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I did live in England before 1800 a few times. Once during the Napoleonic wars in the 18th century. My father and I were in the British Army. He was a Dragoon (Calvary) and I was a British Regular (foot solider).

I also lived in England in the 12th and early 13th century, during the reign of King Richard I and his successor, King John. In this life I left for and fought in the Crusades under King Richard. I used to have dreams of wearing the white tunic with the red cross over top of chainmail. I later found out that this was what members of the Knights Templar, an order of knights, wore. Whether or not I was a member of the order, I don't know, I doubt it is important.

My most recent life "ended" in 1872. I was about as victorian as you could get, and judging from the clothes I saw myself in during meditation, I would say I was upper middle, to lower upper class. I had a handlebar moustache (I still unknowingly twist the ends of my moustache when I have one). I had short dark brown hair, slicked and parted down the middle, and brown eyes. I don't know of any details of this life, except for my appearance... why that is important I have no idea.
 
Kayln, England 1600's


I lived in England from about 1610 -1670. I was a boy - my name was Kayln. I worked at an Inn as a child and later became a teacher. In my mid twenties I became a sailor and went to the New World.


I married young, at 19 - she was 17 - but my wife died in child birth -I never married again. My wife's name was Isabelle, and she is my daughter now.


I was a little boy -about five years old..the year 1620 in England. I began laughing and giggling and was so proud of myself! I was hiding in a pile of hay for the cows and horses in the barn. My mother was calling my name "KAYLN!" I thought it was so funny that she could not see me. That inner joy..that childhood innocence I never would have experienced had I not done the regression.
 
Victorian Era


I've had four dreams on separate occasions that I think are connected as one past life in the Victorian Era. I'm afraid if I elaborate on these dreams then my post will be too long. But, one of those dreams really sticks out for me.


I was dressed in rich Victorian clothing. An old man wearing a grey plaid vest was carrying a lantern and leading me up these stairs which led to an attic. I remember there being no banister and seeing nails sticking out of the splintered wood on the wall to my right.


Once we reached the attic room, I noticed rows and rows of children lying on the floor covered in white blankets. The only furniture I saw in my dream was a half-oval table in the back with a single candle on it. It was very silent in the room. I remember feeling despair and pity for these children b/c they were all sick and had absolutely no one. I thought to myself that I can't do this and this was just too much to bear.


I'm guessing I was there as a nurse or something. If this dream were really a past life, then I did some good. I hope it's true, but who knows for sure? And there are 2 other dreams of me as a little girl and 1 dream of me as a teenager/young adult that felt very real as well.


One more curious thing is that as a child, I remember always thinking that I was so lucky to have a mother, and that she was so kind! I mean, I remember always thinking to myself - "I have a mother." (In one of those other dreams that felt so real, I had no mother. I had the same father I have now, but he ignored me. It didn't bug me in the dream, though). So, who knows? Maybe as a child I half-remembered a past life of having no mother.


This post and discussion is continued in the thread How did everyone start believing in reincarnation?
 
Welsh cook/housekeeper


I have very vivid memories of being a cook/housekeeper in a manorhouse on the Welsh marches. How you cook rabbit. What you put in stew. How you wash baby swaddlings in the era before diapers. How you make cream cheese, or treat a child's fever. These are the things life is mostly made out of. But it's not very exciting to anyone but me!


Elzelina
 
19th century sea captain's wife


I had a dream that took place in England in the 19th Century. This dream has haunted me for years.


The dream's scenario involved my husband, a sea captain, drowning, and I had a name in the dream- Captain Davies. I woke myself up with the name in my head.


There was also a boy present in the dream-my son, will spare you all the details for now.


Today,my curiosity got the best of me and I began to do some research on the net. I found a historical account of something similar to what happened in my dream occuring near the Isle of Piel in Great Britain.


The widow in the story has my same initials now, and would have had a young son the age of the boy in my dream at the time of the drowning of her husband. However, her husband was not Captain Davies.


Davies was the captain's mate who took over the ship after the first captain perished. The details of the account were sketchy, but some things oddly coincidental to my life now- place names, and favorite names that I have always had being names of her family members.


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Historical research - can it help or hurt?
 
Early 19th century England


While I don't have wake time memory of my past lives, I have surmised one of my past lives with my father (in this and that life) from a recurring dream.


This dream places us both in England during the early age of trains. I was a boy of about ten. I was traveling with my father by train. We get off a train at a junction to take another train. My father walks away for something and we end up separated. Dream ends here.


If this really happened, it must have been a very traumatic experience for my father. I tend to think so because it helps me understand how he treated me this time around. He was overprotective to the point of suffocation. I think that a wrong lesson was learnt from a past life experience in this case!


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Is it wrong to remember?


A reccuring dream suggests to me that I may have lived in early 19th century England. If true, I believe I made the "move" to India not in the process of reincarnating, but probably while in human body, perhaps in the employ of East India Company or the Raj. I guess I learned to like my new setting and decided to stick around for a while.


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Getting it right
 
Killed during a mining accident


About a year ago I met someone and we discovered that we had shared a past life. We were then husband and wife, only he was the wife and I, now female, was the husband. We could really share images of that life and we could still feel the love that we had. We loved each other very much, which was a good feeling.


We were immigrants from Ireland and went to live in Newcastle (England).I became a miner and was killed during a mining-accident. She was left behind with eight children. This could explain some fears that we both have during the life we now live.


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Shared past life experiences
 
18th century England


I'm in some sort of large, old building, perhaps an estate that's been turned into a museum. I view a large, open room with high ceilings. I see chairs of a certain, earlier era placed against a wall. I can't quite place the style or era but I believe they're 18th C. The wall is painted a certain shade of blue - I guess it could be called robin's egg blue - that is from the same era. I note that a small part of the wall needs to be patched and repainted.


I then move over to a dining room table that's been placed in a corner of the room near a window. As I approach the table, I tell myself that this setting will seem familiar because I was there in a past life; there's a sense of deja vu here. I look at the table, which is covered with a lace tablecloth, and see the remains of a meal. There's several place settings around the table and bits of uneaten food still left on the plates. It's as if the people had just left the table, and I feel deja vu again as I look upon this scene. I feel as if I'd been at the table too.


I go over to the window by this table and pull back its lace curtain to reveal a multi-paned glass window. The view outside is of green, expansive grounds.


As far as seeing a possible past life through present-day eyes, this also happened in a dream earlier this summer. Someone I know looked much as he actually does, and was in a modern-day setting, except he was wearing clothes of a different era. And yes, in the dream I identified his outfit as !8th C. England.


I can't vividly recall the foods on the plate, but it seems to me that bones were left on the plates, perhaps from some sort of fowl.


Looking up pictures of old chairs could also give a possible clue as to what era I might have been viewing.


In meditation and in a instance of spontaneous "body memory" while awake, I've gotten other snippets of possible memories of this past life. And, when my daughter was 3 1/2, she began to speak with a clipped British accent and would talk about going to the "Common". I never knew where her accent and word usage came from.
 
Street urchin's short life


For many years I have had a notion of having been a young boy living in the streets, nicking things for a living (ca. end of the 1700´s). My impression is, I ended up in the gallows after some time in some place like to the Tower (of London)and maltreatment, including sexual, there. I did check and they did actually throw little kids in jail and hang them for very minor offences at that time.
 
Elderly caucasian matriarch


I'm an African American woman, however, every since I was a child I've had this strange dream of an elderly caucausian matriarch living in England.


She wore a black dress and a cameo pined in the center of her dress next to her neck. The house was yellow and white (the house my parents chose to live in is yellow and white) and she's a little bit on the hefty side and wore her hair back in a bun.


She appeared to own all kinds of expensive paintings and furniture. In the dream, I saw her kill a maid by throwing her off of her balcony.


I've had this dream much as a child and recently, I had two dreams, one of a young white woman (it appeared as though I was in the body) walking upstairs in this large house which was yellow and white and I was wearing a long white gown and had long red hair) walking upstairs and that was it.
 
Victorian Christmas


This is set in Victorian times:


I had to have been about 9 or 10 years old. I was in a very fancy house, which I think belonged to an uncle. I was very happy there. I had MANY cousins living there. They were all boys and I had my hands full with them! They were real rascals and I had much trouble trying to calm their wild spirits down to an acceptable level; to a dull roar if you will.


It was Christmastime and we were expecting guests to come over.


A large winding staircase was to my left. I remember seeing a Christmas wreath hanging above an entrance that led to the next room; above the wreath was the lookout from upstairs. (There was wood paneling on the stairs and where the wreath was).


I was talking to a maid that worked there. She wore your typical black and white maids uniform from back then, and had blonde hair. She wore a maids cap also. I remember thinking she was very pretty and very sweet.


The boys came downstairs; at least one sliding down the banister! They were all dressed up real fancy-like in the suits that go to their knees; all their outfits looked the same and they each wore black boots.


I threatened to lock them outside if they misbehaved for our guests. They would just laugh and act wilder, running around the room and screaming. I ran after one of the boys that ran out to the back. It was nighttime. He was sitting on top of a garden wall, (at one part where it curved) absently swinging his legs back and forth. He was laughing at me.


When our guests arrived (a man and woman) I answered the door and ushered them inside myself. There was a little Christmas tree in the entrance hall.
 
Medieval scribe


I'm pretty sure that the time I lived was the late fifthteenth century on into the early-to-mid sixteenth century (I was gone before Shakespeare showed up, I know that).


I'm not sure where I lived, but I have a very strong connection with Oxford. If my home back then wasn't Oxford, it would have been somewhere very much like it - Canterbury, or Cambridge, places like that.


I know that I was a scribe who made wonderful Medieval manuscripts, and my love for writing extends on into this day.


To be a scribe, I would have had to have been an educated individual, and thus a university education would have been necessary.
 
Carleton, Lancashire circa 1895


The most recent PL memory I have is around 1895 (although I suspect I had another life between that one and my current life).


c.1895, I was a little blonde girl about 7yrs old living in Carleton, Lancashire (where I grew up in this life too). I had a younger brother who was about 2-3yrs old and we lived in quite a decent, middle class house in a location which, although I have yet to confirm, I am 100% positive.


I used to walk past the site of it on my way to Brownies and ballet etc (it's now a modern church) and I'd look at the church and remember clearly being in a dimly lit sitting room with a roaring fire, two armchairs and my little brother playing with wooden toys in front of me. I only got this memory when I was around, or looking at that church. I once asked my mum if that church had always been there and she said "Oh, it's always been there" and I rather indignantly replied "It has NOT!!!".


Nothing special or extraordinary, just a little Victorian girl in Lancashire. :)


This post and discussion is continued in the thread How much do you remember of your most recent PL
 
Leicestershire, late 16th/early 17th century


The first past life I can identify is in rural England in the late 16th century/early 17th. I feel I lived in Leicestershire, in a village bordered by a magnificent oak forest.


Shakespeare's "poor pelting villages' come to mind, though there were brighter moments - archery practice and the Maypole.


Alas, I did not live long, and soon after discovering the joys of youthful love, I died, aged 17-19. It was a life of poverty, bare feet, watery ale, bread and cheese, muddy roads...


Michal
 
Possibly a Scottish man


I was standing talking to a man about something disagreeable based on his expression and the way I felt, but I can't remember the topic. He was taller than me and had dark hair and a beard.


Suddenly I felt myself stepping sideways away from him, but my body didn't move with me! As I turned back towards the two people who were talking (one of them me) I saw the face of the person I was. It wasn't the me of now! LOL


I was a man, slightly short with very tightly curled blond hair and full curly beard. The texture of the hair and beard were like a black persons, but my hair was blondish/ redish, very light.


I was light skinned and ruddy looking. I could see all the facial features of myself very clearly, right down to the expression and the pores in the skin. I didn't look very pleased.


I wish I could have gathered a little more information about clothing, or even what was being discussed, but I was so shocked to see my face that I can't remember much else.


The feel of it was I'd guess pre-1800's. I seemed to feel leather of somekind, like maybe my hand rested on a knife belt. The face reminded me of what I think of as Nordic or Scottish.


Donna


Oh, I just remembered another detail! We were standing outside, the sky was clear and blue and the grass was very green. I don't remember seeing trees or buildings, but we were standing facing something made of wood, a framework of somekind that looked old and sunworn. I don't know what it was tho.
 
Past Life around the time of Queen Boudicca


Have any of you had any pastlife memories around the time of Queen Boudicca 1st Century AD England or remember belonging to the Iceni Tribe?


One of my previous pastlives was in that period.


Born in around Norfolk (Iceni Territory) England. Somehow ended up in South West England towards or near the Welsh Border area and got caught up in an Roman battle or massacre was the sole survivor. (Saw myself emerging from under a pile of bodies and as I stood up I was seeing dead bodies all around me and a voice told me of the location and what had happened there went undocumented).


I had a previous brief vision before this in the early hours of the morning, which consisted of a horse's head (looked like a badge or label) and the word ICENI underneath. Followed by what looked like a letter written to me but I couldn't read it. (from what I can gather I might have had unfinished business from that life?)


During some additional research have since found out apparently the Romans did redeploy their forces from South West England for reinforcements against Queen Boudicca's uprisings at the time. Also Horses were often depicted on Iceni coinage.


Marian
 
Lady Jane Grey?


Some 12 years ago, I had a very vivid dream that might be a past-life memory (I still remember it 12 years later!).


I am male, but in this dream I was female, growing up in a wealthy but horribly abusive family in England in the mid-1500's. My only refuge from abuse was my lessons in Latin and Greek. When I was 15, I was offered a great honor I didn't want (in the dream, I regarded it as a "poisonous farce"). Then I was arrested (for accepting it --- even though my parents and their associates had forced it on me) and, at the age of 16, beheaded.


Some online historical research showed that there was a person named Lady Jane Grey who fit my dream's parameters. She was forced onto the English throne and served as queen for nine days before her parents' scheme failed.


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Two dreams
 
1940 British country.


I saw my past self. I was a young lady in her early 20s I believe at the time I saw me. I had dark brown hair, almost black. blue eyes. thin lips. Somehow I still kept some of her facial features, and kept the beauty spot right under my right eye. I was much more delicate and feminine that I am now. I was wearing a very simple blue/gray tiny printed flowers dress with a white apron...I was in a kitchen. .....I was barefeet.


I remember falling because of a cramp on the right of my stomach and a younger boy of about 14 or 15 coming to help me. I believe he was my younger brother.


And I also saw a young man of about the same age as I then, with blond hair...and a beautiful smile and laugh. And I think he was my lover. (and I think I have found him in this life.)


When I had that memory I couldn't place the exact era; I knew it was somewhere in the first half of the century though...and I was quite sure I was European...but the memories were pretty much mute so I had no help with the language. I had this feeling that the man with blond hair might have died during a war so either around 1914 or 1940 was my guess...maybe a little earlier because I don't think the war had started yet in my memory...though I really wasn't sure at all.


....Today I caught a movie on TV that took place in a farm in the British country in the early world war 2. .....It was there. Maybe not the same town of course, but it was the good era, the good place, the good feeling. It was just like what I saw.
 
English Monk, late 1400s to mid 1500s


It was in England in about the late 1400s to mid 1500s. It wasn't a very happy life. I was homosexual, and to 'escape' I became a monk. Problem is you take yourself with you.


No, I never 'did' anthing, just beat myself up for being 'bad', and finally went crazy and was locked away. After the monasteries were disbanded (about mid 1500s) I lived alone as a hermit, copying manuscripts. It was very lonely and I died alone.


Interestingly, two people who I know who also remembered that lifetime (one was a young knight, and the other a woman who came to me for confession) said that I had helped them. That was surprising to me, as I thought I had been too immersed in my own stuff to be able to help anyone else.


There was a loneliness theme in that life time that I haven't resolved yet, but I know I am working on it.


Persephone


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Monk anyone?
 
Past life in Scotland 1400-1500's


I have had a recurring dream that I am in Scotland (I strongly feel I am Scotland, although I am not sure), it is the 14th or 15th Century, I live in a commune, I am the sewer in the commune.


I am approximately 14-22 years of age. We are outside. I have long strawberry blonde hair, I am wearing a pretty Emerald Green long sleeved dress (but it fits like a gown), I am with a group of men and women, some of the men are sitting on horses, preparing to do something. Some of us are sitting around a prepared camp fire, I am sewing and all I keep saying to myself is: "I hate my life, I hate my life".


The next vision is, I am riding on a horse with a male gentleman. It is a beautiful fall day, foliage is out and the path is overgrown with bushes, and vines with alot of foliage on the ground.


We stopped, got off of the horses, I walked into the brush, turn around and the next thing I feel, is a knife in my torso (just below my left rib cage), I feel severe burning from the stabbing. I look at the man who stabbed me (he was riding the other horse), He looks back at me in total fear, I think he was ordered to kill me and felt terrible that he had to do it.


I remember laying down on the leaves in a fetal position on my left side, feeling the burning and shortness of breath. Just wanting to be left alone to die. Then the pain passes, and I wake up..............
 
Playing with street urchins on a slag heap


I see my 'playmate' whose appearance I don't really understand, actually he frightens and intimidates me a little but I play with him anyway, I have the feeling that he won't really let me get away. (After taking first year University history, I realize that he is just suffering from malnutrition, and disease- being one of Englands many poor, street children, but he is probably older than I (the 7 year old) thought, he is just stunted. I also sense some malice towards me from him, and the surroundings. I play on a large, black dirty 'hill' with him anyway, but the others resent me for doing so.


I now recognize that as a slag heap, which formed from the dumpings of fireplaces or coal burners etc. of the more affluent. The poor would sift through these dirty, sooty piles to find anything of value for a few dollars.


I remember swinging on tall wooden swings with him too (man he was strange looking, I'm sorry but it still gives me the creeps!). Suddenly I hear a woman cry out, and a man shout at me (but not my name, darn).


They are comig towards me from a great distance, but they recognize me and seem frantic, relieved and angry with me all at the same time. They both are tall, slender figures all in black (long black full skirt, white fancy blouse, black bonnet type hat, and the man very much a gentlemen- black 'tails' and top hat, white button up shirt- the works) I look down at my hands and clothes for some reason, and I am shocked to see how filthy I have gotten from the sooty hill, and figure that is why they are so upset.


Then she- I assume my mother- is over me and I see the fear in her eyes, she says "You must never never go from us like this...you cannot go here..don't you know? Oh, my child.." (it was something like this, if not the exact words) and then she cried a little and my father was very stern, he grabbed my hand and said 'HOME!" I looked back and my playmate gave a long, almost angry look as I went off with them. And that's it.


This post and discussion is continued in the thread My Danish PL memory
 
Dancing with my little daughter in 1861


One of my most cherished memories from the 1860's is a fairly normal memory.


-It was early 1861, and my wife, daughter and I were at a dance for all of the soldiers that were leaving. I remember that my daughter (who was very young at the time- 5 or 6) wanted to dance with me, but she didn't know how, so I Had her stand on my shoes and we had a dance. I can remember very vividly her looking up at me and smiling as we danced on the floor, her small feet precariously balancing on mine.


I also have a memory of her clomping around the house in my heavy work boots, saying that she was big enough to go to work with daddy...


- 1862 ish. sitting around the campfire with my comerades, splitting our time between talking about home and other mundane subjects and heckling one of the others who was (badly) trying to play the harmonica.


I also have a lot of 'normal' memories form the late 1800's in London. an example;


-I'm sitting in a pub with a friend, heatedly debating the most recent news in the Leather Apron case. I'm smoking my pipe and trading between taking drinks of my beer and flipping through my notebook, trying to prove the point I am trying to make.


Wilhelm


This post and discussion is continued in the thread Everyday memories
 
Considering Geoffrey of Monmouth


Almost overnight I started knowing about and being quite interested in castles, knights, moats, jousting. Dreams I did have were of a tall, thin, gaunt, bearded man working in a large room which had a furnace with a roaring fire at all times.


I remember seeing this person mixing all sorts of things from small boxes and bottles, and that many of these mixtures caused the fire to either increase or even explode.


Four-six months ago, I told all this to MoonDansyr, and joked that I had a past life as a legendary fictional character. She was stunned that I had never considered I might have been Geoffrey of Monmouth in a past life.


Geoffrey of Monmouth happens to be the writer/monk [1100-1155] who brought all the old Welsh and British legends together, modernized the King Arthur stories, and added Merlin to the plot.


Now if my memories had been of King Arthur, I might have made a connection, but my memories were of Merlin, who in the late 1940s, early 1950s, was still a very minor part of the entire legend.


At her urging, I did use investigating, and found that yes, Geoffrey of Monmouth did actually begin the modern King Arthur legend as we know it today.


But I also uncovered a William of Malmesbury, who lived roughly in the same era, but a bit after Geoffrey of Monmouth. William of Malmesbury was also a Welsh monk just like Geoffrey of Monmouth, and that threw me for a loop.


But as I dug deeper, I found that William of Malmesbury embellished the work of Geoffrey of Monmouth, and changed the flavor and character of much of Geoffrey of Monmouth’s original work. As far as I can tell, all my memories would have had their roots in the work of Geoffrey of Monmouth.


Since I seldom have traditional past life dreams or any memories like most of you do, I had to rely on Imprinting and Instant Knowledge. But while I was wavering between Geoffrey of Monmouth and William of Malmesbury, my dreams from more than 50 years ago began again, and somehow I’m sure that they connect to Geoffrey of Monmouth.


Several other things I’ve found out in my research, or that I had known support this conclusion. From the 8th until well into the 13th century, monks were as much historians and writers as they were scribes, and their communities were probably the first “writer’s colonies”. Plus, several earlier past lives I’ve had were also as monks/scribes, and a number of later ones have been as writers, as well as one as a book store owner/writer in Britain in the late 17th-early 18th century.


John


This post and discussion is continued in the thread My lives as a writer
 
A farmer's life - joyful simplicity


I was male – a simple farmer. I felt I was about 50 years old. Somewhere in England or Europe – time unknown.


This life taught me joy in simple living. I saw myself at harvest time. I put my hands down into the soil. My hands were thick and calloused. The soil was rich and fertile – a dark brown – and it smelled good. The harvest had been abundant. My family would not want for anything in the days ahead.


I was walking toward the house – a simple wooden house with a thatched roof. It was evening and I had worked in the fields all day putting up the last of the grain for our livestock. The sky had a soft yellow glow. The air smelled fresh and clean. There was a large tree by the door with a swing fashioned of rope which I had twined myself.


I went into the house and it took me a while to see because it was dark inside. There was a lady sitting by the fireplace. She turned and smiled at me. She was in a chair I had made. She was sewing something by hand. The floor was bare dirt swept clean. The handcrafted broom was in the corner. There was love in that house – and contentment.


The most important lesson in that life? Joy and happiness in simplicity, the pride of good craftsmanship and good gardening ability, and the ability to live independently.


The personality of the lady feels like my present husband. I feel that more than once we have switched sexes. This vision came to me at a time when I was feeling like I needed more material things than I had. It was a reminder to me that happiness lies in contentment. This was a good life well lived.


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