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Past Life Memories Forum

Do you believe that you can recall a past life? If so we'd love to hear about it. Tell us all about it on this thread - and tell us also why you believe your dream or recall is true. Perhaps it's just a deep felt conviction, or maybe there's some proof you've had that proves that your expereince is real. And are there things that have happened to you in this life that make you wonder that you've lived before?

Share your spontaneous or past life dream experiences here.


See also the section of our website about Past lives and reincarnation:
http://www.psychics.co.uk/pastlives

[chp]

Past Life Memories...

To get this thread started here is an extract from a recent interview I did about dreams and reincarnation with a South African Newspaper:

Craig Hamilton-Parker, medium and author of Remembering Your Dreams, and Hidden Meaning of Dreams , says some dreams may even be ?windows? into past lives. ?Nobody knows for certain why we dream but we all dream every night. It is my belief that dreams unlock the hidden part of ourselves and reveal our secret wishes and desires. In addition dreams give us access to area of the mind that has immediate intuitive knowledge of the past, present and future. There are no limits to the human mind's ability to generate an infinite abundance of dreams but amongst this mass of imagery are a few common dreams that happen to almost everybody.

"Have you ever dreamed of falling, being chased or dreamed of losing your teeth? Most people have. Dreams like this are part of shared human experience that cross the cultural divides. They remind up perhaps that we are there is only one race ? the race of humanity.

"There are certain dreams you are likely to have had that cannot be explained away as symbolism, metaphor, or allegory. In my own dream records I have cases I am convinced are about past lives. For example, I had many dreams about being a shaven-headed monk when I was a child. At the time I had never heard of Tibet or the doctrine of reincarnation. In particular I would have a dream about walking around in a circle on what looked like high walled tower. Together with other monks, I chanted mantras. The scenery was spectacular. I would awaken feeling tremendously inspired.

"I have also had recurring dreams about dying of exposure near a dried-up riverbed, which I now believe to be the source of the Yellow River in Mongolia, a place where there were many Tibetan monasteries. Although I do not follow the Buddhist way today, I feel that Tibetan wisdom and teachings still influence me.

"Perhaps the strangest past life dream I had was about being chased from behind by raging dogs. A small group of people and I are near a castle. Our way is blocked by a moat. As the dogs catch up with us, soldiers start attacking us from behind with swords. There is a lot of noise and commotion. I can smell fire and blood. I feel a terrible pain in the back of my neck. There is searing pain, then nothing.

"When I met my wife, Jane, who is also a medium, we talked about our dreams and were amazed to discover that we had this same dream in common ? right down to the smallest detail. Neither of us knows the historical time period it relates to, although it hints at the Medieval era, when mediums were persecuted as witches. It could of course all be fantasy, except that Jane, myself, and our daughter Danielle each have the same brown birth mark at the top of the neck just under the hairline. Perhaps we three are beheaded soul mates??

[turrisi]

I had a very remarkable dream. I think it could be from a past life.
I would like to know your opinion about it.

So, here is the description of my dream:

I came from school and I had to catch the bus to my home village, which is about 45 minutes traveling. I had to start working at 15.00 PM in a supermarket of my home village (I work there in my real life as well).
I walked very fast and I knew: I?ve already lost the first bus. I could get the second bus (which normally departs at 14.18 PM in real life.). But in my dream I looked at the timetable and it said the bus would depart at 14.83 PM.
So, in my dream I thought the bus would never depart, because that time doesn?t exist.
Then I decided to find another bus, so I could go as fast as possible back to my village.
For this, I had to go to the bus station (the first bus stop was close to my school).
I stole a bike and cycled to the bus station.
Once I arrived there, I saw there wasn?t a single bus in the station, but I could look at the timetables and the places they where departing to.
I found out that bus number 83 (which doesn?t exist in real life) was going to Warniere, but first it would stop in my village.
Strangely when I read the name ?Warniere?, there appeared an image on a gray wall (like some walls of old churches). It was a simple stone sculpture of woman sitting on a chair with 3 ***** on her lap and a very pointy hat on her head. Next to it was the name ?Warniere? written in huge letters. I thought: This is obviously from the Middle Ages?.
I immediately thought: ?Oh no, I mustn?t step in this bus.?
I thought I would forget to step out in my village and I would go all the way to Warniere. Which I thought it was in a foreign country far from my home. (By the way: I live in Holland).
I thought I couldn?t phone and ask my mom to pick me up, because it would be impossible.
Then I decided to search for another bus. But I saw a piece of paper.
It was a warning, saying that the bus station was being rebuild, so the busses would depart from the shopping center of the town.
That explained why there wasn?t a single bus in there. Suddenly I looked around and I was surrounded by dark walls, like if the place was really being rebuild. (Actually if I think about it, it looked like a creepy dark room, with absolutely nothing inside of it).
As I knew I couldn?t step in a bus in there, I went to the shopping center of the town.
I was walking through a grass field with some trees. (In real life this doesn?t exist between the bus station and the shopping center).
Suddenly a bunch of horses and dogs came in my opposite direction. I had to ran to the side, so they wouldn?t crash against me. The horses were extremely fast and some dogs wanted to attack me. I was angry and I shouted to the men ridding on the horses. I asked them what the hell they where doing?
One of the men answered me, he said the dogs wouldn?t attack me. He said those dogs were only used to hunt. So those men on the horses where hunting.
(By the way the horses where dark brown and black and the men had pale faces, but black hairs and dark brown eyes.)
I went away, still angry. Finally I arrived at the shopping center and there was only one single bus stop: number 83, which was going to Warniere.
So, I decided to wait for the bus, but I forced myself to remind of stepping out in my home village. I didn?t wanted to go to Warniere. I thought if would go there, I would never come back.

Then I woke up. The first thing I reminded was the name ?Warniere?, which sounded French to me. I never heard about Warniere.
Then I remembered the image of the woman sitting on a chair with a very pointy long hat on her head and 3 ***** on her laps. I remembered I thought it was from the Middle Ages. But know I wasn?t sure, because I never saw something like that before.
Then I remembered bus number 83 was going to Warniere.
After this, I remembered the rest of my dream.

I though maybe the place Warniere really existed so I typed it out on google. Actually it was a family name from France. Warniere had a family wapon, and actually the name was ?de Warniere?, so I know they where rich and they did existed in the Middle Ages. So I kind of freaked out.
Then I searched when woman used pointy hats and I discover they used it in France between 1450 and 1500 (the late Middle Ages).
So I thought about bus number 83 and the other bus which would depart at 14.83 and I thought that was probably a year.
In 1483 Charles VIII became king of France and a few years after he began a war against Italy.

So, this was my conclusion: I probably was a knight from the family ?de Warniere?, which lived in 1483 in France. (I thought this because I always liked swords and movies about War. I like to see blood in movies). So I thought I probably wasn?t a woman in that life.
I think I dreamed about 1483, because Charles VIII became king, and I probably died in the War against Italy.
By the way, my best and favorite subject at school always had been French and Warniere is a French name.

[faeriestarre]

hi,
i had an interesting experience once and although i didnt believe in past lives before, im now more open to the idea..
During a meditation at my local spiritualist church i found myself in a tiny room with pale walls, no furniture and wooden floorboards. There was one door, and when i tried it, it was locked. There was also one window which was quite small. Without climbing up i could see other parts of what was obviously a very large stately house. I could hear a commotion outside so i climbed up to look out of the window. I could see a large tree in the courtyard/garden and could see 3 men hauling another man over a branch on a rope. He was calling desperately to me and knew where i was, and i could feel the pain, the separation, and the guilt that this was my fault. He was obviously a servant from his clothing, and from the emotions i experienced, obviously my soulmate/lover. I was heartbroken, no one would answer my screams and the door was locked. I felt wretched. I remember looking down at my beautiful dress and shoes and thinking to myself "what is my finery worth if i cant have my happiness, my love?"

Strangely enough, i had previously met a man in real-life. When i first met him i was inexplicably drawn to him. I remember looking into his eyes and feeling as though i knew him from somewhere, he felt familiar. I wasnt physically attracted to him in anyway, just knew that something was there that i had never experienced before - some kind of link. After some time we actually did become lovers and unfortunately it ended up in much the same way as my vision during the meditation.
Am not sure if both experiences were linked, and perhaps my meditation was influenced by losing someone under such circumstances, but from personal experience wen i meditate i am not aware of my everyday life and the experience seemed so real that i can actually feel the emotions i experienced now as im typing! It also seems strange that it was the same person and he ended up passing in much the same way. I didnt link both experiences until recently and although im still not entirely convinced about past lives, it does feel to me like a circle of events going around and around and recurring. Obviously i am only going by my own personal emotions/feelings and to me it all felt very real, i was also conscious so wasnt a dream. Does anyone think this could be linked to past lives/experiences and that they could be linked to our lives/paths now?

[sporge]

This is one dream I had that I felt was more real than most of my dreams. In this dream I was on a beach with sandy shores and dark black rocky cliffs. It was like I was part of a tribe there, and we were about to have a meal of fruits, strange thing about the fruits was I knew they were there but I can't remeber them clearly. I know one I considered my favorite food, and can almost taste it, sweet and a little sour, but I cannot place a name of image with it. the oter weird part of it was I reconised one person within the dream as being someone I only partialy know in my life now. In the dream I saw a flash of this persons face but then it faded and I didn't se anyone else's face through the rest of the dream. This person in the dream I felt was a kind understanding person, which was the first impression I had of him when I first met him in this life. He still is a good person but somehow I felt sad to find him full of anger now. It is weird but I kept getting the feeling that it wasn't like him to be so angry. The only other thing weird about the dream is the place I was at. While it was a beach I know I have never been at in this life, it felt like home. Does this seem to you to be a possible look into a past life?

[Lora316K]

Had an odd dream while semi-awake. The dream felt very real, like it was happening to me at that moment even though I knew that I was in bed. I was in the room with a man. He was talking on the phone while getting dressed, I think with the his back to me. I riched for a knife. Thats when I woke up very scared. When I woke up my hand was curled like I picked something up. I think I had really hated him in the dream. There where no detail to this dream, so I don't know what the room looked like or the man in it. All I know is that I don't know him in the waking life.

I had a dream close to this one when I was in highschool. I was in the parking lot. All cars there where blck in color the kind that people drove after World Wor II. There was a man there that I was in love with, but he was marring my best frind. I was running after him and telling him how much I love him. I remember I said "I did it all for you." I knew it was something terrible like a murder. I knew in the dream that he was a businessmen and had a partner to whome I think I was married. I also remember thinking that my best friend didn't like her fiance, that she stole him from me to hurt me. Well anyway I didn't see the man's face as he was walking away fast in disgust. There was a feeling of dread like something bad was going to happen. I woke up very scared and guilty. I really would like to know what it means.

Also had odd experience when I was in highschool. I never told anyone, because I was afraid that people will think I am crazy or just laugh at me. I was just day dreaming, don't remember what about, but when I snapped out of it my hand was raised like I was about to hit someone. It seemed to match both dreams. I hope someone can help me with it.

Thank you,

Lora

[trish101]

THE GLADIATORS taught me how to fight with strength. Roman times. My mother always told me my mouth flapped like the wind. I use to fight through the house like the wind and leave ever thing open like my mind when my brother returned from the died. My brother was one birth that is equivalent to about fifteen in roman times. they did years by seasons.my brother He died in the ring of the gladiators in training so father said. Dishonored death I was told.other things through this I have not put in as not sure. So I stopped after that and continued on in life till I meet the gladiators.
I snuck though the buildings one day to watch them fight. I was angry at life and walk in to area to give them a piece of my mind. I was a young woman that challenged their masculinity with my flapping tongue. I told them that I didn?t like the way they fought with evil intent and that they should learn from me in wisdom . In my anger I didn?t see the looks of in the men?s eyes until later in my embarrassment. You shouldn?t be doing this, it wrong, I said in a strong voice. they where inquisitive as they watch me. You killed to many men and that you should stop. They laugh an said show us then. I stood back and looked startled. Woo what just hit me I thought. I started to back up. They kept staring. I almost past out. My heart was pound and I know that I was in trouble as they where a lot bigger then I. They started laugh out loud and jibbing me with word. Little woman ?lies fly from you lips like they village mother.I stood my ground and looked tall. A lot of the men had Open mouth mescaline grins. The leader come up to me and towered over me by about two feet. In my imagination it was about two of my feet higher. I looked straight ahead at his chest and though of taboo males that my mother had told me about. Men where out of bounds unless married in a temple. I stood taller for my short height and thought ?now I?m in trouble?. it was as if he was trying not to smile, with in my self I got that feeling any way. Only then did I follow his body up to his face. He was very serious. I looked in awe at his face and the god spoke. ?You want to be a gladiator?. ?Ahh? I want to go home I though to myself. He smiled and took my shoulder and moved me to the others and gave me a sword and shouted fight. One sword in front of my came up and I gapped and didn?t know what to do. I was glad that I had gone to releive my self earlier as I didn't want to believe the out come.As one doesn?t know what might have happen after this. . I stood there getting more frighten by the minute. They let me of the baited hook as their male ego was restored. And I was told to return the next time I passed.
I died a gladiator at about 20 years from thigh wound. My name was some thing like siselian

[SCORPIAN WOMAN]

I have a vague feeling I was a prostitute in london around the time of Jack the Ripper - I don't think I was attached to him in anyway just think I was probably aware of him. I wasfond of Gin and hung around dodgy pubs hmm I work in sexual health in this life I wonder if that is the link!

[Gina]

Years ago when I was a teenager, I remeber visiting two seperate places, York and Robin Hoods Bay. In both of these places I knew my way around, knew where things were and felt most comfortable there? Has anyone any ideas on this one, was this a past life or is it memories somehow passed down through your genes?

[Xenon]

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