PAST LIFE EXPERIENCES

In recent times I have been able to talk to the spirit world, and one particular experience, was different to the rest in that instead of me conversing with spirits, I had an overwhelming feeling I was the spirit concerned. I could not see him, as I was looking out of his eyes, I felt that he was of spanish origin, maybe at the time of the Spanish Armada. He was a man of importance at the time, and the only thing I saw him doing was speaking to a crowd, he seemed to be a very intellegent man. At the same time I felt like I had a sharp pain in the centre of my left hand. One night I dreamt of him, and when I woke my wife told me that I had been speaking fluent spanish in my sleep,(spanish being a language I do not know.) The next day I went into a small trance trying to find a name, I grabbed a pen and paper, and with my eyes closed signed a name. When I opened my eyes I found what I had written to not be in my hand writing, and the name on the card was CERVANTES. Neither my wife nor I had heard of this name, until we decided to have a search for the name on the internet, not expecting any result, however, what we found was one of the most famous Spanish writers in history. His full name was Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, he was the author of such works as La Galatea and Don Quixote. Some of the coincidences are the name of his daughter ISABEL was the name my wife and I had already picked for our next child, the pain in my left had was linked to the fact that he had been shot in the same hand whilst fighting at Lapento, he also fought for the Spanish Armada. He had been imprisoned for alot of his life and ironically now I am a prison officer. And for some unknown reason I have always had a fascination with weaponry, and I now have an extensive collection of historic weapons, including imitation swords of the era. My wife thinks that the portrait given on the website has an uncanny resemblence to me only older, even our beards are exactly the same style and shape. You be the judge because I`m amazed.

I was in a past life regression remembering - my younger brother and I using one of our Dad's fishing boats, a sailing rig, and going out into the ocean, from Maine, centuries ago. My brothers friend was along, too. They were in the bow. In the middle of open ocean, I hit an underwater reef, our boat split in two at the mast, and sank immediately. I threw a dingy overboard without oars and dove in after it. I couldn't paddle it, and the wind blew me away from my brother and the other guy, who were clinging to driftwood, while the currents dragged them off in the opposite direction. I was aware that I could have spotted the wave conditions to avoid the reef, but was not paying enough attention at the time. I was also aware that my brother is now my oldest daughter, in this lifetime, whom I have a strong bond with. I perished at sea, of dehydration, lying in the bottom of the dingy. This explains why I have no love of the ocean, though I feel that I do "know it." Gary Dorsey

Twelve years ago, I went to a psychic that told me that I had problems with migraine headaches...I did at that time..usually about 4 a month. She asked me if I was interested in knowing why I had these migraines through a past life experience...of course I said yes. She told me that I was a young Mexican boy living in Mexico. She told me that I was the bread-winner of a large Mexican family and that my father had passed away suddenly. She said that I worked in a mine and was very comfortable there. I also worked for a slave driver. She told me one day there was an explosion in the mine...and I had the option to leave the mine, or to stay in the mine and be killed. I chose the latter...to stay in the mine and be killed. She told me that the broken rock fell on my back in the explosion and snapped my 3rd vertibrae. She told me that if I went to a reflexologist, and got them to work on the 3rd vertibrae, she guarenteed I would never have a migraine again. During my next migraine episode, I contacted a reflexologist and explained the story to her...she did two treatments and I have never had a migraine since in 12 years. The funny thing was...5 years previous, I was working in an underground gold mine giving mine tours, and everytime I got to a certain part of the tour, my back felt like it had arthritis....(thus the past life experience), but I did feel very comfortable in the mine! JL Canada

When i was about 14 i went through a big Egyptian kick. I bought a ton of books on the subject and read them all. One night i was up late reading one and suddenly had feeling that the information was not correct. The book was an old one so i figured i might have read the information some where else( though i secretly knew i haden't). The next day i went to the libary top try and see if what i felt was correct. I found a book on the subject that had come out only a month ago that confirmd my suspisions! There was no way i could have know the details since it was new research. CD.

I have a recurring dream in which I am coming down a long marble staircase like the one in Tara in "Gone With the Wind." I don't look like me but I know it is me. I am wearing a white ruffled dress with a long train and a bustle in the back. I am very young and beautiful with black hair cascading over my shoulders, enchanting green eyes and crimson lips. I look like a southern belle in evrey aspect. I reach the end of the staircase and at the bottom, there is a marble table with a letter sealed with wax and a gold letter-opener and nothing else. I pick up and open the letter with the opener and a look of utter despair comes over my face. I never know what the letter contains but it devastates me. In a fit of grief and despair I plunge the letter opener into my heart. The dream then goes into slow-motion and I slowly fall as crimson stains the front of my white dress. Suddenly the scene changes and I see myself laid out in a wooden coffin surrounded by candles and my mother sits quietly weeping over my body. She doesn't look like my mother either but somehow I know it is her. She is the only mourner and in the background, people are having a party. They are laughing and drinking and dancing and then I wake up.

I had a dream where I was wearing colonial clothes. I was running down a wharf in my town and got to the edge of the dock and I took off my socks and shoes. I was dipping my feet in the cold water when my mother found me and got so mad at me she kicked me in the ankle. Today I have ankle problems and I have to put my feet in first when I go into the water.

Well, I don't know what all of this means but a lot of things happen to me. One time, I went to Salem, Massachusetts, and when I got to the town border i got a huge chill and I had to close my eyes. When I did, I saw a vision of a little girl with blonde hair running in a field towards a congregation on people, and there was somewhat of a stage set up in front of everyone. On that stage there was a man in a black pantsuit and a hat reading something to a blonde haired woman on the stage. As she got closer I could somewhat see her face and the running girl was crying as well as the woman on the stage [she also had her hands tied behind her back.] They put a noose around the womans neck and pulled on a cord and she fell a little, but she was just hanging there. The little girl stopped running and I could hear her say, "Momma! No!" and she fell to the ground. When I woke up I was crying too and.. yea I was kind of freaked out. I also figured the girl was me since I was cryin! g and all.. and I recongized the place, and later found out that it was just outside of Salem. Next thing that happened to me -- I was in a resturant and I was eating a lovely steak and I smelled something I recognized SO well[like something you remember from your childhood.. grandma's homemade cookies.. like that], thyme. A few seconds later [my mom told me] I blanked out completely and I saw me [looked VERY similar to me] sitting stiffly on this wonderfully ornate couch [like the ones you find in a upscale antique shop]. What I was wearing -- a lavander dress white button on a high col lar, ruffles on the end of long tight sleeves and I saw black, slightly scuffed button up shoes. [side story! one time when I was a bit younger, we took a field trip (I don't know where) and they asked if anyone knew what the hook and latch (I dont know the name) thing was for and I just got up and told this whole story of how you use it to button up shoes and I said I cut my finger on it once.. but I couldn't have, since this was the 1990's.. so I was confused and I sat down. It was v! ery weird, since I still do remember cutting my finger on it once!] Anyway, so in the corner there was a man putting silver and glass ornaments on a Christmas tree and that thyme was the smell of the tree! There are also other visions I have seen, one from Egypt, that I see often in dreams, and whenever I see something from that era. Also ones from the Mideval times, I believe I might have been a lady-in-waiting or princess [highly unlikely!].. since all of them occur within a castle, around a princess I haven't seen any of these things since I was around 13 [i'm 15 now] but all of these visions started when I was around 8. So I think these are visions of my past, because I certianlly would not just come up with these things by myself.. I don't have a good imagination! Liz.

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