Hello everyone.
I am a young French student. I’ve come here because I want to share my experience about reincarnation. Up to now, only my best friend is aware about my experience with reincarnation, since it’s often hard to talk about it with people who have never lived such an experience. Even if, I can understand the fact that it’s hard to believe.
Since my childhood, I’ve had some dreams which are now again in my mind, carved as memories. I recall some landscapes of the places where I lived. However, until now, I’ve never found the occasion to enquire about it. But now, I am determined to know more things about this past life.
I have had the most memorable dream five years ago. And now I still recall the landscapes, the precise details of this place. It has occured during about the first half of sixteenth century I think, in Ireland. At the beginning of this dream I was locked up. I struggled and I implored my father to let me love the man I loved. I told him I was sorry but that I couldn’t do differently. He told me that I had betrayed him in loving another man than the one I should have taken as husband. I recall a deep feeling of hopelessness, a great sorrow and at the same time a feeling of a lack of understanding from my father who did not understand the love I felt for another man than the one to whom I was promised. I said to my father that I didn’t want to betray him. However, nothing seemed to move him. He didn’t care about my love. Then, I was in a small boat with my love. We left this place by a sort of cavern anchored in the cliffs giving onto the sea. There was also a castle on the top of the cavern. We wanted to escape far from this hell. The feelings I had for him was so great. Then we arrived toward a little harbor where there were some buildings. As soon as we were on the land we fled toward the church/presbytarian in which we found a monk, who didn’t look sympathetic. At this precise moment, I told my lover to run away. Although he was highly reluctant to leave me with this monk, my lover escaped. As soon as I was alone with this monk he came to me, threatening. I moved back to try to avoid him. But he has succeeded in hitting me with a blunt object. At this precise moment, the dream has stopped.
At the beginning I thought that this dream was really strange insofar as everything was so realistic and vivid, but I had never gone further. I have only started some researches two years ago. But I have found some interesting things about it as the place : It is in Ireland. More precisely, I think it has really taken place at Dunluce Castle in County Antrim in Northern Ireland owing to my descriptions match perfectly with this place. Without taking account the fact that the harbor where we came, in my dream, was exactly like Ballintoy Harbour, a place which is located at some kilometers from Dunluce castle.
I'd like to add that I am passionate by Ireland since my childhood. When I was a child, I was notably attracted by landscapes with cliffs, where I felt at home. This attraction for Ireland has never stopped growing during my adolescence. I would even say that I’ve always dreamt to go there. And it’s hard to explain but Ireland has always seemed familiar for me. As if I would be at home there.
I was frightened when I found that my memory of this previous life matched perfectly to these places that I had never seen before this dream in this current life. Myself I couldn't believe it at the beginning and I wondered myself.
https://www.google.com/search?q=Bal...i=b6aMWc_RN8n2mAGcnKjYAw#imgrc=eEmlk9pDUPBWaM:
Ballintoy Harbour
Dunluce castle and its cavern.
I am a young French student. I’ve come here because I want to share my experience about reincarnation. Up to now, only my best friend is aware about my experience with reincarnation, since it’s often hard to talk about it with people who have never lived such an experience. Even if, I can understand the fact that it’s hard to believe.
Since my childhood, I’ve had some dreams which are now again in my mind, carved as memories. I recall some landscapes of the places where I lived. However, until now, I’ve never found the occasion to enquire about it. But now, I am determined to know more things about this past life.
I have had the most memorable dream five years ago. And now I still recall the landscapes, the precise details of this place. It has occured during about the first half of sixteenth century I think, in Ireland. At the beginning of this dream I was locked up. I struggled and I implored my father to let me love the man I loved. I told him I was sorry but that I couldn’t do differently. He told me that I had betrayed him in loving another man than the one I should have taken as husband. I recall a deep feeling of hopelessness, a great sorrow and at the same time a feeling of a lack of understanding from my father who did not understand the love I felt for another man than the one to whom I was promised. I said to my father that I didn’t want to betray him. However, nothing seemed to move him. He didn’t care about my love. Then, I was in a small boat with my love. We left this place by a sort of cavern anchored in the cliffs giving onto the sea. There was also a castle on the top of the cavern. We wanted to escape far from this hell. The feelings I had for him was so great. Then we arrived toward a little harbor where there were some buildings. As soon as we were on the land we fled toward the church/presbytarian in which we found a monk, who didn’t look sympathetic. At this precise moment, I told my lover to run away. Although he was highly reluctant to leave me with this monk, my lover escaped. As soon as I was alone with this monk he came to me, threatening. I moved back to try to avoid him. But he has succeeded in hitting me with a blunt object. At this precise moment, the dream has stopped.
At the beginning I thought that this dream was really strange insofar as everything was so realistic and vivid, but I had never gone further. I have only started some researches two years ago. But I have found some interesting things about it as the place : It is in Ireland. More precisely, I think it has really taken place at Dunluce Castle in County Antrim in Northern Ireland owing to my descriptions match perfectly with this place. Without taking account the fact that the harbor where we came, in my dream, was exactly like Ballintoy Harbour, a place which is located at some kilometers from Dunluce castle.
I'd like to add that I am passionate by Ireland since my childhood. When I was a child, I was notably attracted by landscapes with cliffs, where I felt at home. This attraction for Ireland has never stopped growing during my adolescence. I would even say that I’ve always dreamt to go there. And it’s hard to explain but Ireland has always seemed familiar for me. As if I would be at home there.
I was frightened when I found that my memory of this previous life matched perfectly to these places that I had never seen before this dream in this current life. Myself I couldn't believe it at the beginning and I wondered myself.
https://www.google.com/search?q=Bal...i=b6aMWc_RN8n2mAGcnKjYAw#imgrc=eEmlk9pDUPBWaM:
Ballintoy Harbour
Dunluce castle and its cavern.
