Hello, everyone. I joined this forum 3 years ago under another name, when I was first learning about reincarnation. I didn't remember joining so I signed up under a new name recently. I only made 2 posts back then, not of much significance. I'm kind of nervous about sharing my experiences, but I've decided to just jump in anyway.
My most recent past life seems to have ended only 6 years before my birth in this life. Most of what I have remembered is very disturbing to me, and I hate the person that I was in that life. The guilt is haunting me in this present life.
I was a man (I'm female now), in Maryland, born in 1942. My mother was Mary, a petite blonde woman who apparently loved sunglasses. My father, Henry, was tall, heavily built and dark haired. I have only had one memory of him so far, he died when I was very young. We were Catholic.
I worked on the boardwalk all the summers of my teenage years. I didn't enjoy my youth. I had to be the man of the house. I believe I met my wife, Sarah, on that boardwalk when we were teenagers. I was older than her (by 6 years). I remember chasing her on the beach, she was wearing a bikini. I talked to her in a Daffy Duck voice. She loved Daffy Duck. It made her laugh. We were married at her family's church, St. Catherine's. Her veil was like a lace/cloth on her head.
I saw my son, Jim (only I called him Jim, everyone else called him Jimmy), as a toddler at a backyard BBQ. He was running (stumbling) around smiling and laughing. He wanted me to hold him but I had no interest. I eventually picked him up and handed him off to someone else. His hair was blonde when he was very little, and got darker with age. He was born in 1968.
We went to Disney World when Jim was 6. I thought we should wait until he was older so that he would remember more, but Sarah wanted to go. I bought her a Daffy Duck there.
I took Jim to the aquarium when he was 8, his mother wasn't there. We were looking at sea turtles. I was very bored and made us skip a lot of things so we could leave.
I remember the day we took Jim to register at school. I had on a coral colored button up shirt and tanish pants. It was a red brick building and I realize it's a church of some sort due to the odd structure on the roof. (I actually found this church online and it looked just like it did in my regression! Sweet verification!) It was the church we were married in, St. Catherine's. They had a school behind the church. We took Jim inside and signed some things in the hallway, and then they took us to a classroom. I guess it was a parent's tour or something. I was interested in getting out of there. I remember a strong urge to go. This was taking longer than I had anticipated.
I was always looking at other women. My wife was pretty and sweet, but I didn't appreciate her. Always unfaithful in my imagination, I finally acted upon my impulses with a very young red haired girl. I remember a "one time thing" with her, at my work. I don't recall much else about her, except one flash of being on the sidewalk near work, and the girl drove by in a car with her friends. She leaned out of the window and blew me a kiss with both hands. I was afraid someone saw. I didn't acknowledge her.
The bulk of my memories from this life are of the day of my son's 10th birthday party, the day of my death.
My most recent past life seems to have ended only 6 years before my birth in this life. Most of what I have remembered is very disturbing to me, and I hate the person that I was in that life. The guilt is haunting me in this present life.
I was a man (I'm female now), in Maryland, born in 1942. My mother was Mary, a petite blonde woman who apparently loved sunglasses. My father, Henry, was tall, heavily built and dark haired. I have only had one memory of him so far, he died when I was very young. We were Catholic.
I worked on the boardwalk all the summers of my teenage years. I didn't enjoy my youth. I had to be the man of the house. I believe I met my wife, Sarah, on that boardwalk when we were teenagers. I was older than her (by 6 years). I remember chasing her on the beach, she was wearing a bikini. I talked to her in a Daffy Duck voice. She loved Daffy Duck. It made her laugh. We were married at her family's church, St. Catherine's. Her veil was like a lace/cloth on her head.
I saw my son, Jim (only I called him Jim, everyone else called him Jimmy), as a toddler at a backyard BBQ. He was running (stumbling) around smiling and laughing. He wanted me to hold him but I had no interest. I eventually picked him up and handed him off to someone else. His hair was blonde when he was very little, and got darker with age. He was born in 1968.
We went to Disney World when Jim was 6. I thought we should wait until he was older so that he would remember more, but Sarah wanted to go. I bought her a Daffy Duck there.
I took Jim to the aquarium when he was 8, his mother wasn't there. We were looking at sea turtles. I was very bored and made us skip a lot of things so we could leave.
I remember the day we took Jim to register at school. I had on a coral colored button up shirt and tanish pants. It was a red brick building and I realize it's a church of some sort due to the odd structure on the roof. (I actually found this church online and it looked just like it did in my regression! Sweet verification!) It was the church we were married in, St. Catherine's. They had a school behind the church. We took Jim inside and signed some things in the hallway, and then they took us to a classroom. I guess it was a parent's tour or something. I was interested in getting out of there. I remember a strong urge to go. This was taking longer than I had anticipated.
I was always looking at other women. My wife was pretty and sweet, but I didn't appreciate her. Always unfaithful in my imagination, I finally acted upon my impulses with a very young red haired girl. I remember a "one time thing" with her, at my work. I don't recall much else about her, except one flash of being on the sidewalk near work, and the girl drove by in a car with her friends. She leaned out of the window and blew me a kiss with both hands. I was afraid someone saw. I didn't acknowledge her.
The bulk of my memories from this life are of the day of my son's 10th birthday party, the day of my death.
