Any Famous People (from Past Lives) Here?
 

Okay all the Cleopatras please stand up...:icon_farao: :icon_farao: :icon_farao: :icon_farao: :icon_farao:

Do we have to know or can we come with a wishful suggestion? know I was not cleopatra so sorry for standing up :redface:

It seems like everyone and their mother was Cleopatra in a past life, nowadays.

How do you even find out? I have always wanted to know and people say through dreams etc. But I have had no sign.....

Sorry, I've never been told I was Cleopatra. But I have been told that I was once William Wallace, as well as a Biblical person. Though I have since hear of quite a lot of people being told they were this same Biblical person.

I doubled with Leonardo Da Vinci (sharing a body) and I was apparently a well known actress in my most recent life. I wouldn't call it being directly famous, more like close to famous. :P

I was told i was one of the 3 kings (Jesus birth Story) LOL so all you Cleopatras stand aside, mine takes the cake- i really dont think so LOL, but i was told so.

I believe I was Mary Boleyn, sister to Anne Boleyn. It started with a dream I had in which I wasn't myself, as I usually am in my dreams, but Mary. When I woke up I asked my angels for a very clear sign if I was Mary and later on that day I got one that couldn't have been any clearer! Also I have been very interested, sometimes verging on obsession, in the Tudor era and especially the time of Katherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn, so this all adds up nicely.
It's taken me quite a while to accept that I was Mary and also I do look a bit similar to her portraits too.

Love and light
Amethyst Angel

WOW. I love how everyone is so open about it!

I'm not really comfortable with sharing mine all the time, and it isn't exactly famous in the sense that they were someone everyone looked up to. It comes with a lot of baggage and although I used to be more open about it, some of the more painful memories have started making their way to the surface and I have since fell back into a sort of hermit-hood.

I'm not going to say whom, but I will tell you that I was a Roman emperor. And god, is that a hard life to remember.


I first began remembering my FPL when my mother blew up at the mere mention of his name. "I don't ever want to hear that in my house again!" "That man was a lunatic and !@$%&*%$# insane!"

It hurt me quite a bit at the time, and I left the room with the book I had been reading. I didn't know why I felt the way I had, but it bothered me tremendously that I felt like she was talking ABOUT me rather than TO me about someone else.

Afterwards, I started having memories of it, spontaneously most of the time. I did undergo a regression at one point and remembered two very long and detailed moments in that life, although years apart. When I was done, I was crying. Partially because it had been so emotional and also because I didn't want to accept it. I didn't want to believe that I had been someone who is recorded in history as a monster.
I guess it added to the effect that prior to my knowing of this, I had an instense fear of being viewed as psychotic, insane etcetera. Although I've never really delt with that in this life, nor done anything in public that would constitute such comments; I do remember getting bullied at school for being "weird" or a "freak" and someone did on one occasion call me "psychotic".

I didn't finally accept it until I read what happened to this man's daughter. My reaction scared me. I froze. My mind was drawing blanks and trying to fill them in. I felt like I was going to puke, but I was so rigid with panic and heartbreak that I couldn't do anything. I wanted to scream and cry, but I couldn't. And I don't react this way to the horrendous things that happen to people. It disturbs me yeah, but I don't get all worked out of shape like that.

I went to bed that night shell-shocked and almost unable to speak.

It sunk in in the morning that yes, I was in fact this man but that who I was is no longer who I am.

I did a lot of bad things in that life. Things I wish desperately I could say "I'm sorry" for. But the words needed to describe the intense guilt that is left over from that life, just don't exist within my vocabulary.
I was not punished physically or in another life for it. Simply remembering is my punishment. Sometimes I'm glad to know about this life, because then I hopefully won't make the same mistakes. But there are times, oh so many times, when I wish I could forget and never remember again.