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For those who believe in Reincarnation....

What, or who, do you think you were before this life??

And...Do you think the way you are now has anything to do with who you were...
For example...If you are chlaustrophobic now, could that mean that in your past life, maybe you were a child locked in a wardrobe all the time???

I've gone through some past life regression and interestingly one of the things that came up in one of my own past lives was that I lived in Ireland and was a teacher there apparently firmly rooted in Celtic culture. I also have had some spiritual connection in another past age of my existence where I apparently was a guide, so I'd have to say that yes, I have the firm belief that people can be influenced greatly in their life by what has come before. Soulful memory doesn't carry the same cellular character at all, and what we have experienced in past lives I have no doubt is a part of who and what we are and how we experience and react to matters of our current life as it relates to a complete soulful whole.

Great topic!

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Allin>

With the most successful regression, I discovered a lot of the major people in my life now were also in my most recent past life...We ended up putting the surroundings and some details into the WWI era. Though I haven't researched the historical details in it, I do believe that I where I live now (near an Army base) might have something to do with a lesson or something that I need to relearn from that previous life.

On others, I apparently was a teacher or childcare provider in France. I remember a lot of children running around and what appeared to be a school type setting which might have to do with my underlying fear of failure as a teacher in this life...

So I do hold it in the back of my mind that it is very likely that someone may be influenced by something in their past lives. I agree with Allin. The soul has a different memory, a different way of working (if you will) that our bodies so... I tend to think of it as our bodies can only hold so many memories in the forefront so that's why our past lives are repressed so deeply.

I do believe that my past live has affected this one is a sort of ways.  These are just thoughts I have of what I was before I became Lindsay.

I do think that I was a man of some kind of wealth that was surrounded by women constantly. I have dreams all the time that I have the organ of a male (I know it freaks me out!!!!) In this past life I also think that I was depressed to some extent. There is really a lot more than that about this past life that I have felt deeply, but do not wish to write about.

There are a few of those experiences from that life that have affected this one. I am a very sexual person and have suffered from a degree of depression for really no reason at all. I feel very drawn to the other side of the world, to learn about it. Egypt the most but, also Ireland draws me into the culture.

I haven't done any past life regression, I didn't need to. I constantly have visions and some of them are about my past lives...I know that I once was a man living in Egypt and I also lived in Germany and England around the 16oo. I think I actually was awakened when living in England and I was executed for this, accused of witchcraft. I think they made me drown, hence my terrible fear of water in this life.

I remember a lot of them, however I think they are very personal thing...

I also witnessed that speaking about them is not only a source of social stigma but also makes people uncomfortable!

 I believe in past lives about 50/50, I think it's very probable but to actually know if you had past lives is so hard to tell. It would seem easy to associate a personal intense fear with the explanation of a past life experiance, such as myself really disliking going out on the ocean on any kind of boat yet I've never had a truly bad experiance of that nature.

For me to distinguish a past life of fragment of imagination is really simple!

If it look like memory but there is no way I could ever have that memory there is a great chance it is past live (or future maybe ...) Anyway then there is the research part, did I ever be in contact with that kind of material (through, book through TV or cinema?)  If not well there is greater chance that it is, and then sometime when it is possible some extended research about that memory (names, if there is any, period, architecture place ext ...)  But the real test is does that memory contain feeling, pain pleasures etc ... What is the degree of realism .

As a rules of thumb anything but strait recall is discarded.

I remember, the point is that it is a memory (and usually almost anyone can make the difference between memory and imagination, it doesn't test the same...) and as all memory, there are bad memory for sure, but also great and good ones and also totally mundane too!

Before, I was several people. I started in the time of Hatshepsut, I think. The most vivid past life vision I've remembered is I was in some primitive tribe in what is now Ireland, and was given the death sentence for something I did not do. The death was carried out in such a way that they forcibly drugged me and then did whatever. I only remember that they failed twice before finally getting me.

I have fears of being falsely accused and of being buried alive. Coincidence?

  Purely curiousity, but can you give any examples of memories you've had that have made you believe in your past life/lives? I'm not trying to disprove your beliefs at all, I'm just wondering because since I've read this thread I can't recall any sort of memory that would make me think I had past lives - although I think I use to be somewhat convinced that I had at least a few lives prior.

I usually do not speak about it, let alone post those things, but for a reason that elude me I will, even if I will stay vague...

Well one thing is that I remember having a talk with a certain person. You know memory, talking about stuff, but there is no way I could have, cause that was way before my time!.

I also remembered a ceremony when I was companion, that I had no way to know during this life time. I even asked my master, it surprised him too, it did create me trouble because companion are very very secretive bunch... and they even accused me of spying, which led to my dismissal soon after...

I also remember my second killing me in front of my burning ship!!! After a mutiny. I remember the felling of treason, the disbelieve, the sharp pain in my left side as the second used his knife... I remember struggling to fight back...  I remember the feeling of lose when I saw my ship burning, the anger.... I also remember my name, and who I was,... (partially).

I also remember when I  did go to Athene, how life was in those time (antic Greece) like in a movies ...

I remember all of it, the same way I remember having taken my shower this morning , or my 19 birth day.  (that is from a identity view point.)

One point of interest is that I recall a lot of death, far more that everyday memory, like past death are easier to recall...

When I speak of my past life to my bestfriend she is very understanding, but she does magic and is a pagan. Other people I speak to of it makes them uncomfortable and haunted in a way by my presence. I remember from Dejavu to dreams, and if the person I know now was in them I can tell them what they were as well. I was around during the 1850's, when the change was happening. A lot of blaming towards witch craft and magic. A lot of people suffered, was burned, and mortality was at the highest of its existance. I was very young woman, and I had a mother and a friend. There was a secret society of elders that delt with magic. Stories of vampires were whispering into the towns and near by cities and finally reached to my family. I remember walking down a cobble stone pathway in London and my love was waiting for me with open arms, it was slightly raining, and he held me in his arms. Then in a part in my life there was a time were the Elders were called out to tell the society to evacuate the city for the burnings were comming, I believe I was a vampire in my past life, that of the child I am today, our family was secret until old legends became that of a horrific death. Hands cut off, garlic by the door, burials with the corps facing towards the ground. After they told us to leave I said goodbye to everyone I held so dear to my heart, what was left of it, and set sale to a new world. I remember on that ship, night cold as ice washing through my hair, and I remember the sadness of leaving, and hatred I felt for all that was killing us and others. It is painful to think of such things, but I sleep not that often, but when I do I regret every second of sleep that is casted over me.

I remember many past lives, some more vividly then others. The more vivid ones are the ones harder to dismiss as fancy or fantasy. I have a creative mind and I like to write so often times I double myself when I remember things.

But some things have been hard to dismiss. I had a vivid dream that I was a woman named Aesa married to a man named Eirik. We had three children. An eldest son, a middle son and a daughter. The eldest boy had black hair like his father. The youngest had red hair and the girl had blonde like her mother (me). I remember a great deal of that life time including how we all died. I had originated from another area that we haven't been able to track down but we sailed to his home land.

The reason I am less conflicted on this past life is that I met the man that was Eirik which is now his middle named spelled more modern. He turned around to me one day, without me ever having spoken or written about my dream to ANYONE, and called me Aesa. We dated for 8 years and he did this after about 1 year. We are still friends but we have both changed over a very long time frame. While we are close, we are too different now.

Many things that I remembered were later confirmed through study of that time frame and by comparing our memories with history in various place. We are pretty sure that it was in Friesland. We have mostly guessed at the spelling of our names back then.

There is more I remember but that one is more pronounced. I've been a slave, a dress maker, a cliff diver (died), and pretty sure I've been a man a few times.

I remember my most recent past life in great detail. I was having a conversation with my boyfriend when he said that I suddenly blanked out.
 I was born in Pasadena, Texas in 1940 to well off parents. I graduated from Pasadena High School in 1957. My graduation gift from my parents was a red and white 1957 Corvette convertible. In 1958, I was driving to our summer house to meet someone. This house was in the Maine area. I had on a black skirt, white blouse and black and white saddle shoes. My hair was in a ponytail. I could actually feel the wind in my hair.
 All of a sudden the scene switched to a residential street where the trees were growing to meet over the road. All the lawns were manicured and the whole area was beautiful.
 Then I was driving up a road to our house. It was built on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. The furniture inside had sheets covering it. Against the far wall, opposite the door was a staircase. Slightly to the right, opposite of the door, was a balcony. This balcony was built over the water. When you looked down, you could see the sea crashing onto the rocks below.
 I was on this balcony, waiting for whoever I was supposed to meet. There was a noise behind me. I turned expecting to see the one I was meeting, only it wasn't them. I had time to ask this man what he was doing there, when he pushed me off the balcony.
 Then I came back to the present to the concerned look on my boyfriend's face. I believe the man that pushed me, was in my now life. We never got along even though he was my husband's best friend. He was the right age, height, build everything. I believe he sort of knew who I was. Maybe he didn't understand it, but I did.

 Sorry this is so long. The memories are still fresh as the day I saw and felt all this. That was 1974.

Past lives is the only thing I can use to explain some of my dreams. Either that or I am picking up residual energy of places from people who have traveled. I've never had a past life regression. A friend of mine and I did visit a tarrot reader, and his reading went fine. Mine on the other hand was very short and ended abruptly. He was telling me about the past waiting to return, and started to talk about something long ago. Than he just stopped and said he couldn't continue the reading and I should go on my way. Basically he kicked us out and shut the door on my face. I guess it was ok because he didn't charge me for the reading. Since than I never really sought any further. I guess I don't want to know. It freaked me out a little, so maybe it's better not to mess with.

I have some very clear memories that haunt me and are definitely not from this time and age. I checked on some data I knew about and it turned out I was correct on quite a few things I couldn't possibly know about.
To this day I'm very careful to call it actual reincarnation though, because there could be other things at work. It feels like those memories are my own but maybe it's "passed on" to me because of an important lesson I should learn. Maybe, because of my sensitivity to energy, I pick up residues of people who have lived...I don't know. Maybe I should just accept the possibility of reincarnation. :lol:

What disturbs me most are the usually violent deaths; In three 'lifes' I was a soldier and did not make it to the end of the war always leaving a loved one behind. I therefore absolutely hate war with a passion and think it's useless although there is also a small part of me that feels strangely attracted to it.
The 'life' that I remembered first and is the most vivid one is being a confederate in the civil war. I knew dates and locations and even company numers; really freaky. Now if I would have been American this could have made some sense but I'm as Dutch as tulips and windmills and never had any interest in American history.

It also explains why I freak out when watching war-movies. It just gives me the creeps, especially when there are old fashioned cannons in there; I start sweating like a pig. I'm also very sensitive to loud noises; if somebody lights a firecracker near me I almost get a heart-attack and want to jump to the ground or punch that person.

I just don't like talking about it because most of those memories are very painful and I feel like a nutcase.

I'm not all that sure if I believe in reincarnation, but I know people who do. I'd like to believe it, though. I went to a holistic doctor a while back because I was having some problems with agoraphobia and things like that, and he was telling me how he believed that before this life that I was someone of importance who was kidnapped and locked away for many years, indicating my reason for all the agoraphobia and the unknown reasons to my anxiety attacks and panic. I didn't know how to really take that... but make of it what you wish!

I'm not sure if I believe in reincarnation or not. With most experiences, I've tried to reason away why I might be thinking, feeling or remembering these certain things. I mean, I've tried to find other plausible reasons for them and not just reincarnation.

I've heard about memory being stored in DNA, and that could make sense.. if it is actually true. Or maybe it's just psychic energy of some kind passed down through generations somehow. Or maybe I'm picking up on some kind of consciousness from around the world... or maybe some people's vibrations (past or present even) are more in tune to me and I pick up these vibes like they are my own?
Sometimes, now I don't want to sound crazy, but sometimes it's really just like I house several people, I mean we're all... me... but it's like, no, it's a bunch of people that are all me. I know that sounds crazy, but that's how I feel. I never feel alone either, I am always 'with' myself, and... I could probably explain away all these things as something else, so I am hesitant to say it's reincarnation.
With reincarnation, would you really see it and experience it with your brain? If it was just your soul, wouldn't it just be an energy feeling or something else? OK maybe I have  idea what I'm taking about right now...

Anyway, there are some instances (and some have been very recent) where a picture or smell or something will bring me back instantly. I won't necessarily have an entire memory really, it's more like I have a picture of being in a certain place, and the feelings/emotions and everything else are SO strong that on the one hand I want to stay and revel in the eerie moment (eerie because it is so familiar) but on the other hand it is so intense that I don't know if I can handle it.
It is like, I missed this other me and that life SO MUCH that staying in this memory and moment is just... it's exciting and happy, but I can NEVER get enough, and it's too intense... so then I try to not think of it.

Like, most of these memories or whatever they are, have to do with places around the area of Hungary/Romania/Slovakia places like this... (I live in Canada, and have never been to any of these places) just thinking about it now is like woah...  just get very strong senses, like I'm still a girl but I'll be standing by a house, or in a room or graveyard or forest, and everything  is so real... like at first I take it for granted but I know that I've never really been there... but I get overly excited because of how I feel, and how it's so familiar, like achingly familiar... which is why I then am torn between staying in this memory/strong feeling, or ignoring it sort of.
And it's not always a memory of what I would think a place like this would be. I mean, I have heard stories of vampires from Transylvania, say... and that does intrigue me now, but these memories are not like that. They're like, crappy houses even, and worn paths with weeds and mountains, eeeeh... but I will see a picture of one of these places and all of the sudden I'm in one of my memories. or of course, I will randomly run into something where I live, like the way a friends house looks or a smell or a piece of jewellry, and I'll be in a place like that...  and it will be so strong.

I'm not sure, the mind is a powerful and wonderful thing. Maybe it can take stimuli and things from my childhood and weave strong, intense feelings and images when I'm introduced to certain things, and so they trigger "memories" and so on... who knows. But even while I write this I don't know if that can be true, because it's not really ME me in these feelings but like, a different older me, I don't know if I'd say a truer me, but another me which is very much at the core of a part of me... ok I give up trying to explain.
All I know is that some of my family is from Poland, and a whole lot from Germany, and it's very possible that my fathers side is from other places and people migrate anyway... so maybe these are memories of theirs? Or psychic energy of some sort that I am picking up? Or I really have like... other consciousnesses or me's in... me? But I a way I think we're all the same, so... maybe this is me experiencing other versions of everyone?


Ok. please excuse me if I am not making a whole lot of sense. I tried!! All this stuff is just very confusing sometimes...

This is an interesting topic.  I've never gone through a past life regression or anything like that, but since I have been  a child I've had the same vivid dream about being a peasant girl in England in the 1600's and hanged as a witch.   The dream always starts out in a jail cell and ends with me and another woman being led to execution.  The dream never varies, it's always the same people, the same location, and I wake up when the lever is pulled.  According to my mother the dream started when I was 3, and I still have it about once a month.  I really don't know if this is a memory of another life, or somehow just something my mind has created and has held on to all these years.  It would be interesting to find out, but honestly I'm a little nervous to do so since I'm afraid it would increase the frequency of the dreams.