Tuwamare
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Okay, here are the two I know the most about. I took a past life regression class many years ago, and these two lives had the most details.
In the first one, it is sometime in medieval Europe. I feel it was in the region of Germany. My family had a hunting lodge in the mountains, and my children and I were there for safety while my husband was away. I remember having nice clothing, and my long blond hair was braided with ribbons. I had three children, who were the reason my heart beat every day. I loved them more than anything.
It was night. A band of men broke into the house. They knew my husband and had some reason to want revenge. I grabbed the children and ran to an upstairs room and locked us in. They managed to break down the door. The leader of this band of men gave me the creeps. I have the feeling I have known him in my present life, and after this regression was over, the feeling would not go away. Anyway, he had his men take my children and kill them. I tried to get away so I could save them, but ultimately I was helpless. Then they did all sorts of unmentionable things to me, including rape and other humiliations before finally killing me. I was left with a supreme sense of sadness at the loss of my children to such a cruel fate, then everything faded as I crossed over.
I was left afterwards with this creepy feeling about the man who had perpetrated this atrocity that still bothers me occasionally. I think I know who he was in my life, and that person also gave me the creeps, even though outwardly he seemed very nice and caring. I was always uncomfortable around him.
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My next one was in England in the 1700s. My current husband today was my husband in that life. He was a miner in western England... I'm thinking tin, maybe, which I know now was mined in Cornwall. We had one child and I was expecting our second. My husband was gone for many hours a day below ground. My labor began, and by the time he got home, I knew something was wrong. I was bleeding and I couldn't get the baby out. I remember holding my husband's hand... he was crying... and the pains began to fade. I slowly drifted away from him as my life ended. Knowing what I know about childbirth now, I'm guessing a placenta previa (placenta covering at least part of the cervix that results in hemorrhage) and maybe a malpositioned baby.
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Another glimpse of a past life included some time as a Chinese peasant in a small Chinese village. I don't have a lot of details about this one. When we saw replicas of the Chinese terra cotta figures at the World's Fair in Vancouver, BC many years ago, I felt a sense of recognition. They had a stone there taken from the Great Wall, and I touched it. I had such a resonance from it.
I have had lifelong affinities for England and Asia. While the Titanic has always appealed to me in a sad way, it could be I happened to be on another sinking ship... maybe the Lusitania or another that I am unfamiliar with. I have always been afraid to go in the water beyond my knees, while at the same time I've been fascinated with it. I also panic when I have anything tight around my neck. I also have a compulsion to pick at myself... whether it is at an injury, or a bug bite or a pimple... I have tried to stop this behavior many times in my life and have always been unsuccessful. I don't know if this stems from a past life or not.
Edited to add other connections to places: Pompeii has also always intrigued me for some reason. I suffer from hay fever allergies in this life that can be almost debilitating on some days, leaving me gasping for breath and difficulties swallowing. Part of me wonders if it may be related to the noxious gases that flowed down the sides of the mountain, engulfing the town. This problem has only worsened as I've gotten older, and the doctors don't have anything that works to relieve it.
Anyway, this is the result of my many years of dabbling with this area of interest. I haven't been able to spend much time with it the past several years due to family stuff, so it is nice to get back to it. I'm writing an article for someone about past lives, and it got me back in the swing of things.
In the first one, it is sometime in medieval Europe. I feel it was in the region of Germany. My family had a hunting lodge in the mountains, and my children and I were there for safety while my husband was away. I remember having nice clothing, and my long blond hair was braided with ribbons. I had three children, who were the reason my heart beat every day. I loved them more than anything.
It was night. A band of men broke into the house. They knew my husband and had some reason to want revenge. I grabbed the children and ran to an upstairs room and locked us in. They managed to break down the door. The leader of this band of men gave me the creeps. I have the feeling I have known him in my present life, and after this regression was over, the feeling would not go away. Anyway, he had his men take my children and kill them. I tried to get away so I could save them, but ultimately I was helpless. Then they did all sorts of unmentionable things to me, including rape and other humiliations before finally killing me. I was left with a supreme sense of sadness at the loss of my children to such a cruel fate, then everything faded as I crossed over.
I was left afterwards with this creepy feeling about the man who had perpetrated this atrocity that still bothers me occasionally. I think I know who he was in my life, and that person also gave me the creeps, even though outwardly he seemed very nice and caring. I was always uncomfortable around him.
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My next one was in England in the 1700s. My current husband today was my husband in that life. He was a miner in western England... I'm thinking tin, maybe, which I know now was mined in Cornwall. We had one child and I was expecting our second. My husband was gone for many hours a day below ground. My labor began, and by the time he got home, I knew something was wrong. I was bleeding and I couldn't get the baby out. I remember holding my husband's hand... he was crying... and the pains began to fade. I slowly drifted away from him as my life ended. Knowing what I know about childbirth now, I'm guessing a placenta previa (placenta covering at least part of the cervix that results in hemorrhage) and maybe a malpositioned baby.
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Another glimpse of a past life included some time as a Chinese peasant in a small Chinese village. I don't have a lot of details about this one. When we saw replicas of the Chinese terra cotta figures at the World's Fair in Vancouver, BC many years ago, I felt a sense of recognition. They had a stone there taken from the Great Wall, and I touched it. I had such a resonance from it.
I have had lifelong affinities for England and Asia. While the Titanic has always appealed to me in a sad way, it could be I happened to be on another sinking ship... maybe the Lusitania or another that I am unfamiliar with. I have always been afraid to go in the water beyond my knees, while at the same time I've been fascinated with it. I also panic when I have anything tight around my neck. I also have a compulsion to pick at myself... whether it is at an injury, or a bug bite or a pimple... I have tried to stop this behavior many times in my life and have always been unsuccessful. I don't know if this stems from a past life or not.
Edited to add other connections to places: Pompeii has also always intrigued me for some reason. I suffer from hay fever allergies in this life that can be almost debilitating on some days, leaving me gasping for breath and difficulties swallowing. Part of me wonders if it may be related to the noxious gases that flowed down the sides of the mountain, engulfing the town. This problem has only worsened as I've gotten older, and the doctors don't have anything that works to relieve it.
Anyway, this is the result of my many years of dabbling with this area of interest. I haven't been able to spend much time with it the past several years due to family stuff, so it is nice to get back to it. I'm writing an article for someone about past lives, and it got me back in the swing of things.
But lives go on. 