Past Lives… Do you know who/what you were?

A mole? :-)

I think you may be right, etva!

I think I have seen my past lives through my dreams.

I've been burned at the stake, wearing a monks robe.

I most probably a female prostitute that enjoyed her work.

I'm interested in what my next life will bring, but the one I'm living now is proving to be interesting.

Enoch,

I think I was your wife.

:-D

(Sorry, but I had to.)

Are you sure you weren't a soccer ball?

;)

Wilson?

ah geez, now I gotta grieve for Wilson all over again.

I hear you Islandgirl!

If I come back, I want to be a house cat. Can I be a house cat in your obscenely rich house?

:)

Absolutely E! Let me start shopping for a diamond collar for you, I'll be back. Of course I will have to put that on lay-a-way...

:)

Defending Your Life is one of my all time favorite movies. Great flick.

No, I did a stint as an EMT though. But I happened to be in the area for bloodier accidents before I did the EMt thingie.

Sounds familiar except there were no boys around to hob nob with. One memory of my youth that sticks out just now is weilding a sledge hammer at about age 12. With all girls in the family I was seriously out of place. Stayed in trouble among siblings for lack of interest in fashion, make-up and boys. However, I am all for romantic and grandoise. It makes for a good and instant vacation.

Possibly comes from having more male past lives than female. However, given the differences in sensibilities I have learned that the female is far more sensitive to others as a vague generality. I used to joke with the guys I worked with that they would have to live at least 3 lives as a male before they would be qualified to come back as a female, when they derided me for being the opposite gender in a male dominated job. Sometimes I feel that some who do not make the full transition wind up being classified into alternate lifestyles. Very tough row to hoe.

Have you found, that in that condition you think entirely differently than either gender?

Lol, then you know the odd man out feeling very well.

If you can get Dr. Brian Weiss's book, Many Lives - Many Masters it's worth the read and his credentials are outlined and impeccable. Gives much more credence to the exploration and it's results. Not only that, now that he is retired from his responsiblilites he is giving seminars and can be googled. His techniques are being taught in many places. He was even a guest on the Oprah show and found some receptives to light hypnosis in the audience. Needless to say, they were somewhat startled.

Dr. Weiss's books are great. I have a few ideas about my past lives. My bf of 30+ years thinks that she was my husband in a pl. I believe I was an African-American house maid in the 50's - 60's. (Read "The Help") I journal about feelings and thoughts about it. I didn't think that animals were a part of it, but my bf is convinced that her dog (they are inseperable and he has epilepsy) is a reincarnation of a cousin that molested her and died in his early 20's.

I need to look this guy up--

MsAubrey, I promise you I wasn't making fun! I feel the same way, I'm probably no one special... I've always wondered if I was a Jewish person who had been murdered in the Holocaust. I seem to be drawn to read about that so much.

To me, all things are possible...

Whew!!! Thanks!

How about me? Was I? Was I?

(Lowers head sheepishly.)

Umm... No. No, no, no...

Yes.

Sorry.

I was obviously a Warrior Princess. Have you not seen my avatar?

Lol!!

I don't mind it being resurrected! ☺

What was it in a past life? Maybe a Watchtower pamphlet?

I have spent a lot of time in research and experimentation to understand the focus of a lifetime. I've meditated for about 40 years and this is a great resource for observing other existences in physical focus. I do know that my other living experiences bleed into my currently focused life and this is very beneficial for me to see changes, understand history and to be able to have first hand "sight" into the total of my being. It also has made me quite fearless in this focus as I know we are all simply playing out a drama and should simply play it as it lays. I think this is why I am so cheerful, optimistic and have no need to ever play the "victim" in any event in my life no matter how horrific it may seem.

I believe all is happening at once and what we perceive as past present and future are not at all what it seems. The "choose which door on the plane to open" is a super way of putting this, nica, and I believe it is right on target.

I have favorites evidently as some of my lives seem to play a more focused part than others in this focus. I find this in some of the abilities and creativity I enjoy now and often feel the presence of "me" doing like activities while I'm enjoying mine. It is lovely to share the joy of an activity and be allowed a glimpse into how I perceive this in different times in our shared history.

The Tibetan Buddhists, who are probably among the most knowledgeable on reincarnation, believe we loose almost all, if not all, of our memory of the previous lives. I will have to go with them on this one as they have been involved, studying and experiencing the phenomena for nearly 2000 years.

I do believe we forget or in my view have selective amnesia in our experiences yet do feel there is quite a lot of memory energy available if we seek this out. We are pretty much indoctrinated to forget and encouraged to forget if we bring too much of this out in our early age. I was continually reminded to refrain from speaking of those visitors I encountered that I could only see and to speak of my experiences in other times when I was very young. Speaking out has caused many to be taken out so I can understand why we suppress this a lot.

Enoch you are so wonderfully hilarious! I just love you! :-)

Speaking of souls. Interesting story about my first daughter. Although she wasn't with us very long, she had such a major impact on everyone.

Everyone that looked at her would stop what ever they were doing and just gaze at her. If she made eye contact with them, they would follow us. Just gazing at her with the most wondrous expression on their faces.

We were followed into elevators, and then off them. Down hallways, or where ever we happened to be. The moment contact was cut, they seemed to wake up from their daze, and always completely confused as to why they were in the elevator, on the wrong floor, in a parking lot...

Nearly every one commented 'why am I here?' or something to that effect, before wandering off to do whatever it was they were going to be doing before they became 'attached'.

She did have the most amazing eyes, that seemed to reach deep inside and touched a forgotten core.

I often wonder if souls pick someone to come to for a brief visit daMamma. Their purpose is profound and they don't stay long but the impact they have lingers. I've often thought they come to show us what our soul is all about and those that catch on are blessed.

I think so js. She came at a time when so many in my family needed her most. Perhaps even those whose lives we just flittered through.

I do know that there was something very profoundly special about her.

I have observed that many of the gifts we are given in life have a profound impact upon us that will change the course of our lives forever. Some of us embrace these gifts no matter how temporarily they touch our lives and other lament that the gift wasn't enough and they waste its value. This makes me wonder if we test ourselves this way in our quest for soul growth.

This makes me wonder if we test ourselves this way in our quest for soul growth.

Food for thought.

This makes me wonder if we test ourselves this way in our quest for soul growth.

That sounds quite possible, after all many of these 'gifts' do invoke/provoke very deep emotional responses. Not to mention a considerable amount of self reflection.

Hopefully we have some purpose for being here other than muddling about running into each other. I do know that the suppression of spiritual and soul growth has kept many from remembering anything other than what has happened to them in this present life.

As a young child my mother warned me over and over not to talk about my visions and visitors as everyone would think I was crazy. Since I seemed to be the only one experiencing these events on a regular basis I did keep quiet for the most part. However, being quiet didn't stop the experiences at all.

My children are all well connected to me and have many paranormal experiences. My youngest is the strongest in this but the other two had many visitors I observed also. Perhaps if these experiences are viewed as a normal part of us we wouldn't think anything of it and integrate them into our learning as humans. I certainly have as I've had no choice.

Kids see things that we don't, sometimes I think that the gods make kid forget things so that they don't accidently tell the grownups about some of the secrets in the universe.

I don't think children are concerned about the "unseen" world visitors at all for the most part. I know my "friends" and those of my daughter were as real as anything and their presence was very essential for coping and learning. I remember continually having that buddy right beside me in all my escapades. I still feel that presence continually and as a child felt very reassured due to having a companion or companions. I was never good at focusing upon my physical body to the point where I could dismiss the energy from the spirit world.

When I was very young I was confused about the "real" world and the "other" world I knew even better than the "real" one. lol

I can't and won't dispute this part of the story js and MsAubrey since my parents and every adult I have ever encountered has tried to tell me that I am just trying to get attention, and or I am nuts for seeing things they can't, or refuse to see.

My nephew started to tell me a story once, when he was about 7. He said "when we lived by the ocean, and my Dad was my brother and my mom was my Dad............" I asked him why he stopped telling me and he said "Oh, never mind, you wouldn't believe me anyway". That made me sad. I would have loved for him to continue, but he never brought it up again.

The forbidden world was created by those that had other agendas for humans and their beliefs. They decided that this was exclusive information not designed for everyone. We all have the ability to tap into other levels of consciousness yet many are afraid if they do death will result as punishment. I have had quite a few encounters with people with this belief and although they dabbled in bringing out some of their memories it frightened them so much they ran back to the security of their narrow and dictated worlds of indoctrination and propaganda.

It isn't unusual for people to be around me when a "miracle" (in their minds) has happened. It could be in the form of a offhanded remark, incident or avoiding an accident, they've all stood in wonder. Little did they know they have the same abilities and most were hard pressed to believe what had just happened. There are times when we are with someone and our combined energy will create some amazing events yet most pass these of as mere coincidence or crazy circumstances.

I believe that our minds are connected to the other world, it is our human fleshy brain that is limited, but, only by our inability to access no more than 10% of it, if we could learn to access more of our brain I think that our mind would beable to show us so much more of the universe.

Does this make sense??

That makes a lot of sense gmross. I also believe dogma, indoctrination, propaganda and general brainwashing suppresses what we know of all the layers of existence quite efficiently. If we suspect there is more than right here all the information we've been programmed with discounts it as being a myth or non-existent.

As much as I enjoyed my physical body as a vehicle for learning and fun it was pretty alien to me for a long time and still is to a point. While I know it is a part of me I also know it isn't all there is to me.

I have a very traumatic experience as a two year old and discovered I could get outside of my body and observe the experience and watch it play out.

When I was in my late 20's I was so discontent with the excuses and silliness going on in my world I decided to explore what made us the way we are as humans. I read copious amounts of material and a few authors stood out making a lot of sense to me. Jane Robert's Seth Material and Joan Grant, Taylor Caldwell, Edgar Cayce are a few I liked the best.

I began meditating and experimenting with out of body adventures and had some amazing results with this practice. I kept up with the practice until my youngest was 4 years old and stopped because she followed me into my dreams and this would frighten her. I'd be into an adventure and she'd call out crying and tell me what scared her and it was continually connected to what I had been dreaming at the time. I'd often see her there with me and caution her to leave but this didn't work so I refrained from actively participating in these exercises for quite a while. Now she's an adult so I don't have to worry so much any longer.

One particular experience I had impacted me greatly. I was a prisoner in a concentration camp. I was filthy, hungry, ill and very scared. I was kneeling in front of a Nazi soldier begging him to spare my family. I could feel his hatred toward me and the uselessness of my pleas and although terrified I risk looking him in the eyes. When I looked up at him I was no longer the victim of his wrath I was him, looking down at me with deep disgust and loathing. It was bad enough to be this poor lice ridden ragged human but to be in the body of the hateful unfeeling soldier was even worse. This experience gave me insight that as humans we play our roles and take them very seriously and each plays a part in teaching the result of our actions and their impact upon the whole of humanity.

That would be a very upsetting experience-- but also very insightful. Have you ever read the book, "The Shape of Illusion"? It is about a painting that is 'haunted', sort of. It's a painting of the crucifixtion of Christ, and people, when they see it, see themselves in the crowd. The man that painted it was burned as a heretic, and the painting has resurfaced, still with the same properties, and art dealers are figuring out what to do with it. In some way, every person in the book is in the painting-- a part of the screaming crowd, a Roman soldier, etc. One of the interested parties is a Jesuit and sees himself as the hateful Roman soldier, beating Christ. A very insightful, disturbing book, but very good. I think you'd find it to be very interesting, in light of your experience.

I wish I were more in tune with that part of my brain, but can only see glimpses of things, and follow some deep instinct that leads me down specific paths of discovery... Maybe some day, I'll be able to figure it out!

(((((((((((((((((js)))))))))))))))))))))

I've only heard of "the Shape of Illusion" Dowser, thanks for reminding me.

I can understand this could happen as we never want to see ourselves as the "bad guy" but someone usually picks that role to teach us what we do not wish to practice as humans. I find it amusing that past regression often finds us being much more respectable than we've probably been.

I was laughing with friends in a similar discussion and said, "What if you had to play the role of Hitler?" and it was your time to reappear as a human and asked, "Who is this Hitler guy and what is important about this role?" So you are shown the basics of his life and remark, "Dang, I always have to play the bad guy!" So perhaps life is like playing Cowboys and Indians or Cops and Robbers as we did as children. What a bummer for some. As a kid I was always the one someone was running after to trap and abuse and be thrown into the outhouse for punishment. Thank goodness that isn't me in real time. lol

Love you Dowser!

I love you, too, dear js! :-)

JustMeSayingMyThing, do you dream of these lives now and then? My son was my protector and saved me from harm and adopted me. This was in the early 1500s during the first religious wars. When he was born he had marks on his body that resembled sword wounds that had healed. These marks faded after a time, however. I did talk to a psychic about this and she told me that he was one with intense physic energy and had a guardian that was with him much of the time making sure he was kept safe. Often while nursing him I would see a shape of someone dressed in robes standing near observing us. Since this was pretty normal for me to see such beings I was not alarmed. This entity was very religious and radiated parental loving energy.

By the time he was a year old I knew he'd been a fierce warrior at one time through his interest in jousting with his toys. He took the musical end off of a stick it was on, put an empty yogurt tub on his head and began practicing sword movements. He belonged to an organization that reenacted events of medieval times. He is very skilled in the food preparation, sword making, armor and clothing design. It would seem this psychic was right on with this life he experienced and some carried over quite nicely. He is still a fierce warrior but instead of fighting his path is peace and justice.