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[TaylorS]

The knowledge of my previous incarnation came to me through a very interesting pathway.

2 years ago a good friend of mine was raped and it turned me into such an emotional wreck that it almost seemed unseemly, I wasn't the one traumatized, she was. But soon I started having an reoccurring nightmare involving me being tied up while my friend was being raped by a soldier, which was extremely odd because 1. the rapist had nothing to do with the military, and 2., I usually have great trouble remembering my dreams, but these were frighteningly vivid. I also broke out crying whenever a story on the BBC World Service came on about women being raped by soldiers in whatnot conflicts going in places like Congo.

Then, about a year ago while deep in meditation, bits and pieces of my past life started coming to me. What I have been able to glean is that in my last incarnation I was a farmer who lived near the French city of Nancy who died in the 1970s. during the Nazi invasion of France some German soldiers broke into "my" house, raped my wife and daughter, and robbed my house.

That caused everything to make sense.

Anyone else have traumatic past lives that influence your behavior in this life?

[AutumnMaidens]

In one of my past lives I was a farmer woman working for a lord who tried to have his way with me but I was married and had a daughter so fought back. He drugged me and dragged me out to the forest on his propperty where he killed me by beating me and screaming at me how this was all my fault etc. He left my body out in the open, nobody ever found me and the my spirit was unable to move on till somebody cut down the forest. I must have hung around that forest for years. And the worst thing was that I was stuck there, just screaming, crying out for anyone to find me, but nobody ever did. This is pretty much where my fear of dying alone came from.

Another incarnation was less traumatic but still,
I think I was either someone who dyed clothes or washed them, I don't really remember, I just remember it was hard and filthy work and the smell, ugh. Anyway I had two children, one boy and a girl and we went to see this person, he might have been a docter, at least someone with a lot of money and as we waited in his office he had this wonderfull grandfather chair, soft cushioning, just divine. Anyway as I sank into those lovely red cushions my back ache left and all worry left my mind and as I opened my eyes I realised my daughter and son were crying and screaming at me, and I realised I had died. Their grief hurt me so bad, I felt like the worst mother, the worst person to leave them alone in the world to fend for themselves. I remember little else so I don't know how long it took me to cross over.

I know a few more but constantly this cycle of death and lonliness, or more the fear of leaving people or being left behind. One of my main phobias to this day.

Bless

[Aniu]

In my past life I was a wolf. Me and my soulmate Raven had a small pack of just us and our kids. All was going just fine then one day everything went to hell. A rival pack moved in right out of our territory and we got into a land war. With just two wolves against a much larger pack, it didnt go very well. Raven soon fell and I wasnt doing much better. Then a wolf got past us and went into the den. After watching my mate die I wasnt going to allow all my pups to die too. I ran in only to see that only one was alive already. I helped it get out and then we ran for our lives. Just our luck, there was hunters in the forest that day, and they started a fire. It was just...everything that could go wrong did that day, did. I was seperated from my pup in the fire, and met up with the hunters. One pointed the gun right at my face. Then the other yelled at him so he dropped his gun and ran out of the forest. Somehow I got out and lived. I never saw my pup again and I was now a lowly lone wolf, but I was alive. I was a wolf with no one to love and no purpose. My exsistance was pretty much un-needed.