Birdgirl wrote:
I vaguely remember a few. Of course they could just be by imagination.. Most I saw in dreams, and also in flashes that came to me at random times. In all of these dreams I either die or experience something traumatic, and I see myself from afar at various points (which never happens in my normal dreams) and look a bit different (or i'm younger or older).
What I've seen:
Myself as a child, maybe 10 or so, living in this brown little shack of a house. I lived with my dad (who was named Lee) and my younger brother who was maybe 5 and had blonde curly hair. My dad was gone a lot and when he left he often locked me in my "room" which was more or less a cage; a tiny little cellar type thing, maybe 6x4 feet. He locked me in there when I talked too much, too. He was abusive and I hated him but was mostly just concerned about keeping my little brother safe.
Anyway i remember Lee leaving one day, without locking me up. My brother and i went outside.. (there were lots of other little shacks around. Looked like maybe the depression era, somewhere in Kansas maybe?) I had been thinking about running away. I would take my brother with me.
Next thing i remember is seeing a hole in a fence and squeezing through it, through rosebushes and ivy, and seeing this big Victorian house in the distance.
then I remember being inside of some house, in a comfortable little dusty room with my own bed, watching my brother sleep peacefully. but feeling very scared.
last thing i remember is sitting by a window, crying, and hearing Lee's voice (which was loud and angry).
NEXT possible past life:
I am in a house that looks like a castle, but smaller. There are tapestries on the walls and the house is made out of stone mostly. I don't remember the actual layout of the place as vividly anymore but I recall wandering around, under an archway into a kitchen area.. Walking down a hallway (with small open windows), turning into various little rooms.
Anyway, in this dream I was about the same age. I looked the same but with dark blue eyes and long dark hair. I was wearing a dark blue velvet dress.
My husband or soon-to-be husband was there but he had to go. He had shoulder-length curly black hair. It was a sea voyage of some sort. Well not a voyage really, but something that involved a boat. Don't remember. But he left and a few years passed. He never came back and i never heard anything. I didn't know whether he died somehow or if he abandoned me. I slowly began to lose my mind. I remember some of my family coming over and sitting around me, looking at me with pity and concern as I paced around, alternating between crying and pacing uncontrollably. I spent most days just wandering around the house slowly and looking out the window.
Then the last part, which I disctinctly remember.. I was walking slowly down the second floor hallway. I stopped at the end-- to my left there was the window, overlooking the ocean. The house itself was on a small hill, with lots of yellow flowers. Outside it was gray and overcast, misty. At the bottom of the hill nearby was the coast which was sandy and rocky. To my right was a stairwell that went down, that curved to the left slightly. It was a steep, slightly jagged stone staircase. I turned back around, facing the window, at the top of the stairs-- and let myself fall back. I broke my neck and a few other things, and died there (it was very strange.. after "dying" in the dream I was sort of in this windy void for a minute before I was able to fully wake up physically)
And the last one (well there's a few others but this is long enough)... My dad has a friend, this nice elderly lady, who supposedly happens to be somewhat psychic and a medium. She doesn't do it professionally, just for friends. She uses regular playing cards as a supplement to her readings, kind of. And she just tells you what she hears or picks up. Annnyway, my dad took me and my brother to see her last week. She claimed that she felt me and my brother were also siblings in a previous life-- we were orphans in late 19th/early 20th century Sicily. I did not like it there apparently because I was "beautiful and sought after" by various men and it irritated me. my brother was very young so i took care of him. We eventually immigrated over to America and managed to meet people that helped us. I married fairly young, to someone fairly prominent in the community. I sent my brother to finishing school. I became very popular, a socialite, and often attended social events (sometimes entertaining) at the white house (my husband was friends with Grover Cleveland and so he had "connections") the and things like that. My husband later died in a war and I remarried soon after.
Wow your past lives sound so interesting!! !!
If you don't mind me asking, did you remember all of your past lives in dreams?
I know I got a few of my through dreams as well.
I remember one where I was a girl that was home alone. I was running through the house singing and dancing.
There was an old radio or something that played music anyways. It sounded a little scratchy maybe it was a record.
The music sounded like it was from the golden era and it was a song that I seemed to like a lot.
I only remember a small bit from that life though.
30 Mar 2009, 10:52 pm
