me too. It’s all in the past anyways, no sense dwelling on it 
Nazi concentration camp guard.
Upper class Victorian wife who had ribs removed without anaesthetic.
I’m blanking on them though. About a decade ago, I did a lot of rebirthing and most of my sessions involved pastlife recall. Very vivid and detailed recall of past lives but I can’t remember them all. Apart from those two which sucked to go through even if I do think they were totally imaginary. ::shudder::
I don’t know if I believe in reincarnation but it’s intriguing to think that we may be reaping in this life, what we sowed in the last. If that’s the case, then, judging by some of the men I’ve dated, I must have been a real prick to women in some previous life. 
My husband has mentioned that, next time around, he’d like to be reincarnated as a women’s bicycle seat 
To completely discredit my *elder status * I have here after 4100 posts, I have no status, I’m just a cherry picker I would like to state I love past life stories, yet strangely enough, have never done a Past Life Regression, as it bothers me to know that I am probably being conned.
Being a New Age Flake and a Doper/Skeptic is like being Bi-polar. I’m sooooo confused 
I have never read any books, so if anyone can recommend any.
Anywhoo,
I am pretty sure that in a past life I probably was a farmer of some sort. It is something that warms me to my bones.
And I have a strange …uh…not exactly obsession…but…obsession is all that fits, with being stabbed in the stomach. In all my stories I write, if someone gets seriously injured, it is by knife. I never realized it until I did a marathon session of my incomplete stories and went…" Hmmmm, some kind of phsycosis is happening here…Velly interesting."
I think my dog has been reincarnated with me in past lives. Just judging by the way she knows how to push my buttons.
I was a bowl of petunias plunging towards the surface of the planet Magrathea from an initial non-orbital height of about 50 miles.
Hi, Wonko!
I’m not sure that I believe in past lives. But, if I did, I am sure that I played cricket in it. I possibly also taught history at Oxford. I’m sure because it’s the only way I can explain how I, who at 15 was living in rural Pennsylvania and certain to lead a somewhat pedestrian existence as an engineer or computer programmer, and who had never even heard of cricket, somehow ended up 8 years later studying history at Oxford and playing cricket for my college. It’s obvious I’m trying to live my old life over again.
The only disappointment is that I haven’t been living my old life as well the second time round 
I was the only child of a minor knight and his lady in the 1300’s. Strangely enough, my SO was the son of the blacksmith on our manor and was my best friend.
An imate in a concentration camp during WWII and sewing German solders’ uniforms. Actually that’s a nightmare.
I hate to say this, but if there is reincarnation, I would bet that EVERYONE has been a farmer or such at one point, by weight of sheer numbers alone. Anyone who claims to have been nothing but a rich or famous person is lying (or the system is completely screwed up).
I wonder if my plethora of stories that end in nuclear explosions means anything in this regard (Other then the fact I used to think nuclear explosions were really cool).
Perhaps a former spouse?
wonders why he never has any of these historical-might-possibly-be-past-life-though-he-doesn’t-believe-in-past-lives-except-in-fiction dreams.
Apparently Marcel Duchamp died on my birthday so I’ve always wanted to believe I was Marcel Duchamp. But I can’t play chess.
I was the eldest daughter of the last Russian Tsar, Grand Duchess Olga. I have so much in common with her personality-wise and the royal in history that I have a crush on-Alexander of Yugoslavia-was rumored to have been in love with her. And also a lot of little things that probably wouldn’t make much sense but all add up. Or it’s just wishful thinking.
I also think I must have died on a sunken ship, because of my dreams about shipwrecks, and I also have a very horrid fear of snakes that I’ve had since before I can remember, so there’s gotta be something in there.
I also think I must have lived in rural Ireland or Scotland at one time when the British were invading. Mainly because I get so fired up about it.
Father Guido Sarducci thinks that nuns were all former mafiosos in their past lives. They have a lot to make up for.
If there is such a thing as past lives, then I was Japanese, and I drowned in the ocean. That’s all I can be sure of. Maybe a kamikaze pilot in WWII or something. Though kamikazi-ing into the ocean and drowning has to be considered a somewhat less than satisfying culmination of a life’s work. Oh well. If it was a past life then I’m getting another go at it right now, so I guess I can’t complain.
I’ve never done a regression thingy, though – this is just what I piece together from the warm feelings I get when I think about Japan (bonsai trees in particular give me the fuzzies), the indescribably dark horror I feel when I see/think about the immense depths of the ocean, and the panicky “ohmygodIcan’tbreathe” feeling I get when I chug water.
I was a vile sinner who spent a lot of time in the stocks somewhere in colonial New England. I say this because I simply cannot stand clothes that fit tightly (or even semi-tightly) around my wrists, or that have a high or stiff collar. Turtlenecks are completely out of the question, and if I wear a button-down shirt I have to unbutton it almost to the point of indecency and I’m constantly pulling the collar away from my neck. If I wear a long sleeved shirt I have to push or roll the cuffs up.
Whatever were the sins of my past life, they have condemned me to go through this life in scoop-necked T-shirts.
I was a man who lived alone in the mountains, etching out a soft and pleasant life with my hands. This was after a war in which I fought and was nearly killed. I see myself repeating this time and again throughout the history of the future.
This is my first life but I’m going to leave post-it notes around for my next incarnation. You know, things like, “I forgot to take out the garbage before I died. Can you do it for me? Thanks.”
Well…
I was a nomad of some sort. I only say this because I have an irrational fear of being tied down in any way. Lock a room that I’m in and I’ll have a panic attack.
- Temple cat (Cheetah) in ancient Egypt (Died via attack in Temple)
- Kitchen wench
- Carriage driver (apparently one who can keep secrets)
- Irish Field worker (died during the potatoe famine)
The first is only a suspicion of mine. The latter three were discovered by a friend and I have no reason to doubt them.
Always been curious about what a “regressionist” would say…although I’d have to do it two or three times to see if anything agrees…
What do you suppose they’d say of a Texan of Scottish and Irish extraction who is very involved with his Scottish Clan and often wears a kilt, collects edged weapons, loves asian food (particularly sushi) and martial arts, is an aviation nut and history buff and feels his chest swell with pride when he hears bagpipes? Oh, and I’m not particularly comfortable in high places or deep water…