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Have you been here before?
Ever felt a sense of deja vu in a place you were visiting for the first time?
It is the year 1810. The world is a murkier, harsher place. There are no televisions, airplanes or internet forums and even crazy Frog ringtones. The question is.What are you doing?
To those who believe we have each lived through a series of previous lives, like the world's 350 million Buddhists and Kylie Minogue.
Were you at Waterloo? A home counties squire? A princess in some far-eastern palace? The possibilities are endless.
A programme recently on ITV UK, hosted by Philip Schofield. Many people on the programme were regressed back in time.
Science, is for once, is stumped. Men in lab white coats have demolished the possibility of UFO abduction, abominable snow beasts and lake-dwelling dinosaurs. Even the Turin Shroud has been exposed as medieval sleight-of-hand. The past lives theory, however, has proved more stubborn.Reincarnation is it all in the mind?
Ed Power c/o www.unison.ie/
Ever felt a sense of deja vu in a place you were visiting for the first time?
It is the year 1810. The world is a murkier, harsher place. There are no televisions, airplanes or internet forums and even crazy Frog ringtones. The question is.What are you doing?
To those who believe we have each lived through a series of previous lives, like the world's 350 million Buddhists and Kylie Minogue.
Were you at Waterloo? A home counties squire? A princess in some far-eastern palace? The possibilities are endless.
A programme recently on ITV UK, hosted by Philip Schofield. Many people on the programme were regressed back in time.
Science, is for once, is stumped. Men in lab white coats have demolished the possibility of UFO abduction, abominable snow beasts and lake-dwelling dinosaurs. Even the Turin Shroud has been exposed as medieval sleight-of-hand. The past lives theory, however, has proved more stubborn.Reincarnation is it all in the mind?
Ed Power c/o www.unison.ie/
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yes a pioneer in the west, and further back a peasant during medieval times to the east.
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
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Funny, I heard of many females say that they were princesses. And males that they soldiers or warriors.

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hehe well not I my roots are of a simple up bringing cap'n
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
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In Buddhist doctrine, there is no such thing as a soul as the word is commonly understood. Tibetan Monks, for example, believe that a new-born child may be the reincarnation of someone who has passed on. In Tibet the essence of an important spiritual leader (such as the Dalai Lama) is said to pass to an infant born nine months after his death.
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capt_buzzard wrote: In Buddhist doctrine, there is no such thing as a soul as the word is commonly understood. Tibetan Monks, for example, believe that a new-born child may be the reincarnation of someone who has passed on. In Tibet the essence of an important spiritual leader (such as the Dalai Lama) is said to pass to an infant born nine months after his death.
It really makes you wonder doesn't it. I mean why are some of us drawn to certain era's in history? Familiarity perhaps?
It really makes you wonder doesn't it. I mean why are some of us drawn to certain era's in history? Familiarity perhaps?
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
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I wonder what Lady Cop and Bothwell think they were in the last life?
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capt_buzzard wrote: I wonder what Lady Cop and Bothwell think they were in the last life?Bothwell and Mary Stuart Queen of Scots of course!
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And I don't believe that we will meet our loved ones on any other side. We are all individual spirits or souls.
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LOL!! Probably burned as a witch or indenturing myself out of newgate on a one way trip to the colonies, mate! :wah:
~Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!~
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I have a recurring dream that I was at Antietam during the Civil War. Now...I had this dream many times before I got interested in that war, but one day when I was reading, I came across the battle of Antietam and FLASH!!!..
I got a clear as a bell flashback of myself lying, dying from a chest wound in the tall weeds of the forest clearing and somehow....I knew it was Antietam.
Weird, huh?
Oh...I forgot to mention that when I first got my harmonica, I picked it up and on the first day I was already playing many interesting tunes and melodies. My family was amazed that I could pick it up so fast without knowing how to read music.
Only decades later did I come to find out that they were all obscure Civil War songs.
I got a clear as a bell flashback of myself lying, dying from a chest wound in the tall weeds of the forest clearing and somehow....I knew it was Antietam.
Weird, huh?
Oh...I forgot to mention that when I first got my harmonica, I picked it up and on the first day I was already playing many interesting tunes and melodies. My family was amazed that I could pick it up so fast without knowing how to read music.
Only decades later did I come to find out that they were all obscure Civil War songs.
All the world's a stage and the men and women merely players...Shakespeare
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maybe were don't come from pervious lives but carry forward in our blood parts of our ancestors?? things that happened to them and these come with us through out our lives?
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
• Mae West
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Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.
I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.
I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.
In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.
While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.
See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.
In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.
Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.
Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.
So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.
-Through A Glass, Darkly
Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.
I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.
I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.
In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.
While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.
See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.
In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.
Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.
Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.
So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.
-Through A Glass, Darkly
Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.
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I was probably a farmer or a farmer's wife. I come from generations of farmers and ranchers. It may be why I have a love of the land. I doubt I was ever anyone important - like a princess - but I bet I was important to my family.
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flopstock wrote: i'd hate to think this is a reward for a past life!
On the up side capt, was afraid for a moment i was going to be opening up a religious experience. :)Post it!
On the up side capt, was afraid for a moment i was going to be opening up a religious experience. :)Post it!
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I'm wondering if Mr Hitler will return
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flopstock wrote: i'd hate to think this is a reward for a past life!
On the up side capt, was afraid for a moment i was going to be opening up a religious experience.
LOL!! :yh_rotfl nice one!
On the up side capt, was afraid for a moment i was going to be opening up a religious experience.

LOL!! :yh_rotfl nice one!
~Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!~
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capt_buzzard wrote: I'm wondering if Mr Hitler will return
GAWD! With the ability to clone anything these days........Can you imagine what would happen to the world if they decided to clone.....say for instance, Mohammed? :-3 Napolean? Shoot! LOL! or even Henry the 8th?
GAWD! With the ability to clone anything these days........Can you imagine what would happen to the world if they decided to clone.....say for instance, Mohammed? :-3 Napolean? Shoot! LOL! or even Henry the 8th?
~Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!~
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Raven wrote: GAWD! With the ability to clone anything these days........Can you imagine what would happen to the world if they decided to clone.....say for instance, Mohammed? :-3 Napolean? Shoot! LOL! or even Henry the 8th?
Henry the 8th I am, I am! Henry the 8th I am!
Henry the 8th I am, I am! Henry the 8th I am!
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One's mind can and does play little tricks on one's thoughts! :-2
(Awake or Asleep)
(Awake or Asleep)
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BuckTurgidson wrote: Henry the 8th I am, I am! Henry the 8th I am!I got married to the widow next door
She's been married 7 times before
And every one was an 'enery
She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
NO MAM!
I'm her eigth old man I'm 'enery,
'Enery the Eighth I am!
(Great now I'll be singing THAT all night!)
:D
She's been married 7 times before
And every one was an 'enery
She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
NO MAM!
I'm her eigth old man I'm 'enery,
'Enery the Eighth I am!
(Great now I'll be singing THAT all night!)
:D
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thanks Val, now i will too! AGHHHHHH :wah:
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valerie wrote: I got married to the widow next door
She's been married 7 times before
And every one was an 'enery
She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
NO MAM!
I'm her eigth old man I'm 'enery,
'Enery the Eighth I am!
(Great now I'll be singing THAT all night!)
:D
Glad to help!!
She's been married 7 times before
And every one was an 'enery
She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam
NO MAM!
I'm her eigth old man I'm 'enery,
'Enery the Eighth I am!
(Great now I'll be singing THAT all night!)
:D
Glad to help!!

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Thankyou for this. I was very upset recently (about february) when during a past life regression thing it was not the goddess i thought I was which appeared.
Instead i was a cowhand, wearing flappy things on my legs and up to my knees in dirt. Yes it was a real experience and I was not happy about it at all.
However the whole episode (including my wife and 6 children and me being killed by an arrow in my throat) made perfect sense to me upon awakening.
What is more I was born with a tumour in my neck which had to be cut out.
So I would say that we have all had previous incarnations and we will do so until we do what it is we are here to do, ie. sing our song.
I do wish I could have been a queen or goddess though, my past lives seem to have been fraught with turmoil. Oh and there was one where I was thrown from a high place for practising the black arts and I was living recently next to the "ducking stool" in Christchurch Dorset and I have always known I was a naughty person in previous lives.
Going for Gold in this one though, don't want to come back here again.
namaste
Lizzie love :-4
Instead i was a cowhand, wearing flappy things on my legs and up to my knees in dirt. Yes it was a real experience and I was not happy about it at all.
However the whole episode (including my wife and 6 children and me being killed by an arrow in my throat) made perfect sense to me upon awakening.
What is more I was born with a tumour in my neck which had to be cut out.
So I would say that we have all had previous incarnations and we will do so until we do what it is we are here to do, ie. sing our song.
I do wish I could have been a queen or goddess though, my past lives seem to have been fraught with turmoil. Oh and there was one where I was thrown from a high place for practising the black arts and I was living recently next to the "ducking stool" in Christchurch Dorset and I have always known I was a naughty person in previous lives.
Going for Gold in this one though, don't want to come back here again.
namaste
Lizzie love :-4
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