Ok the topic has been brooched about past lives we have lived, beings we have been.

I know this should go in the past lives boards, but I wanted, for now, to keep it close to the post that sparked it.

Share your experiences with others. You might just find out you are not alone in dreams, thoughts, feelings, or desires, as you might like to think.

Some may be able to only remember one or two, others may be able to go as far back as is possible. Some may have lived many, many lifetimes, while others are new to the merry go round, lol. Some may not be ready yet to begin remembering.

We all have the memories stored safely away, but we will not be able to access that information, until we are at a point in our life, or our development to be able to do so. To remember things too early can bring about major confusion to a soul who is not ready to be able to take those lessons of the past, and integrate them into their Now. It only serves to bring about confusion, loss of development, that is why the door is hidden within themselves that leads to not only their personal library of knowledge, but one that also leads to a larger library of knowledge of the All, the akashic records. But that's a whole nother topic for discussion, lol. Sorry I can be a wandering soul in topicdom. I apologize, back to the thought for this post.......you, as you have been before.

I have lived in the early years of the move westward. In the prairies of the midwest, when the grasses were tall, thee land was still pristine, before man toally fucked things up with his large cities, and paved highways. A young girl, with a sister, who perished in a fire, her not me. She turned out to be Elizabeth who I worked with at the Museum, who returned me to the Path.

I lived in ancient Japan, a slave girl of sorts. Again with Elizabeth, lol.

I lived in midevil times. During the time when all beings coexisted. The time when 3d humankind began their change from living in peace with these beings into the time when man took on 'knowledge of supremacy', when he began to de evolve into his current nonbeliving Selves. The time when huimankind almost wiped out many of these same beings, forcing them into their current state of fear and mistrust of all 3d's. Female

Early man, crossing ice. When man was at his lowest in evloution, and his highest in connection with the All.

I was Dragon. Old even then. Silver, with double pupils. Wings for flight, and a tail that flowed in the winds. I was alone, with no family that I can recall. LOL Large and in charge. Male. One of the last, I feared. Rember times though when Dragons were plentiful, when life was totally undescribable. When life truly was Magick.

Before that I cannot describein form, because it was without form. Energy, if you will. It wa after the time of leaving the All, and beiginning the journey. Before that was only blueflame, split. I miss that. I miss it All.

Wow, I am incredibly jealous. I always wanted to remember my past lives. I have certain dreams that I question. And certain historical events tend to pull at me in certain ways but Ive never been sure if its just a passion or part of my past.

All of you have had very interesting journeys. Thanks for posting them!

Some of what you spoke of has a familiar ring to it Freedom.

Gonna hve to ponder it.

Lemuria?

hhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

i have never had a past life regression, but i am quite certian i was once a burly pirate that roamed the world in search o' me bootie. awrrrrrrrr... i am also fairly positive that my most recent past life was that of a young girl who was drowned in a bathtub by her father. these are the strongest memories, and are the oldest ( they have been with me since childhood). needless to say i got chills reading RaevynKiss's face near the water and things too snug around the neck comment!

I have had regression done and remembered parts of 3 lives then:

1. I saw nothing but, smelled potatoes cooking and had the impression I was in Ireland during the Famine.

2. I was a gypsy. I saw the campfire and wagons. I died by fire that time, not sure if accident or at the stake. For several days after the sesion, I smelled burning wood.

3. I was a young boy living in Alscace (part of France at the time).

Years before the regression, I was sitting in a classroom and heard a sound in the hall, I was transported to Revolutionary France. I was tied and riding in a tumbrell to my death at the guillitoine.

When a friend and I went to Salt Lake City on vacation, we were driving down State Street, and suddenly the street was dirt, the sidewalks were wooden and the storefronts were the high falsefront type. This lasted for less than five seconds and I was back in the car on a 6-lane road.

Very interesting subject and discussion!

I once had a past life regression where I saw myself as male in the 1800's. It was like I looked down at me feet and saw pants and shoes and just knew I was male, it was the late 1800's and I was in a town called Summersville. I was walking down a lane and knew that I was on my way to see my wife and took a shortcut through a large row of hedges. That is where the regression ended. It was just a glimpse, so to speak, but a very cool experience.

A year ago this past July, I was blessed with a trip to Ireland. It had always been my utmost dream to go there and out of the blue I had an opportunity to do so (yes! dreams really do come true!). When I stepped off the plane in Dublin I did not feel that I was in a foriegn country.....I felt like I was home. The entire 9 days that I was in Ireland I had the most overwhelming feelings of familiararity, especially at Knowth and Newgrange. I truly felt that I had been there before and felt that in a strange way those places were welcoming me back...it's very hard to explain...but I knew I belonged to that land at one time and I could almost hear it whispering to me.

I have an unreasonable (or so I've been told) aversion to seeing any kind of beatings, tortures, or burnings in movies and such and it has been suggested to me that I may have been a victim of the burning times or seen victims suffering during those times but this I dont' know about and I've been fearful of investigating it. I think the fear comes from knowing that I'm not ready to go there, yet. Does that make sense?