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Bojour mes amies,

A quick update, and this is pretty important. I think I've reunited with Papa (Louis XVI). This is all new to him, and I cannot say much. But it is him. Through and through. I'll keep everyone updated.

Bonsoir,

- Charles.
 
Hi everyone-I am very new to this forum but I found this thread while trying to do some research on a possible past life of mine (and I see I am a little late to the party lol). I have recently had someone do a past life meditation for me (I have tried PLR myself but to no avail, and I'm hopeful to have one professionally done in the near future), and she said I was Elisabeth Vigee-Leburn and my current daughter in this life was Elisabeth's daughter, Jeanne Julie Louise. I don't know for sure if this is so, as I don't have these memories that you all still remember. But I am desperately seeking some spiritual answers, some eternal connection in the cosmic "bigger picture." I don't really know what I'm posting for, but I figured this was a safe place to start. Thanks for listening!
 
Hello StarStories, nice to have you to join in. We try to keep this a safe place and I appreciate your comment. Not everyone here has strong memories of a past life, I'm one of them, so there is no reason to feel out of place. Read through the archives and older threads as well as the FAQ section and get involved!
 
Bojour mes amies,

A quick update, and this is pretty important. I think I've reunited with Papa (Louis XVI). This is all new to him, and I cannot say much. But it is him. Through and through. I'll keep everyone updated.

Bonsoir,

- Charles.
I love reading about your memories and your own personal experiences. For my case I do believe that I was Axel Von Fersen in a past life. Even though I like to have it 100% confirmed through a past life regression first where I can have the ability to recall my own memories from that lifetime I hope I can do it soon! However what I've experienced so far on my journey to find out if I was Axel or not has been an adventure for sure! Not only did I get the opportunity to read all of his five diaries but I also go the opportunity to move to Stockholm where I did visit most of the places where he used to visit in his lifetime(where I currently live). From his diaries I could relate to a lot to his behaviors, thoughts and especially judgments about how much he disliked Sweden and Swedish people while he praised other countries such as France as so much better in every single way. There was this chapter where he wrote about his inner feelings about being a stranger to his own lands. It felt as if it was written about myself because I have never felt home to my own country. After high school I decided to move to the US to study by trying to leave everything behind because of my broken family. Even though it didn't work due to my visa expiring I found a way to move to London where I stayed for a year. Reminds me of Axel's younger years where he travelled all around Europe to get educated. In other words in my younger days I loved to live abroad until the pandemic struck which made me move to Stockholm(I grew up in a small town in Sweden far away from Stockholm). Stockholm is the place where I feel most at home actually. The oldest places in Stockholm is where I feel most at home. The old town where the royal castle is located, Fersenska palace(Axel's family house), Riddarhuset, Högsta domstolen(where he died) and Drottningholm(a castle where the current royal family lives where the castle and the park are a copy of Versailles). I haven't been to all castles such as Ulriksdal castle, Ljungs castle and Steninge castle which I know Axel visited. However I did visit his family's summer mansion Löfstad castle outside of Norrköping this summer. Such a beautiful surrounding!! Not sure if it was my own imagination but I did sense a familarity in the park there but also in the dining room, library and living room. The guide asked us about an odd looking furniture and I was the first one suggesting that it was a potty and I was right! That chair was the first thing that caught my attention. Did Axel use that chair is my question haha? Also a couple of years ago I did go with my grandparetns to Disneyland Paris. We stayed at a hotel which had a baroque design from the 1700s and I just got this strange deja vu feeling in that dining hall. At this time I had a strong urge of wanting to go to Versailles to visit the castle for no reason. However we didn't have the time to go there, but I'm hoping I can go back and visit there one day. Also when I was little we used to visit our local castle and when I was little I used to get this thoughts or more like telepathic messages from the spirits there telling me that I did belong there. Back then I thought it was just wishful thinking, today I do believe that it's a strong possibility that I could have been him. Even my broken love life reminds me of his. I did love someone who I never could be together with due to distance and his unwillingness to commit. For many years we went back and forth through only texting even though we did meet in real life. He broke up with me several times and I remember the first time he did it I have never felt such pain in my entire life. We had developed such a strong spiritual bond and even if we tried to connect after our relationship lead nowhere. Even though I will always remember him I have now accepted that we will never be together again in this lifetime. He has his own personal issues and we're growing in two different directions. I'm not claiming that he is the reincarnation of Marie Antoinette, what I'm saying is that he could have been the catalyst to trigger my dormant past life memories and hurt between Axel and Marie Antoinette where they could never be together and the loss of her as well.
 
Hello again! It's been a long time eh? I've not posted here in a long while. I've been okay, and life has been good since I last made a post on this thread. I now live with my soon-to-be-wife, and I adore Europe - most of my life-times have been European so it feels very much home here. ❤️
I will say that learning a new language is a challenge but I'm retaining bits and pieces, and I just am loving it where I live. It's wonderful.

The last time I posted in this thread, I had thought I settled the trauma from Louis-Charles life. I have learned other wise and that trauma doesn't go away simply with maybe one or two regressions - it's like someone who suffers from PTSD and had a traumatic experience in the current life now, it takes sometimes a long time for trauma to be resolved.

I sometimes, against my better judgement (curiosity is annoying, right?) have researched his death, what happened, read about the many pretenders who claimed to be him - that he survived, etc, etc.

Recently, over the past few days I just felt depressed, moody, sad, and angry. I knew where it was coming from. I had recently also drawn a portrait of my mother from that life, but with her face now. It's scary to me how even though she doesn't look exactly the same... she does look the same. It's always the eyes. Windows to the soul as they say. And I know physical similarities in the face mean nothing most of the time. Someone could look exactly like that person and not even be that person. Just pure coincidence. But, sometimes it is that person reincarnated.

To tell you the truth, I don't have many memories of that period, at the Temple. I remember the most significant events. Papa leaving us for the last time, then being ripped from my mother's arms and basically things that should never, ever happen to a child. Things I read that triggered me and triggered unpleasant sensations and emotions. Things I always wondered and had a gut feeling about.

No one knows what really went on in the Temple except for a smattering of reports, some eye-witness accounts and other things. I just know there was a lot of pain and anger there. In that place. From that life. From Louis-Charles. A lot of sadness, guilt, and pain.

There were reports of prostitutes being brought in, and venereal disease being caught by the Dauphin from them. I've always had the gut feeling that something happened to me in that place and I don't like to say this because I know it can be triggering to many. I think he was raped by someone, maybe Simon the man who was put to the job of looking after him (though he was kind at first), or someone else. But I've always felt that happened. Again, I don't have much memory following the separation from Maman. I remember bits and pieces. A lot of it is felt through emotion, sensation, sound, etc. Not so much visual.

But anyway. A few nights ago, before I went to bed, I tried a regression video session. I ended up falling asleep but it was a good sleep apparently because I woke up feeling good? I don't know how to explain it. I was upset that I didn't have the regression I wanted but then also remembered that expectations shouldn't be had. I've always tried not to expect things in life, in regressions and even just in being.

Earlier the next day, I tried again. This time with a hypnotherapist, licensed and named Suzanne Robichaud. I had never tried this regression video before and I thought okay, I'm not going to lay down with this, I'm going to sit up (note to self, maybe sit on the sofa and not the kitchen chair lol) and experience whatever comes to me.

The experience was... something. I just let what was to come through, come through and let Suzanne guide me with her voice. I really focused on my breathing and it was very relaxing.

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After, I wrote to a close friend about my experience, and thought I'd share it with you all. I'll link the video below if anyone wishes to try this experience. Even if it doesn't garner results, it's just a lovely exercise to relax and focus on your breathing because during the day I think most of us don't do that, getting caught up in the world and all that is happening around us.

Anyways, here is my experience.
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"It was very vivid. I went through the whole exercise of breathing, deepening my breathing, letting my body relax and just focusing on all of that. I had this image of myself floating through a tunnel of stars? I was just floating through, it was so lovely. Then I came to this staircase, and it was - I swear it resembled the one at Petit Trianon. And then from there the door, it was French. I was not trying to expect anything. I just let it come to me. I walked through the door and found myself in the library which the hypnotherapist (Suzanne) mentions. I can describe it very clearly. The walls and columns were all stone, and the floor was tiled with square, grey stone tiles. Matching the colour of the walls and archways. It was tall, the library. Books, lined everywhere. It was so beautiful.

Then her voice guided me over to the shelves. I was looking around, I could see so many shelves, so many books. She said that I would feel a pull to a particular shelf. I was pulled and I immediately saw this book. I could see it but I couldn't reach it. She said there were people who were there to help me. There was a man, in a powdered wig - that caught me off guard. He looked like he came straight out of the 1780s. He helped me to get the book. The cover was a burnish red? Almost like velvet. And she said to take the book and immediately I could see "LOUIS" roll across the cover and shortly after "XVII" in the same way. I went to the table and sat down with the book. I was getting emotional, I could feel myself tensing up so I just focused on my breathing. Suzanne told me to close my mental eyes and I did, and opened the book and went in. Opening them again I saw my clothing. Distinctly black shoes, with white stockings. Blue silk clothes, and I was outside. I could feel a presence of someone near me - at first I wasn't sure but then I just said "yes" in my head that there was someone there with me, a woman. I don't know who she was but she felt familiar. I couldn't see her but she was there.

As I looked around I could see familiar structures, I was at Trianon. I could see the grass and the trees. Flowers, the dirt of the ground. Suzanne said to take a moment to be there. Let it just be. And I did but I was so tense and was crying. I then was asked what year it was. I immediately got very loudly 1789. The year my brother died and the year the Revolution began. I thought that was crazy. It just came very loudly at me. And I just knew it. Scary.

Then Suzanne guided me to the next page, which was the next significant event in that life. Immediately I started to cry and it was when we were having our last good-byes with Papa. I couldn't hear anything, but I could see his sad face. I could feel the pain of his leaving. I was so tense and still, I focused on my breathing which helped.

Then the next page, the ending of that life. I saw the room I was kept in, and just felt so much pain and sadness, anger, abandonment, more pain, I was crying and felt so tense but was still focusing on my breathing and I could see the window and I could see the bed I slept on. I could feel the anguish and all of the pain. Suzanne then told me it was time for me to return back to the current place. And so I focused on my breathing and soon opened my eyes and I felt so relaxed, peaceful, my eyes were wet and my cheeks too but I smiled a little? I can't explain it. I still feel relaxed."
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It was really something and I still feel okay? Again, I can't really explain it. I still feel relaxed and also I decided to do something which I don't think I've ever done before? I looked up the Temple, pictures/illustrations of it. I even watched a video of a recreation of it from medieval times. I said out loud that it didn't have power over me anymore. That it couldn't hurt me anymore. Which sounds silly, telling a building that it can't hurt me anymore. An inanimate object. But it was where we were imprisoned, and where so much pain and hurt comes from that life.

But it felt very good to say it out loud. That it had no more power over me. That it couldn't hurt me anymore. It felt really good to say that. ❤️ Yes it's just a building. But that building held a lot of pain for me, and I don't know if all of the pain is gone? Maybe it isn't, and maybe it is. But I feel a lot better and peaceful.

I've even thought of one day paying a visit to France, and going to where the Temple once stood. It's long gone now. Napoleon had it demolished because of royalist pilgrimages to the fortress during his reign. Now there's a garden, play-ground, shops and even a cafe. I think it would be good for me to go there, honestly. Just like, when and if I'm ever able to go to Russia and visit my old stomping grounds and places I remember from the two life-times I've had there. I think it would be healing in a lot of ways. Being so close now to most of the countries where I've had past-lives, it feels a little overwhelming to know I can basically take a train or a plane, or even a ferry to one of these countries. One day, hopefully.

I just wanted to share this with you all. I'm proud of myself because I was scared of what I would see but I just let it come to me.

Thank-you so much for reading all of this, I apologise for the novel-length of writing. I love you all. ❤️
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Below if you wish to experience Suzanne's guided regression, here is the link of courtesy:


Also, attached is the portrait which I made mention of above of Maman (Marie-Antoinette) with her face now. Again, I don't really base much on physical similarities (the face, etc) but her eyes have not changed at all, and it shows - at-least to me. When I reunited with her in this life, I cried so much seeing her face once again. ❤️
 

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Hi everyone-I am very new to this forum but I found this thread while trying to do some research on a possible past life of mine (and I see I am a little late to the party lol). I have recently had someone do a past life meditation for me (I have tried PLR myself but to no avail, and I'm hopeful to have one professionally done in the near future), and she said I was Elisabeth Vigee-Leburn and my current daughter in this life was Elisabeth's daughter, Jeanne Julie Louise. I don't know for sure if this is so, as I don't have these memories that you all still remember. But I am desperately seeking some spiritual answers, some eternal connection in the cosmic "bigger picture." I don't really know what I'm posting for, but I figured this was a safe place to start. Thanks for listening!
Hello! I'm so sorry that I'm just seeing this now! I hope you are still around on the forums? If you'd like you can send me a message. :)

I love reading about your memories and your own personal experiences. For my case I do believe that I was Axel Von Fersen in a past life. Even though I like to have it 100% confirmed through a past life regression first where I can have the ability to recall my own memories from that lifetime I hope I can do it soon! However what I've experienced so far on my journey to find out if I was Axel or not has been an adventure for sure! Not only did I get the opportunity to read all of his five diaries but I also go the opportunity to move to Stockholm where I did visit most of the places where he used to visit in his lifetime(where I currently live). From his diaries I could relate to a lot to his behaviors, thoughts and especially judgments about how much he disliked Sweden and Swedish people while he praised other countries such as France as so much better in every single way. There was this chapter where he wrote about his inner feelings about being a stranger to his own lands. It felt as if it was written about myself because I have never felt home to my own country. After high school I decided to move to the US to study by trying to leave everything behind because of my broken family. Even though it didn't work due to my visa expiring I found a way to move to London where I stayed for a year. Reminds me of Axel's younger years where he travelled all around Europe to get educated. In other words in my younger days I loved to live abroad until the pandemic struck which made me move to Stockholm(I grew up in a small town in Sweden far away from Stockholm). Stockholm is the place where I feel most at home actually. The oldest places in Stockholm is where I feel most at home. The old town where the royal castle is located, Fersenska palace(Axel's family house), Riddarhuset, Högsta domstolen(where he died) and Drottningholm(a castle where the current royal family lives where the castle and the park are a copy of Versailles). I haven't been to all castles such as Ulriksdal castle, Ljungs castle and Steninge castle which I know Axel visited. However I did visit his family's summer mansion Löfstad castle outside of Norrköping this summer. Such a beautiful surrounding!! Not sure if it was my own imagination but I did sense a familarity in the park there but also in the dining room, library and living room. The guide asked us about an odd looking furniture and I was the first one suggesting that it was a potty and I was right! That chair was the first thing that caught my attention. Did Axel use that chair is my question haha? Also a couple of years ago I did go with my grandparetns to Disneyland Paris. We stayed at a hotel which had a baroque design from the 1700s and I just got this strange deja vu feeling in that dining hall. At this time I had a strong urge of wanting to go to Versailles to visit the castle for no reason. However we didn't have the time to go there, but I'm hoping I can go back and visit there one day. Also when I was little we used to visit our local castle and when I was little I used to get this thoughts or more like telepathic messages from the spirits there telling me that I did belong there. Back then I thought it was just wishful thinking, today I do believe that it's a strong possibility that I could have been him. Even my broken love life reminds me of his. I did love someone who I never could be together with due to distance and his unwillingness to commit. For many years we went back and forth through only texting even though we did meet in real life. He broke up with me several times and I remember the first time he did it I have never felt such pain in my entire life. We had developed such a strong spiritual bond and even if we tried to connect after our relationship lead nowhere. Even though I will always remember him I have now accepted that we will never be together again in this lifetime. He has his own personal issues and we're growing in two different directions. I'm not claiming that he is the reincarnation of Marie Antoinette, what I'm saying is that he could have been the catalyst to trigger my dormant past life memories and hurt between Axel and Marie Antoinette where they could never be together and the loss of her as well.

Hello, hello! I've sent you some messages. :) Your experiences have been so nice to read. And I totally get the feeling of being the "black sheep" and feeling like you don't belong where you live! 👏
 
Hi Charles,

It has been a long time! Almost 4 years I think, but welcome back! I am glad to hear that you are back in Europe and happy. Also, I always appreciate your artwork. Thanks for posting the portrait above.

Cordially,
S&S
 
Hi Charles,

It has been a long time! Almost 4 years I think, but welcome back! I am glad to hear that you are back in Europe and happy. Also, I always appreciate your artwork. Thanks for posting the portrait above.

Cordially,
S&S
Hello SeaAndSky! Haha, yes it's been a while. Being back in Europe has been such an adventure, and thanks so very much! I've done a few portraits of Maman (as she looks in this life), in the guise of how she looked back then and she has told me I'm even better than Kucharsky. 😂 (I don't know about that, but I'll take it as a compliment xD)

I hope you are well and also, a Happy belated New Year! ^_^
 
Hello again everyone ❤️ (I feel like this is becoming a journal for me for Louis-Charles's life-time, heh)

It's been an okay day, for the most part. I did some reading about my aunt from that life, Madame Élisabeth. My sister and I called her "Tante Babette" affectionately. It was interesting to read about her earlier life prior to the Revolution. Did you know she was offered an Abbacy by Louis XVI, but declined it as she wanted to remain by the side of my parents. She was so loyal to a fault.

I also was looking for a photograph of a fragment of fabric said to come from a dress of Maman's - which the link/url had expired to the photograph I had on my browser and instead I found an auction for a silk purse from 1792/1793 which was embroidered by Maman and given as a gift to Mme. de Tourzel, the official governess to the Royal Children. It's exquisite, the detail and her hand at it. She was very skilled.
As I was zooming in to see the finer details, it became more familiar to me and out of nowhere I heard "Charles! Charles!" in a heavy accent. It was a woman's voice and my gut feeling is that it was my mother. I decided to stop looking at the purse and just close the website it was on, but I found myself going back to it.

After this, I was on Instagram and the first thing that popped up was a post by a woman whom I follow - she posts 18th Century costumes, hair-styles and head dresses/hats/etc. She also does a convincing job of dressing up as Marie-Antoinette and does a lot of the well-known portrait costumes that one can see Maman in - mostly by Mme. Vigée Le Brun. Well anyways, she had shared a new post and the first thing I see isn't a new hair-style in the making or a Versailles appreciation post - it is was an engraving, in colour of the last good-byes with Papa.

Attached was an excerpt from the memoir of Abbé Edgeworth about this:

For nearly half an hour, not a word was spoken; they were neither tears nor sobs, but cries piercing enough to be heard outside the walls of the tower. At last the tears ceased, because we no longer had the strength to shed them; we talked in low voices and quite calmly."

Abbé Edgeworth was Papa's confessor.

I saw this engravure and just frowned. I suddenly felt the sadness that I had been feeling prior to the regression I did (mentioned above in previous posts) flood back into my thoughts. My wife-to-be had just returned from work and we were talking and I told her what had happened. I told her that I'm just not going to look at it anymore. But the sadness just kept creeping at a faster pace and at one point I pulled the cover of my blanket over my head and she said to me "Honey, look at me. Tell me you are okay."

And I was of course lying to her, saying I would be fine. And after several attempts of trying to get me to pull the cover down from my face, she came over and sat down beside me and told me to hug her and I started to cry. I told her "I will be okay, I just need to get through these two days." Tomorrow is 21 January. Louis XVI was executed (I hate using that word so much) on this day (tomorrow) and I don't know how I'm going to be fairing but I hope I will just keep myself busy and focus on other things. And not that.

I also told her that I wished to not hear them anymore. The singing (which was from happier times, in French) and the screaming and crying which was filling my ears as she held me close to her.

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After some moments of just being curled up under my blanket on the sofa I decided to try another regression video (with the same hypnotherapist I mentioned previously) and told her that I would go into the kitchen to be alone for it. It's best not to be disturbed by anyone or anything while doing a regression.

So, I went to the kitchen and got comfortable and listened to Suzanne's familiar voice. I thought I would see the tunnel of stars again, but instead I was perched on this upcropping of rock. It looked like I was looking into a vast landscape painting. All around me was just fertile and lush vegetation and mountains. Going far beyond. From there I saw the staircase. It wasn't gilt with wrought-iron, it was simple stone, very cold looking and was in a spiral. Taking the stairs down I saw the door. I felt myself tense up and a chill go through me. I'd seen those doors before. They still exist and are from the Temple. I just focused on my breathing and Suzanne's voice and went through. The library was not as beautiful, but it was as cold looking as the staircase had been. It was more like I was inside of a very old monastery or a cathedral. But it was the library. As she guided me to the shelves, I noticed the book I had seen before, only there was a new one right next it and this time I could reach it myself. It was dark blue and had no name or anything on the cover. But as I walked to the table to sit down with it, a gilded image of the Temple surrounded by a circle materialised across the cover and I felt that same chill go through me. But again, I focused on my breathing and her voice and sat down.

Going through the same directions, I closed my mental eyes and opened the book, and opening them again I saw my feet. Black shoes, and I was wearing much darker clothing. I thought it was dark blue but it could have been black possibly. I didn't like it. My surroundings were the Temple, and the stone walls were all around me and it was dreadfully cold. I just felt like I was freezing. She asked me what year it was. I didn't want to say it. But it came through anyway. 1793.

I tried to focus on my breathing, but I was so tense that it was difficult to do. Then I turned the page of the book to the next significant event in that life. And suddenly I was alone. In the room I had been taken to. I was crying, and there was no one there. I was sitting on the floor, cold stone. I was hugging my knees close to me. It was so dark.

After, we went to the last page. The end of it all. I was in the room again, and felt like I was suffocating but no one was there. I was crying, it was dark and I just felt so alone. I felt so alone. It wasn't even pain or anger. I just felt alone.

After the regression, I opened my eyes, saying "wide awake" as Suzanne suggests at the end of the regression video and actually felt okay, but drained. I felt a little emotional but also felt relaxed.

Anyways, yeah. I'm going to try to take the rest of this evening and tomorrow easy. I'm going to try and not trigger myself.
Attached is the silk purse which Maman had embroidered for Mme. de Tourzel. It's so very lovely, but I can't look at it for too long.

Thanks for listening to my ramblings. It really does mean so much. ❤️

Bonne nuit mes amis.
 

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I'm new here but I have really enjoyed reading back over this entire journey today. I feel so much joy for you that you have found and are still finding loved ones.
Thanks so very much silvergenji and welcome! :)

It means a lot that you've taken the time to read my recollections, truly. Also, yes it is a joy, so much! I know I may not reunite with everyone but I'm very luck that I am able to have reunited with anyone at all. ❤️
 
Hello and good afternoon to you all. ❤️

Yesterday was a day. A lot happened, and not just past-life related. But something interesting did happen, and I don't know for sure exactly but it is possible I may have reconnected with a relative from Louis-Charles's life-time. I'm also very worried about this friend of mine, but I'm giving them space because they've been going through a lot.

But what is interesting, is that they found a photograph I showed them of Maman (as she looks in this life) familiar and also wanted to hug her so much. They wanted to call her "sister" and couldn't explain it. I've also been talking to them about what happened to me as Louis-Charles and most of what I had told them rang familiar which... I don't want to jump to conclusions but last night I cried and my fiancée hugged me for a while and let me cry.

Again, I don't want to jump to conclusions.

Thanks for continuining to listen/read to my ramblings. I know I've said it before, but it means so much. ❤️

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