Have you ever met someone that you liked or disliked really intensely?
I believe that the level of intensity indicates a possible past life between me and this other person. I know a woman that used to work for my husband. I have always tried to be nice to her, just out of respect for her as an individual. I have never liked her and if given the chance will leave the room when she enters. For the longest time, I could not figure out why my feelings were so intense even though I looked at them.
Then, one day, in my mind's eye, I saw myself as a woman wearing a long black dress and black boots. I was looking up at myself as I was hanging from a tree. I knew I was slowly choking to death and this woman was standing watching as this happened. I knew that she was the reason I was being hung. Then my feelings of dislike for this woman made sense.
I was then able to forgive the woman and myself for the parts that we played in our previous life together.
I no longer have any feelings of dislike for this woman. She is still not someone I would consider a friend and the negative feelings of anger and hatred that I once felt for her are gone and most importantly, out of my body.
My second story of a past life happening starts with my 29-year-old daughter, Christie.
She has 4 children whom I dearly love. Each time my daughter got pregnant (5 times since one was a miscarriage), I would suddenly be furious with her and her husband.
I could not understand why I was so angry at her. The intensity was blown all out of proportion.
After Christie miscarried her pregnancy, I received the missing piece of information.
I heard a voice say, "You lost her once before in childbirth."
I knew that the voice was right. I don't know what part I played. Was I her husband, her parent, I don't know. I do know that I was devastated by the lost and with each of Christie's pregnancies, I revisited those fears.
I shared this story with Christie and told her that she did not have to repeat this past life pattern ever again.
I felt that it was very important for me to tell her this, for both of our sakes.
With Christie's last pregnancy, I did not experience this fear or fury. We were both glad of that.
The feelings needed to be acknowledged.
My very first past life experience came to me in the form of a dream.
I didn't recognize it as such. A friend, years later, told me that it was a past life.
My son, Jeremy was just a baby of less than a year when I had this dream.
In the dream, Jeremy was a young man in his late teens or early 20's at least.
(In the dream, I saw Jeremy as he looks as a grown man today in his early 30's.)
I saw myself as a young pioneer woman standing outside near a log cabin. I looked across the field to see Jeremy running toward me from the edge of the nearby forest. He is carrying the kind of gun used in pioneer days.
Behind him 6-8 American Indians came running out of the forest shotting arrows at him as they ran. I knew they killed him as I watched from beside the cabin. I woke up sobbing. I was so upset that I didn't tell anyone about the dream for over a month.
This dream felt so real. When I woke up, I realized that the dream took place on my parents' property outside of Plain Dealing, Louisiana. We were supposed to visit them that weekend. I refused to go. I didn't tell my husband Daniel why until a month later when I finally was calm enough to tell him about the dream.
Recall of this dream is as clear for me today as it was 30 years ago when I dreamt it. About 10 years ago, I shared the dream with a small group of friends. One of those friends told me it was a past life recall. When he said that, I knew it was true.
I know that not everybody believes in past lives. I wasn't sure myself for a long time. If they do exist, they would sure explain a lot. Feel free to leave any comments about my experiences or your own.