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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Ferrara Date: 30 Sep 00 - 04:22 PM Well, I do like the tone of this thread! -- Light and non-confrontational, and very interesting stories. I've always wondered if past life "memory" was behind the thought I woke up with, morning after morning, when I was touristing in the Scottish Highlands 30 years ago: "Oh, it's so nice to be back where I was born and raised! It's so nice to be home!" This was accompanied by a feeling of happiness and joy. Once I was fully awake, I'd realize that I was born and raised in Washington, DC, not Scotland. I don't even have Scottish ancestry, far as I know. I didn't even want to visit Scotland, but went grudgingly because my travel mate wanted to go. But every morning those same words went through my mind, and I felt joy from the moment we entered the highlands. Another interesting bit: the grandfather of a friend of my parents stated firmly, from the time he could talk, that he remembered his "previous life." He said he had gone out fishing with his father when he was 10 and they both drowned. This was a no-nonsense guy from a no-nonsense family, but he knew what he knew... and insisted all his life that he remembered his prior life clearly. |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Lepus Rex Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:26 PM Well, my entry isn't really a past lives thing, but just some goofy weird thing... About... 8 years ago or so, while visiting my mother's house, I had a weird experience. I woke up one morning, sweating and breathing heavily, hearing myself cry out a strange 'word' over and over. I got up, grabbed a pen, and wrote the word, 'KIMWE,' on a piece of paper. I couldn't remember any dream, and since I don't have (or at least enjoy when I do have) nightmares, I don't know what got me so worried in my sleep. I'm not sure if 'kimwe' means anything, but I saw somewhere that it might mean something like the number 'one.' The only place it ever came up when I searched on the web was on sites written in a Rwandan language. Was I, in some other life, a Rwandan beet-monger, murdered while arguing over the price of my wares? (Killer-"I want TWO beets for that price!" Me-"No, you get ONE!" Killer-"No, TWO!" Me-"One!" Killer-*stab* Me-"One! Aaaaiieeee!") Or maybe I just had a really weird dream;) (About the violent life of Rwandan beet-mongers?) ---Lepus Rex |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Ebbie Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:10 PM In meditation once, I watched as a young girl- maybe 7, maybe 5 - her brown hair in two braids, wearing a purplish dress that kind of hung from her shoulders, came through a doorway that had a single cloth, also purplish, hung in it rather than a door. The little girl was playing and she came forward and ducked under a rough table- I heard the slap, slap of her bare feet on the stone floor. The table's legs were crossed in an X. Behind me- from my observer's viewpoint- was a wall with windows set high -way above eye level- through which the sun sent long beams onto the gray floor. To my right was an unlit fireplace. To my left, way down the hall were 4 or 5 men grouped at the far end of another long table, laughing and loud as they were eating. Beyond them was a large lit fireplace. As I watched the little girl, it came to me that this was the scullery maid's daughter and that she died at 10 years when she was raped and killed. And I knew it was me. ( Remember, brought up as I was, I never saw a movie until I was 17 years old. I believe in reincarnation more than I do not because no other explanation makes as much sense to me.) Ebbie |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Morticia Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:10 PM when my daughter was small and I ticked her off or thwarted her she would often ask to be taken back to her 'other mummy' or her 'real mummy'.....she would also hold long conversations with someone I couldn't see but who apparently was standing right behind me......since she was only 2 I can't believe it was purely imagination.....sometimes who ever it was would make her laugh and a 2 year old can't fake that.......I have no explanations but it's interesting |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: katlaughing Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:06 PM Naemanson, my husband, brother and I all know that we've been different races, in particular Asian and Egyptian at some time in the past, as well as Native American. Thanks for the respect. It is appreciated and equally extended to you. esp. since you appreciate the *shivers*.**BG** kat |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Little Hawk Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:02 PM I've reached the point where I think it's weird if people DON'T believe in past lives! More on this later... |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Naemanson Date: 30 Sep 00 - 12:52 PM To start with I do not believe in past lives. I refuse to take pot shots at anyone so you can all relax. You believe what you want to and I'll believe what I want to. What you believe doesn't diminish my respect for you. Vive la difference. Having said that, when I was young I felt an immense attraction to Africa. I never made it there but I used to devour any literature I could find about that continent. I think I was the only one in my class who knew that Sir Richard Burton was not an actor. I have felt the same pull to England and Ireland but almost none for Scotland or any of the continental European countries. I have no idea what this means. I have heard a number of people talk about past lives (both here and outside of this discussion) and almost none of them seem to have experienced life as another race than their own. The sole exception is that some of them seem to have been Indians at one time or another. Whatever the cause of these feelings(?)/memories(?)/experiences(?) they do send a lovely shiver of delight and connection into the soul and I like that. |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Troll Date: 30 Sep 00 - 10:16 AM This may take a little time... About 16 years ago, my wife, son and I were going to visit friends in England. I had never been there and had seen no pictures of their cottage. One night just before we left, I had a dream about the cottage. As we drove out of Wooster I remarked that the road seemed familiar and eventually I said that the turn-off was over the next hill but that I'd rpobably miss the road. My wife kept silent and as we rolled by I said,"Thats it but theres a place around the curve where we can turn." There was. We turned into the lane and at the first house she said," Here we are." "No "said I,"It's on up the lane." It was. We went straight into the kitchen . My wife told about what had happened and our friend, Colin, asked me to describe the rest of the house, which I did. When he asked about the up-stairs I replied that I had never been up-stairs. I said this without thinking how strange a statement it was. Several days later my son, who was 21/2 at the time, went for a walk in the woods by the cottage.We circled around and came out at the far side of the property. There was the view I had seen in my dream. I later found out that the fireplace in the cottage dated from the 14th century. About a year later, I read that there was a Roman trade road that ran through the area so when I called Colin to chat with him I asked him if he knew of it. Yes, he said, the gully that ran along the edge fo his property was part of it. The view of the cottage in my dream was from the vantage of that road. I don't believe in reincarnation and all that but... troll |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: katlaughing Date: 30 Sep 00 - 09:48 AM Thanks, Mbo, great song! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE HIGHWAYMAN (Jimmy Webb) From: Mbo Date: 30 Sep 00 - 09:32 AM Here's a great song about past lives. I sung this one on HearMe a few nights ago...it came out when I was 6 years old...simply one of the greatest songs ever.
The Highwaymen |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: AllisonA(Animaterra) Date: 30 Sep 00 - 08:47 AM When my daughter and I first began getting involved in the sheep biz thru 4H, I took delight in the sight and smell and sound of the animals. My hands reveled in the feel of wool and the few times I've tried spinning I took to it immediately, to the surprise and delight of my teachers. Once, driving to or from a sheep fair, my daughter was asking me about my childhood memories, as she often does. I always need to pause and think for a bit, since a lot of my childhood was spent in daydreams and the memories are a bit misty. Suddenly I had a flash of a vivid image of myself as a little girl, standing outside a stone cottage with a shabbily thatched roof in sad need of repair. An older woman sat by me, spinning, I think, and an old man came out of a shed next to the house carrying a sheep. The air was cool. That's all I had of the image, but it shook me- I've never been in such a place as far as I know, nor known any sheep people until the past few years. Was it a past life memory? Or collective unconscious from my Irish ancestry? I don't know! |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: katlaughing Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:40 AM Cute, Rich! Thanks for posting it. Potshots or no, BigDaddy, there is much I know that I wouldn't put in a public forum. It is interesting stuff, isn't it? Thanks for your posting. Ya'll might find my TFTD thread interesting for this Sunday. I met up with one of my ancestral relations in the form of a tree, this time round.:-) kat |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: mg Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:39 AM I think I can sort of remember 2 past lives....one was a s a slave or captive of the vikings...I think I was from Scotland maybe...I tanned hides I think...also I think I was a Ukranian mother taken out and shot before WWII..I have been told I was also the mother superior of a convent who was a botanist or herbalist...mg |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Rich(bodhránai gan ciall) Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:23 AM Past Lives lyrics and music by Maury Rosenberg (Hypnotic Clambake) I was a farmer, I was a flower I was an onion that had a lot of power. I was a lobster, I was a crab. I was a lady with a shopping bag. I left this body when I was Hypnotized. I started talking about my bast lives. Here I am going back in time. I wonder what I'm gonna find........... Here I am racing round inside my brain in some strange town. Flying a plane into a hill, next thing you know my name is Bill. Sitting in the bathtub, drying my hair, next thing you know I'm a grizzly bear. Chasing around into a tree, next thing you know I'm a bumblebee. As a bumble bee I die of old age, now here I am in a different stage. I left this body when I was Hypnotized. I started talking about my Past Lives. Here I am going back in time. I wonder what I'm gonna find. |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: BigDaddy Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:19 AM Yes, Ely & Kat. My six year old son (Ian) has also been referred to as an "old soul" for most of his short life. When he was younger, he used to ask me, "Daddy, do you remember when you were little and I was big and took care of you?" I have three friends, each of Irish ancestry, who, although they don't know each other, have told me on separate occasions that Ian and I have "been together before." And one is a practicing Catholic!. Ian used to refer to his "ghost brothers," and said "the best of us died back in '24." Most children seem to start losing these memories when they are about four years old. If we start taking potshots I'd be glad to continue this discussion via e-mail. J. |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: katlaughing Date: 30 Sep 00 - 01:08 AM I do believe in them and know of a couple of mine, at least. (No, I wasn't anybody fmaous.**BG**) My youngest daughter was obviously an "old soul" from the time she was very little. She really startled us one time, when she was about 3 years old. It was the first time she'd been to a city we were visiting. At the time, she didn't know any of her grandfathers and had no idea what or who they were. Imagine our surprise then, while we were driving down a busy blvd, when she started telling us, in detail, how she had lived there with her "grandad." Also, she and I are fairly certain she was my parent in past lives together. It is a common experience in places such as India, for parents to encourage these memories in their children. After parents discover *who* their child was in a past life, I've read stories about how they then take their child to the family of their former self, thus assuaging the grief of their previous family, in knowing they continue to live, albeit as a new *person*. This is a spiritual belief of mine, which I hold with deep conviction through demonstration of events etc., so I hope nobody takes potshots at me. Thanks, kat |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Ely Date: 30 Sep 00 - 12:28 AM Hee hee! Who knows? I'm not sure I believe it, either, but I surely can't say I DON'T believe in it. I just don't know. But if Mom's right, I guess I could think of it as getting a head start . . . |
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Subject: RE: BS: more weirdness--past lives From: Mbo Date: 30 Sep 00 - 12:06 AM Ely, now you're scaring me! ;-) I don't believe in past lives, but for some reason, when writing tunes, I almost ALWAYS find myself drifting, and these Middle-Eastern-sounding tunes seems to come to mind very easily. Very strange. |
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Subject: more weirdness--past lives From: Ely Date: 30 Sep 00 - 12:01 AM Since we've been having some good discussions on other aspects of the "paranormal" (hey, Hallowe'en is on the way) and this is something that has interested me for a long time, I thought I'd ask. Does anyone have thoughts on past lives? The reason I ask is that my mother has told me for years that, when I was little, numerous people told her that I was an "old soul". She had one friend who could not stand to be left alone with me (although he thought I was a good kid and had nothing against me personally) because he could not get over the feeling that I was an older person in a small child's body and he was a little afraid of me. I also, instead of an imaginary playmate, had an imaginary home. I repeatedly described to her in detail my cabin in the mountains (down to the kinds of flowers in the pots on the porch), my pets (we had none at the time--I had never experienced having animals in the house), and my old pickup truck. She thought for a long time that I simply had an unusually vivid imagination, even for a kid, but later thought it was odd that the details were so consistent, for I described them in the same way on many separate occasions. I was probably three or four at the time and cabins and old pickup trucks were not at all part of my life experience. She now thinks I must have lived there in a past life and had not completely left them behind. |