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Thanks, Deborah ... another one is of us siblings sitting around a swimming pool at night. There is light coming from the pool and light being reflected off of the surface from other sources (??? torches??? lanterns???) ... the lighting is overall dim, but I can make out most everything. We are with some people I think may be friends ... don't recognize them, but feel comfortable. I am drinking a cocktail and we are discussing Marilyn Monroe (isn't this odd?) and I am more fascinated with the paper umbrella in my drink and how it actually functions, opens and closes. I feel very relaxed and I am thinking that the lighting is very beautiful. I am also enjoying being a part of the events without actually having to be engaged.
 
Those are some wonderful memories, archival! Thanks so much for sharing them -- I could almost picture it all as I was reading along. :D


I'd love to hear more!


Aili
 
Thanks, Ailish. I only have six such memories (these are the ones that I have carried with me since childhood, and in dreams, repeating, repeating, repeating).


All of these are occurring at differing ages, and nothing beyond the age in which I know that I must have died.


Another is of me in a convertible, aqua? colored (actually, it is like the color used on the old Bel-Air cigarette packages... do they even make those cigarettes still? ... I remember as a kid seeing that cigarette package and thinking about the color similarity) and the seats are made of a pattern which is dark grey and an off white, checkered patterned like a flag, or a game board. I do not know if I am driving or a passenger, but I remember the fabric and I remember the surroundings. The surroundings are like a park, wooded with some palms, yet manicured. The sun is shining and I feel very good, I like the wind. The road curves like a snake.


Another is of walking outside in a very wooded area along a road, talking with my brother. We pass other houses, but they are not very close to one another. As we come to our house, it is getting dark outside and I am hungry. I see lights from the windows and I am looking forward to dinner.


The last is of standing on a pier, wooden, long, and with a building at the end of it, off to the right side as you walk to the end of the pier. The wood is faded, there are wooden posts with thick rope as a handrail, and boats moored. The building has two large windows which are multi-paned. It is a clear blue sky, with just a few clouds of in the distance. My brother and I are both wearing white shorts, and canvas shoes. We are discussing something which I can not remember. But I do remember looking into his eyes and we are about to get onto a boat.


How does he look? The closest I have found is scandinavian (light hair, light eyes, high check bones). I have an uncle now who has eyes much like what I remember, but I did not meet him until after these memories, and I can remember when I did meet him that I thought he was connected somehow, but the timeframe does not match up. My oldest brother I remember as having darker hair. My sister as having long wavy brown hair. However, I do not remember their eyes (do remember facial structure though). Everyone was slender. My parents, I remember as being tall, father with light hair and closely groomed, mother with dark hair and up in some fashion similar to beehives, but different.


Oddly, I have no idea what I looked like. All my memories are first person. No memories of mirrors or such. But, I do have the sense that I was slightly shorter than my brothers, about the same height as my sister.
 
Another is of me in a convertible, aqua? colored (actually, it is like the color used on the old Bel-Air cigarette packages... do they even make those cigarettes still? ... I remember as a kid seeing that cigarette package and thinking about the color similarity) and the seats are made of a pattern which is dark grey and an off white, checkered patterned like a flag, or a game board. I do not know if I am driving or a passenger, but I remember the fabric and I remember the surroundings. The surroundings are like a park, wooded with some palms, yet manicured. The sun is shining and I feel very good, I like the wind. The road curves like a snake.
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That reminds me of California! Lately I have been having an extreme nostalgia and obsession for everything california, and can find references anywhere. But anyways what year do you feel it was? Do you know any other details from that life?
 
That reminds me of California! Lately I have been having an extreme nostalgia and obsession for everything california
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Hippy16, me too. I am not sure if it is due to me being born and raised in California or if it because the memories are similar to California. When I was in Italy I was very fascinated in how the landscape reminded me of many parts of California. I also have a fascination with Hawaii, even though I have never been there.


The six memories I have listed are the only ones which I have a complete (of sorts) memory. The rest are just impressions. Such as knotty pine paneling, tiki style advertisements, and black and white photography. However, I am not totally convinced that my PL took place in California. Even though I refuse to go to LA because I have always had the belief that if I go there I will die. Strange belief that I can not shake.
 
HI Archival,


I might have missed this - sometimes after reading so many posts; they become a blur. ;) Are your memories from dreams, meditations, or have you done work with a regressionist?


I apologize in advance if you have already stated elsewhere.
 
Hi Deborah,


No, you are right, I haven't been very clear. The bones of the experiences described are memories. Things that I have had since I was very small. What has happened in the years since is that I have dreamed of this family repeatedly (several times a year, every year) and certain aspects of my memory has been incorporated into the dreams, and the dreams fleshing out aspects of the memories. You know what it is like? ... ... it is like the specific memories are dots, and the dreams are the lines connecting the dots. An image is created by the two. Does this make sense?


While I have these dreams, I wake to a knowledge that it was memory. When I first came to this site, I was very concerned that these memories might be some sort of manifestation of the subconscious which had nothing to do with reincarnation ... even while believing in reincarnation (sort of like, 'it could happen to them, but not me'). That night camping and the fear I felt changed that timid belief. Things resurfaced, and remained.


A couple of nights ago I had a dream in which road construction had rerouted me onto a roller coaster. A very detailed dream which went on for a very long time. But when I woke up, it was like most of my dreams in which I am merely amused by the dream. When I dream of this family with those experiences as described, I wake with familiar longing, and loss.


I have not worked with a regressionist, ... yet. I plan to once I get through the summer and settled in the new job (fingers crossed). My attempts at meditation are funny at best.


Strangely, I had an odd dream the other morning. It took place as I was just waking up and there was a voice talking to me. There were no images, and I was just listening. The voice was telling me things about how life works and I was under the impression that I was getting a clue to how reincarnation works. The voice was calm, and there was something about falling down, bumps, and such obstacles acting like a mechanism for momentum. I honestly don't remember, even though I was thinking that I should remember this, but... at the end of it, the voice said, "Kyle Higgins". I immediately woke up, and repeated the name several times so that I wouldn't forget, and in the process, lost the message. Random name, and I have no idea if it is just dream signals or something else.
 
OK, this is weird. The name from the dream was "Tyler Higgins" yet every time I have talked about it (my best friend today, and a couple of coworkers) I have said Kyle Higgins. And only caught myself later what I had done. And now, rereading my post above, I see that I had typed Kyle, even though I had the name Tyler written out on a sheet of paper in front of me as I was typing. Don't know what that is all about, but curious. I am not going to edit the above post, because I think it may be important.:confused: Have I gotten off topic on this thread?
 
Thats Great Archival! You are getting somewhere!!! Now which name are you more drawn to? Kyle or Tyler? Which one feels right? That is quite a conundrum.


What do you think about him/you? What was his/you personality like? Was he strong willed or a recluse or something else? What do you think you were supposed to learn from that life, what have you learned? Sorry if you might have already posted this before, but i thought it would be interesting.
 
Hey VanH!

Now which name are you more drawn to? Kyle or Tyler? Which one feels right? That is quite a conundrum.
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That is the conundrum, since it all seems very random. I don't know anybody with the last name 'Higgins' and while the dream was 'Tyler' I keep saying 'Kyle'. And wrote it as above. In either case, it does not have a pull on me other than the simple fact that this random name came up in a dream, and it was stated in a matter of fact tone. And I woke up thinking that I needed to remember it. I have googled both names, and nothing significant seems to come up. IT IS A PUZZLE!


The only other time anything like this has happened was several years ago when in a dream I was at a swimming pool and someone told me that my name was 'stoppee' 'stoppy'... (this is what it sounded like, I have no idea how to spell it). This was just obscure, so I have always dismissed it, but this recent name seems so very specific.


Edited by me: I should add here that while I used to tell people (as a youngster) that my name was Jean Pierre DuPont, I never dreamed that name, I would just tell people that. And with research into that name, I have to think that DuPont may come from some childhood memory of DuPont paint. Where Jean Pierre came from, who knows. But I have to concede that it is quite possible that I picked up that name from some childhood experience, and just latched on to it for some reason. The name of Tyler (Kyle) Higgins is so random that I can not, at this time offer an explanation. As for Stoppe/Stoppy, who knows ... also very random and dreamed only once, several years ago.
 
I thought I would share a memory from one of my lives in France. It was the very end of the memory that had me laughing hard – I still giggle when I think of the look on my sister’s and mother’s faces. It was positively priceless. My (Aurelie’s) naïve innocence about childbirth also had me smiling. My baby in that life – certainly decided to make a grand debut. :D

I am with my mother and my sister Anne-Elise, walking in the garden, amid a bountiful display of flowers. I have bent over to smell one – when I feel a funny sensation. I feel embarrassed, but eventually I tell my mother. She tells my sister to send the servants for the doctor. Anne-Elise runs off. Maman is trying to help me back to the house – but immediately the pain is intense. I can feel the baby’s head!! I tell Maman the baby is going to fall out on the ground and she says that is ridiculous – babies don’t just fall out.
I can feel my eyes growing wider as I clutch my mother’s arm – I can feel what I’m certain is the head on my inner thighs. Maman is trying to calm me – saying first babies take hours and I haven’t even showed symptoms of birthing. I have a serious fear that my baby is just going to fall right out of me and despite Maman’s protests; I lay down on the ground, my arms wrapped around my stomach. I notice I am under a rosebush.


Maman is telling me to get up – we need to get to the house. I grab her arm, screaming. I feel Maman lifting my dress. I can feel the baby slipping out – and I hear Maman shout for help. I am looking at the roses surrounding me – a moment later I hear a tiny little mewling cry.


My mother is pale – in shock, squatting on the ground holding the tiny, bloody infant in her hands. Maman says in a shaky voice - that I have a baby girl. Then she is crying, I am crying – and the baby is crying. When my sister runs back to us she literally stops dead in front of us, staring with huge eyes, unable to speak a word. She looks from my weeping mother, to the squalling baby, to me under the roses. I start laughing at the look on her face – I cannot help it. It must be a very strange sight.
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Wow - I can imagine their faces, Aili, they must have had eyes like saucers! ;)


Here's another funny Elizabethan memory my former apprentice and I had the other day: He was rather good at painting, so he sometimes painted background landscapes on old sheets for certain plays. We didn't usually have many props or backgrounds, just for a few plays, usually for tragedies. I think we thought it added to the atmosphere or something.


Anyway, one day my wife Ramona took our daughter Guillermina to see a play; I can't remember which one it was, but it was one with a background painted by Tom. Guillermina, who was very proud of her "big brother", wasted no time telling the people around her that Tom had painted the background, and when Ramona told her to be quiet, Guillermina scowled at her and asked: "Aren't you proud of Tom, too, Mummy?" She must have been about seven at the time, and she couldn't understand at all why all the world should NOT know that Tom had done that background! ;) Tom and I were on stage at the time, and since we had nothing to say at the moment we could hear their little exchange and had a hard time trying not to grin...
 
I was wondering if anyone else has any funny memories that they wouldn't mind sharing. Here is something that I remembered during a meditation last week, I believe it was a memory from a past-life which I don't remember that much of, but in that life, I died from a neck injury after falling from a horse:

I see myself in this scene as a 6 year old girl. I'm wearing a navy blue dress with a pinky red silk sash tied in a bow around my waist. A white lacy petticoat extends an inch or two below the hem of the dress, and I'm also wearing white stockings and black patent shoes with a strap and buckle on the side. I have blonde wavy hair which has been brushed down one side of my head. I've been dressed up like this because we have an important visitor who is coming to see us.
I'm sitting on one end of a very ornate looking couch, with cushions made from a yellow velvety material, the couch itself is made from a dark wood with lots of fancy carvings across the back and on the armrests, the carvings look like leaves and flowers.


There's another little girl sitting on the other end of the couch, and an old man with a long grey beard and bald head sitting between us, he's wearing round spectacles, and he has one hand resting on a cane, which has a brass knob at the top, and brass around the bottom. Although he never actually gets up, I know that he has difficulty walking, and he uses the cane to assist himself.


The other girl is wearing a lacy white dress and a lacy hat with a strap that passes underneath her chin. There's a huge fireplace in the middle of the room, with a fire burning, and a very large mirror in a gold frame over the fireplace. I can see a rocking chair in the far corner of the room with a frilly pink umbrella, or parasol, standing up against it. I can't remember anything specific about colors, but the whole room had an overall dark red appearance, maybe red walls or carpet, that much is a bit vague.


I feel the other girl and I are related, maybe we're sisters or cousins. We are giggling and fooling around together. We've been told to sit quietly while we wait for the important guest to arrive, but, like any kids at that age, we have become restless and we are beginning to misbehave. We decide to play a game of hide and seek....on the couch. The other girl closes her eyes and begins to count out loud.


Because we have been told that we're not allowed to move away from the couch, I try to hide behind the old man. He looks at me with a huge grin on his face and puts one finger to his lips as if to say "shhhh", and I notice that his face is covered with tiny broken blood vessels. I sink down into the couch and press my little body up as close as I can against his, trying to make myself as small as possible. The other girl soon stops counting and as she opens her eyes, she spots me immediately. We all burst out laughing at the silliness of it all. Then the old man, still laughing, waves his hand in my direction and tells me that it's my turn. I close my eyes and start counting, and we do it all over again, the other way round... :D
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:laugh::laugh: Oh, I could picture that perfectly Chris, what a wonderful memory! It made me laugh as well :D Thanks for sharing!
 
Chris! I could SOOOOO picture that! It reminds me of my memory where I was sitting up with the dead woman in the casket with the coins on her eyes!
 
Lovely, Chris! :D


What else do you know about that life - even if it's not much?


Always curious Karoliina
 
The only past life memory I have is of standing alone in a field looking back on an old farm house, I can see my hair blowing in my face in front of me. It is long and black- like it is now, only longer. I have that memory since childhood. Also, I am terrified of being strangled and that must come from a past life. As long as I have remembered, I have slept with my hand grasping the top of my night gown or shirt by my throat- my mother has a picture of me sleeping this way at age 3 and verifies I always had. My husband thinks it is odd also. Ofcourse, I realize it is not likely that someone strangle me in my sleep but I cant help it, it is habit now and the only other thing I am afraid of is elevators which is more common but may still be a small clue to something.
 
Thanks for asking Karoliina, i'm not sure if I should post about that life in this thread, I guess a quick summary won't hurt.


I've only had a few glimpses of that lifetime, which I feel is sometime between 1860 - 1920. The first thing I remembered was during a meditation, when I saw myself as a very well dressed teenage girl of about 18, and obviously from a very upper class family. I was sitting in a "side-saddle" position on a carousel horse, and I was waving to some people as I went round.


The next memory I had from this life came to me when I listened to Buhlmans' Explore Your Past Lives cd. I saw myself at my own wedding. Again, it was a very upper class affair, and I could see my husband to be, as well as my family, including my sister (who may have been the other girl mentioned in my previous post) I remember going through the complete ceremony, and leaving the chapel afterwards.


Later on towards the end of the cd, when prompted to move forward to my death, this is where I saw myself falling from a horse and breaking my neck, and I also had a full OBE with this, floating a few feet above my physical body (It's interesting to note that I suffer with unexplained neck problems in my present life. By unexplained, I mean that I've had my neck checked over by 3 different specialists, and none of them have ever come up with a proper diagnosis)


That's about as much as I remember from this life, there are more details to each of these memories, but I didn't want to make a huge post. You can contact me if you want more details... ;)
 
I have one that happened a few months ago. I was doing some photo research for a book on different cultures throughout the world. One of the cultures was for a tribe in Africa, the Masai.


As I was looking through photos and video, I felt a strong familiarity with this culture. I came across this clip that triggered a memory:


http://www.fotosearch.com/DVA003/018-0137/


In my memory, I saw myself as about a 10-12 yr old girl sitting in front of a hut with my mother nearby, my arms were crossed and I was pouting. We were watching the men jumping, and I wanted to do that so badly too.


I felt that I was mad because I KNEW I that could do the same things that boys could do and I was determined about it and was telling everyone so....but nobody would let me because I was a female :(


I've had several glimpses and mostly in dreams of different lives, one of these days I would love to do a regression!
 
I don't think i've shared this one here before, but I have a memory from my past-life as Lisbet which made me giggle as I was remembering it.


I already had a previous memory of Lisbet's father attempting to teach her to swim, and this memory seemed to be a continuation from that. I must have been around 6 or 7 years old in this memory.


We were in a deep part of the river (by deep I mean I couldn't touch the bottom with my feet....so that was deep!) My father, who had been holding on to me up until this point, decided to let go of me and left me floundering in the water, his hopes of me just swimming naturally towards him were dashed when I merely sank below the surface!


I remember he lifted me out of the water, laughing nervously, and when he realized that I was okay, he persisted in dunking me under the water several more times, laughing all the while until he finally lifted me up at arms length above his head.


I remembered him looking up at me and laughing, but I had a huge mouthful of water and I took my revenge by slowly dribbling it out all over his face and into his mouth. No big deal, but experiencing it from a small child's perspective, I thought it was hilarious and I remember laughing out loud as I relived it - :laugh:
 
Hey...Jude!


Seems like we share a couple of memories :laugh:


::is fully aware of best friend status::


I couldn't think of any funny memories myself and I just wanted to read other peoples', what luck that I chose this thread! It's good to hear about everyone's happy times!
 
Hmmm.... I needed this thread today!


I had read through it before, but I did so again now - and I have to say I loved reading everyone's experiences!


I thought I'd share a recent memory - or should I say a recently recovered memory.... it happened in Wales :rolleyes: who would ever guess.... :laugh:


Here's the snip from my journal:


Martin and I were very young. He was living with us by then. I must have been 10 or so. He was probably 15 – 17. I’m not very sure of our age difference.


Martin was in the barn, in my parents house. There was this rail – a sort of mezzanine at half the height of the wall. On the lower level there is lots of hay on the floor. I don«t really know what was kept on top – tools, perhaps. Martin is at the top of a ladder leaned against the railing and he is reaching for something. I am at the door, looking in. Half waiting for him, half feeling the last rays of the sun in my back.


Suddenly I hear him cry out and then – a loud noise! The ladder falls back and Martin is lying on the ground – not moving, not speaking. I feel the blood rush to my head and I run to him Martin, Martin!!! He is just lying there – his eyes closed. I’m so scared – I keep calling him Martin! Martin! My hands are all over his chest and I don’t know what to do! Suddenly – the big brute opens one eye to look at me and starts smiling really big.


Oh Martin!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so mad! You scared me – you scared me! He laughs and laughs – there’s hay all over the place Lissie!!!!!!!! I couldn’t hurt myself! You were mean to me! I was not – he says. It was no more than a second or two before I opened my eyes.


He is laughing again. You were mean – you scared me! – I’m whining a little now. He notices a little tear at the corner of my eye. He stops laughing and smiles sweetly at me – I’m sorry Lissie. I didn’t want to scare you. For a second or two we just look into each other’s eyes. He is wiping the little tear from the corner of my eye. I didn’t mean to scare you. He smiles... Well, maybe just a little bit! He jumps up and starts running away from me and I chase him – now I’m laughing too. J


Later in life - Martin was somewhere in our own barn/shed (I can’t see it clearly). He fell – again. I ran to him –again. He was alright – he didnt get silly with me either. But we looked at each other and laughed loud for we both remembered that same event – that day when we were kids...





For the record, Martin was a very nice guy... ;)
 
This thread is three years old---thought maybe members currently active would enjoy the read or have something to add. ;)
 
I do not have anything to add but thoroughly enjoyed reading the posts. Thank you for bringing up this topic again.
 
Thank you for bringing up this topic again. I really loved reading all the posts and I do have my own memory to add to it, something I posted on another forum awhile ago. It's a memory from my WWII life, where I was in the Luftwaffe.


I have this memory that I dream about fairly often where I'm with the three other guys I flew with, and we're just drinking and playing cards. At one point, I remember, we were having a lot of fun trying to speak in English and use English slang. I'm not sure why that was so hilarious--probably because we were drunk--but everyone was making fun of me because I absolutely couldn't say certain things in English.


I don't think I really spoke the language at all, I pretty much just spoke German, so I'm not even sure if I knew what I was saying. But I remember it seeming pretty funny, and we were trying to pronounce each other's names as someone might if they had a really stereotypical American accent... but going way over the top with it, since I don't think we actually knew how to imitate a very good American accent. I suppose things are funnier when you're drunk, but I still smile thinking about it.
 
Thank you for sharing sarque. It's nice to see people remembering happy, if not funny moments in past lives. Not all memories are sad or tragic. ;)
 
I have no idea what life this is from, but one night before I was falling asleep I had a memory of myself and my friends having competitions to see how many times we could change the subjects of people's conversations to something completely trivial and random during boring parties.
 
I've been reading the older stories on this thread and thoroughly enjoying myself...it's a nice way to spend a Sunday morning.


I have one to add...


In my last life before this one, I died from TB in Glasgow in the 1960's. There was a horrendous outbreak of TB from the late 50's to the early/mid-60's and I contracted the disease and was hospitalised. Before the disease took its toll on me, I was able to get out of bed and run about the hospital with a young boy who had become my best friend. He was in a wheelchair but that didn't stop him (or us) from causing mischief.


I have a brief memory of something we did to the head Sister of one of the wards. I don't know what we did but I remember we were peeking around a corner, watching her. She had just returned to one of the stations, was about to sit down when she suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ooh...damned *weans!!" We tried to stifle our giggles as we quickly high-tailed it out of there. I guess this was not the first prank we pulled on her. :laugh:


*weans - wee 'uns - a term used when referring to small children.
 
There was one life I lived in late Victorian/Edwardian Russia where I had four daughters. One day there was a lot of snow out (it was Russia in winter, kind of a given), and the girls were out playing with their sled. One of my daughters started begging me to try it too, the whole "Oh please, Mama, pleaaaaase" thing, and the next thing I know I give in, get on, start going, lose my balance because I'm wearing a very heavy Victorian outfit, and then all I remember is face-planting in a snowdrift with my daughters standing around and laughing. It must have been pretty funny from their point of view, and looking back, I have to laugh too.
 
I was an identical twin in Northern Italy in the 1500's. We were minor royalty, or highly connected, not really sure which. I was a young teen dressed in fine clothing with a ruffle at my neck and an outfit with matching top and bottom of some sort of red and yellow material which seemed kind of shiny...longsleeved but no coat. I was reclined on a chaise longe as a minister or official of some sort spoke sternly to me about something I knew nothing about. He stood to my right and looked down at me...he was polite, though firm and I was polite though fairly unconcerned. At one point he ceased talking and I looked up to see his eyes wide and mouth open...I glanced slightly to my left and into a mirror on the wall and saw my double, dressed exactly the same standing behind my chair with a small, wry smile on his face enjoying the confusion of this man I'd never met!


There were other "twin tricks" with less positive and funny outcomes, but this one was the clearest. My twin is now my best friend and to exchange our circumstances and life paths is almost no change at all!
 
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