Anybody know the first names their PLs?
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elese
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Littlemoon said:
Little Moon.... i wonder what indian tribe you were a part of... becuz that name has always seemed very familiar and warm to me... and i was not an indian myself but very closely related with certain tribes (particularly in the new mexico/arizona/california area)...
as for names... i have an update:
.Mary
.Brook (my grandpa called me this once... and was absolutely baffled by why... and then he assumed becuz i remind him of brook sheilds... but i think that it was possibly a name of mine... as i've always felt something small towards it...)
i think i have been named Elizabeth, Erin or Erica, a lot of E, J, M, K names seem to be a popular theme of my names...
Sunniva
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Interesting thread.
The only name I am absolutely sure of is Anna - a german brunette from the mid 1500's :thumbsup:
And I may have been a Maeve (tons of others spellings) in Celtic Ireland.
Oh...and Little Moon - the name Mary DuPre seems familiar to me in some way. I know it, but I don't know how.
The only name I am absolutely sure of is Anna - a german brunette from the mid 1500's :thumbsup:
And I may have been a Maeve (tons of others spellings) in Celtic Ireland.
Oh...and Little Moon - the name Mary DuPre seems familiar to me in some way. I know it, but I don't know how.
Midnight.Sapphires
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I just re-read the question to this thread...I must have been really tired the night I posted my reply. You want our PL first names...? That's easy for me. It's my PL surnames I just can't seem to get.
Lucinda (1200's Italy)
Elzbeth (late 1500's Leichenstein)
Woman-Who-Does-Not-Speak (Native American female, not sure on year - late 1700's, I think)
Wah-Tse-Gee (Native American male, probably born 1850's, died 1910)
Lydia (Louisiana, mixed-race woman, 3/4 white and 1/4 black, died in 1939)
Sarah (Glasgow, Scotland died in 1962)
That's all I know.
Lucinda (1200's Italy)
Elzbeth (late 1500's Leichenstein)
Woman-Who-Does-Not-Speak (Native American female, not sure on year - late 1700's, I think)
Wah-Tse-Gee (Native American male, probably born 1850's, died 1910)
Lydia (Louisiana, mixed-race woman, 3/4 white and 1/4 black, died in 1939)
Sarah (Glasgow, Scotland died in 1962)
That's all I know.
Mysterysoul
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Our names?
Hi,
I dont know if this question already has been asked before but what about the names we have in this life,can there be a simularity?
or does this has nothing to do with past life? i know it might sound a dumb question but had to ask it anyways
blessings,
Elisa
Hi,
I dont know if this question already has been asked before but what about the names we have in this life,can there be a simularity?
or does this has nothing to do with past life? i know it might sound a dumb question but had to ask it anyways
blessings,
Elisa
Hi,
If you haven't read the ABC special thread about James - you might find that interesting; James in that special was James II before he was James (3) now.
Elisa, there is no such thing as a "dumb" question. It is an interesting one to be sure.
If you haven't read the ABC special thread about James - you might find that interesting; James in that special was James II before he was James (3) now.
Elisa, there is no such thing as a "dumb" question. It is an interesting one to be sure.
One thing I have noticed is that most of the names I have discovered I had in pastlifes are nearly all names that I had hated since childhood. When I have had a name come up I usually think why that name, I have always hated it lol.
But once I have learnt of the lives I had the name I start to dislike the name less and with 2 of them have actually grown to like it alot more. I don't know if this is common or not but I know most people I knew in childhood or teenage years always hated their own names, so I have wondered if my hatred of my pastlife names has anything to do with them having been my names.
Has anyone else hated certain names for no apparent reason and then found them to be their name in a pastlife?.
But once I have learnt of the lives I had the name I start to dislike the name less and with 2 of them have actually grown to like it alot more. I don't know if this is common or not but I know most people I knew in childhood or teenage years always hated their own names, so I have wondered if my hatred of my pastlife names has anything to do with them having been my names.
Has anyone else hated certain names for no apparent reason and then found them to be their name in a pastlife?.
Karoliina
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My experience is quite different from that.
When I was a child I loved the name Susanna and I'd pretend it was my name. Now I believe my name really was Susannah - in the 1700s.
I'm not sure of the connection here, but I also had a phase as a toddler, when I insisted I was a boy and my name was Aleksi. I think my name was George Alexander 100 years ago.
Karoliina
When I was a child I loved the name Susanna and I'd pretend it was my name. Now I believe my name really was Susannah - in the 1700s.
I'm not sure of the connection here, but I also had a phase as a toddler, when I insisted I was a boy and my name was Aleksi. I think my name was George Alexander 100 years ago.
Karoliina
Midnight.Sapphires
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I think this question (or a similar one) had been asked before but that was a long time ago so...I don't mind sharing my experience once more.
For me, in 1986, when I was first regressed back to a life as a Native American male, I gave a name that I later found out was actually a Native American word that translated to "the early hours of the morning when the sun touches the mountain peaks".
In 2001, I was blessed to receive a Native American name from a Lakhota (Sioux) woman that translated to "Dancing Sun"
"When the sun rises in the early morning hours, it dances and shimmers like a Dancing Sun."
For me, in 1986, when I was first regressed back to a life as a Native American male, I gave a name that I later found out was actually a Native American word that translated to "the early hours of the morning when the sun touches the mountain peaks".
In 2001, I was blessed to receive a Native American name from a Lakhota (Sioux) woman that translated to "Dancing Sun"
"When the sun rises in the early morning hours, it dances and shimmers like a Dancing Sun."
Chelle
Probationary
I've had the name "Beth" in, I think, several past lives, sometimes short for Elizabeth and at least once short for Bethany. Now if I could remember something more of those lives, like some details, a time frame, location and last name, I'd be all set. :laugh:
One pl name is the name of my best friend in this life.
The name I have this life has turned out to be a reminder of several things from my last life. I've since wondered if I may have had a hand in steering my parents toward this name.
Sometimes I think if I knew all my pl names, I would find a pattern or connecting thread running through, but I suppose I'll never really know or remember enought to test that theory.
One pl name is the name of my best friend in this life.
The name I have this life has turned out to be a reminder of several things from my last life. I've since wondered if I may have had a hand in steering my parents toward this name.
Sometimes I think if I knew all my pl names, I would find a pattern or connecting thread running through, but I suppose I'll never really know or remember enought to test that theory.
elese
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There are some similarities... but for the most part I think it's random and the ones we feel connected to...
I have had a few different variations of Mary... I have been Isabella... a few J names... lots of M names... and then Elese... which I liked the best...
oh, and what about middle names? my middle name in this life is Michelle (my first name is actually Kelli, but it does not suit me much)... and it is only related in the sense that I am plagued with M names...
Last names are also weird because I feel connected and often in writing stories, will use specific last names that I have NO IDEA where they come from... besiides some sort of PL relation...
I have had a few different variations of Mary... I have been Isabella... a few J names... lots of M names... and then Elese... which I liked the best...
oh, and what about middle names? my middle name in this life is Michelle (my first name is actually Kelli, but it does not suit me much)... and it is only related in the sense that I am plagued with M names...
Last names are also weird because I feel connected and often in writing stories, will use specific last names that I have NO IDEA where they come from... besiides some sort of PL relation...
Lights
Lights
So far the names I can remember seem to be pretty random. However there are a couple of correlations in names of birth and adoptive relatives. For instance:
1) My father's first name last life was James; my birth father's first name this life was James as well.
2)One of my sister's names last life was Gertrude; this life both my great-aunt (biological) and my adopted mum are named Gertrude.
and another very weird one:
Last life my boss's name was J. Bruce and this life, my ex-husband's name was Bruce J.!
1) My father's first name last life was James; my birth father's first name this life was James as well.
2)One of my sister's names last life was Gertrude; this life both my great-aunt (biological) and my adopted mum are named Gertrude.
and another very weird one:
Last life my boss's name was J. Bruce and this life, my ex-husband's name was Bruce J.!
Ruth
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Karoliina said:
Its strange that you say that. Most of my life I have felt that my mission was to support and guide people. I'm a teacher and I also find that people tend to come to me to unburden their problems and for emotional support.
I found out that my name in Hebrew actually means "true Friend". Somehow that made sense to me...
Athlynne
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That's happened to me, Carribean Queen. I think Antoinette is rather an ugly name, as is Maria Antonia, her Austrian name. It's silly, one of my first reactions to "knowing" was, "Crap, I had a really unattractive name."
I seem to have a theme going with names that start with "A", though. Antonia turned Antoinette in the one PL I remember, Athlynne as the name I chose and feel to be mine, and in my present life my parents named me Amber. I wonder if I'll run out and have to go on to "B", or even do the whole alphabet.
I seem to have a theme going with names that start with "A", though. Antonia turned Antoinette in the one PL I remember, Athlynne as the name I chose and feel to be mine, and in my present life my parents named me Amber. I wonder if I'll run out and have to go on to "B", or even do the whole alphabet.
lagrima
It wasn't MPD after all!
Like Ailish, I heard a name called (I was calling my daughter). Then, the dream became lucid and I realized I could know names, so I asked.
I ended up with My full name, my daughter's nickname and the name my husband went by. I was able to verify it and that's how I began validating my PL experience through dreams.
Practice lucid dreaming (when you are in a dream and realize it consciously). I suppose you could ask yourself anything if you could hold it long enough. I consider myself VERY lucky.
Good Luck!:thumbsup:
I ended up with My full name, my daughter's nickname and the name my husband went by. I was able to verify it and that's how I began validating my PL experience through dreams.
Practice lucid dreaming (when you are in a dream and realize it consciously). I suppose you could ask yourself anything if you could hold it long enough. I consider myself VERY lucky.
Good Luck!:thumbsup:
Mama2HRB
Senior member
When I was about five I walked up to my great grandparent's wedding picture that hung on my wall and said, "That's mine. I want it." I didn't think much more about it until years later when Hayley started rememebering ... I did some checking on her but cannot find much beyond her being young in Pittsburgh. I am still looking, though. Hopefully I will find more soon.
HelplessDancer
Sheikless Sheba
I did the self-regression/meditation I've described in detail a number of times, and part of that includes, after one leaves one's body and sense of having a body behind, floating up through the rainbow, color by color, and opening a door and going down a staircase. Two pictures or paintings are in the room one enters, people you knew before, with their names written below. That's how I found out my former surname and the names of a number of the people important to me; I've also found out some names through dreams. I didn't come to the name I believe was mine either of those ways though; I was reading a book by a woman who had helped her Jewish friends and resisted the Nazis in Germany, and one of her friends was named Oda. This woman was not the person I was, but nevertheless I felt very drawn to the name, and since it's been 11 years now, I think I'd be pretty disappointed if my name before weren't Oda, since I'm kind of very attached to it and have been thinking of myself, this person I was before, as Oda for so very long.
I've only once had a name come through, although it was only a first name.
My dad was guiding me through a relaxing meditation to help me fall asleep when I was about 8 or 9 years old, maybe a bit younger. I went through the process of visualizing a healing, relaxing source of light starting at the tips of my toes and moving up through my body before he guided me to visualize myself in a relaxing room in a log cabin on a lake. I was just about to fall asleep when this victorian portrait of a man popped into my "vision". It was an oval painting within a gold coloured oval frame and pictured a man of high social standing wearing a suit with short hair parted down the middle and a handlebar moustache. At the bottom of the frame there was the name "Wilbur" inscribed in a small brass plaque. The year 1872 also seemed significant.
That event took place about 20 years ago and I still remember it quite vividly.
My dad was guiding me through a relaxing meditation to help me fall asleep when I was about 8 or 9 years old, maybe a bit younger. I went through the process of visualizing a healing, relaxing source of light starting at the tips of my toes and moving up through my body before he guided me to visualize myself in a relaxing room in a log cabin on a lake. I was just about to fall asleep when this victorian portrait of a man popped into my "vision". It was an oval painting within a gold coloured oval frame and pictured a man of high social standing wearing a suit with short hair parted down the middle and a handlebar moustache. At the bottom of the frame there was the name "Wilbur" inscribed in a small brass plaque. The year 1872 also seemed significant.
That event took place about 20 years ago and I still remember it quite vividly.
I found out my names through dreams and other discoveries, but found that, looking back, I was always attached to the two most important names: Esther and William. When I was a child I had a strong attachment to the idea of Esther in the Bible. I have always preferred hearing the name Will to Bill or Billy.
The name of another incarnation, Christian Bayer, I used for a character in a book I was writing when I was younger. Only later did I realize why I was so attached to the name.
I have thought of Amma as my soul name since I was a teen. That, or Anna, may have been the name of the Shaker girl I once was, but I have not been able to verify that, as I have the others.
Sandra
The name of another incarnation, Christian Bayer, I used for a character in a book I was writing when I was younger. Only later did I realize why I was so attached to the name.
I have thought of Amma as my soul name since I was a teen. That, or Anna, may have been the name of the Shaker girl I once was, but I have not been able to verify that, as I have the others.
Sandra
Karoliina,
I don't really have anything to add other than that I had a feeling that I was looking at myself. He had to have lived in either England or the US and I have a feeling that the portrait (it almost felt like a reflection, like I was looking into a mirror) showed the man at the age his life ended, which would have been no older than 35. I told this to a psychic once and she related that it was myself in a past life and that I had died in the 1870s...remarkable considering the details I got from the impression 15 years earlier (this was about 5 years ago).
All I can say is that, judging from his clothing and general appearance, he would have been well off in society, not wanting for anything financially. He looked in some ways similar to myself now, but like I said his hair was parted down the centre and looked like he had a hair product like gel in his hair. He had a well-kept short handlebar moustache and the suit he was wearing (after doing a google search) looked very much like this: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fisk,_James.jpg except a *little* more of the tie showed (same style tie though). His hair style was similar to that photo but, like I said, it was parted down the centre.
Handsome guy, if I do say so myself.
I don't really have anything to add other than that I had a feeling that I was looking at myself. He had to have lived in either England or the US and I have a feeling that the portrait (it almost felt like a reflection, like I was looking into a mirror) showed the man at the age his life ended, which would have been no older than 35. I told this to a psychic once and she related that it was myself in a past life and that I had died in the 1870s...remarkable considering the details I got from the impression 15 years earlier (this was about 5 years ago).
All I can say is that, judging from his clothing and general appearance, he would have been well off in society, not wanting for anything financially. He looked in some ways similar to myself now, but like I said his hair was parted down the centre and looked like he had a hair product like gel in his hair. He had a well-kept short handlebar moustache and the suit he was wearing (after doing a google search) looked very much like this: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fisk,_James.jpg except a *little* more of the tie showed (same style tie though). His hair style was similar to that photo but, like I said, it was parted down the centre.
Handsome guy, if I do say so myself.
Very cool, I'd be interested to hear the story of how you came to believe Akers-Douglas was your father.
What puzzles me the most with respect to this Wilbur fellow is that he seems to have died in the prime of life. I also wonder why this particular life would have came to me when I was so young. Since then nothing so vivid specifically attached to this period has come up.
Certain smells as a child, and sometimes even now, give me a feeling of anxiety too. These usually come when I'm in an old house dating to this period and I don't really know how to describe this smell other than a musky, dusty, almost mothbally smell. It immediately puts me on edge and makes me nervous, like something bad is about to happen. As a child I remember that Victorian photos used to make me nervous as well. They don't anymore.
What puzzles me the most with respect to this Wilbur fellow is that he seems to have died in the prime of life. I also wonder why this particular life would have came to me when I was so young. Since then nothing so vivid specifically attached to this period has come up.
Certain smells as a child, and sometimes even now, give me a feeling of anxiety too. These usually come when I'm in an old house dating to this period and I don't really know how to describe this smell other than a musky, dusty, almost mothbally smell. It immediately puts me on edge and makes me nervous, like something bad is about to happen. As a child I remember that Victorian photos used to make me nervous as well. They don't anymore.
Karoliina
Moderator Emerita
That's certainly something I think you should try to dig deeper into. It would be interesting to know why just that life was important to you when you were a child.
Maybe because it was traumatic - it seems so because of your feelings towards things and smells from that era. And maybe the early death.
The story behind me thinking I was this one, particular person back then is long. I'm not completely sure I was him, but there are many signs pointing that way. But I do know for sure I lived in England during that era. For me it was a good life, however, and I often miss it.
Karoliina
Maybe because it was traumatic - it seems so because of your feelings towards things and smells from that era. And maybe the early death.
The story behind me thinking I was this one, particular person back then is long. I'm not completely sure I was him, but there are many signs pointing that way. But I do know for sure I lived in England during that era. For me it was a good life, however, and I often miss it.
Karoliina
name in dream
I had a dream a long time ago and a name came to me. I cant remember the context in which this name showed up. Two initials and a last name. I am trying really hard to remember I think the initials were J. R. and the last name started with an S. Smith or Smithers perhaps? I wondered if this was someone I knew in a past life.
I had a dream a long time ago and a name came to me. I cant remember the context in which this name showed up. Two initials and a last name. I am trying really hard to remember I think the initials were J. R. and the last name started with an S. Smith or Smithers perhaps? I wondered if this was someone I knew in a past life.