Past Life Flashbacks - Various Members

Memories of another life?


Hello! I'm sort of new here. I have had several dreams and "waking dreams" of what seem like past lves to me. I would like to relay a very recent one that doesn't seem to want to go away and see what other people think. A few days ago I had my toddler daughter in my arms on the couch for a nap. She was sleeping and I could feel her hair on my face. I fell asleep and the next thing I knew I was in another place.


I was in Germany, I knew that, and I was married. I couldn't really see my husband but I could feel him there. He felt the same as my husband now. I could see myself stepping out of a large building onto a green lawn with some hills in the background. The sky was perfeclty blue and I could feel my husband standing on the lawn watching me. I saw our young daughter in the distance, by a tree and I ran towards her. I grabbed her up and we stretched out on the grass and watched the sky. I could feel other "official" people around me watching us. There was another building off in the distance on this same parcel of land. It was part of our home as well. Even though we were in Germany and I knew we were there I kept hearing that I was originally from Denmark, but the name Luxembourg kept being repeated to me. I knew that my marriage had been arranged, but it was also the most wonderful marriage I could imagine. I was very young and we only had this one daughter, but she was the light of my life. I felt like I had waited forever for her. I could see every feature on her face and the color of her hair. I could smell her. I knew that I had never been happier.


Then, the next thing I saw was me standing at the top of a staircase. I either faint or fall down the stairs. Either way, I drop to the ground and I can see myself from above my body. I know I am dead, but I feel no fear or pain about this, I just accept it as reality. I see a man in a dark suit find my body and call for help. They know I am gone. My dress is the same as it was when I was playing with my daughter. I see a blue gown with long sleeves and a long skirt, the skirt is full, but not full like 15th century styles. I feel it earlier than that.


I know in my dream that my husband is not there when I die, but he feels my loss terribly and does not remarry for a very long time. He is some kind of German nobility. Not a king, but some type of ruler. Anyway, I woke up and went about my business, still holding the dream very vividly in my mind.


That night I fell asleep wondering if I would dream the same thing. I dreampt that night of the same time, but this time I could see myself in a bed and my husband is sitting next to me. I am holding our daughter immediately after her birth. I can see her dark hair stuck to her head. I can see the look on my husband's face and the candlelight in the room. It is evening and I there are people in the room with us, but I can only see my husband and our daughter and I feel that she is what I have waited for my whole life.


The emotional tie to this dream is so strong I feel like I could just cross the border back into this life and pick up where I left off. Does any of this make sense to anyone? Incidentally, when I met my husband eleven years ago I turned around in class (we met at Virginia Tech) to ask him a question and I caught his eye and I knew he was the person I had been looking for.


We also have a daughter who came after two sons and four miscarriages. I was prepared to have my tubes tied as I was told I would never have another child. The night before I was to meet with the surgeon for the initial consultation I had a dream in which I was giving birth and the infant asked me not to "close the door". The following month I found out I was pregnant.


Also, both of my boys have told me outright, at very young ages, that when we die we go to Heaven and come right back again. They say it all so matter-of-factly, like it's no big deal. My youngest son was watching me soak my feet in one of those footspa things one night and he said "I should have had one of those when I was a mom". I asked him what he meant and he said that he was a mother of three girls who he named. My oldest son knew about my husband's younger brother's death even though he had never been told of it.


As an extremely devout Catholic I am afraid of believing in it in a way, because I don't want to do anything that could separate me from God, and yet, my kids don't ever worry about being separated from God and their recollections and statements are not questions, to them they are fact. My youngest son, Aidan, often tells me that God is riding in the car with us.


Sorry all of this is so long. I'm just wondering if anyone can make sense of any of this for me. Thanks for your help.

Hello liamsmat,


Thank you for your post, very interesting! I took the liberty of moving your post here to its own thread, where others may reply directly to you.


It seems your family has made the journey with you to this life, how fortunate you are to be so close...many only dream of this.


I look forward to reading more of your memories. I too am a Catholic. I was told by a priest from India that God will give to us the knowledge he believes we can handle. In my case the memories were so overwhelming, that to ignore or surpress them was futile. I did a lot of soul searching, reading, and study on the subject and came to the conclusion that reincarnation is a reality. To me it fits perfectly into the teachings we grew up with. If anything, with an open mind, it enhances the perspective of God, creation and the journey of souls. And it deepened my spirituality.


Have a good day.


Tinkerman

War and houses burning


As a kid around 8-10 yrs old, I saw a dream. Part of that dream I have forgotten, but it was mostly of some kind of a war. I was in a town with low-built buildings of brick and timber, searching for something important (?). From a far I heard aeroplanes approaching and knew that it was nothing good. I started to search a hiding place and found some wooden stairs by a warehouse or something and hid under them.


The planes got nearer and as they flew quite low, they started dropping some flashy bombs. I was afraid, there was fire all around. That is all I remember of that dream. I am an adult woman in that dream.


It must've been some european town, that I am quite sure. Later, as an adult, I have had some flashes (feelings or dreams, I'm not sure) about running between burning houses, the stone pavement is wet; but strange thing is that there is feelings of fear but also somekind of satisfaction or sad joy, too. This has confused me for many years, as I have thought these "memories".


There is always a mixed feeling of sadness and desperation in that memory. I remember also an uniform, or jacket, it is light brownish and woollen, not very smooth, and it belongs to somebody significant. That memory usually brings tears into my eyes, even that flash is not very clear, mainly feelings.


I have also a feeling that this person is somebody who I have known even earlier possible PL, as there is another memory that is quite strong. But in this memory this is all I remember.

Thank you all SO MUCH!


I just wanted to write back to you all as it has been a few days since I've been back. My kids got a cold which then passed to myself and my husband, so I haven't been doing much besides caring for family and resting! Anyway, I just wanted to thank you all for your help. The longer I think about it the more I realize that just because reincarnation is not written into the Bible per se doesn't mean that it doesn't happen. Sometimes I experience connections to certain people and places that are so strong that to deny their existence is almost to deny my own. I'm still working on it, but I'll never forget when my husband's grandfather died and one of my sons, who were both very close to this man, wondered aloud when PawPaw would come back to earth again. This is the same one who often insists that his cousin is actually his brother, and they are, in fact, so similar that many people have asked if they are twins even though none of our other children look like their cousins at all. Anyway, I'm going to keep exploring and every night I;ll still say my rosary and trust that whatever happens is whatever is supposed to happen. Thanks again!

My first time


I am so glad I came across this site. When I was a child I would describe to my parents a reoccurring vision that I experienced. My vision was that I could see this lady stepping out of a carriage, sometimes I could see her and sometimes I was looking out of her eyes, anyways when she steps down a man takes her by the arm, I get the feeling that he is not her lover perhaps her brother or cousin and they walk up to these doors and are greeted by two men (modern day bouncers) as they open the doors I could see it was a large party a ball. People were lingering on the balcony overhead and there was music. As a child I often saw this vision in my mind. When I was older another one came to me, neither lasted a long time. The next one I saw a young woman with long brown hair and green velvet robes and my body felt the damp heaviness of the robes, that was odd, the woman was on horse back in the woods and she came to a cliff that looked down over more woods or water, I do not exactly remember now, next she took the reins of horse and pulled on them to turn around, the horse bucked and she fell off her horse onto the ground into some mud/dirt. She got up brushed off the mud began laughing and grabbed hold of her horse, threw herself back on and rode off. I also felt her name was Adriana and that she was maybe a mystic in France-- or a healer. Could someone please tell me what all this means. When I was little I use to tell my mother that I had a promise to fulfill that I am here on earth for a mission, God wants me to do something. I use to tell her things like that all the time and this is when I was a very small child. I just need someone answers and I do not even know what I am asking--Maybe I am suppose to figure out more about my past lives to figure out what I am suppose to do in the future

Hi Catherine,


Have you read any books about reincarnation? If you go to the book section of the forum - forum staff recommends the best of the best - with links right to Amazon. Carol's books about children's past lives is a must read - even if you don't have children - it really puts things into perspective. Welcome to the forum.

Mental image of 1920s truck


The last few nights, before dropping off to sleep, I've had this image appear in my mind. It's an American truck, from the 1920s. It's old and shabby, but I've managed to get it to work. It's rolling down a small hill. Looks exactly like this, except it's grey and battered. I was delighted when this pic turned up, validating my vision with its shape.


http://www.hankstruckpictures.com/pix/trucks/road_trip_may2004/day07/dsc_2818.jpg


The Internet is a wonderful tool for helping with visual validation. Googling images for American Trucks, 1920s soon came up with the results.


The image fits in with my story of my immediate past life; raised on a farm (Kentucky), as a boy I was obsessed with mechanics. As a result, when drafted into the US Marines in June 1944, I was not sent to fight as an infantryman in the 'meatgrinder' battles of the Pacific War, but rather had my skills put to use as an aircraft mechanic on an island airbase, late 1944-1945.


Has anyone else found the Internet useful for validating images relating to their past lives?


Michal

Past life street


I have always believed that my last life was in London, and that I died in the Blitz. This was a feeling without any specific memories, although I do have possible behavioral and attitude carry-overs.


Last month I had a reading at a Spiritualist church, where the reader picked up on a connection to London (there isn't one in my present life, except that I love the place, have been there many times and wish I could live there.) When I told her what I thought about a former life in London, she said she could see it. I supposedly was killed because I turned back for a child on the way to the shelter. It wasn't my child, BTW. Not long after that I went to a spirit fair, where a past lives reader told me she saw a little blonde girl standing alone in connection with my past life death. I had not told her what the other reader said about a child and why I died. Note: the first reader forgot to say if the child was a boy or a girl. I thought it was a girl. So I thought this provided some confirmation.


I went home and was working around the house while wishing I could remember my former name. The name Beddingfield floated into my consciousness. Somehow I knew it was spelled that way. It didn't feel quite right; I said aloud, "surely not!" I wasn't even sure the name existed.


Later I went on line and discovered that Beddingfield is an English name, although it's more commonly "Bedingfield." I had never heard of the singer Natasha Bedingfield before I googled the word. The Commonwealth War Graves Commission in the U.K. has a database which includes the civilian Blitz dead. No one with that name was listed under either spelling. Then it ocurred to me that it might be a street name. I couldn't find a Beddingfield Street, or anything close to it, on a map of Greater London so I gave up.


Sunday night, I located a London pocket atlas which was published in the early 1970s -- and there was Beddingfield St. in Stratford E15, in East London. More research on the internet proved that the street did exist but has now been demolished. There has never been any other Beddingfield St. that I can find in London. I also found a forum on a website for the modern London borough which includes Stratford. A request for any information was answered by three people, and now I know that the street was almost entirely destroyed in the Blitz. It was only one street away from a major freight yard -- in fact, it was built in the mid-19th century as company housing for railroad employees -- so it was often hit by bombs which were intended for the freight yard. One kind person who recalls the street in 1950 from his boyhood confirmed that it was nearly all bomb sites then. He sent me a picture which has the street ruins n the background and another of a nearby street which has houses like the ones that would have stood in Beddingfield St.


The medium had described brick houses, two or three stories, and these are just like that. A lot of older London houses are stucco, which is why brick is significant.


I have always had an impression of having lived in a comparatively modern (but before this present life) dark brick house with two stories and fake Tudor details. Maybe the terrace of houses in Beddingfield St. had this, or maybe I lived in such a house at some other point in that life.


Unfortunately I can't find anyone in the CWGS site who died in Beddingfield St. or lived there before being killed, but this is not conclusive. Victims who were not identified of course aren't indexed. I know of at least one case where this happened and the dead woman was only traced later by her husband after she had been placed in a mass grave. My feeling is that I was either not married or a widow so maybe I didn't have anyone to look for me if I couldn't be identified.


Now if I could just come up with some other verifiable information! I hope to have a regression some day. It doesn't change anything, but I like knowing something about my past.

Hi Cecily,


Thank you for sharing your story.

A request for any information was answered by three people, and now I know that the street was almost entirely destroyed in the Blitz. It was only one street away from a major freight yard -- in fact, it was built in the mid-19th century as company housing for railroad employees -- so it was often hit by bombs which were intended for the freight yard. One kind person who recalls the street in 1950 from his boyhood confirmed that it was nearly all bomb sites then.

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It sounds like you received a good personal validation. Have you thought about trying a meditation at home on your own?


Ailish

How do I meditate?


I don't know how to meditate this way, since I have only used meditation for religious purposes. Is there a place on the website with instructions?


Thanks!

Cecily,


Here are some threads that you might find useful:


Meditation


Active meditation


How to Use Meditation to Look into a Past Life


Karoliina

I don’t know for sure but I think I was Native American once. I have always been sympathetic to Native Americans and I feel that I understand them somehow. When I hear the cries of their ceremonial songs I am filled with longing and when I hear old recordings of Native Americans discussing their plight I feel like I identify with them. I don’t know, maybe I just like Native Americans, but I feel a connection, somehow.


Also, and I don’t know how to say this other than I get this notion of the absurdity of modern life. Also, when I am in traffic and I see all these automobiles I get the notion that something is out of place and unnatural almost like I don’t understand it.

my rather uneventful previous lives


Wow you guys had some exciting lives and deaths. I don't have the sense of anything like that. I think I'm a little jealous


Here is what I remember or think I remember. I've posted about some of these already.


A sense of being a girl in a tribal society that feels like northern europe. We move north in the summer and south in the winter. I'm looking forward to the storyteller coming.


A woman in 1700's New England -


A male blacksmith in 1800's ? North American maybe in Texas.


In a Denise Linn audio book regression, I had this impression:


I'm a young man, about 17-18 perhaps in the middle ages. I'm wearing a tunic and sort of a diaper-like thing for an undergarment. I have a wooden tool in my hand. My forearms are HUGE like Popeye's. I think maybe I'm a miller. I'm standing in a meadow facing the "castle" - I think of it as a castle but my current self sees it as a smallish stone house, maybe four rooms. I'm thinking of my wife and baby and feeling that it's not as much fun to be grown up and married as I thought it would be. I'm going to the lord of our village to do something unpleasant - perhaps join his army - because I need the money. I think I died in battle - and here's the weird thing - I really liked the fighting. It seems odd because I am a total weenie in this life. I don't even like to argue. I never came back home.


I've always been fascinated with the Scots Irish people in the 1600's - maybe something there.


Journey

Hi Journey,


Welcome


It doesn’t sound like your lives were uneventful. I think there’s a lesson in each memory – and we remember what we need to – to help us heal and continue growing in this life. Sometimes, just a simple acknowledgement of a lifetime – is enough to heal.


My favorite memories - are the simple little everyday things that remind me of home...and of those I loved.


Aili

I agree with Ailish


It's subjective whether lives are eventful or not - personally I think all lives are eventful (but maybe I just say that because my lives aren't that exciting! :laugh. No, seriously, it really depends on how you view the event and all lives have unexpected things happening, which in my opinion makes it eventful. Some lives are more dramatic than others for sure, but we all have our fair share of those

Shirakawa


I was meditating and came up with this name without ever hearing it before. I was meditating to try and determine if I had an Indian past life. I asked the question to my guide "what tribe did I belong to" and the name Shirakawa came directly into my mind. I thought that perhaps this was a name of a Native American tribe but it turned out upon a Google search that it is the name of two things. An 11th century Emperor of Japan and the name for a city in Japan.


Was my guide redirecting me to this?


I sort of wrote it off at first, but now I am paying it some attention... I have always be admiring of feudal Japan, with Samurai and all, and I like Japanese minimalism as an art form.


I wonder, perhaps I had a Japanese past life?


I know there is another thread here talking about a Japanese past life. I hope I am not subconsciously borrowing names from that thread, but I don't think rynen mentions Shirikawa anywhere in it and I honestly don't know how or why the name popped into my head.

An interesting phenomenon - names popping unbidden into the consciousness. Well, in your case, John, not quite spontaneously, as you've been meditating, but nonetheless a name seemingly from nowhere.


I've had place names doing this in spontaneous flashbacks (triggered in some cases by watching a sunrise from my bedroom window - "Manassas", or a sunset from my aunt's balcony - "Ohio" - or in a dream - "the town of Nimm").


In all cases, it's been a place name that I can ascribe to an already-existing past life. "Leon" came to me last week - suggesting a hitherto unknown Spanish PL that could have been in the 15th C.


I think it's important to winnow genuinely-held experiences that 'feel' as if they fit into a PL than to allow one's imagination (and indeed wishful thinking!) to get the upper hand; I work hard on establishing the credentials of the experience to ensure I'm simply not dreaming something up because it feels nice. But then the Internet makes all this so much easier, as you say!


Michal

This is an oldy, but goody thread


You may find this interesting - and feel free to contribute everyone :thumbsup:

Not really asking


Lately, I'll just be wondering about something and a past life answer just pops into my head. Its very hard to explain but its like the sort of dream you have that talks to you in a voice that is not audible and you remember this dream very clearly and you know it is not a regular dream.


Anyway, my friend has an 8 yr old boy. This boy likes to eat and always has. I have known him since he was two and there has always been an anxiety to his eating. He would come over to our house and ask for food or just start looking in the frig or pantry. Then whle I was making it for him, he'd anxiously either tell me he wanted the very food I was making or just continue to ask for it=over and over while I was already making it.


Not surprisingly. this boy started to gain weight. Despite the fact that he is very physically active. Both parents and his brother are thin. They are doctors and very healthy.


I was just wondering about this the other day to myself and that non audible voice said 'his name was Edward St___mpf. (not sure of the middle letters. He was a Jewish scientist during the holocaust. The Nazis used him to perform certain experiments on other Jews that he felt very bad about but they promised him food if he would. The Nazis never gave him the food or did not give as much as they promised. He died there but i don't know how. I even got a flash of what he looked like.


He is Jewish in this life also.


The odd thing to me is I didn't really ask a question. I was just wondering without expecting an answer. I cannot see where this info will help amyone and his parents would most likely think I am crazy if I told them.


This has been happening more and more lately. This is just one example. I'm just not one that really cares to know these answers so I don't understand why I am getting them.

vicky said:

This has been happening more and more lately. This is just one example. I'm just not one that really cares to know these answers so I don't understand why I am getting them.

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THat it amazing Vicky.. I wouldnt worry about your gift. THe stronger you get with your belief the easier it will be to have the intuition to know when and how to affect people.. IT just takes time.


If you do not know why now , just relax and have faith that you can use your talent to inspire and help people sometime. I would think , just knowing this would help you to be more compassionate. This person would feel comfortated by your love and that too will help. I hope he can find a way to resolve his fear.. I know I have also had a similar issue around food.


I know what you mean by how to use such a gift as I too have some sort of gift for reading peoples past and future lives, but not so detailed as yours. It sounds like you could develop this in some way ... I wonder???


I have figured for me I may just be in the kindergarten class so to speak and am just waiting for another life to use my talents...LOL... I actually had a future life flashforward where I saw myself working in a healing retreat in Northern Ontario on a beautiful lake out in the wilds. I wonder that that is when I pursue using some of the things I am becoming more atttune to in this life.


PS I relate strongly to your friend's child's seeming issues around food having been in the holocaust as I too was there and know I have carried food issues over. As well there are other stories I have heard of similar things. Some where people eat too much and others life me eat too little .


In the one life in the holocaust I was the eldest of three sisters. I remember feeling overly responsible for them and would spend time trying to be brave and give them my bread. As a child in this life I would always save the best thing for last. This life I still feel the guilt of eating { which was triggered alot through a father this life with eating issues as well } lead me to be too guilt about my attitude towards food. Having worked at things in my present life ,physical and emotional and through past life memories I am well on my way to relishing my food again.


How close are you to your friend.?? Does she know of your interests in past lives.. You could bring up Carols Book and get her interest peaked in that way>>

That's very interesting, Vicky!


I've experienced something like it myself and I always take the voice seriously (...hehe, that somehow sounds wrong - I'm not hearing voices on a regular basis though : angel...). Usually however it's related to a question I've asked, then a voice pops into my head with a name or a place. Not as elaborate as your experience, but helpful nevertheless. It's not everything that I've been able to fit into my past life 'timeline' though. At least not yet.

Hi Soulfriendly,


Thanks for the Beyond the Ashes recommendation. I think I'll order that book, read it myself and then loan it to her. We already loan books back and forth so she won't think it too odd.


When my son was remembering his past lives a few years ago, my friend listened with interest but I could not tell if she thought I was wacko or not but I believe she is not totally closed to the idea. She is very into Kaballah.


This is the clearest, most detailed thing that has happened to me so even though this type of thing has been happening a lot lately, it is not usually to this degree.

Hi Vicky,,


That sounds like a bold move to give your friend Rabbi Gershoms book-- good for you !!!. I just got a chill down my spine /tears to my heart kind of thing , thinking that maybe her son will receive some help. If only I had had someone who could have helped me when I was young , I would have been so grateful..


Keep me posted ... Maybe you are getting this extra bit of intuition for his sake right now. It does seem strange these things of our spirit. God really knows more of the detailed plans I figure and your courage to reach out is wonderful..

I think you're right that if he doesn't get the help he needs, the issue will get worse.


His parents took all of the junk food out of their house, take him to strength training and have him involved in basketball. Due to these efforts, he lost 12 lbs.


However, his anxiety surrounding food is not gone. I agree that it is unlikely that will not go away until the underlying causes are acknowledged.


The same child also has an extreme hysterical fear of dogs. I don't get any past life feelings regarding this fear so I find it weird that his fear of dogs seems like it is past life related but I pick up on the food related past life stuff instead. I never had the thought that the food issues were past life related like the dog fear so I am surprised.

Yes the anxiety may not be resolved if it is pastlife related.


This discussion has really brought me to rehashing my memories and issues around food. It was just last week that I was able to let go of my panic attacks over any thoughts around food.!!!!!!!!-- I mean many exclamation points as this has been a long standing problem .. The thought of being around food , and eating food with people really freaked me out.. Alot of it was due to a long standing physical problem but as you pointed out the underlying anxiety had to be uncovered in order for me to truly heal my digestive problems forever. IE --- I do think that the physical is tied in with the spiritual and vice versa..


My first memory of my panic around food was around age 6 where I remember being at a big barbeque and thinking to myself I was so relieved to be around all of that food ... Now thinking about it , I was also very relieved to have everyone so happy and eating to their hearts content .-- relieved that they were not panicked about not having food/ In regards to my past life memory = Relieved that I did not have to make the choice between starving myself and seeing my sisters die in front of me if I did not give them my food.{ my past life }


In my 20s I started to binge eat when I was by myself. Then at age 25 my digestion broke down and was very terrible for the next 30 years with constant nausea and pain. I had terrible hypoglycemia and was hungry all the time,. Yet whenever I ate I got really sick with nausea and irritable bowel. I just discovered a month ago that I have been lacking bile and since taking a supplemental bile product I am feeling well again. I am hoping the underlying cause of this lack of bile is due to my high levels of lead and mercury and arsenic.. Oh to be able to eat without taking all of these pills!!!


Just two days ago I felt I was able to let go of my lingering panic around getting sick when eating.


I can see how the stress of those past life triggers from my life in the holocaust have set up alot of stress holding in my stomach and know that that also had to be addressed as well as the physical triggers.


I also had problems with my father this life , teasing me horribly as a child about being fat when he himself was overly worried about his weight. I had originally thought that was the reason I had such issues around food. But after therapy with that memory , I was no better. Then I had my first flashback to that life in the holocaust. In the flashback I saw my body being put into an oven. After doing more regression around this I remembered the family I had and what had happened.


As I said before I remember the anxieties of trying to keep my younger sisters alive in 1929 in Bergen Belsen by giving them some of my bread. We died of typhus {something I did not know as fact but did remember }


I wonder if some of this issue was karmic on my part as there is a tie with my father and how I treated him in a long ago life. I believe he was a son to my being a single mother in a dismal life hundreds of years ago, where I abandoned him. I was totally poor and in the same position of not being able to provide food. In that life I left him behind somehow , somewhere and I believe I cut off my feelings toward him.I never did acknowledge his suffering and I feel I am feeling the repurcussions of that decision to this life. I remember feeling powerless as a woman and I have spent this life finding my power and self esteem as a female. Oh yeh and some of that is my fathers attitude toward females NOW .. ie he feels that women are not as good as being male...mmmm??!!! so there is that dynamic I need to contemplate.. { I love this forum !!!!}


I am finally learning that love means work and being truthful at all times and taking responsibility for ones actions > realizing how important it is to be open with ones mistakes and act to make changes and make amends ...


Thanks for listening ..


soulfreindly

Wow Soul friendly, good work!

Dream of being a man in some sort of prison


Hey again.


I had a dream the other night that was very strange.


In my dream I was a man and I was in some sort of prison or some sort of holding cell awaiting torture or something. There was no light other than a torch or two down this long cavern like hall way. The earth was sticky and felt like I was underground. I had no shoes and my clothes was very ragged and I had no shirt really. just ragged brown pants that didn't seem to fit me.


So anyway. It is very cold down there and there are many of us. Now something gruesome happens. So I do apologise for those who have weak stomachs.


I told you before that the ground I am standing on is very wet and sticky. Well, these men come and open up the cages that were are all inside. I mean we are packed in there. They take out one man and right in front of us they they place this helmet like thing on his head and fasten it on. He is screaming and I remember seeing his eyes and how terrified and frightened it looked and I seem almost frozen in place looking at his eyes through the bars of that helmet.


Then somehow they lift him up into the air and he is turned up side down where his head is then decapitated from his body while still being inside of the helmet and then there is blood everywhere. It is a small area so we are all covered in it as this body is hanging down. They take his head away and I don't know what they do with it. After there is no more blood they leave his body hanging there for several days. I get the feeling we will be eating him later.


The ground seems saturated with blood so I think that this was a common occurance and we are all just waiting our turn. However, one of our guards begins to talk with me which is against the rules and somehow we reach and agreement and he decides to help me escape. The other men in the prison with me have been in there for a very long time and they don't even seem capable of speech. I mean they don't even hardly seem like men anymore and spend most of their time sitting huddled in the darkness.


The next thing in my dream was me being in the back of some wagon eating some type of very sweet fruit. I have no idea what kind it was but in my dream it was the best thing I had ever tasted and I started laughing this insane laugh. And that was where the dream ended. I have no idea where this was supposed to be. Does anyone have any idea what this helmet could have been about? or this prison? I remember there being so much blood, both new and old alike. This dream made me shudder when I awoke. What gets me is the fact that in this dream I was a man. In this life I am a woman and very feminine. That makes me wonder if maybe it is past life related.

Yikes! It certainly sounds scary alright. It's hard to know what this might be all about. If it is a past life related dream, it would have to be from a long time ago. This sort of thing has not gone on for some time as far as I know.


It sounds South American perhaps? They got up to all sorts of mischief in the old days, but then so did the Romans and many other peoples. Do you get any sense of the nationality of the people by their appearance perhaps? Did they look European, or Asian...?


I don't understand what the purpose of putting a helmet on someone before an execution might be, unless it was some kind of ritual to please a god, or some way to insult an enemy....?? Maybe someone out there knows?

I don't recall what the guards where wearing really or what they looked like except the one guy who helped me was very dark in color and most all of us had dark hair and dark skin but I think much of that was from filth actually. I think it was very long ago as well if it was past life related.

LadyLania..


From what you said you felt very drawn to having been a man. and that you shuddered when you awoke. Is this different from other dreams. . IT reminds me when I had one dream which I knew was past life because when I awoke I felt differently. I awoke with alot of energy.. ie I was very edgey which was very different from my reality as I was dog tired all the time from just waking up all day long due to a bad on going illness. I have never had that again, After the dream I did some regression work around it and found out more of the details and also who it was from this life who was there. Everything fit into my puzzle..