What are your past lives?

[DuskShine]

I was in Atlantis during it's final moments I recalled that the people were having a collective prayer in a final effort to save Atlantis we were all very scared, when the people were praying the waves came crashing down, I died almost immediately before I died I had a vision that I will become spiritually enlightened in a future life this wave of happiness hit me then I died, that life in the vision is my current life now, I attained enlightenment after 2 years of intensive qigong practice and meditation, I will be a qigong healer in the near future.

I also recalled that I was a bull fighter, I got killed by the bull.

[Marie]

I wish, with all my soul, we could've saved you. I was high priestess of law of one. Together with my soul group and twinflame. We fought long and hard for you, many of us died, when the evil sent attacks after us, when we tried to do our experiments and healing work to save you. Or when we went on missions to get our things back they stole so they couldn't use it to harm you. We never agreed in harming any of you or treat anyone badly.

The council were infiltrated and the ones who were manage to persuade some, so that's why no one wanted to do anything to save Atlantis, in time. Me and tf tried, in vain. If it stood to us now, they would've been exposed and kicked out.
I was working with crystals and the dolphins, and healing and tf too and the crystal tech. He's always been very techie.he still have great tech skills. None of the evil liked him since he didn't play along with their games but exposed them:) before the fall, the doom fall,when those that were among us finally turned, they said to me how can you socialise him there he's so serious. Like, cheer up man. But I said he's not like that, he's just not tolerating anything:)

He swim with me over the pacific and Atlantic Ocean to yucatan since I fell in the water many times. He jumped in after me, despite red got boiling water with big waves and quakes. Many times. Well in yucatan he built, and I was teaching. The stuff got safely placed, we did it, your death wasn't in vain. We made it. And yes were kinda famous there, not that it matters. Know this, that we will be back,and when Atlantis comes up from the waves again well be first. It's intact and do the crystals are. Your death was not in vain,
We tried save as many we could. Many wouldn't believe it. And we only had days.
It will come up again. Then, no evil will be around. They'll be in a lower density.
You can experience again. You can heal. I hope it soothes your soul. We thought about you all. We never forgot you.

[wolfmanthe1st]

The purpose of each life is to learn lessons/skills that our soul wants us to learn and gain certain experiences. In each life it is as though we are acting out a script aimed at learning those lessons. Each life is a small microcosm of our existence. Most people have had over 200 lifetimes whether here on Earth or elsewhere & Earth. Sometimes when we create karma through harm to another person we swap sides and have that harm repaid by having whatever it was done to us.

Once we have learned all the lessons we will become what is referred to as a Master and then graduate from the "Wheel of Rebirth". You will know that you in the ballpark of that occurring when your heart is full of love and you realize that we are all one.

[Oceansofawareness]

Good question!

Well I know I have been around for a long long time, certain connections with tribal and ancient civilizations. If we're just talking human lives, then I have had too many to count. If you're including animals and other organics I'm quite sure I've experienced those too. A very very old soul here. Too difficult to name one in particular. The importance of knowing specific lives I'm not sure of but I will say due to being a veteran no life is insignificant. All the lessons to be learned requires many life times of that I am sure. I do not think that one can learn all there is to learn in one lifetime, hence my belief in reincarnation. This all important circle of life has meaning and purpose, it comforts me to think of it in terms like this.

[Aleksei]

I've recalled many lives at the moment. Over 20.

[Unseelie Queen]

I only remember vague snippets, mostly. Including:

-Living in a small, heavily wooded (perhaps somewhere in the Ozarks or North Carolina, or Tennessee) and green little village. Maybe the outskirts of some town. Somewhere between 1930s-50s. From where I stand in the clearest memory, there's a burning chapel on a hill ahead of me, and a small river or creek to my right. There's chaos, fighting, running. A horrible man named Lee who is always looming and staring. There's some kind of awful reform school nearby. I have a step-brother who stalks me. There's a girl named Lily, a teenager, who I think was killed. A very soft-spoken, feminine girl. Dark skin, dark hair in a curly ponytail. She appears in my head to this day quite often.

-Being a child-bride (or teenage perhaps) in a candlelit temple somewhere in ancient Persia. I was waiting by a wall. A kind man (who was rather androgynous in demeanor/appearance) was to bring me to someone on the other side.

-Ireland, somewhere between the 12th and 15th century. I have dark curly hair, blue eyes, and a long, midnight-blue dress that I love. I am extremely sad, pacing around a castle-like (but not extravagant) house. I feel abandoned. I'm young, and probably mentally ill. My husband is away, and his cousin or brother keeps dropping in, trying to manipulate me. One day, I walk up the stairs, and turn right onto the narrow stone hall. At the end, there's a small window to my left. Outside it's cloudy, and there's green hills and little yellow flowers. Water in the distance. I step forward, turn to face the other curved stairwell (that leads down into a cellar or basement/dungeon), and let myself fall down. It's a very steep, jagged stairwell. I feel my bones crack and break.

-I faintly remember being a mother (in or from China) to a little girl with Down's syndrome. I feel a profound longing when I think of her.

-I strongly remember living alone in some other dimension, or on some other planet-- a small, watery, dusky, unpopulated planet with hues of purple and green. It looked like an odd cross between coastal Ireland/Wales and Costa Rica. It was not on Earth, however. I always stood in this pool of water that lead into a cave, with a green fjord-like cliff above. Someone I dated a long time ago even dreamed of me bringing him there, floating over him.

-Being killed in the Halabja chemical attack of 1988. Right before it happened, I was standing in a kitchen. I was a child, I think. I started feeling really strange all of a sudden, and then I felt delirious and began laughing, and then collapsed.

-I have many vague memories of the in-between state between lifetimes/physical incarnations, in which I have a different appearance. In some of these, I am trapped in a tower that's in the center of a vast grey sea. In others, I am flying out of some strange, dark world while carrying multiple souls with me, in attempt to save them.

-at least one life took place in a warzone, though I can't remember which or when. This is why gunshots and loud noises in small spaces give me panic attacks.

[Ginsune]

I have been told I have a very old soul. Which is likely given as when I attended a psychic event with friends a few years ago the psychic medium refused to read me – apparently my spiritual presence was overwhelming. Ironically, I have had a very religious woman in her 60s [very devoted lady] refer to me as an “angel child” as I and mum were passing her by on the way to the local library since – despite mum jokingly saying otherwise and despite having never met this woman in my life.

As for past lives, I have had many. Some are just flashes of memories.

However, I have lived in 1200s Germany. I was the son of a lord or king. I remember the location so vividly that when I eventually visited Germany at the insistence of friends during this life it was almost as if someone had transported me back to that era. I could recount everything – the position of the lake in relation to the town, though now it was just ruins where the familial castle had once stood – with crystalline finesse despite having never seen this place during my living years. It was remote area not a place readily photographed via magazine or internet.


I was alive during the 1500s. A woman, a healer of sorts – yes that isn’t unusual, the “doctors” of the family during the old eras weren’t men but the women. I remember being extremely generous, looking after people at all hours. My husband had been born into mid or upper-class family and had been trained as an officer [military] during his youth, however, he was a poet and an artist at heart. We adored one another. We were well liked in the town. However, a turn in the tides as the saying goes and things changed.

I have very good reason to believe that that prior husband has been reincarnated as a friend of the family. Why? Well despite being a people person I always observe people [even relatives] before deciding that they are worth the effort of talking to or dealing with. It is a backlash of one prior life lived where been cautious was indeed a life saver. However, during this life when I met this chap [older than me] a few years ago visiting relatives, it was a completely different story. My brother jokes if I had been a dog my tail would have started wagging the moment that this family friend walked through the door; forget standing back & observing we were talking instantly, as if having known one another our entire lives.


I have been a WWI pilot. And in a prior life seemed to have died from height. The reason why I say this is because I have flown airplanes [private pilot’s license, caught on immediately] and love flying myself or others around. Yet I have an absolutely irrational fear of heights in other settings – I hate elevators, escalators, cliff sides, and even steep stairs with a passion.

I have been a soldier, male. Vietnam War. This is the recent life I have been reliving in dreams – I have died more than a dozen times in my dreams as this man only to wake up instantly to find myself lying in bed in my room. I believe this explains, when I was in the military, how I could field strip a related rifle to the M16 [the M16 was used during the Vietnam War] in under two minutes, no practice – as fast as my sergeant who has been around guns his entire life, and I had never handled a gun in my life prior to military experience.

[Simdjs]

I know of a few past lives for me - not all just a few.

I was a women in a tribe with blonde hair and we were gathered together giving praise for the origins of us - a reptile. My job was to embody the spirit while the man next to me in white face paint was to channel it. Once it entered into me, I flung around like a lizard on the dirt. There was a big fire in our circle and this was at night. Loads of drums playing during this ceremony.

Next life I remember I was transported through Grecian columns zeroing in on a women that was wearing a cape with Isis wings on the back of it. I found myself in a bathing chamber in the center bath. Everything was covered in marble and there were other girls around me. Guards of Egyptian style grab was around us for protection. (This is the first life with my husband). He was one of those guards. We had an forbidden love as I remember his hand caressing my face.

The last life I remember was during the 1930s in NY where I was a male thug that would rough up or kill people for my boss. I had an affair with my bosses wife and he knew it. He liked me so he gave me a choice to kill her or he'll get someone else to kill me and her if I choose not to do the deed. Since I loved her, I ran out west riding a train. - To this day I never want to go to New York City.

I now lost the ability to travel back in time since other gifts have become more active. I sure loved to astral project.

[creatureoflight]

I have had a lot of past lives.
Inuit Native American, living somewhere 4000-5000 years ago
Roman soldier who loved watching gladiators
short life as a child in medieval times, died of a horrible disease
Japanese lover to a samurai
Red-haired girl in 18th century England, was killed by a jealous lover
Russian woman who lived from 1890-1970 and survived a lot of wars

I am pretty sure I was a prostitute in post-revolutionary France. I died penniless in the shock of winter.