I would love to get a regression session done.
I do have suspicions on past lives…no idea why, but just thoughts…
One of the first settlers of Australia (male). Possibly a murderer offered some sort of second chance and sent, as a convict, to colonize Australia.
An aristocratic Victorian (female). Died fairly young, early teens, possibly. I get bizarre chills whenever I go to Dundurn Castle in my hometown. So, I dunno.
This one time? I was a “fertilizer salesman”? I had my own cart? And a camel to pull it? And this one time? The cart started to roll backwards? And it crushed me? And I died.
Then there’s the life where I was a one-legged fisherman. I told my daughter she couldn’t marry that potter boy from town so she ran off with him anyway. I lived alone in my shack (my wife and two sons died from some plague or another) until I caught pneumonia. Then I died.
I went into the army to impress one of the village girls. Note: A leather helmet is not much help against a Roman javelin through your chest…
I was a Viking once. Got scurvy and died. Lots of raping and pilaging first though. (Rape, pillage THEN burn. This is important.)
I think that’s about it.
My mom said that when I was little (4 years old), I used to tell her stories about how I used to be a boy. She has some of them on tape somewhere at the house. Apparently I died in a car wreck. I don’t know what that has to do with my current life, but I’d be interested in figuring it out.
I would really LOVE to believe this, but I think when I was a kid, I had the assumption that you had to go through life as one sex, and then when you died, you came back as the other sex. I was a really weird kid.
Interesting thread, viva. Neat to see what my fellow Dopers have been doing for the last few centuries! 
I think I was probably a crazy cave-dwelling hermit in, say, the late Middle Ages. I was accused of witchcraft (my habit of talking to animals would appear to support that I had beastly familiars), and having no friends or family to come to my defense, I was hanged.
In my NEXT life, I will be a snail. The kind that come out all over the place just after it rains. I will try to cross the street at an inopportune time, and get squooshed by a mail truck.
Stone age Native American hunter living, I think, along the Rio Grand. I have very vivid flashes of the scenery and of carrying a small antelope on my shoulders.
More vivid flashes of a brief lifetime as a young woman who committed suicide in a bathtub by slitting my wrists. I’m not sure of the time frame but the dress was pre Nineteenth Century.
One that I kid people about is that I was a Riverboat Gambler who was shot in the back. Hence my extreme aversion to sitting at a table with my back to the room.
Past life experiences have also interested me. There is a little formula that a lot of people use to go through these things.
ETC. This would be more fun as a fill in the blank type of poll.
I was Napoleon. Duh.
Um, correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought they burned witches at the stake? I don’t think they got off with a hanging.
I very distinctly remember sitting in a garden next to a large, off-white, Spanish home… I was very calm and the weather was just perfect. This has never actually happened to me… but whenever I catch sight of something with that spanish architecture, I long for that moment.
I also believe at some point that I was driven to suicide by visions or hauntings of some sort. I’m absolutely terrified of going insane and I can’t have anything near my wrists and it took me for-eh-ver to swallow pills.
I also believe that I shared these lives with certain people that I know in this life. I think this is why I just completely connect with some people from the get go and years of friendship wont break down the walls with others.
Whatever it was… I’m sure it’s been an interesting journey.
No, they actually did hang them, or press them to death more often than burn them.
English and American witches were hung, continental witches were burned. I believe this was becuase in England, witchcraft was a violation of secular law, rather than church law.
Witches were burned in Continental Europe. In England and Scotland they were hanged. (also in the American colonies iirc)
I don’t know if it means anything but I occasionly have vivid dreams that may or may not be past life related. In the last one I was walking through the streets of Staines (where I live now!) in medieval times, it was the reign of Edward III. I know this because the dream helpfully provided a pub sign that said Edward III-I guess that if you accept this was a reincarnation dream that was the dream’s way of telling me when it was! (most people at that time would have been illiterate of course so there wouldn’t really have been a pub sign with the current king’s name on!)
Had similar dreams of similar period before. In one I was being hanged:eek: in another I was a serving girl in a pub and my mum was my sister who had long red hair and looks nothing like my mum actually does(and I know it was my mum cos she had an anachronistc cigarette hanging out of her mouth, I think that was the dream’s way of letting me know who she was, also my brother was there , I don’t remember but I think he might have been my brother then too.
And I know I used to think about executions a lot as a kid and was really morbid about it. I played at condemned prisoners! then again maybe this doesn’t mean anything and I am just wierd 
In my previous life, I was the oldest turtle in the world, except nobody knew it. Then I got skooshed by a truck.
Yes?
My whole life I have been so obsessed, captivated and drawn to, the ruins at Machu Picchu, that I feel I must have resided there somehow in a former life.
This of course was on your rare excursions onto land. Perhaps you mistook the submarine for a truck? heheh