csometimes
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The first time I had a past life memory I was round about the age of three. I know I was about three as I have a sister who is three years younger than me and my mum has told me that my sister was moved into my room when she was six months old - when I had my past life memory I was still alone in my room.
I woke up early one morning but strangely i was awake and yet asleep at the same time. I could see the furniture in the room and yet it seemed like I was also viewing a dream, as if it was suspended on a screen hanging down in the middle of the bedroom. I'm sorry I can't describe it any better than that. I was able to both view the dream and also be in it at the same time. I hope this makes sense. In my dream I saw myself as a man. (I'm a girl in this life). I was riding a horse at the front of a line of other men and I knew I was the leader. I also sensed I was nasty. Mean and nasty. Hard. We were riding in kind of woodland and suddenly we came into a clearing. All of a sudden native americans dropped out of the trees and appeared from the land around. I swear I had no idea they were there, I could not tell at all. I dismounted from my horse and was standing in front of what I guessed to be their leader or an important man. And then he shot me (with a gun). All I can remember after that is thinking 'it doesn't hurt to be shot, I can't believe it doesn't hurt to be shot. If I'd have known this I wouldn't have been so scared of it'. Now of course it seems to me that it didn't hurt because probably I was dead.
I can still remember this experience as clear as if it were yesterday. For years I thought I must have it wrong because I thought native americans had bows and arrows and how come I was shot? but as an adult of course I know now guns would have been traded etc.
At around the same time I had a teddy bear that I called ker-peter. that was how I sounded it. people would ask me what the bear was called and i would say ker-peter. they would then reply 'oh you mean peter!' and I would say NO! I mean KER-peter.
I have wanted for years to know if any of this was real. it felt real. It felt like real memories. I mean, even at three I knew the difference between a dream and what happened the day before. When I got the internet i put in every conceivable spelling of ker-peter and i found one interesting thing -that there is a place in Texas called Copita. It is a nature reserve now but I found one reference to it having at the turn of the twentieth century a post office and small population. I wonder if I lived or died around that area.
I have other memories too but I have to go cook the dinner now! It would be interesting to hear from others - both what you think of my memory and also if you have heard of it happening the way it happened - like that kind of awake/sleeping state.
Thanks
Elizabeth
Ps I'm sorry I haven't formally introduced myself!
I woke up early one morning but strangely i was awake and yet asleep at the same time. I could see the furniture in the room and yet it seemed like I was also viewing a dream, as if it was suspended on a screen hanging down in the middle of the bedroom. I'm sorry I can't describe it any better than that. I was able to both view the dream and also be in it at the same time. I hope this makes sense. In my dream I saw myself as a man. (I'm a girl in this life). I was riding a horse at the front of a line of other men and I knew I was the leader. I also sensed I was nasty. Mean and nasty. Hard. We were riding in kind of woodland and suddenly we came into a clearing. All of a sudden native americans dropped out of the trees and appeared from the land around. I swear I had no idea they were there, I could not tell at all. I dismounted from my horse and was standing in front of what I guessed to be their leader or an important man. And then he shot me (with a gun). All I can remember after that is thinking 'it doesn't hurt to be shot, I can't believe it doesn't hurt to be shot. If I'd have known this I wouldn't have been so scared of it'. Now of course it seems to me that it didn't hurt because probably I was dead.
I can still remember this experience as clear as if it were yesterday. For years I thought I must have it wrong because I thought native americans had bows and arrows and how come I was shot? but as an adult of course I know now guns would have been traded etc.
At around the same time I had a teddy bear that I called ker-peter. that was how I sounded it. people would ask me what the bear was called and i would say ker-peter. they would then reply 'oh you mean peter!' and I would say NO! I mean KER-peter.
I have wanted for years to know if any of this was real. it felt real. It felt like real memories. I mean, even at three I knew the difference between a dream and what happened the day before. When I got the internet i put in every conceivable spelling of ker-peter and i found one interesting thing -that there is a place in Texas called Copita. It is a nature reserve now but I found one reference to it having at the turn of the twentieth century a post office and small population. I wonder if I lived or died around that area.
I have other memories too but I have to go cook the dinner now! It would be interesting to hear from others - both what you think of my memory and also if you have heard of it happening the way it happened - like that kind of awake/sleeping state.
Thanks
Elizabeth
Ps I'm sorry I haven't formally introduced myself!