience, it doesn't make a great deal of difference who dies in the dream--if someone or something dies, it signifies that growth and change are taking place. If the dreamer dies, the changes in waking life are likely to be noticeable and radical, and will probably manifest themselves in personality and opinion changes. If it's someone else who dies in the dream, this suggests that the changes are taking place a little further away from the sense of core self --but changes are happening nonetheless.


Suicide in dreams takes on a particularly ironic and positive quality in this sense; it means that the psycho-spiritual growth and development is taking place as a result of conscious choice and decision. For a person in recovery from addictive behavior, for example, to dream of "suicide" is a particularly positive image, because it usually means that this time, the decision to quit is actually going to stick, and the old, addictive personality really is dying.


© Jeremy Taylor, 1996

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Another one that may be of interest.

Dream Themes:
I Am Fleeing For My Life!


The basic metaphor in chase dreams is usually the "death" that I am so desperately trying to avoid. "Death" in the dream world is the single most frequent archetypal image of growth and development that the unconscious has to offer. (Dreams do depict psycho-spiritual growth and change in other ways, but death is by far the most common and universal.)


Therefore, if I dream that I am being pursued by dream characters who are out to get me, it is usually a symbolic representation of fleeing from insistent interior promptings, telling me that it is time to grow and change and let go of some cherished notion about who I am.


To grow and change, life energies have to be withdrawn from the outmoded parts of my self-image, no matter how good or useful they may have been at one time. This withdrawal of life energy looks symbolically like death.


© Jeremy Taylor, 1996

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Often dreams have fantasy, symbolic and PL elements all at the same time, and I think it's important to spend some time pondering on which is which, then try to find validations for the possible PL elements. As you have noticed, your first thoughts and impressions are not necessarily always correct.


Karoliina

New memories


Well I haven't posted in a while as I have been busy completing my paramedic course. Whew. I don't know if it's been the stress of school or what but lately I started having a lot more PL flashes. Nothing special just ordinary things I did in my life. Just kind of strange. I wonder if this means I'll start to have more recall of that life. Does stress increase the frequency of memories, is it a signal of a major life shift or have I just become more receptive to the signals that have been coming the whole time? Any ideas?

Welcome back, angelzwings,


I think it's different for everyone. Imo, many different things can "trigger" a memory -- or a series of memories. For me personally -- often present day emotions, situations or people can trigger the memory gates to open. I don't have to be in any specific frame of mind for it to happen -- but I do seem to go through phases where I'll have a lot of information coming at me -- and then nothing for a while......


I hope you'll share some of your memories with us -- I like the "ordinary" ones


Ailish