With apologies to the regulars who've heard this story before,
I’ll start…

I was a juniour in high school and,
since I was raised in a faith that did not embrace reincarnation, 
my first experience of remembering a past life was simultaneously 
unbeckoned, unexpected, and decidedly unwelcomed. 
While I'll spare the details of that previous lifetime for privacy’s sake, 
I will for the curious explain that particular process of remembering... 

By special invitation I was in attendance at a literary film preview,
benchmarked because it'd been filmed where its author had lived, 
something not previously done. 
The storyline itself was one with which I was totally unfamiliar.
As the movie progressed, I found myself curiously drawn
into the film’s location and scenic background rather than to the storyline. 
And I found focusing on the movie’s locale rather than on the story
triggered something like memories that were more far more vivid 
than the story on the screen until, finally, 
I realized that I couldn’t decipher what I was “remembering”
from what I was watching.

Although I’d been exploring Hinduism for awhile, 
I’d never seriously considered that recalling a past life was even possible. 
And not being particularly interested, I resisted the experience entirely 
until tragedy made me realize that in order to "stay sane,"
I'd have to revisit and deal with that experience.

I have since remembered a number of past lives,
all of which have increased and expounded upon my bank of self-knowledge.

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I was maybe 10 or 11 when I was held down in a slushy snow pile and suffocated...
I fought, I struggled, I screamed in my head - I had no voice because when I hit the snow my  throat, mouth and nasal passages filled with the slush. Im screaming in my head I did not want to die...I had no interest in that activity what so ever...about a minute later still struggling and screaming I hear a voice -
What are you doing?
I'm screaming you idiot -  I I I I I do not want to die...
Why not?-
Why not - are you kidding me?
You've done it before you will do it again...
Pause

Oh yea - why didn't I remember that til now...
And I did remember  - in the back of my head I could feel time stretching back...The disembodied voice didn't say anything else but later turned out to be a friend from England I would meet decades later...
2minutes plus with no air I had floated out of my body...
The  one who had done this to me had at first grown board because I had stopped moving and then worried because I wasn't moving and he'd get in trouble...he ran off...
I floated up and thought about things - and decided at some point I had to go back - there was stuff to do...whatever that was...
So I did I jumped back in - took a minute to adjust...sat up coughing and sputtering and choking...my arms were numb - they had been collapsed under me the whole time...compressing my lungs...
In that moment I decided okay - I have lived before - I wanted to remember it all - I give myself permission to remember it all-  I had no idea what reincarnation was - I had never heard the word before but as I sat there and over time after I began to remember things and people and saw who I was going around with now and how they were connected to before...
Several lives in England- I live in the US now...
A life in Thailand
Something to do with India
A life in Ireland
A life where I was homely as all hell unmarriable and was resigned to tending cows in a field...
A wealthy widow whose child ran off in a storm...
A life during the prohibition era
A life where I was murdered by drowning in a town close to where I live now...
Just lives - I don't think I was ever a movie star or someone like that.but that was where all the remembering started...

I never mentioned any of this to my son...I never talked about reincarnation in front of him but when he was nearly 3 years old he began to talk of a past life.  He didn't say it like that.  He just started complaining of headaches and talking about when his name was Eric (which its not now nor at the time did he have any friends or relatives by that name) and that he got shot in the back of the head.
Looking at me aggravated because he thought I should remember too...you were there don't you remember...

I was in my 20's(a late bloomer)when I began having a recurring dream whenever I was stressed or upset.

I would be flying  (astral I'm sure)  my wings weren't flapping, just gliding, high above these ruins, or steps (like in the pyramids) but more like Mayan.

My feathered wings would then turn into arms, and I'd look down at my arms, realizing I can't fly......I would see the ground coming up quickly as I fell towards the bottom of these pyramid like steps....and then I'd wake up just before I hit.

I had this dream for many, many years.  I had also begun investigating phobias, and why I had such a fear of falling.  I felt comfortable enough to talk w/another lady at work about our strange dreams.  She told me hers, and we talked about the possibilities of another life.

The last time I had that dream...it was always the same...flying.....falling....the steps coming at me fast as I fell.....but then I crashed at the base of the steps....I hit ground.....I was still alive.....I dusted myself off.....I looked down at myself....I had some sort of white/beige draped toga type dress on....I think I was a sacrafice.

I never had that dream again, once I saw my ending to that life.  I do admit that I was free of restrictions, more free in my life after.  But, more than ever a student of the Metaphysical.

Hello, wonderful people!

My first real PLM didn't come to me until I was 32 or so...  but I've known that I lived other lives since I was 21, when I met my spirit guide in a dream.  The moment I saw him, I knew that he and I had been dear friends and companions through many, many lifetimes which I could remember clearly in the dream...  but the memories didn't stick with me upon waking.  The knowledge that I'd been through many lifetimes did, though.

It wasn't until years later, when I was going through a particularly traumatic time, that I dreamed of two of my past lives, both of which showed me some very complicated karma with the individual who was currently causing such upheaval in this life.

There was no question in my mind when I awoke that I had been remembering, not "dreaming" those lifetimes.  I could remember details of archaic dress and language and culture...  I could FEEL what it was like to live by the heat of a fire all cold winter long, to walk down cobblestone streets with the smell of the sewage that ran in the gutter mixed with woodsmoke filling my nose...  I knew the times and the people intimately, with utter familiarity...  and although I've never been a student of history, yet I was able to accurately describe the dress and cultural practices of a tribe of Visigoths to my amateur-historian husband.  (The Visigoths aren't just "history" -- they're really obscure history!)

Since then, I've had impressions of a few of my other past lives, when walking in places I lived before.  I know that I lived one lifetime in Versailles, because I knew details about the place that weren't on any tourist map, and I was able to predict landmarks ahead of us before we had reached them.  I remember some funny incidents from that life, too, for instance --

The King filled a few of his smaller fountains with wine, ale, cider, and I think mead?  for his grand garden parties.  I liked wine, so I spent a bit of time at the Bacchus fountain.  I remember a young man in fine clothes bending over the edge of the fountain to refill his glass...  but he'd already had one too many, so he fell in!  He stood up sputtering and laughing, his expensive embroidered brocade soaked through with red wine...

(I speak French almost fluently now, after only three short visits to Paris.  It has always come to me incredibly easily, and my accent is so good that the Parisians kept asking me if I was Canadian!)

I don't try to remember every detail of past lives of which I'm aware, or every past life.  I know that when I need to remember something that has a bearing on this life, it will come back to me.  And if I don't need to remember it, it won't! ;)

Love and hugs and sweet karma to all,

Claudia

Roughly 20 to 25 yrs ago a lady who was doing a reading 4 me. Her face turned white as a sheet an sarted to scream  She shut the whole thing down at that point . I was kinda flabbergasted !She related  2 me that i was a german  fighter pilot in ww1 and was shot down and passed over in the ensuing crash and fire. After that she could just go into my past lives at a whim. Sometines it came in so easly she just started to. I know  before that i was a woman who raised a family in the time america was expanding west. The other one that came in real easy for some reason I was someone who was deeply invilved with Texas independence movement. That one ended wen i got shot off of a horse.. I 4 what ever reason feel on that one i was Fannan and got killed  at Goliaid.. Ok enough.. Just some of many Lives... Bill... PS in this life im a retired  pilot, aircraft mechnaic, and senior parachuite rigger i finished as a FAA inspector   (Deeply invilved in Aviation).  Thanks for reading this