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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/

yes a pioneer in the west, and further back a peasant during medieval times to the east.

Funny, I heard of many females say that they were princesses. And males that they soldiers or warriors.

hehe well not I my roots are of a simple up bringing cap'n

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.

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?

I wonder what Lady Cop and Bothwell think they were in the last life?

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!

And I don't believe that we will meet our loved ones on any other side. We are all individual spirits or souls.

LOL!! Probably burned as a witch or indenturing myself out of newgate on a one way trip to the colonies, mate! :wah:

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.

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?

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.

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.

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!

I'm wondering if Mr Hitler will return

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!

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?

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!

One's mind can and does play little tricks on one's thoughts! :-2

(Awake or Asleep)

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

thanks Val, now i will too! AGHHHHHH :wah:

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!!

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