Anybody remember past lives from "recent" eras?

[MorningGlow]

Usually when we hear about other people's past life recollections, they're from centuries ago (and I have plenty of those of my own). It seems I hardly ever hear about past lives from the 20th century. But I've often suspected that a lifetime of mine ended in the early '60s, and I turned right around and jumped into a body again.

I was born in 1966. I missed Beatlemania, the hippie era (I was too little to know about it), and all that cool stuff. However, even as a child and then a teenager, I was obsessed with England in the "swinging '60s", especially London, the Beatles, etc. Movies from that era, like Alfie, fascinate me. When I went to London in '86, fulfilling a longstanding dream of mine, and my friends and I ended up in a grubby tea shop near Covent Garden that hadn't been renovated since the '50s, I was in heaven. I truly thought the sight of the green linoleum and chipped mugs was going to teleport me back any second. I have watched the British miniseries Sex, Chips, and Rock 'n' Roll, which is about two teen sisters living in 1965, more times than I can count. I just...identify with it all.

I've always gotten the feeling that I had a very vibrant youth in England--that I was born in the '40s there, enjoyed and envied American rock 'n' roll in the '50s (something else I loved as a child in my present lifetime), and then completely embraced the "mod" lifestyle of the early '60s when I was in my 20s. I strongly suspect my life was cut short in the mid-'60s. When I was born into a new body, it seemed I picked up where I left off and continued to love fashion, music--even boys! I wanted to be a hippie when that would have been the next logical phase for me in my previous life. When I was 4 or 5, I begged my mom for bell bottoms and peasant tops and suede boots (she refused and dressed me in polyester and cut my hair short, instead :puke: ).

I know lifetimes aren't linear and time is relative, but I can't help but wonder about this one, because I truly pine for an era in which I technically never lived...

[Punkingal]

1. Roaring 20's for me.

I love the clothes, the music, the cars, everything about it. This year I am going to dress as a flapper for Halloween.

Strangely I have never sought knowledge of this particular lifetime, even though I am a past-life regressionist. It has never come up in my studies of previous lives, but my feeling is it was a happy life.

[MorningGlow]

4. Oh yeah that's a good one

I also have a strong feeling about WWI. I always appreciated WWI poets and then became obsessed with it for a while after I was in the musical Oh What A Lovely War. The later years of Upstairs Downstairs are good for reconnecting with both WWI era and Roaring 20s.

Do you think you don't feel the need to delve into your life then BECAUSE it was a happy one? In other words, when we have an "easy" lifetime, we can recall it fondly, but not feel the need to analyze it because it was just a fun break, not a pivotal lifetime?

[Punkingal]

7. Exactly that....

Maybe an earned break, a breather, or just being happy and having to leave that happiness early for karmic reasons. I think it was a short one, like early 20's.

[Sanity Claws]

2. I recall a scene from around 1910 or so

where I was riding a train with 3 others. I'm guessing the date from the way we were dressed.

[MorningGlow]

6. I have always been able to tell an era by the clothes I "see"

Some people call it an interest; I call it first-hand experience.
:rofl:

Served me well in my theater years--I was a costumer as well as an actor.

[Sanity Claws]

10. I'd love to hear more about the clothes you saw

The most vivid images I have is a past life from around 1810 to 1870 or so. I did a past life regression and clearly saw what I was wearing, including hats. Later I did research on clothes for that time era because the visions really piqued my interest.

[MorningGlow]

11. I just kind of "know" what year it is by the clothes I see

Hats, like you said. The cut of a woman's dress, the length of a dress. The style of a man's coat, or whether he's even wearing one or not (cultural differences, like in the Napoleonic and Victorian eras a gentleman wouldn't be caught dead without one on), etc.

Clothes are a really easy way to pinpoint a year, as they change so often. I can usually peg it to the decade just by what I see, and then I have to do more research to get the exact year (small subtleties make the difference).

[Punkingal]

3. By the way....

Dick Sutphen, a past-life regressionist and author, who I was lucky enough to study with, has a theory about parallel lives, which could explain your feelings. Have you read any of his books?

[MorningGlow]

5. No, I haven't

They sound interesting, though. Which ones do you recommend? :hi:

[Punkingal]

8. They are all very good...

You should start with the first one, "You Were Born Again To Be Together." The one that really gets into parallel lives is "Past Lives, Future Loves." I would read the first one to be ready for the second one.

He has a website, dicksutphen.com. I think you can order them there.

During a regression he did with me, I tapped into a parallel of a middle-aged man in southern Ohio, I think Cinncinati. His name was Phillip and he was a businessman. That was about all I got from it, although I felt a warmth toward him. To tell the truth, while I believe it is possible, I don't feel a compelling need to explore that particular area for myself. In your case though, I would encourage it, because of the strong feelings you have.

[MorningGlow]

13. I will check them out--thanks!

I have done several regressions--once as a "guinea pig" demo for my coven (I was a tanner in a Germanic town perhaps 1600s--fat wife, lots of kids!) and many on my own. I have discovered quite a few underlying reasons for the relationships I have/had in this lifetime.

Perhaps the most startling one came unbidden. I was a teacher, and I felt an affinity for a student--there was just a connection there that I didn't have with the others. No, it wasn't improper! :rofl: But he always knew what I was thinking--even a "surprise" lesson plan--and it was unsettling. Anyway, one afternoon I was doing a general meditation, and then I saw the entire life I spent with him--it came in completely unbidden. We were in Spain, in the 1700s. I was petite, and so cute! I had light brown hair that fell in a ringlet over my left shoulder. We were married; I was pregnant. He truly loved me but had a violent temper when he drank. When he sobered up, he was in absolute agony that he ever laid a finger on me. Quite tortured. A mixed bag of a lifetime, that one. I remember seeing myself in labor and I remember his utter rapture at seeing our baby. I can't recall if he "reformed" after the baby was born. I have the account in a journal; I should look it up...

[SheilaT]

9. I have had a series of

recurring dreams that have led me to be convinced that I died in the Holocaust. The dreams did not start until I was an adult and had already been very fascinated by it, by stories of the concentration camps and the like. In my dreams -- and they are all rather different from each other so I don't think any of them are a direct memory -- I am trying to protect someone younger than me who I always clearly understand is my youngest brother in this lifetime. Invariably we are killed. When I first started having these dreams I thought it was a strange manifestation of my interest in that era, but as they happened over a long period of years, I have come to the conclusion that they're triggered by what actually happened.

And then there's this odd memory I've always had, that involved being under a wooden something like (what do you call boards hammered together like a fence or a raft, but not being used as either one of those?) and rocks being piled on top. I was alongside a man I understand to be my father in this lifetime. I have always been puzzled by that memory, and it's a very brief one. Then, several years ago I read of something called "pressing" in which people were put under a wooden thingy like I described and rocks piled on top until they died.

[MorningGlow]

14. Gracious! That must be intense.

Yes, it's like the chicken or the egg--are we interested in an era and so start connecting with it, or do we feel a connection with an era because we remember it? I tend to think it's the latter.

The very minute you mentioned the palette and the rocks I knew you had been "pressed"!! That was a commonly used test of witchcraft.

[SheilaT]

32. There's no emotion connected to

the "memory" of being pressed. It's just this odd, misplaced memory that doesn't seem to belong and isn't like anything else I remember in this life. And the dreams connected to the Holocaust, while somewhat distressing, don't stay with me. And yeah, it's hard to know which really came first, but it seems as though the interest in the Holocaust came before the dreams, but I couldn't swear to that.

I have a brother-in-law who has become convinced that he must have lived and probably been a soldier in the American West sometime after the Civil War because of his great interest in it.

[WhiteTara]

12. a bomb on a building in 1941 in Paris

is a death memory. I met my lover from that time about 20 years ago. The parting in this life was almost as sad as the last; only difference, we both walked away.

[MorningGlow]

15. Do you feel that you worked out your karma from then?

I had an SO in this lifetime (dramatic, fraught with emotion, and brief--quite the flameout actually) and once, during a meditation, I saw flashes of many of the lives we lived together. In one he was a priest (late 1800s or early 1900s, most likely Mexico) and I was a parishioner, and yes, we were in love with each other then too! Ay caramba! (I don't know if anything "happened" then or if it was just an "at arm's length" thing.) Anyway, I don't feel like we worked out all our karma this time around. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other again sometime.

[WhiteTara]

17. in this lifetime, I think I must be working on

resolution. I have met people that I have known and loved throughout eons of time. I have had 3 "lightning bolt" encounters (all lasting various lengths of time) and have weaved in and out of many other relationships from different lives. Sometimes, it almost felt hectic. I have been with my current SO for over 20 years and it feels really great to work on core issues with one mate. Although, I am glad I got to be with each of those people, I do feel resolved. Perhaps I will someday be able to experience the ocean whereas now I am familiar with the water drops.

[MorningGlow]

21. Me too

A good friend of mine I've known since we were 9 years old or so told me that I live my life in boxes--I have a location, a job or purpose, and a set of friends, but when it's done (karma is worked out or at least worked on as far as it'll go this time), I jump out, close up the box, and file it away, and I never go back to it. Now that I'm at this stage in my spiritual development, I can see that I've been trying to work in as many karmic resolutions as I can in this lifetime. Busy, busy, busy! And sometimes it exhausts me, but I keep going. However, I have slowed down considerably in the past few years, so maybe I'm done with keeping my dance card full and am now just working on a few important relationships for the rest of this lifetime.

I like your term "lightning bolt" encounters. That is exactly what they are. I have had very few, myself--the guy I mentioned before, Mr. MG, a few friends, the first boyfriend I wanted/expected to marry, and one other guy who, come to think of it, I was just thinking about the other day, even though I haven't seen him in 20 years! THAT one was weird. We never had a relationship or anything. I clapped eyes on him on the first day of school, got hit with a lightning bolt, and acted like an idiot for about a year and a half, following him around, mooning. He liked the attention but wasn't interested in getting to know me. So even though I had a psychic connection with him (I always knew when he entered the room, even if I had my back to the door), I had to quit him cold turkey. That karmic knot still stands, whatever it is, waiting to be addressed some other lifetime.

[WhiteTara]

38. that's a really apt expression

"life in boxes" I can really relate to that. Not long ago, I had a therapy session, using a technique called EMDR or something. And in the end, the image left was the reshuffling of the file drawers and straigtening of the files...sort of like an entire core process had been rest. I still carry the feeling. But, like you, I have never looked back. Barring the unforseen, I expect to live to about 100 and I have lots of adventures left. I hope that I will always face the unknown and embrace the mystery and wring the most meaning that I can from each event/experience.

[Cleita]

16. I've always had a strong attraction to all things Irish even before I

ever met my Irish husband or even knew too many Irish people other than in school and at church. Since my mother was Chilean most of my early socializing was with Hispanic people or with my German American relatives on my father's side of the family. Yet, I was attracted to the music, the poetry and the writings of Irish authors. I always seemed to get along better with the Irish nuns and priests in school. It seemed like I was attuned to their sense of humor. Of course when I met my husband it seemed like I had known him forever. He was from the old country, not Irish American. I never have had any flashbacks to a former life, but it seems like faeries have always been part of my life since I was a small child and it wasn't because of childhood faery tales. It just seemed like I always had a faery godmother around and others who dropped in at the right moment who acted as my unseen guides when I needed them. I do think I was Irish in a former life and that I knew my husband in that former life.

[MorningGlow]

22. That sounds quite likely

I once worked with a guy who was obsessed with all things Japanese, even though he was the biggest, doofiest, whitest Murkin you'd ever care to meet and had never been to Japan. It ran in his family--his brother (also big, white, and doofy) married a Japanese woman, and they proceeded to decorate their average suburban/rural home with a Japanese decor, including building a giant Japanese sunken bath. The guy I worked with married a white woman but she had majored in Japanese in school and HAD been to Japan. Their One Essential Item in their home was their rice cooker.

[Shallah Kali]

18. I have a few tidbits

I adore big band music esp. Sing, Sing, Sing. It could be just good taste or there could be a past life connection. :shrug: All I know is when I hear that song something inside of me goes wild. My favorite radio station plays nothing but golden oldies including stuff from the teens!

Another tidbit is not detailed but there is something connecting me to the one lifetime I could look up in history if I wanted. There is a connection to a well known family in early 20th century so I hesitate to discuss it with anyone because there is a lot of info I already knew that could skew the facts. A good friend in this life was a younger sib to me in that life. That is what I am most firm about remembering so at this point the emotional truth including the renewal of a loving friendship is much more important to me than details I could possibly confirm. I feel no affinity or attraction to the culture, language, fashions of that time and place but that may be from the incarnation having so many painful events. The only bright light for me was my brother. Hmm. It might be where I got some of my primness tho. My older sis always ragged me about being a victorian goody two shoes.

I remembered another life under regression that took place in Eastern Europe and ended shortly after wwii. Not happy at all that I can recall. No affinity or attraction to the area or culture or language.

I need to remember more good lives. Once I got sick of working on one dreadful life after another in regression and asked my therapist to guide me to a good one. That is where I got my username here :) It was a wonderfully WooWoo life and i wish I could remember and bring forward more of my skills from that incarnation.

[MorningGlow]

23. Do you think you'll ever look up the famous family?

Once, when I was still with my coven, we did a session on the witchboard (round homemade Ouija board--much safer--more protected) and an old Confederate officer came through. He gave only his initials, but he was pretty high up the ranks, so I suppose I could find out who he was if I made the attempt. He had a plantation just outside New Orleans. I was a quadroon or octaroon, his mistress. I had four kids with him. We lived in a townhouse on the residential end of Bourbon Street in NO that the officer bought for us, and he'd visit fairly frequently. It was a good life--we had money, and because NO was so much more liberal than the rest of the South, I had status.

New Orleans is one of my favorite cities in the world. When I first visited the Quarter, it truly felt like I had come home. (I found out about the officer several years later.) Although I went back frequently, I never tried to find out about the officer.

I think you're right about not needing to confirm it--what we took from these lifetimes that are of value to us is enough.

I've always loved your username, Shallah. Can you share what it means/where it came from? Understood if you don't care to, though! :hi:

[Shallah Kali]

27. I did give in last night and read a little on wikipedia

this in spite of vowing to not read any more until I could try to access that life and see if I couldn't recall anything that I wouldn't be able to trace to something I had watched or read about. I hesitate to share about it because I do not want anyone to think I have delusions of grandeur like the thousands who all are sure they were napoleon or Cleopatra :P That and I am still not sure which female sibling I was in the family. When I do regressions it is to release stored trauma so I focus on the emotional aspects and accept that facts and details are not necessary to healing to occur. It is like lancing a boil. It does not matter what caused the boil, what matters is draining the wound so it can finally heal. In that life the two most important things that leaked over was the close relationship with my then brother and how we died.


My Shallah life was very out there so that at times I still have trouble beliving it in myself. It was in the area what is now Egypt and I was a female energy healer. I am not sure of the time period, just know pyramids had been built. My hair was black but it gleamed red in the sunlight. My skin was dusky more reddish than brown and my then husband was much darker. Very tall, dark and handsome as well as kind :D I was very happy with him and he with me :) All the same I don't feel he was my primary soulmate or twinflame. Women as well as men did not wear tops in that life which really bothered me during the regression :o I am *extremely* almost terminally shy in my current life so this kept throwing me out of the flow of images and emotions.

People would greet one another by placing their right hand over the other's heart while the left hand was put over the other person's right. We would then send love and affection to each other for a time before talking. In my community most would could choose when to leave that incarnation. They knew they had accomplished what they needed and were ready to move on. Everyone would get together and celebrate the person's life. We would hug and kiss them good bye saying things like 'see you in two lifetimes when I am going to be your Mother'. Then the person would lie down and simply leave their body behind. Some would have very short incarnations choosing to leave as children and teens and others would live to be well over 100. There was no big sadness only a regret that we would not see a loved one for a while as if they were on a long trip.

[MorningGlow]

35. Shalla, that is SO COOL

What you said about your Egyptian life really resonates with me as very valid. You saw the truth, that's for sure.

I have an affinity for Egypt and "know" the reality of it--that the Egyptian era was actually a DEvolution from advanced to simple instead of the other way around. The Egyptians knew SO much early on, and they forgot it gradually as the dynasties progressed, until they were merely going through the motions, forgetting the actual function behind actions and turning them into empty rituals. So my affinity is for the era you described, when the people were more aware of the higher functioning of the brain and the spirit.

And the pyramids weren't no tombs, dammit, Zahi Hawass! (That guy drives me bonkers--he's such a font of misinformation!)

[Why Syzygy]

19. Native American.

No details. I just know I was there. There was peace.

[MorningGlow]

24. Yes

I remember reading somewhere that a lot of lightworkers alive now had been Native Americans (usually from before the white man came). We're using a lot of the same skills, same memories. And our reverence for Mother Earth is needed now.

It's funny, I live in NYS, in the heart of Iroquois country (I grew up in a suburb of Rochester called "Irondequoit"), but I have very little interest in the Five Nations. But get me anywhere near a Lakota tradition, and STAND BACK! :D

[FirstLight]

48. Cherokee girl here!

Not only is it in my family, I recall being on the plains and getting shot while riding a horse...right i9n the stomach, and it was an arrow, not a gun....had the dream many times over, and I hope to be able to "see" more details eventually...

[Callie McAllie]

20. This is such an interesting question

I'm sure I had past lives, but I don't know what they were.

I am terrified of crossing bridges, especially the Mackinac Bridge. Driving white-knuckled and sobbing kind of terrified. There was a worker who died building it, and the bridge was dedicated on the day I was born. I always wondered about that...

[MorningGlow]

25. Wow, that one gave me chills

Seems you're onto something there! Especially since you can pinpoint the Mackinac Bridge as being particularly terrifying.

When I was very small, I was scared to death of water--even the bathtub, even washing my face. We had a pool, and my dad and my brother always tried to get me to relax and play in it, but I never would--I would only grip the side (with a death grip) and walk around and around and around till it was time to get out. My mom signed me up for swimming lessons, and that helped a bit, but not much. The fear just wore off after a while--in its own time, the farther away I got from whatever had happened to me. I've seen quite a few past lives, but I haven't ever been shown one in which I drowned. Then again, I never asked! :D

[Cleita]

28. Me too. I don't have a fear of wading in either pools or the beach,

but I never learned to swim very well because of my fear of deep water and putting my head under water. I have a fear of drowning that isn't subconscious but fully conscious since I was small. I have often wondered if I drowned in a previous life too.

[Callie McAllie]

29. Maybe the two of you were on the Titanic!

:-)

[Cleita]

30. Or another transatlantic ship that sank like the Lusitania!

*twilight zone* music playing.

[SheilaT]

40. I know a man who is absolutely

convinced he was a crewman on the Titanic and went down with it. He was not a happy camper when all the Titanic stuff came out a while back with the movie. He really gets disturbed by any discussions or references to it.

Have any of you listened to the Past Life Interview with Titanic's Designer?

[Shallah Kali]

31. My Mother is afraid of having water on her face

I can only remember her ever wading or laying on an innertube in shallow water. She can barely stand to wash her face and can't stand to put a handful of water on her face. She has to use a wash cloth or she tenses right up.

I am ok in water that isn't much over my head but after that I am afraid unless it is a pool. When I was little I was sure there were sharks in the lake we would swim in. I get nerved up watching movies set at sea especially ones with battles such as pirates of the carribean or Horatio Hornblower. They are hard for me to watch I feel such dread and horror :hides: I figure I must have been a sailor in one of the navies of recent history and was one of the multitude who died dreadfully.

[southerncrone]

50. My mother has the exact same fear!

She will take showers, but will NOT put her head under the water...she washes her hair in the sink, so she doesn't have it hit her in the face. She also must use a washcloth to wash her face & when swimming would NOT put her head underwater. She is 75 now & no longer swims.

[Callie McAllie]

26. This is really making me think

My husband is borderline obsessed with the Civil War, Abe Lincoln, anything to do with that time period. (Thankfully, he is not a re-enacter.)

I suspect he was in the Civil War in a past life. We went to Gettysburg last summer. So many young men died there, so tragically.

Which makes me wonder if all these dead soldiers just keep coming back and making war again and again, trying to change the outcome.

How can we ever break that cycle?

[MorningGlow]

36. Past trauma

Yes, I think because the Civil War was so horrific and so many men died (and such horrible deaths!) that it created a lot of karma, and these souls keep returning to work it out. I don't know how to break the cycle, however--I guess they'll just have to come to their own realizations in their own time on how to remove the karma. :shrug: It is terribly sad, though.

[FirstLight]

33. Okay, twin...

How about this one...I was born in 1970, and have always known the 60's songs on the radio, and spent an entire year or two post High School, listening to only Jimi Hendrix and the Doors.! lol
I used to say I think I was a hippie and must have died from an OD at Woodstock...I was lucky enough to come right back, guess that's another reason I identify with "peers" who are 20 yrs my senior!

The other one was the roaring 20's in Paris. I was an artist, and though I was a woman, I dressed like a man...either it was part of the artist culture, or it was because I was able to sell more using a man's name...but I recently "visited" via trance and really didn't want to leave...!

[MorningGlow]

37. I'm starting to think we really do "pick up where we left off" if we can

My uncle always used to call me a 40-year-old midget--nobody in my family could believe the stuff that came out of my mouth when I was a wee tot. And I never much cared for my peers either--they were so...childish!
:rofl:

JG, LOVE the Paris lifetime--that sounds way cool!

My elder did a regression on her husband once. He was a sea captain. He loved that lifetime so much (he still loves nautical stuff) that he almost got too deep into the regression. My elder swore he developed salt spray on his face. She almost couldn't get him out of the meditation.

[FirstLight]

39. teehee

Maybe it's because we are Cappies, they say we are little old souls in young bodies. I have those days though, when I swear I can feel the weight of all my thousands of lifetimes bearing down on me! lol
I don't just feel old, I feel ancient and ready to trade (my bod) in on a new model!

NO way! I was termed the *exact* same thing by my grandmother...they'd say she's 4, going on 40! Bwaahahaha!

Ya, I'd like to do more regresions, but there are too many NOT so fun lifetimes I dont wanna get stuck in. My teacher said you simply CANNOT try and do it by yourself, either. You can go back, but you need someone else to bring you home...

soooo, from one old soul to another... are we having fun yet? :crazy:

[oceanspirit]

34. MG You still are a 60's hippie girl!!!

LOL Do you still carry around that bag (purse) of your's? You are definately a child of the 60's. Whether you lived it in this lifetime or a past life, you really are right! That's why I love you. My little hippie friend. Look at your darling MG hubby. You both are children of the 60's. LOL

Since I lived it, and that makes me older than you, I understand what you're saying.

I wish I could remember some past lives. I sometimes have feelings about stuff that would have happened in another life. But I can't be positive about it. It's weird. You and I are both kindred spirits. We both sisters from separate mothers. lol

The universe brought you to me. Unfortunately that is why you had to work in that hell hole. It was for me. The short time we spent together was meant for a reason. You know and I know it. Maybe just maybe we were friends or sisters in another life. Possibly England? Even though I have no desire to go there, We have so much in common, and then again, so much we don't agree on. Not much, but that is what makes it special!! I miss you girlfriend.

Oceanspirit

[BlueIris]

41. The most recent life cycle I have memories of was in the 16th century, so no.

Supposedly, my last life cycle before this one ended in '34. Don't remember a thing about it.

[Callie McAllie]

42. I was talking about this with my husband last night

(he thinks we're all crazy, btw) and I remembered this great story I heard several years ago about a young teenage kid somewhere in the midwest who saw Jaws for the first time. The first one, the good one. This was long after its theatrical release. He was enthralled by the story Robert Shaw told about the Indianapolis delivering the Hiroshima bomb, and all those sailors in the water afterward, and the shark attacks.

He started doing research, then he started a campaign, wrote to Congress, etc., to get the record of the captain of that ship cleared. He succeeded, and the captain, long since dead I'm sure, had his honorable record restored.

I remember at the time I heard the story being quite certain that the teenage boy had to have been a sailor on the Indianapolis, maybe even the captain, in a previous life. I can think of no other explanation.

Jaws is my very favorite movie of all time, so I found it especially fascinating.

[MorningGlow]

43. I'd never heard that before--great story

The most striking account of reincarnation I recall--and I think it might have been posted here a while back--was the little boy who saw a WWII plane for the first time and immediately started doing an ACCURATE pre-flight check of it.

Yeah, here it is--covered by ABC News and everything!

http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/Technology/Story?id=894217&page=1

[Mist]

44. Had a series of VERY upsetting dreams back in 1986 that indicated I

was a young woman in steerage class on the Titanic. I apparently went down with the ship. I would wake soaking wet and shaking with cold, and this was in June of '86, and sleeping with the window open (that is, no A/C to chill me). Until those dreams I didn't have a clue I might have been on the Titanic.

[katty]

45. yes, had many dream msgs followed by events re: what may

be my most recent past life in mid-19th Cent--when it first started happening it took me by surprise even though I always fairly embraced the notion of past lives--i wasn't obessive about it. it has helped me to have insight into past mistakes.

[MikeE]

46. Early 1900's for me

I was a musician and in this lifetime I ended up at a house that I played at in a past life, (playing again). It was really intense.

[Silver Gaia]

47. Victorian era... pre-Raphaelites... etc.

Don't know any real details, but feel strongly that I lived in this era. I am very drawn to the architecture, furniture, clothing, art, etc. Don't care much for the social climate, but the style of that era is something I've always strongly and deeply identified with.

For my hubby, it's WWII. He firmly believes he was an American pilot whose plane was shot down by the Nazis. He is as obsessed with that era as I am with the Victorians.

[southerncrone]

49. During a group regression, I recalled a brief glimpse during 1930's or '40's in Nebraska

I owned a huge plot of land (hundreds of acres), was alone on a knoll & very sad, contemplating what I would do for my family. My wife had just died hours before & I was mourning & worried. I looked out over my beautiful land wondering if I could manage it all, knowing that our lives would never be the same.

During a meditation, I was a squire in England during the Age of Chivalry. My lord had given my money & sent me to the smoke shop in the village to acquire goods for him. It was one of my first chores & I wanted, oh so much, to make sure he was pleased with me. My excitement level was out the roof!
Interestingly enough, in this current life I had worked as a sales rep. for a tobacco co!

My current husband was my big brother during the Civil War. I recall I was about 6 & he was hugging me good-bye in our log cabin, he seemed to be about 20 & was wearing a Confederate uniform. I don't know what happened to him in that lifetime. Interestingly, in THIS lifetime, when I first had the chance to spend time alone with him I felt like I'd know him for millions of years. Our relationship has always seemed to have a sibling quality to it, we tease & aggravate each other more like brothers & sisters do, even though our love for each other is very deep.

I "know" I was one of the persecuted "witches" during the witch trials. I just have a sense of it, no actual visions. Not sure if in New England or Europe. I think it's why I feel so strongly about the "Fundie" movement today...Karmic return.

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