Who were you?
Posted 06 August 2005 - 12:47 AM
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Yosei, on Aug 6 2005, 06:39 PM, said:
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When I was first regressed by someone, I remembered a life as an Inuit who was killed by a polar bear who entered my dwelling. I was very angry with my father at that time which continued to this life for not protecting me from the bear. My regressor wanted me to focus on my death because he thought it might be impeding me, but you know what my reponse was? "it's not so bad being dead." I never want to forget that because I believe I was speaking the truth.
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bathory313, on Aug 8 2005, 02:14 AM, said:
Yosei, on Aug 6 2005, 06:39 PM, said:
Not yet. Hard as it may be to believe, it's only fairly recently that it even dawned on me that most people don't react that way to them! I am thinking I might have a go with one of these software or video things people are talking about next time I have a bit extra cash to spare. I'm quite curious about it, now that I've started thinking how odd it is.
Posted 09 August 2005 - 06:44 PM
What was weird to me was that the Scandinavian life came up first because I've never felt any connection to that area of the world. I was expecting Scotland or Egypt or maybe an Asian country but I guess our minds know what we need to know and when.
Posted 13 August 2005 - 03:03 PM
This is something I have believed in since I was a child.
I remember when I was very young I would get down sometimes because I felt like an outsider in my family.
One day when i was much older I was walking up the steps of a church that was located in a pioneer village and I suddenly went into a sort of daydream.
The organ was playing and I could hear children laughing as they ran past me on the steps.
I looked down at my feet and I saw a long brown skirt with little flowers in the pattern flowing over brown lace up boots.
Now I wasn't dressed at all like that.
It was summer and I had shorts and sandles on.
The feeling only lasted a few min. and I was upset when it was gone.
Upon entering that church I felt like I was home I sat there breathing in a familier scent and I wanted to stay in that church forever.
I didn't tell a soul accept my husband and I told him much later.
I knew that I was revisiting a memory from a past life.
I've never owned a pair of boots like those and when I asked my mother she couldn't recall me ever having a skirt like the one I saw.
I have had a few other similar situations and I know they have been past lifes.
I agree with Petunia and I think Everyone of us will have lives where we have been someone of importance or at least very well off I just havn't remembered any of those lives myself.
When both my boys were born I noticed that there would be things that they would remember that had never happened to them.
Alot of people think the child has a active imagination but I believe we remember bits of our past life when we come back for awhile and then we settle into the present life and the past gets lost.
Posted 30 September 2005 - 06:16 AM
He wont let me listen to the tape, nor will he be more forthcoming than saying that I claimed to be of the Roman legion of middle rank, and the rest is not good for me to know; he still stands by that.
This came about as a mutual friend is a curator of a well known museum, and we were allowed a "private" viewing of some artefacts.
When we came to the Roman section, I picked up a Roman short sword (genuine), and had to have the thing pried out of my hot little hand, as I wouldn't relinquish it.
This brought about the session, as I really didn't remember them asking for the sword back, nor did I even register their prescence; but it felt good to have something truly familiar back in my hands again, and I was completely comfortable with it.
Reclaiming the sword was apparently a bit of a challenge, no small part due to the fact that I resisted its' forcefull removal from my person; they're all ex service mates so they could take care of themselves (thank Christ), but it was an effort, and my Psychiatrist friend noted certain changes both physiological and psychological that made him wonder.
Hence the session; I trust his judgement in that I shouldn't know, let's face it, that is what he's trained for; but I can never forget that feeling.
Posted 30 September 2005 - 08:53 AM
I have 2 past life "regression" stories that are very detailed and just... WOW!
Ok. I totally agree that we need to listen to our children talk about things like when they were "big" and that sort of thing. When they are around 2 or 3 and can start stringing words together they are still close enough to the other side that they can drop hints to who they might have been. One that stands out in my mind about one of my own kids is when my oldest daughter was about 2 we saw a long line of antique cars going by in a parade. You know the ones... you had to crank them to start them. All of a sudden and out of the clear blue, my little kiddo shakes her head slowly from side to side and spoke slowly and clearly... "Tsk... they just don't make them the way they used to". We were kind of laughing about that one.
For ME... I've been drawn to two different eras for as long as I can remember. The first being medieval times and the second is ancient Greece. I had a past life reading done and found that I was certainly living in the era of King Arthurs court and I was getting ready to hear that I MYSELF was King Arthur or one of the Knights of the Roundtable... whatever. Just like everyone and their sister was Cleopatra in another life I was waiting to hear which "celebrity" I was. Then I was told that my natural affinity and love for horses stemmed from this period. No... I wasn't a prominant knight... I was a stable boy for one of the knights of the roundtable. That's ok... I'll take it! I also found out that my very best friend in THIS lifetime was my arch enemy in that lifetime and killed me in a very horrific way. This also explains why I cannot handle anything coming anywhere near my face. I literally duck when someone raises their hand near me or if a kid is playing with a toy near my head. Know those big spikey iron balls on a chain? Well I kissed one up close and met my death at the hand of my now best friend during battle. (This is why I believe with all my heart that we have soul famililies that we incarnate with each time we are here on earth)
This next experience is one that I'm going through NOW. I just bought a new car. I'm sitting across the desk from the general manager at the dealer... an aquaintance of the afformentioned best friend in the previous story. (see the link already?) As I'm sitting there watching him do his magic to get me out of the nightmare deal I was already locked into, I can't help but stare at him. I know him. I know those eyes. My heart is pounding out of my chest. Keep in mind that I'm happily married with 3 kids at home. Who is this man and why do I feel an intense love for him? He's 18 years my senior. He's talking to me but I don't hear anything he's saying. I nod my head and sign on the dotted line a few times. His voice makes my soul vibrate with this feeling that I've never felt before. I look at his last name on his desk thingy. It's a greek last name. My thoughts begin to swirl while I'm still in his office. How can I just barely meet someone and know that I'm deeply in love with them? I have to stop this silliness. We finish the car deal and after some chit chat, he shakes my hand and give me and my best friend friendly hugs. I almost fall to my knees. Fast forward a little bit. Now by some strange turn of events we're chatting on the phone because we've become friends too. I keep my feelings and thoughts to myself. It's all I can do not to tell him how I feel. During these 2 weeks, I'm not sleeping at all. It's like I'm supposed to be figuring something out, but I can't put my finger on it. I tell my other friend who does past life readings about this and we decide to give it a whirl. Just as soon as we begin, we both slip into Ancient Greece and see a woman standing there. (we do this often and have gotten so good at it that both of us can see the same images). Long story short, this woman (who was ME) tells us her name. We cannot understand it, but it sounds like "Ma-hee" something. She shows us her husband who was killed by being speared in battle right through the chest. She's incredibly heartbroken and has a child standing at her side. A little girl. This was my husband..... and the man I just met through the car experience. When I saw him turn around and take a spear through the chest, he had the SAME EYES as this man I just met and witnessing this experience almost made me vomit.... and brought tears to my eyes immediately. It was a horrible site to see and I wish it on nobody. We've obviously become close friends now and I told him my story. Not only did he tell me that he had the SAME feelings towards me, but he came right out and asked me if the woman's name was "Mahi". I cried. He said that "Mahi" is a name he has always known and never knew why. Like that isn't enough, he also told me that when he was 2, he almost drowned in a pool. A woman came down and pulled him out and told him that she'd always watch over him and keep him safe. She told him her name and it's the same name as the little girl in the regression.... his (our) daughter. During recent meditations, I have found out what his name used to be as well as his murderer. I was just about to tell him the name of the man that killed him and he cut me short by asking, "Was it ______?" I almost fell off my chair. He nailed it. I asked where he got that name from and he said that name just came to him and he didn't know where he'd heard it before. Remember.... these aren't normal "Bob or John" names... they're names from Ancient Greece. Hard to just pull out of thin air. He still sees this "angel" as he calls her when he's in trouble or sick or whatever, so I know she is his special spirit guide in this incarnation and as promised, never leaves his side. Yes, I love him with a love that is unexplainable. I always will.
That's my story. Thanks for letting me share.
Posted 01 October 2005 - 02:34 AM
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