Past Life Scenes And Their Meaning To Me

I had glimpses of past lives in dream and also in waking-dream. I tell the world about them to show how such hints look in people who do not astral-travel and are not "psychic". None of the scenes below contains PROOF of past lives but all of them are best explainable by the Reincarnation concept. Dreams of this kind must be very common!

My first past life seems to have taken place on a planet that is no more but it was inhabited by humans. They lived in subterranean areas. In my dream I was a boy child of about eight or nine years, and it was a raid, all people being evacuated to space-ships. To reach them we had to go to Surface where I had never been. We went out and the first thing I saw was also the first non human life form I had seen - a little snake that had two tails (I now know this misgrowth sometimes happens in snakes on Earth, perhaps the snake had two tails for mutagenic forces existing on Surface, atomic radiation or so). I was so fascinated of this snake that I stayed staring at it and the group went on without me. When I realized I was left back I started to run and shout but no one noticed not even my parents and the group entered the ship without me and the ship went off. I thought what to do now? And just returned to my little snake, and sat down legs crossed, before her. Then it went cold and snow fell, and I suffered from the cold, but I just sat there. At last I died and I did not suffer from the cold no more.

This dream told me that I perhaps love the Planet I live on more than my human brethren not only in this life but that I did so even several lives ago. It told me this is OK. It is my task to be such a person. Earth needs such ones.

Another was in late Middle Ages. I saw this before my inner eye as a waking-dream while listening to music in a meditation group. It was at a time when I thought I had spoiled my reputation.

I found myself on what I first thought to be Calvary Mountain where Jesus had died but it was just a gallow-hill as many towns in Middle Age had. I sat below the gallows. I was, during this incarnation, a member of first generation of Franciscan Order and had run from the Order for being overtaxed by something, I do not know what. I then looked at the back of my right hand and with horror I saw it was covered with crusts and a deep fissure ran over it and I thought immediately, this is Leprosy and I acquired it as punishment for my running away. Then I looked before me and I saw a monk in clothing of Franciscan Order, I thought him during the dream to be St Francis himself, coming up the hill. I cried out "Francis stay away, please stay away! I am a leper!" But the monk answered: "What, a leper, such a nonsense, you are just completely run-down and dirty. Come down to the village with me, there is a bathing-house!"

This dream told me I was not as "run down and dirty" in my present reality than I supposed.

It also has a connection to my near relations in this life. My grand-aunt who did most of my rearing and religious education was a Nun of Third Order of St Francis - a real Unknown Saint, who had, among many other deeds of Courage and Charity, hidden politically pursued persons during Nazi time and she was twice summoned to "Brown House" in Munich where the S.A. Troopers were, to check her out if she did "wrong", but she then acted to the troopers as if she were a dumb little servant nun who knew only how to kill vermin and how to say her Rosary, and those troopers, dumb as they were themselves, got kidded by this and she was not jailed.

Another was just a short glimpse, half-waking, with great horror I felt I had been somehow engaged in torturing during Inquisition. I saw no one and no scene but I knew I had done such outrages. I think this was after the Franciscan life. It explains to me why I had to face so much unjust behavior of the Church of my Childhood, and to be really badly disappointed and deceived by it - it was my penance.

There also was some vague dream in which I was told that in my last incarnation all issues unsolved in the lives before would come back. I don't remember it clearly but I think it was during the Franciscan life that I was thus informed. This life of mine is full of "issues" but I don't dare to think it to be the last... Hope I can resolve enough now to expect a HAPPY and EASY last life in the future!

The most detailed scene was again somewhat younger, I think it happened in the 1500s. I was a Wise Woman in an isolated village, engaged in treatment of diseases by herbs. I used belladonna too and this poisonous herb was strictly forbidden by the Church, to use it meant to be a witch and to have to die.

In this dream now I was collecting belladonna leaf in the forest and the village priest saw me and I saw him watching. Thus I knew my dice had fallen and I was going to die. I lay down on a layer of green moss and wept, and said fare-well to the forest. Then I went back to the village.

At its entry the priest waited, with a rope to bind my hands and two men, and they bound me and led me through the village, and all the people stood there in a row and threw insults and dirt at me, and those who shouted loudest were those I had helped most, and at last I was led into the cellar below the church and left there overnight.

Next morning they led me out and there was a stake to burn me alive. Till then I had kept relatively calm. But to get burned alive was too much, I fell into pure panic, and knelt down before the priest and cried out I was a sinner and that I repented - in fact I had nothing to repent and I knew that but I was no longer allowed to know it, it would have meant to burn alive, thus from mere fear I really believed at this gruesome, horrible moment that the Church was right to condemn me and my deeds. Fear had made me insane for this moment!

My crazy and cowardish repentance was the price for mercy which consisted in getting killed quickly and being burned only after death; so was the custom in Inquisition of witches. And yes, the priest waved to a man behind him and the man put the rope round my neck and strangled me, and they burned only my corpse.

I think from this experience stems the fact that I can be talked into believing and uttering things below my intellectual level and against my real recognition if I get threatened too harshly. I often betrayed what I really knew when such pressure was used onto me. Fear of the fires of Hell, for example, kept me much too long within Catholicism - the fact that I knew no serious alternative too, but the main thing that bound me was that fear.

God, my Creator, Lord of Truth, please, please give to me the gift of NOT shrinking back and saying what my enemies want to hear and of resisting upright, when another challenge of this kind comes onto me, may it be in this incarnation or in the next one!

There also was the following dream that perhaps was a bit lucid:

I was on a small flat at a mountain-side looking down into a canyon lined with spruces, needle-trees, and I felt I knew the place. A narrow path led to it from the right side. It looked like Alps, Switzerland perhaps. Then I thought look around perhaps you see where this place is. And behind me, then, I saw a little cave, like those which are built for statues of St Mary, and in the cave was a table at the wall on which was written: "Konrad, Einsiedler, verstorben I'm Jahre 136*" (Conrad the Hermit, died in the year of 136*) - I do not remember the last number of the date. I researched the WEb for Hermits named Conrad who have lived in Switzerland. There were several of them but all who are documented in WWW have lived later, not in the 1300s. Nevertheless I suppose the place seen really exists and that one could retrieve it if one took much time and effort. It is not clear whether I was the hermit himself or just a friend, or a scholar, of that man.

This dream is connected with the fact that I depicted hermits when I was a kid - over and over and over again, hermits in caves. I often also wished to become one- and still do. Hope I will be able to it.

Of more recent lives I have no detailed images. I only feel that I once was a black Christian slave-woman in North America - hence my natural feeling for Gospel songs, and my deep desire for freedom for every human on Earth - and once a Native American man - hence the fact that I loved to depict hunting half-naked wild men and their prey when I was a kid, and my familiarity with "jungle" of any kind where I never feared anything, cut trees at an age when other girls play with Barbie dolls (UUUGH, awful!) and coped with stingy-nettles, thorns, insect bites, and cuts as a thing not worth of one word.