A Reincarnation Experience

[Robert]

Years before I knew about reincarnation, I started having reincarnation dreams. A serious illness started the recall when I was seven and it continued, triggered by things in the environment.

In these dreams, I was always someone else, always an adult even though I was young. One dream happened when I was 16 years old.

In this dream, I was in a railroad station. I was in my middle twenties, I wore glasses and my hair color was different. There was a very overweight woman with two sons sitting on a bench. I knew this woman and was asking her to loan me money for a fare and I would pay her back when I got back to the town we were both from. She proceeded to scold me for spending all my money at the Oktoberfest. This conversation was taking place in German. I didn't realize it at first. But when my conscious self became more active, I started wondering how I could be speaking this language that I had only been taking in class for six weeks. When this happened the dream ended.

I talk in my sleep sometimes and I've been told I speak foreign languages at times.

Even though I didn't know about reincarnation until I was 20, I knew it was me in this dream and others that I had.

Has anyone else had dream experiences from other lives?

[Lourdes]

I have posted the below story on Robert's Reincarnation Group. I'm reposting here so that others can also read it:

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Thank you for your invitation.

I've always found reincarnation to be an interesting subject, but mostly I've had my own experiences... I think.

There was a point in my life where I was practicing a certain training supposedly to develop your inner self and open up. It was during my studies as a Rosicrucian. Well, something happened because during those meditative periods I got the most incredible vivid image in my mind, almost like a short movie that as of this day I can replay whenever I want and none of the elements are ever lost. That was about 30 years ago.

Let me add that I'm currently, in this life, short and brunette, completely different from what I see in my replays.

Here's the description:

It is strange to be able to describe myself and at the same time “be” myself, if you understand what I mean.

I am swinging myself from a homemade swing made of old ropes and a piece of wood, attached to a large tree. I can see my legs in the movement of keeping up a steady swing, forward to take impulse. I'm wearing a dress from that time, I guess; the fabric has small checkers of white and light blue, on top it seems as it stops below my breast line, very tight to my body all the way to my waste but the skirt is very lose and flows with the wind and the swing motion; underneath I'm wearing a white low cut shirt with very short sleeves. I have long, blonde hair and blue eyes with a very fair completion. I”m very tall. I see a landscape like a prairie, short, green grass all around. In front of me I see a small, white cottage. In my mind I recognize it as my own. The sky is blue. During this time all that comes in my mind is the place Amsterdam. I feel very happy and content. I'm alone. If I think harder I see myself with the same clothes in an old fashioned tavern serving men large glasses of beer. Everyone seems happy. They're all men and the feeling I get is that they all know me and respect me. Maybe I'm the owner of that tavern... that I don't know. What I don't understand is that I practically have two completely, separate short movies; the one on the swing and all of a sudden jumping to the tavern. Both experiences are very pleasant.

I've tried for 30 years to open up and be able to “see” the continuation of that dream but I haven't been able. The only thing is that no matter when I reply that movie in my mind it doesn't change, even the feelings of happiness and content. I wish I knew if that's suppose to place a part of my current life.

Honestly, I can tell you that my gut feeling tells me that I wish I was there right now. I'm too tied to this experience and I don't know how to correlate it in any way.

Any suggestions?

[Brandy Stark/SPIRITS of St. Pete]

I am an educator in the higher ed system. I teach World Religions and Humanities. Years before I started teaching, as a graduate student, I had an experience. On occasion, I do share this with students (but not often).

I was walking in the park. I walk about 14 miles a week, and I have for years (since I was an undergraduate years ago). I walk the same way each day to the same park. This particular day was beautiful -- not hot or cold, and I felt very good.

I remember that there was this odd experience that happened -- literally -- between footsteps. It was as if a bubble burst inside of me. All of a sudden, I saw myself as a tall, older man. He was over 6 feet tall and hunched over because he felt out of place with his tallness. He was out in a dry and dull climate, but he wore garments of a Protestant clergyman from the NE US. He had a beaked nose, long turkey neck, and was balding. Our eyes were similar (blue/gray). He was married, but I couldn't see his wife's face. She had auburn hair, but no personality picked up. She was clingy. He had a daughter and the daughter was, in this life, my mother. The daughter was a humiliation to him because she had gotten pregnant out of wedlock or run off with a man I had not approved. I felt she had ruined my reputation as clergy often live in a glass bowl...

The odd thing was that he was a fundamentalist (I am very liberal, with a mindset towards eastern ideologies, but a fascination with Rome and the origins of Christianity). The last thought "he/I" had was this: The Bible says that there is no reincarnation. "He/I" lived by a strict interpretation of the Bible (did what it said) and now *I* was back. And he was FURIOUS. I can't even tell you the anger. And then my other foot came down as I finished the step.

I was so surprised that it took me a few more seconds to register that this had happened. I do not, nor ever have, drink, do drugs, or smoke. As far as I know, I am sane. The event had not happened before nor has it really happened again.

I can say that as a child, though, I always wanted to be 6'3" and I wondered if that is how tall he was...(I stopped at 5'3"). I also wondered if it's why I have an on-again-off-again relationship with Christianity and have struggled most with its philosophies when I study world religions (and I teach Primal/Tribal, Hinduism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Taoism, Zoroastrianism, Judaism, Christianity, Islam, and a small segment on modern religions (Voodoo, Wicca, etc.) every semester).

So, there you go!

[Robert]

Hi:

This is a great demonstration of how past lives impact the present. Thanks for sharing.

It's my opinion that everyone could benefit from learning about their earlier lives.

Robert M. Stone, M.S.