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JANINE'S FAMOUS PAST LIFE
DOUG SIMPSON'S STORIES
THE PAST LIVES OF LUIS SOLA
THROUGH THE EYES OF A LOST HEIR...A ROMANOV CASE.
ANOTHER ROMANOV CASE
AGNES OF COURTNEY
SHARON TATE
TED BUNDY
DIED ON THE TITANIC
KAREN CARPENTER REINCARNATED
MARLENE GOODMAN'S PAST LIFE MEMORIES
VIVIAN LEIGH
JEFFREY DAHMER
JANINE'S FAMOUS PAST LIFE
A few years ago, I used to have some odd dreams about walking down to this basement lab and grew confused a little bit and shut it out. Then in labs (I am a chemist ironically!) I was doing some electrochemistry things as part of my course and strangely felt like I had done this work before. I got my best marks doing it! (Some people know where this is about to head.) Also mysteriously in organic chemistry write ups, I always used to write the script in the first person. I thought I was going slightly mad.
Then about a couple of years ago, I seen this image of this lab again, it looked Victorian and the walls were white and the lighting wasn’t all that great compared to now. So I kept on with it. In the meantime, I kept saying, “I am a transplanted Londoner” not really knowing what was going on. I couldn’t have realised what was going on. I then one day happened to have a look at said person on a photograph and noticed that my spine was freezing and I felt I was paralysed.
Other things picked up in visions, from my journal:
When I was heading into what was a Christmas lecture in Manchester, I heard “Hello Michael” in my head.
When I was going into a building with his name on, I felt myself smile and I wasn’t sure myself what was going on.
At RSC (Royal Society of Chemistry) meet and greet functions, I felt very odd, I don’t know how to describe it, it was like I was dizzy and feeling a bit out of it.
This is something interesting, I was once asleep and I heard this disembodied voice, who I later found out to be Roy Hyman, asking if I was this person, I can’t remember much of it as it seemed to come from my soul, rather than my head – if that makes sense?
I had a dream later on that I was giving a lecture to people in Victorian dress and I just seen this black jacket and the feeling of walking about this lecture hall with a man’s voice coming out of me.
Interestingly in studies I have had the following reaction from people:
One lecturer kept looking at me and smiling, this was a female lecturer!
After being at a seminar, the person who gave the lecturer was along with a professor of the department and he looked me straight in my eyes and flinched and was slightly panicking.
Kids seem to stare at me no end!
Recent visions I have seen include:
Being on or going on a steamboat in the middle of London, I was heading to Greenwich and I had this cockney accent, I had a sensation of wearing a top hat on and I seen money in my hands paying a fare and I had a newspaper with me. People on the boat were taking second looks at me.
Keeping to all things nautical, I had a vision of white bits of card in my hand and people behind looking as though as I was insane. (This was during the time of the “Great stink of London.” Visually the water looked like the toilet would look like someone with diarrhoea (sorry if you were in the middle of eating something.)) I noted in my journal that I had little tufts of hair coming out my hat. My thoughts whilst the white card was in the water was – “Why am I doing this?” And “This is REALLY quite potent.” A policeman (or as I would say a bobby) came up to me asking what I was doing and he seen who I was and he said, “Sorry to interrupt you…. I am not revealing who I am yet!) After that I heard behind me, “That fellow is only proving what we already know.” And there was silence pretty much.
Another interesting thing in my journal is when I met Isambard Kingdom Brunel, now this man I was wasn’t exactly the tallest of men, I had to look down at him, but Brunel himself heard me speak in my own accent, he called me a cockney bastard (I don’t swear!!) In the vision, I felt my jaw as it is now was moving also! The man who heard "my" own accent and was a little bit shocked!
The man who heard "my" own accent and was a little bit shocked!
I could go on forever with what I do have in my journal. But, there is something else I would like to mention before a big vision and the final reveal of who I was.
I seen myself coming down stairs and there was a LOT of people around me asking for my time and I could recall another 2 gentlemen talking to me at the bottom of the stairs. It think if it was in the now, I can see similar being like a big celeb and the paparazzi being around me like a hawk.
I was watching the Royal Institution Christmas lecture last year and unbeknown to me, I had cried.
Now for the big reveal.
I started to see a view of the following picture, I seen Daniell and I see my own hands whilst seemingly in deep conversation. (I am feeling myself shiver as I am typing this out.)
Daniell is the taller man in the picture and “I” am the one pointing my finger.
I seen this and yes, I believe to be Michael Faraday.
I have had my astrological chart done and it came out that I had a past life where I was a lecturer and was famous and it was in the 1800’s and it was working with energy!
I had a simultaneous past life recall with a friend who is psychic as well as myself. (*ducks*) And she fancied me in this past life.
There is a twist to this as well, I have an online friend called Shirley Mary Fish, her website is - http://shirleymaryfish.authorsxpress.com/author/shirleymaryfish/ and we connected and it turns out she was Sir Humphry Davy!!!! She apologised to me and said that Humphry loved Faraday and it was his fault that Faraday got penalised for plagiarism and he planted something as he was a bit jealous. (To this day ironically I am pedantic about it).
Janine Gillespie
Doug Simpson, a retired high school teacher from Canada. His article titled Jesus' Secret Healing appeared in the April-June 2010 Venture Inward Magazine, and another article titled The Reincarnation Of Martha Washington, was published in the September 2010 Aquarius Magazine under the heading Reincarnation - Who Do We Come In With? He may be contacted at jesuscayce@yahoo.com. His website is at http://dousimp.mnsi.net.
THE STORY OF THE SOULS OF JESUS THE CHRIST AND EDGAR CAYCE IN PALESTINE
WHO WERE YOU IN YOUR PAST LIFETIMES?
THE REINCARNATION OF MARTHA WASHINGTON
THE REINCARNATION OF THOMAS JEFFERSON
WHO WERE YOU IN YOUR PAST LIFETIMES?
The legendary American mystic from Virginia Beach, Virginia, Edgar Cayce, gave approximately 2500 life or reincarnation readings for some 2000 different individuals. Needless to say, most of them were delighted to receive information on their previous incarnations, and a few were startled to discover their past connections to historical individuals and events.
Mrs. 5373 was one of the last people to be granted a life reading from the very-ill Edgar Cayce, who would shortly after suffer a stroke which would ultimately result in his death six months later. Her friend, Mrs. 808, had received twenty medical and past-life readings from Edgar, so Mrs. 5373 had some idea of what she might discover from her past, but the results certainly propelled her into the startled minority. Mrs. 5373 was not present in Virginia Beach when her reading took place; she was at her home in Washington, D.C., and therefore we can only imagine her reactions when she opened the envelope and commenced to read its contents. As an experiment, pretend that you are Mrs. 5373 and you just received your first, and only from Edgar Cayce, reincarnation reading. Imagine how you would have reacted to the excerpts from the reading below. I am reproducing only the highlights, not the entire, rather long reading.
TEXT OF READING 5373-1 F 48
15. Before that we find the entity was in the Holy Land and when there were the foregatherings at Bethsaida. Then the entity knew the Master. For it was one of the entity's children who was among those first blessed by the Master, when it became necessary to rebuke the Disciples for their attempting to rebuke the peoples. Thus, as is indicated in the symbol, the Cross, as well as Holy Writ. For as the Master gave Himself, "Search the scriptures, for in them ye think ye find eternal life and they are they that speak of me." [DS: For reference see Matthew 19:13-15, Mark 10:13-16, and Luke 18:15-17.]
17. Before that we find the entity was in the Egyptian land when there were those beginnings of the preparation for the coming of the lawgiver [DS: Moses]. The entity was among those of the maids to the princess of Egypt, and the individual who waded into the river to bring the little ark or bassinet ashore with the babe in same. About the babe were lilies, which is a portion of the symbol, and it is a gentle reminder of the law given by the entity [DS Moses] whom the servant or maid brought to this princess.
18. The name then was Abatha. [DS: See Exodus 2:1-10]
19. Before that we find the entity was in the early, early days, when there was the garden called Eden. There we find the entity was among those who looked on the activities of the mother of mankind. The entity then was among the "things" and yet was touched in person, was touched in heart, and sought to know the meaning of same, for it saw then fruit, leaves, trees, which had their spiritual meaning in peoples' lives.
20. The name then was Suz. [DS: The "things" referred to above were beings which were part human and part animal or bird or fish, etc. And you thought mermaids and centaurs were mythological like most people do, did you not? The Edgar Cayce readings, such as this one, provide information on the cause and existence of these part-human creatures, but that explanation is much too long and complicated for this article.]
Before we bring this story to a close, I would like to draw your attention to a related excerpt from reading 608-7:
15. Before that we find the entity was in that now known as the Palestine land, or the Holy Land, during those periods when the Master walked in the earth.
16. The entity then was among the children of the household of Cleo, the wife of Peter and his peoples; or the one that was set SECONDLY as the child blessed by the Master when He said, "Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven."
18. The entity, then, in the name Junie, gained; though in the latter portion came suffering, yet the entity - when Peter came from prison - was among these that, with Rhoda, opened the door to let Him in, though the prison door had opened to his touch. [DS: Refresh your memory with Acts 12:3-17]
Junie, as stated in paragraph 16, was the daughter of the Apostle Peter and his wife Cleo, and she was blessed by the Master at the same time as Mrs. 5373's child, as indicated in 5373-1, paragraph 15, at the top of the article.
Well, did your interest in having a past-life reading change over the previous ten minutes or so as you progressed through today's story from the Edgar Cayce psychic readings? Hope So!
© Doug Simpson 2010.
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THE REINCARNATION OF MARTHA WASHINGTON
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Back when I was 5 years old in this life, my mom bought me a whole bunch of CD's with music that she enjoyed as a child. The collection included 2 Carpenters CD's, as she was a huge Carpenters fan in 4th and 5th grade. The moment I see some photos of Karen and Richard and start listening to the music, I get this sensation that there is a ghost in the room.
I ask my mom, "Are the Carpenters still alive?"
"Richard is still alive, but Karen died." she tells me.
I keep listening to the music and soon start to have eerie visions. I see myself as Karen performing and recording the songs. I vividly see myself recording Rainy Days and Mondays lying down on pillows in the recording studio. I do this to get a better feel for the song. I clearly see myself looking out into out into the audience singing We've Only Just Begun wearing a white dress. I have multiple visions and it begins to creep me out. I see everything through Karen's eyes.
Later, I go to bed. I see myself as Karen in my dreams. I am often, but not always performing or recording in my dreams as Karen.
Some things that I [Karen] see are:
- I was born in New Haven, Connecticut and moved to Downey, California, a Los Angeles suburb when I was 13 and my brother, Richard was 16. Our parents asked us for input in choosing a new house. Our only request was that our house have a swimming pool. We got a house with a swimming pool just as we wanted and I was the one who spent the most time in it. Our house was on a street called Newville Avenue.
- I loved horses and I was disappointed when I did not have the space I needed to own a horse. I end up getting 2 dogs instead and I name them Lady and Mush.
- I was a drummer in addition to a singer. After I become famous, I am asked to get up from behind my drum set and front the group. I am furious as I love to play the drums. A compromise is reached and I get to play the drums on some songs and I have to front the group on other songs.
- In 1975, the Carpenters have to cancel tours because I am in the hospital.
- I record a solo album in the late 70's - early 80's, but Richard and my parents hate it and don't let me release it.
- I wake up one morning in my parents house on Newville Avenue. I am visiting and I have stayed the night. I am staying in Richard's old room instead of my own because I wanted a room with a TV. I think to myself as I step out of bed, "I need to sign my divorce papers today." I go to the kitchen and turn on the coffeepot. I go back upstairs and head to my walk-in closet to get dressed. I start to feel woozy as I take my nightgown off and then I crumple to the floor.
- This is just the tip of the iceberg I have many more, more than I can list.
These dreams and visions continue and I assume I am just imagining. It creeps me out a little though and for a while I stop listening to the Carpenters.
7 years later, a few months before my 13th birthday as Alexandra (my current life):
I love to play the drums and sing. I have a strong desire to join my school choir. One day, I happen to rediscover my Carpenters CD's and decide to listen. The dreams and visions become stronger. I see myself as Karen in the early 70's playing the drums on stage as I sing, I see myself recording Rainy Days and Mondays laying down. I hear Richard yell at me for recording a solo album without him.
A few days later, I listen to the CD's again. I get a really eerie feeling of a ghost in the room. I pay attention to the feeling. I get have this strange intuitive feeling that the ghost is Karen's ghost and it is inside me! I want to scream!
A couple of weeks later, my mom plays videos of the Carpenters on YouTube. I see some original footage of performances and it really creeps me out. Many of them match my dreams and visions except that they are shown from the audience perspective and I see them through Karen's eyes.I never knew that Karen was actually a drummer and neither my mom, but she plays the drums in some of the videos, as I do as her in many of my dreams and visions!
A few months later, 8 months after my 13th birthday, I join the school choir, as I wanted to and I as think I am the best singer in the group, I begin to suspect that I may be the reincarnation of Karen Carpenter. I read up on her a bit and find similarities between the real Karen, the Karen I am in my dreams, and myself in my current life and definitely begin to suspect.
Meanwhile, I am auditioning for every solo part in choir, but never getting one. The teacher often tells me I sing off pitch and I cannot believe it. How could that be, I am one of the best singers in the class?! Later on, I discover that is not true, but I can hardly except it even though I have never gotten a solo part, my teacher is telling me that I could very well be tone deaf, and she decided that I cannot sing in contest (the performance that we do in front of judges) unless I improve and improve fast.
Contest day rolls around and I am sure that I have improved. I get up on the risers, sure that I have improved. My teacher walks up to me and tells me to get off and stand in the back corner of the stage near the exit. I have not improved.
I step off and stand where she tells me to. Now I finally except that I am by no means a good singer. I cry a puddle on the floor and cry for the rest of the day and all night. At this point I suspect that I might not actually be Karen's reincarnation. I cry some more.
I suddenly get an urge to Google search the story of Karen's death. I find out that she was found dead (or at least almost dead) in her parent's house after having stayed the night, was last known to be alive when she turned on the coffeepot in the kitchen a few minutes before, was supposed to sign her divorce papers the day she died, and the house was on a street called Newville Avenue.
This is when I realize (at least as far as I believe) that I AM her reincarnation! I cry some more at how she absolutely did not deserve to reincarnate as a pitch challenged choir student! I read up more on Karen and find more similarities between her, her as me in my dreams, and me in my current life, as well as recognizing events of her life in my dreams as her and noticing a physical resemblance between her and me. I have a lot of evidence.
Today I am in my fourth year of choir and have improved a lot, but I still have not gotten a single solo part or gotten into an auditioned group despite the fact that I have auditioned at almost every available opportunity. I have researched further and found more evidence that I really was Karen Carpenter. I am 90% the same as Karen. We have similar taste in fashion, iced tea as our favorite drink, and the same personality and almost all the same favorite activities, to name a few. Almost everything I saw in my dreams as Karen matched the real Karen to an eerie degree. Everything I listed above that I experienced in my dreams matches events of Karen's life for real. I even found photos of the recording studio and the Newville Avenue house and let me tell you how eerie that was.
THE STORY OF THE SOULS OF JESUS THE CHRIST AND EDGAR CAYCE IN PALESTINE
The Edgar Cayce life readings provide us with the opportunity to view incarnations of Jesus and of Edgar Cayce, in Palestine, and they reveal, without question, some enlightening information on a time when their souls worked in consort. At the time of Jesus, Edgar Cayce's soul had an incarnation as a man known as Lucius. Lucius is mentioned twice in the New Testament. Acts 13:1 identifies Lucius of Cyrene at the church at Antioch, and Romans 16:21 names him with Timothy and others. No other details concerning Lucius are revealed in the Gospels.
Edgar Cayce had channeled two life readings from the Heavenly Source for himself, and neither of these readings had mentioned an incarnation at the time of Jesus. It was often pointed out by the Heavenly Source in the approximately 2500 Edgar Cayce life or reincarnation readings that the life readings did not reveal all previous incarnations for the recipient of the reading, but only information on those incarnations which the Source deemed helpful to the recipient's current lifetime, and at his or her current age. On April 12, 1935, Edgar's incarnation as Lucius was revealed this way: "5. (Q) May we ask with propriety by what name Thou didst call Thy servant Edgar Cayce during Thine Incarnation on earth? (A) Lucius." [Reading 254-85] This information was re-enforced on December 15, 1937, when Mrs.1462, whose name was Mariaerh in her incarnation at the time of Jesus, was told: "19. Then when there was the selection of those that were to act in the capacity of the ministers, or the deacons for the ministering to the peoples, when all their material belongings had become as a part of the disciples' or Apostles' and they were all with one accord together, the entity heard much of those activities of Philip and Peter, but became closer associated with one Lucius - a kinsman of Luke. And Lucius is the entity now through whom this information is being given. [DS: Edgar Cayce] 20. Hence the activities and associations of the entity with Lucius became as those close activities for the founding of the ministry, the missionary activities, the influences that brought about the establishing of many portions of the Church during that early ministry of not only the disciples or Apostles but those early ministers of the Church; as Mark and Luke and Lucius and all of those - Thaddeus and Saul or Paul and Barnabas, and those of Laodicea. 21. For it was there that the entity went with Lucius when there was the establishings of the Church there; when Paul preached in Laodicea. 22. For these were a portion of the kinsmen of the people from the Roman land. And there the entity ministered as the helpmeet or the wife of Lucius for those early peoples of the church there." [1462-2]
On February 11, 1938, at age 60, Edgar asked for a reading on his incarnation as Lucius. For starters, here are a few excerpts from that reading. "1. EC: Yes, we have the records of that entity now called Edgar Cayce; and those experiences in the earth's plane known as Lucius of Cyrene - or known in the early portion of the experience as Lucius Ceptulus, of Grecian and Roman parentage, and of the city of Cyrene. 6. The entity was disregarded and questioned by those who were of the Jewish faith who were the close followers of the Master; yet it [DS: Lucius] was among those that were sent AS those who were to be as teachers - or among the Seventy. 7. With the arousing, and the demanding that there be more and more of the closer association with the Teacher, Lucius being of the foreign group was rejected as one of the Apostles; yet was questioned mostly by John, Peter, Andrew, James and those of the closer following - as Matthew, Bartholomew; and was the closer affiliated or associated with Thomas. 23. It may be questioned by some as to why such an OUTSTANDING experience of the entity now called Cayce should not have been given in the first. 24. As has been indicated, each entity, each individual GROWS or applies, or is meeting self in the varied experiences - as the tenets of an individual experience are applied in this present sojourn or activity. 25. If this had been given in the first, there would have been a puffing up - but the very unstableness as was indicated throughout the experience, until there were the lessons to be gained from the companion, may be seen." [294-192]
THE PAST LIVES OF LUIS SOLA
I know all this information through a physic and reiki master. Also, I have evidence of facial similarities and personal traits. In addition to this I had dreams that prove all the connections of my previous lives.
I'll be more than happy to provide you with my information on my past lives:
1) Giussepe "Joe" Aiello
2) Augusta Leigh (Augusta Byron)
3) Maximilian William of Brunswick-Luneburg
4) Francis Russell, 4th Earl of Bedford
5) Joanna of Austria, Grand Duchess of Tuscany
6) Juan, Prince of Asturias
7) John VI, Duke of Brittany
8) Ivan II of Moscow
9) Sir. Andrew of Moray
10) Helen of Znojmo
11) Ramon Berenguer III, Count of Barcelona
12) Boleslaus II, Duke of Bohemia
13) St. Demetrius of Thessaloniki
14) Tacitus
15) Quintus Naevius Cordus Sutorius Macro
16) Pollux
17) King Alaric I
18) Bruno, Duke of Saxony
19) Sir. Breunor Le Noir
20) Queen Mutnetjmet
The connections between my past lives are very detailed and easy to uncover, for example:
Bruno, Duke of Saxony was the founder of Brunswick, the house of Maximilian of Brunswick (me). A grandson of Bruno, Duke of Saxony (me) was against Boleslaus of Bohemia (me), a supporter of this Bruno was Miesko I of Poland was a relative of Helen of Znojmo (me). Also Augusta Leigh (me) and Maximilian of Brunswick (me) had connections sharing the same ancestor as Sophia of Hannover. Sutorius Macro (me) known if prison a man who later reincarnated as Sir William Wallace and reunite with him again as Sir. Andrew of Moray (me). Lord Byron was Sir Lancelot and Augusta Byron was Sir Breunor Le Noir. The story of Robin Hood is between Nothingham and Sheerwood forest the ancient house of the Byron family. The families of Johanna of Austria (me) and Juan, Prince of Asturias (me) were related by marriage. The grandfather of Ivan II of Moscow (me) was a religious devout of St. Demetrius (me). My current family is also involved on this souls groups and reincarnation cycle.
Through the eyes of a lost Heir…
This is my story of how I eventually came to accept and realise one of my past-lives, I know this is the truth by my own intuition and by some strange occurrences during my younger years, and still that happen today) Enjoy...
My story begins, presently now in the year 2012. My name is Shawn Kailian, and I am now nearly 22 years old. A very long time ago, in the year 1904 I had a past-life that many deem as infamous, tragic and one of the most well-documented lives in history. In this past-life of mine I was known through history as Его Императорское Высочество Цесаревич и Великий Князь Алексей Николаевич Романов (His Imperial Highness, Tsesarevich and Grand Duke Alexei Nikolaievich Romanov).
I was born in the year 1904, at Lower Dacha in Peterhof. I had a loving family, two doting parents (Mama and Papa) and four loving sisters. My life as Alexei was very privileged and I did get away with a lot of things, on the count of the fact I had a rare blood disease, and my parents and most of my family didn't scold me especially my Mama who blamed herself constantly for giving me the illness. It was rare for the time, but of course in today's day and age it's more understood and medicine/medical practicing has come a very long way from it's meager beginnings. This illness was called Haemophilia.
Today, in my present-day lifetime as who I am now, I thankfully do not suffer from this illness, but there are occurrences in my life now where Haemophilia has made a lasting effect on me. For example, I was born in this lifetime with my right foot jutting out to the right side, and I have tried to have it corrected, but it's too painful to move it back to a straight position. Since it's been noticed, it has gotten discomforting and steadily worse where now I drag my foot and right leg as if I have a lame foot.
During exile in the town of Tobolsk, which is in Siberia (Russia) in my past-life as Alexei I tried without success to commit suicide, by taking a sledge/sleigh down the stair at the Governor's Mansion. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't ''dare-devil syndrome.'' I genuinely was angered at the world, at everyone. Angered that I could not play with my sisters outside, angered those horrid guards destroyed the snow hill we built out in the garden, angered about so many things. I remember this attempt to end my life vividly, and it is probably the most vivid memory of that life, and one of the most painful to remember.
I remember feeling completely empty of emotion, and going for the sledge and putting it down on the landing of the stair. I remember sitting on it and leaning forward feeling such a rush of adrenaline, and I can still feel the feeling of going forward and the rush of the air against my face, and I still remember each of the stairs grinding and bumping underneath me as I sailed down the stair. I also recall the immense crash into the wall at the foot of the stair, and the immense... delirious pain I felt as I hit the wall, and screaming from that pain. I couldn't walk after that, and had to mostly be confined to a wheel-chair or carried. In this life I attribute my leg pains, and discomfort in my legs and the right foot issue to my past-life illness. In fact, my legs still smash into one another just like as Alexei.
I have very interesting similarities and some of them appear through numbers, and certain similarly-numbered dates and years. For instance in 1917-1918 Alexei took the sledge down the stair in an attempt to kill himself. In 1997-1998 I had a nasty fall down my Aunt and Uncle's basement stair, and actually tumbled down and nearly broke my leg and nose. I find it very interesting that those two incidents or accidents happened during similar times or years. Another interesting factor between me and Alexei, is that we both share the same numerological birthday path-life numbers, which is a 7.
If you add both of them together:
February 22nd, 1990 and August 12th, 1904 (o.s. July 30th, 1904)
2 + 22 + 1990 = 2014 -> 2 + 0 + 1 + 4 = 7
8 + 12 + 1904 = 1924 -> 1 + 9 + 2 + 4 = 16 (which can be reduced) to 7
Other interesting occurrences in my life are names of relatives, that I share with Alexei. In my past-life as Alexei I had a Great Aunt Beatrice who was one of the children of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. In this life as Shawn I have on my father's side a Great Aunt Beatrice, who I love very very dearly. In my past-life I had a Uncle Mikhail or ''Dyadya Misha'' as I called him back then. In this life now I have a Uncle by marriage who's name is Micheal. These two occurrences I think are quite interesting and also are exciting to me!
Another interesting thing that I've noticed is that when a soul re-incarnates that we tend to resemble our past-selves in the present life-time or the next life after the previous one we have had. In my case, I have a very strong resemblance to Tsesarevich Alexei Nikolaievich, especially when he was older. When I was much younger, I looked like an identical twin to him nearly so. Also, another interesting factor is that most of my past-life family has re-incarnated as well! In fact all of them, my sestri and Mama and Papa have incarnated. Though we are very far apart, we do keep in contact when we can via phone calls, or letters.
Please forgive me if I keep their names and details private, which is understandable.
Some more interesting occurrences in this incarnation as who I am now should also be mentioned. When I was seven years old, I first saw the animated film ''Anastasia.'' Now bare in mind I was only a child at the time, and my mathematics appreciation was not exactly wonderful. So I watched the film when it first came out on VHS. Immediately I could tell there were inaccuracies in the film, and again I was seven years old when I first watched the film. Some of these inaccuracies I noticed were the year of the Tricentennial of the Romanov Dynasty which was 1913, but the film had it as 1916. I knew that was a mistake or wrong in the film. Another inaccuracy was Grand Duchess Anastasia's age in the film when you you first are introduced to her, she is years old. I knew instantly at seven years old that Anastasia was not eight years old in 1916, she was much older then that, she would have been fifteen had it been 1916.
Two other extraordinary things I noticed were the ''Old Palace'' as it was called in the film, and the interior ''Grand Ballroom.'' When I first saw the aerial view, and more so the gates of the palace I shouted ''CATHERINE!!!'' But didn't realise why I was doing so. And my recognition with the interior of the palace was a mix of excitement and confusion, because the actual ''Great Hall'' as the room is actually known in reality did not rise to that cavernous height. Years later, around 2007-2008 I first learned the name of the ''Old Palace.'' I was amazed to know it was the name I shouted at the television screen when I first saw the structure and gates come on the screen! I was even more amazed when I recognised the gates of the Catherine Palace, and even more amazed when I recognised the ''Great Hall'' and knew I was correct when I thought to myself at seven years old, that the ''Grand Ballroom'' wasn't that high in the film!
I had my second taste of Russian Imperial history when one night I awoke from my slumber, and couldn't sleep and went into the corridor of my house this was when I was seven or eight years old. I couldn't sleep and so I sat in the corridor to watch the television screen from my mother and father's bedroom. They had on a documentary about the Romanov Family, and especially Grand Duchess Anastasia. It was on the A & E channel. I recall sitting Indian-style on the floor right outside my parents' bedroom and sat watching the documentary, and then I woke the next morning in my bedroom, in my own bed and didn't remember how I had gotten there.
One of the most strongest, and perhaps shocking things that happened was when I was in second grade. This happened not to long after watching the film, and the documentary. I was sitting with my friends in the cafeteria during luncheon (lunch-time) and we were all joking and what have you. Suddenly, I stood up or said very audibly to all of them ''I'm related to Anastasia!'' They all started laughing and one of them said ''Yeah right, and I'm related to Queen Elizabeth I!'' They just sat there laughing at me, and I felt no choice to laugh about it because it was a silly idea, and I didn't yet understand what was going on at the time. All I knew was that it hurt immensely to be called a liar of what I felt was very dear and near to my heart of what I said.
These odd, and extraordinary experiences did not help me realise what I was feeling or what was happening, or the reasons why I liked things so old-fashioned or was always very leaning to religious images and such. Tsesarevich Alexei was born into a very devout Russian Orthodox family, and he took his religion to his heart, much like I did as I was young, and still do today. Nothing really materialised, until I was in my early teens when my father's girlfriend gave me a magazine that featured Royalty and book orders in it. I think it was called ''Royalty Magazine.'' I flipped through, and found a book advertisement for ''Love, Power & Tragedy'' which is one of many tomes regarding Tsar Nicholas II, and his family (the Romanovs). I vowed that I would someday get that book, and today in my present life now I do have it as well as many others. After that encounter with the Romanovs again, I became passionate with history, especially Russian Imperial history.
I can recall being in school, and asking teacher's for books on the Romanovs and especially Anastasia, whom I didn't understand but felt extremely close to. Once, I borrowed a history book, which was completely illustrated with pictures and artwork just because it had a section on Imperial Russia and the Romanov family. I still have that book. The re-incarnating aspect of this story did not really come into being until after I graduated high school back in 2008. I got my first taste of spirituality and Re-incarnation when I entered Community College towards the end of 2008, and it was introduced in the form of my English Instructor who was very deep into eastern beliefs, such as Taoism, Hinduism, Buddhism, and she was very free-spirited and even had my classmates and I do breathing exercises in the class so we could focus more. I began to think, and make some connections with the Romanovs and the belief in Re-incarnation.
A friend of mine, who believed as I did in Re-incarnation helped me through a very difficult time. When I first began to even think of the possibility of me being the re-incarnation of Tsesarevich Alexei, I immediately thought I was headed for an asylum. I used to think it was so incredibly stupid and such a silly idea that I could have been Alexei, and it never really crossed my mind as how upset I got when thinking of it. Recently my friend actually took me down memory-lane and told me how stand-offish I was about it, how I disliked talk about the Romanovs, and how I never wanted it talked about period. It took me, I shall admit a long while to accept who I had been. It was a painful experience, because I didn't want to feel anymore pain, but at the same time I knew I'd feel pain regardless.
These ''pains'' and what I call ''flashes'' of my past-life started to come fairly quickly and things I did as Alexei would give me flashbacks when I did similar things as who I am now, as Shawn. For instance, when I was working at my first job which was a stock clerk, I used to complain of leg pains and sciatic nerves bothering me, which ironically never happened before. Once, I had to go home because it was so bad and painful. I was putting returns back on the shelves and all of sudden my right leg just buckled as if my body was twenty pounds heavier then I normally weighed. It felt like my leg had shattered but I knew it hadn't, and immediately leg pains up and down my thighs began. I went home, and opened one of my Romanov books (Nicholas & Alexandra by Robert K. Massie) and stopped at a picture of Tsesarevich Alexei propped up with a leg brace on his left leg, and holding a cane or rifle for support. I immediately started crying and felt lots of pain in both my legs and knew from then on I was Alexei in the past-life. The feelings I got from that particular picture of Alexei were so... discomforting and hurt badly.
Another thing I forgot to mention was an apparition or something I saw once at night when I was young. I was sleeping in my sister's bedroom in front of the bedroom door, and I had suddenly woken from my sleep and was in cold sweats. I looked straight forward and noticed from the railing and banister there was a reddish glow coming from downstairs. Everything else was pitch-black, and suddenly when I blinked I saw a figure in the doorway, very tall. At first I had thought maybe it's my father but the figure seemed too tall to be him. I remember I blinked again and saw it's eyes, and then it's smile of sharp teeth... It was dressed in what I saw to be a long coat and cap. When I met two of my past-life sisters (Maria and Anastasia) we three had seen the same figure, and conclude that it was the apparition or ''shadow'' of a Bolshevik guard keeping watch over us during exile, and had come into being because we had experienced that as the Romanovs. What's more extraordinary is that we witnessed this phenomenon at the same age, and nearly the same time.
Prior to my dear Aunt Tammy's shock of a death (she was 47) after battling cancer and having chemo-therapy, I had met the second-eldest re-incarnated sisters of mine, Tatiana. She and I met on a online educational forum called the ''Alexander Palace Time Machine,'' which basically after mine claim, and many.. many other claims of ''Romanov incarnations'' the subject was basically banned completely from the forum.
So for a time I and Tatiana spoke and relayed our memories with one another, and both of us felt such an instant connection to one another, we knew it was fate and destiny that had brought us back together after such an incredibly long, and what some of his re-incarnated children say today as being ''a permanent exile.'' After first meeting Tatiana I suddenly just went back to living life, and then a tragedy happened in my family that changed my life greatly. My Aunt Tammy's death shocked our family and put us through a great sadness that stretched for quite some time. During this period of time, I felt alone and afraid and scared and I missed my Aunt dearly.. and at one point thought of joining her permanently.
It was at this same time, I met my closest-in-age sister Anastasia. Imagine the relief and ecstatic reunion we had, even if it was only through our computers. My thoughts of taking my own life vanished (which I recall when my aunt died, brought back memories of Tobolsk and the sledge). I wanted to be alive and wanted to talk to my sisters whom I dearly missed, and wanted to re-unite with them as soon as possible. I have re-united with them in sense as we all are great friends online, and talk on the phone when possible and write more then anything to one another by way of ''snail mail'' letters.
Now before I end my story, of how I came to realise and eventually accept in my past-life who I was, I shall share something very interesting that I think is worth talking about. In my incarnation as Tsesarevich Alexei, I was the only son of Nicholas II of Imperial Russia who was the last Empereur and Tsar of the Holy Russian Empire. We were extremely close to one another, and I admired him and even though I thought of ruling Russia some day after my darling Papa, I was being groomed and trained for it everyday, the idea of becoming the Empereur of Russia scared me greatly. I wanted to stay how I was, and be myself and not have to submit to the whims of the Imperial Government that my Papa was then ruling over, with my dear Mama at his side (Empress Alexandra Feodorovna).
But what is most extraordinary and interesting of my past-life Papa and I is that we seem to have incarnated in lifetimes that have put us in the same times and periods. For instance I recall vaguely, being Henry the Young King one of the sons of Henry II of England and his wife Eleanor of Aquitaine. My past-life Papa was not the English King, but one of his friends the Archbishop of Canterbury; Thomas à Becket. Becket and Henry II had a falling out, when the King's son grew resentful of his father, having been practically raised by the Archbishop. Thomas à Becket was assassinated by some of the King's knights as the Archbishop was praying near the altar, which Henry II felt immensely guilty over and punished himself to amend his sin of having his once good friend murdered out of jealousy.
My past-life Papa in the current life-time as who he is now recalls when he died as Becket, and remembers me as Henry the Young King when he had raised the child in his own household, which was ordered by Henry's father. I also believe myself to be, the youngest son of Queen Marie-Antoinette of France, Louis-Charles XVII. I remember the Temple Prison, and being wrenched from my mother's arms as she screamed and cried for me not to be taken. I remember being in the gardens at Versailles while she would be painting, and I would be playing in the grass and she would look down smiling. I remember the Palais de Versailles as it was back when Louis XVI was in power as King of France... as the palace looks today it looks different but at the same time similar as many things have been restored and re-built to look how it did back during the reign of Bourbons.
My past-life Papa recalls a life-time around the time that I recall being Louis-Charles XVII. He was Henry Middleton, the Minister Plenipotentiary of Imperial Russia, and was related directly the infamous Middleton Family of South Carolina. He recalls ''Middleton Place,'' as it once was back then, with its sprawling gardens and beautiful structures. He also recalls making a visit to see the Royal Family of France, and he recalls meeting Louis-Charles XVII when he was a child. And the most ironic thing about that, is that during my past-life as Tsesarevich Alexei, relatives, and friends said I bore the same burden, and sadness of the little Prince Louis-Charles XVII. Today, as who I am now, my past-life Papa as who he is now has even told me that when he first saw me in 1904 and watched me grow that he thought he knew me then, but back then ''talk like that'' was forbidden by Mother Church. Today we are extremely close, and talk very much.
Henry Middleton traveled to Russia many times, and as my past-life Papa (who I have no direct relation with in this incarnation as Shawn) has told me, it's so extraordinary that he then re-incarnated in 1868 as the future, and last Tsar of Imperial Russia; Nicholas Alexandrovich Romanov, II. So to say towards the ending of my story here, I and my past-life Papa have had several lives together where we have met and even lived together in a father-son-relationship.
I've also wanted to make note that if one looks at an intuitive stance to the Russian Revolution during the Great War (1914-1918) and compares it to the French Revolution, both are remarkably similar in temperament and ideals, and bloodshed. Both had deposed and hated monarchs, both of the immediate ruling families were torn apart, as a ''Free Government'' took swift control, destroying all of what was left of the old world. I also want to make a point that, there are more similarities then meets the eye... So I hope that this story is a good read, and that you've learned a little bit of everything from my stance on why I strongly believe myself to be the last Heir Apparent and Tsesarevich of the Holy Russian Empire; His Imperial Highness, Tsesarevich and Grand Duke Alexei Nikolaievich Romanov. (as well as some other lives that have been mentioned, but Alexei's is my strongest and most prominent of my past-lives that I recall)
I hope you have enjoyed my writing, and recollections and of how I came to know and accept who I was, and I hope that maybe it will help you step over that boundary of fear that holds you back from telling your story of how you came to realise who you were.
May God Bless and keep you all, and your families, friends and relatives and everyone, everywhere, and everything! Боже, Царя храни! (God save the Tsar!)
By: Shawn R. Kailian
Date: January 15th, 2012
P.S. Please if you have any questions, have I kept some details hidden because as you can imagine some things are very hard to discuss and even talk about. So please if you have any questions, please feel free to private message me at:
itsarevichalexei13@gmail.com
ANOTHER ROMANOV CASE
I think my story is very unique. If you don't mind I would like to share it with you along with some pics. I have included a copy of my actual numerology and astrology readings. If you would like to post this on your site, I give you my permission. A Little background This is what I sent to the person who did my reading... When I was a small child, I started having dreams about a woman that was my mother and I was her daughter. I had several dreams about her and other children who were my siblings (sisters and a brother). At least two of the dreams, the woman I spoke of called out the name Anastasia. I don't remember for sure if she was talking to me or one of my siblings. As I grew older in real life, I was older in my dreams as well as they progressed in time. The last dream I had of the woman that was my mother, was when I was around 19.I have not dream t of them since. I vividly remember her face and will never forget it. Years later in 1998 my daughter brought home a book. Her and her mother were sitting at the table looking at it. I was doing dishes at the time, when I happened to look over to see what they were doing. When I did she had the book turned to a page with a picture of Alexandra and the girls in the Mauve room all sitting together. When I saw the picture I immediately recognized the woman in the picture. It was the woman I had dream t about growing up. My blood ran cold and I felt faint. After I got myself together I looked at the book and it was called "Anastasia's Album". I was thinking to myself "No way...". I even recognized the room. Mind you, I had never seen that book or any other to that point. I had no outside influence. I Made a point of renting any movies about the Romanovs to see if I had maybe subconsciously got it from there but none of the woman who portrayed Alexandra looked like her. Plus I don't recall seeing any movies about them growing up either. As I thumbed through the book my feeling was "I want my life back". I saw pictures of things that looked familiar like the Faberge egg for instance. My first thought about it was that I thought it was neat how the pictures folded down into the egg and other things of that nature. I had figured that I may have been Anastasia because of the many things we had in common. However 3 years ago I was watching a tribute to Marie and as I watched it I went from feeling fine to the deepest darkest depression I had ever felt in my whole life. It's like I didn't feel like "me" at the time. I remember saying out loud to myself, "I can't do this anymore. I want to go home". Mind you I was not depressed at all about anything at the time. It took a good half to come out of it. I don't understand why I had such a reaction, but I did. That whole thing made me wonder if I may have been Marie instead. I am not positive who I was but I do know without a shadow of a doubt who my mother was. I have tried to find any other logical explanations for the situation but there is none. Keep in mind that I started dreaming about her when I was maybe 4 or 5 years old. The dreams ended when I was about 19. I know this whole thing sounds kind of crazy but it's all true. I have nothing to gain by making anything up. Anyway, you had said something about numerology playing a part in things.I don't mean to bother you but I was wondering if you can help me out? I was wondering if I gave you the info you need, if you could compare it with the Romanov children to see if anything lines up? I am very sorry to bother you about this. Joe Now the reading Do I think you were a member of the Romanov family? .... yes, it’s very possible. Who do I think you may have been? .... possibly Maria .... and I’ll show you why I think this: The first thing I did was compare photographs, then I looked at the key dates numerically, and lastly I looked at the astrology. The numerology: The Romanov family was assassinated on 17. 7. 1918. Maria was born on 26. 6. 1899. You can see the same combination of numbers in both year dates – 1 9 8. When I look at dates/numbers I look for repeating patterns (vibrations), because a repeating pattern always suggest a connection of sorts. You were born on the 28. 8. 1962. Your birthdate reduces to the base numbers 1 8 9 which is a combination of the numbers found in both Maria’s year of birth and the year the family was assassinated. (E.g. 28 – 2 + 8 = 10 and 1 + 0 = 1 etc). Your year of birth also reflects 1 9 8 >> 19(62) >> 19 8 The other thing to note is your birth name Shane – the first 3 letters ‘Sha’ correspond to the numbers 19 8 1. In numerology personality assessment, the first 2 letters of a name are important – i.e. the first letter (commonly, but not always, a consonant) known as the keystone initial and the first vowel. In your case you have the letter ‘h’ that falls between the keystone initial and first vowel, so I’ve taken the first 3 letters SHA which correspond to the numbers 19 8 1 (like your birth date, these numbers are a combination of those found in Maria’s year of birth and the year she and her family were assassinated). Also, the date of assassination – 17. 7. 1918 fell on the 198th day of the year. So, the fact that your own birth date 28. 8. 1962 reduces to base numbers 1 8 9 leads me to believe you do have some connection with the Romanovs (given you also say you have experienced memories). In fact, when you contacted me to ask me to look at your details, I had been looking at Faberge’s photo frames to include in some of my card images, as I think they are beautiful. As you know Faberge was connected very closely with the Romanov family. I don’t believe this to be a coincidence and I pay attention to synchronicities like this. So, I’m quite sure that at the very minimum you have some sort of a connection with the Romanov family. Maria Romanov was 19 years and 21 days old when she was assassinated. You turned 19 years and 21 days on 18. 9. 1981. The reason for looking at this age is to draw up a progressed natal astrology chart for you so I can see what was happening in your life at the same age at which Maria died (I will discuss the astrology shortly). But, the point I want to make here, is that you can see in the date itself that the same combination of numbers 1 8 9 shows up again – both in the day and month, and year. This isn’t a meaningless coincidence. Your birthdate: 28. 8. 1962 >> 10 8 18 >> 1 8 9 also duplicates the date 18. 9 (1981). So this is why, if you have a connection to the Romanov family – as I believe you do - it must be with Maria and not Anastasia. This also fits with what I currently know, as I spoke to a woman several years ago who I believe was Anastasia. The other thing to note is that Maria’s date of birth (26th June) falls on the 177th day of the year. 177 duplicates the date of the assassination >> 17. 7. 1918 So, this is also an indicator, in my opinion, of why she – along with the rest of the family – was probably destined to die on the 17. 7. 1918. Now because of the 177 and 17.7 repetition in numbers, I wonder if it’s possible that you were born close to 7. 17 am in the morning. Do you think this is possible? Is there any way of obtaining an accurate birth time? Given that the numbers are suggestive of a connection with Maria, you ought to bear a physical resemblance to Maria, and the astrology should also tell me the same thing. Do they? The photographic comparison: Comparing your photograph with that of Maria, I think your eyes are ‘possibly’ similar - I can’t be absolutely certain though because the photo you provided is a little hazy, but the eyes do have a similar quality about them. The eyes are an important feature in past life identification. I usually look closely at the shape of the eyes, the distance b/w the bridge of the nose, the shape of eyebrows and distance between the eyebrows and eyes themselves. If you provided a clearer photograph I would see more - the hairline (hidden under a cap) is also important in comparison, as is being able to see the shape of the ears , but your ears do appear to be similar. The shape of your mouth is also partially hidden behind your facial hair, although Maria’s lower lip seems to match yours. (Anastasia had a fuller lower lip so you are not a match with her). The devil is in the details. Also, given you are a male and Maria is a female it’s even more important to have a clearer photograph for comparison. Add to this the fact that Maria was quite young when she died and our facial features do change a little as we age as well. Your nose seems to slope in the same way that Maria’s does, and the general shape of the face is similar. The neckline seems to be similar too. (I think Anastasia may have had a shorter neck, but I need to take a look at more photographs to be sure). Anastasia’s nose shape is different too – her nose is more aquiline and doesn’t slope, and the general shape of her face is different. I think Maria’s jawline is a little squarer than Anastasia’s (she has a more pointed chin). The overal shape of your face matches Maria’s more closely rather than Anastasia’s. I don’t really see anything physically that suggests you were Anastasia. Because physical resemblance is a very important factor in past life identification – ALWAYS - I don’t believe you could have been Anastasia and am almost certain about this. I’ve attached some rough photo comparisons for you. If you ask others what they think, I would be very surprised if anyone told you there is a resemblance with Anastasia. Maybe this is not what you want to hear, but this is what the evidence is showing me. The Astrology: I’ll keep it simple for a layman (I assume you don’t have a knowledge of astrology). I’ve included name asteroids in the charts – i.e. there is an asteroid named SHANE, one named MARIA, one named ANASTASIA etc. etc. I have found that asteroids often offer up a lot of information when it comes to past life analysis, so I’ve included the name asteroids that are available in the charts (the orb of degree has to be no more than 2 degrees for asteroids when looking at aspects. Most astrologers will say no more than 1 to 1.5 degrees). Also for asteroids, it is conjunctions and oppositions that are the 2 types of aspects that are considered important. For aspects involving the major planets I allow an orb difference of no more than 5 degrees (anything below 3 is better). You’ve given me a birth time of “around 7 am” so this is what I have charted. However, you need an accurate birth time to examine the angles in a chart (i.e. the ascendant, mid-heaven, IC and descendent) as well as the moon placement. The vertex-anti-vertex axis also needs an accurate birth time, and this is extremely important in past life analysis, so this is something else I won’t be able to include. Finally the birth time given for Maria online at astro.com is 12.10 am in the morning – I’m not sure this is correct, but this is what I’ve charted. When you don’t have a birth time, it’s common to draw up a noon chart, or a sunrise (6 am) chart. The assassination chart has been charted for 12.10 am in the morning – the reports are the family were moved to the cellar around midnight and shot minutes later. If you believe this time of 12.10 am is incorrect, then please let me know. .... So, here are my comments about the astrology .... When someone dies tragically, or before their time, the soul can reincarnate shortly after with a reversed sun and/or moon sign (as with the James Leininger/James Huston case). Maria was born with a Cancer sun and Aquarius moon. If Maria had died prematurely and the assassination was not a fated event – and if you were Maria - you may have been born with a cancer moon and/or aquarius sun (instead of a Virgo sun and Leo moon). However, I believe she and her family were fated to die; and b/w 1918 and 1962 Maria’s soul may have lived another life, so the moon/sun reversal is in this case is far less likely. Maria’s natal chart has asteroid Maria at 9 degrees Aquarius. This is conjunct (i.e. in the same sign) your natal south node (which is related to past lives) at 8 deg. 54’ Aquarius. That’s a tight conjunction! .... and is significant marker. This is circled in red in the charts. If Maria was born in the early hours of the morning, her ascendant would be in Aries (circled in green). The ruler of Aries is mars and, in her chart, Mars is deposited in Virgo at 5 deg. 29’ (circled in green). You have your sun in Virgo, tightly conjunct her mars, at 4 deg. 47’. In effect, your sun links with her ascendant. This is a strong marker that you are connected. Looking at Maria’s progressed chart for day of the assassination 17. 7. 1918 (4th chart in the 1st attachment of astrological charts), asteroid Maria is in Aquarius and progressed to 5 deg. 30’. This is conjunct your natal Saturn in Aquarius at 6 deg. 08’. Your Saturn is conjunct your south node at 8 deg. 54’. Saturn concerns restrictions. So this appears to be saying that the past life (south node) as Maria was one that was restrictive, limiting etc. Clearly Maria did not live past her teenage years and perhaps there were restrictions on behaviour required by society .... and of course towards the end of her life, her and her family were arrested as well. Still looking at Maria’s progressed chart for 17. 7. 1918 – and assuming her birth time was early morning – she has her ascendant in Gemini (circled in pink). The ruler of Gemini is mercury and that was deposited in her chart in Leo at 17 deg. 56’. Looking at your natal chart, you have mercury in Virgo close to your ascendant at 28 deg. 31’ .... and Maria’s mercury (the ruler of her ascendant Gemini) in Leo is conjunct your natal moon in Leo at 17 deg. 37’ (circled in purple). Leo is associated with royalty because the sun is it’s ruler, and you have Leo in the 12th house (the house that also represents past lives). So, this suggests a connection. Looking at the 2nd attachment of astrology charts: I have your natal chart and your progressed chart to compare against the assassination chart. You will see that asteroid Maria, on the day of the assassination was in Leo at 16 deg. 39’, and therefore conjunct your moon in the 12th house Leo at 17 deg. 37’ (circled in orange). There are a lot of hits in all of the charts related to the asteroid Maria. You were also born with asteroid Anastasia conjunct Pluto in your 1st house (Virgo). Should you have been born ½ hour either side of 7 am, your 1st house would still be Virgo. Pluto is related to death and transformation and the 1st house concerns the self (your physical and psychological make-up). It’s my view the fascination with Anastasia is a current life thing because it’s in the 1st house – i.e. you seem to be drawn to the death/life (Pluto) of Anastasia for some reason. If asteroid Anastasia conjunct Pluto was in the 12th house (house of the sub-conscious, past lives, secrets etc.) in your natal, then I would have said that would have been more indicative of your connection with Anastasia in a past life. Your natal moon in Leo (12th house) conjunct asteroid Maria in the assassination chart is much more indicative to me of a past life connection because of your Leo being in the 12th house. BUT ... curiously in your progressed natal chart (i.e. representing you at the same age Maria was at the time of the assassination) you have asteroid Anastasia in the 12th house in Virgo at 15 deg. 42’, but it is not in aspect to pluto now , or other planets. It is however conjunct asteroid Maria in the assassination chart! (marked by a blue line in the charts). As I’ve already mentioned the 12th house is connected with secrets. Interesting, as I wonder if this might have something to do with the remains. The remains of the Romanov family (except for 2 of the children) were exhumed in 1991 (the grave was found a decade earlier but kept hidden to protect it). According to the American forensic expert who examined the remains he believed Alexei and Anastasia were missing. The Russians disagreed and said it was Maria’s remains that were missing and not that of Anastasia. The remains of the 2 remaining Romanov family members were discovered in 2007, and in 2008 identified by the Russians as Alexei and Maria (which, to this day, continues to be referred to as Maria by the Russians). So it’s very possible that Maria and Anastasia have been misidentified. It’s like your asteroid Anastasia in the 12th house (the house of secrets) in your progressed chart, conjunct asteroid Maria in the assassination chart, is saying there is something about Anastasia and Maria that is not known. Could this be about their remains being misidentified? It’s highly probable. If you are uncertain or confused about who you were, I wonder if this is where the confusion stems from. Looking at the dates the remains were found would be useful, but I don’t have the details, but also don’t have time at the moment. I’ve taken a quick look at Anastasia’s date number details and I don’t see any markers/indicators there. Anastasia was born 18. 6. 1901, so she was 17 years and 29 days old at the time of the assassination. You turned 17 years and 29 days old on 26. 9. 1979. Numerically this doesn’t offer up anything, which isn’t a surprise as I don’t think you physically resemble Anastasia. If you did resemble Anastasia the numbers and astrology (which I’ve also looked at) would support this. In conclusion, there are too many hits in the charts with the asteroid Maria that makes it far more likely your connection with the Romanovs is likely to be with Maria. Another interesting thing Double digits and in sequence... There was 44 years between Maria's death and my birth. I will be 55 at the time of the anniversary of the assassination. Maria's birth date was 26\6\1899 (66). The assassination was on 17\7\1918 (77) I was born 28\8\1962 (88) The dates are in order by number, month, event and double digits. Another thing to note was, when I was 19 I had a dream that I had been shot in my left thigh. I will never forget the dream because when I woke up from it, my leg hurt in the spot were I had been shot. Come to find out a few months ago, I was reading about the assassination of the Romanov's and I read that Maria had been shot in the exact spot I had been shot in my dream.
MARIA ROMANOV
JOE FRENCH
MORPHED IMAGE OF JOE AND MARIA
AGNES OF COURTNEY
From: R.B.
I do not know if you still remember me from the
hypnosis session you did with me in 2002.
After regressing me to my
childhood and beyond, I was walking on the shore of an unknown town and you told me
to look down at my feet and asked what was I wearing. My answer was a long red
dress. Then you asked me to imagine a large mirror and look into it. I saw a
tall, thin woman with long dark hair but could not recall the face. Then you
asked me to enter into my house and I walked to some castle and stepped over a one
foot barrier into a large hall. The hall was empty except for a young man with a
subservient (or guilty) demeanor standing at the corner end of the hall.
This is what happen after that hypnosis:
In
2004 I met a man by chance and felt that I knew him from way
before, especially when I looked into his eyes. He resembled the same man I saw in
the hypnosis session in the castle. We fell in love and got engaged but could
not stay together because of his alcoholism.
In 2009, I traveled to Lebanon
and visited my home town of Sidon, an ancient town on the Mediterranean, and
decided to tour its sea castle built by the crusaders. ( I never had the chance
to visit it as a child.) As I was entering the castle's main hall, I saw the
same one foot barrier step that I saw in the hypnosis session and was in awe.
When I came back I did some research on who lived in that castle and
found out that it was home of Agnes of Courtney during her fourth marriage to
Reginald of Sidon, the crusader ruler of the Sidon fiefdom. Agnes was
previously married to the King of Jerusalem, Amarlic, and was the mother of the leper
king Baldwin IV and his sister Queen Sybella.
I linked that past to
myself with my three marriages and divorces, my two children (one is disabled)
the unexplained attraction to my alcoholic fiance', etc.
SHARON TATE REBORN
From: Natalie (Actually, several emails I put together.)
Very interesting site. I enjoyed your journey to your past lives. I am not sure why exactly I am contacting you. I guess it's because I am starting to write my book and about to send out my proposal and I am trying to decide the best way to do it. As you know reincarnation is a touchy, scientifically un-provable subject. But when you go through a drastic paranormal past-life experience that turns your life upside down, then you just know and nobody can tell you otherwise. I know without a shadow of a doubt who I was.. .or who my soul was. Once I healed the past-life, my life changed drastically. But first the universe had to scare the shit right out of me. So I would remember.
In fact, it sent a serial killer after me who was writing my mother at the same time, telling her about reincarnation and how it would be to kill the same person twice. (That is a book of information all in itself.) But before that I had several beings that haunted me. I was constantly being attacked by a male presence that would come as a young boy, saying, "I have something to tell you." He sent me horrifying dreams of being killed. Stabbed to death actually, and watching ones I love go through the same fate. I saw myself on a stage, I was wearing a white beautiful dress and the lights were blinding me. I was blonde and beautiful, then next thing I know I am running. I remember grass, trees and shrubs and a house. I watched a man with black hair being stabbed (I knew he was not my lover, but a very beloved friend) he had tried to protect me and then a women. By the way, I did not believe in reincarnation... But luckily a few weeks before my grandma had given me a gift of Edgar Casey’s tapes, which I hadn’t listened to yet. But when this started happening my guides directed me to them.
I was born in a very small, strictly religious, conservative polygamist town. A very safe town, where nobody locked their doors. I was married to a man I didn't really know (a religious placement marriage. Here in the United States. What are the odds?) He was 13 years older than me, and who already had another wife. In my past life, my husband was several yrs older and ran around on me. But because I refused to be the jealous type, which I'm still not today, I allowed it just like I did in this life. My sister wife was very jealous of me. I was known for my overwhelming natural beauty, which I didn't see at the time. But even in my long dresses and long sleeves with my hair pulled back and no make-up I would have men beg to take my picture. One man with a broken arm chased me down in Walmart and said, "You get more beautiful every time I see you." Then he disappeared into thin air. I had never seen him before. And what was even stranger was that from the time I was a young girl, I would tell people that that was me in the movies.
So if you haven't figured out who i am, I will give you some interesting facts. My first marriage was to a man who was born in 1969, the year she was murdered. I was born 13 years after her death, the same number of her last movie. “13 Chairs” I think its called. My husband was never there and slept with my sister wife, but I was constantly trying to make him happy, to make him love me, to see me as a good mother. So when I got pregnant I thought that finally he will respect me. But when I was 8 1/2 months pregnant, right before I was to have the baby, my sister wife and her sisters murdered my name and forever turned my husband against me. She might as well have stabbed me and smeared my blood down the streets of that town. My husband's name was Charles. (Hint, hint.) Interestingly enough, I always told my mother," I have to go, or Charles is going to cut me up into pieces." That is when my life turned upside down and the universe came at me full force... hitting me with everything it had. Soon I learned who I was.
I discovered I was Sharon Tate. Crazy I know. Not the typical, Queen Elizabeth.. Why couldn't I be Audrey Hepburn? (My favorite movie when I was a child was My Fair lady. I wanted so bad to be Audrey) Sharon was the actress who was murdered in 1969. I had no idea who she was because I was so sheltered my whole life. But when I knew I was famous and was killed I started looking through photos of dead actresses then I saw her. And wanted to die again. There she was standing in her underwear and all I could think was, "How embarrassing. My thighs look chunky. Put on some clothes." I was horrified to see myself naked and even though I was shorter, our bodies look so much alike. I was so tiny with huge boobs. People always told me I looked like a barbie doll.
During my mental breakdown, when I started going through all this crap, but hadn’t put the pieces together II went and saw a healer because I had grown two large cysts on my wrists and couldn’t sleep. I was waking up screaming for no reason, always afraid that someone was going to rip me out of my bed. The healer was odd but for some reason her healings worked. She said that my thyroid was 10 times faster than the natural human's. I was 98 lbs after giving birth to my daughter and couldn’t gain weight. And then she said, "You hold a lot of pain in your stomach." She cried while working on me and said, "You have 17 demons after you and you had three brothers and a sister in the womb with you. You are very connected to one of the males. You blame yourself for their death." By the way, she told me this before I found out who my soul use to be. I thought the lady was nuts, to be honest, but my pain went away and I started gaining weight. Sharon Tate was murdered, with three males, and one female. She was stabbed 16 times and was also hung (17 demons). Tate was 8 1/2 months pregnant. And the one she was close to I believe was Jay, her ex-boyfriend. By the way, my current husband is named Jay, my spiritual guide is named Paul (he is actually my guardian angel who has always been with me, even before I knew any of this. I had felt him several times and he had spoken to me often. So I knew his name.) And Paul is the name of her baby who died with her and her father.
I didn't actually dare to look into any of this for about 8 years because it scared me so bad. It was only just recently that I decided to look into her life and the similarities between she and I only confirms it more.
She was an Aquarius and so am I. I was born 13 yrs after she died and her last movie is called 12+1. Another name for it is 13 chairs. We also have the same blood type.
We look alike in a few pictures and both of us are known for our looks. But more interestingly, we are both very spiritual, believe in past lives and felt and see spirits. We also tell everyone whether they think we are crazy or not. I love her mother by the way, and strangely know who she was close to and who she was having a hard time with. And when I watched her with a female, Barbra Patrick, in one of the movies, I just knew she loved that women. In fact, I carried some of Barbra's looks into this life as well. And sure enough, I found out Barbra ended up being one of her Brides maids.
One guy, Christopher Jones, wrote an article about how Tate was always talking about her past lives. She also told him the devil was oddly handsome.. I know why she said that. I dreamed once that I was married to the devil. I didn't know who he was. But he loved me very much and took care of me and our daughter. It was around the 1800's. He was very handsome and never harmed a hair on my head. But once I found out who he was, I wouldn't let him see my daughter. I found him dying behind one of my couches in the mansion he had bought me. Despite everything he had done, he loved me more then anything in this world and when I refused to love him back it literally was killing him. As in the poem I wrote when I was a child, the dove and snake were never meant to be.
Perhaps that is why she was sacrificed to such a dark evil group of people. Perhaps it was the devils revenge. I took his child away, perhaps he was going to take mine. II am not sure. I do know as a child I was attracted to witch craft, loved the movie “The Craft.” I even practiced levitating and did it one night. But got scared, after that I would have dreams of a baby that was a devil. I would tell him I knew who he was and he would just laugh at me and I would be frozen until I would wake up screaming. The movie Sharon’s husband had just finished filming around her death was “Rosemary’s Baby.” About a women who is forced to give birth to the devil. Another strange fact,is my doula for my daughters birth ( who I wouldn’t let, let go of my hand) was named Rosemary and she died shortly after helping me give birth. She died from breast cancer like Sharon’s sister Patti and Sharon had breast cancer in the movie “The Valley of the Dolls.”.
But it was interesting what Christopher wrote about her, that she and he had an affair. Nobody believes him. In fact, they are really rude. But I do. Because when i read his name, I had a strong connection with it even though its not mentioned in any of the family websites. I think she was more connected to him when she died then her own husband. I am not 100% sure why, but she was upset at her husband. She felt like he was never there for her, that their marriage was almost a show, that he never protected her, and that she hated sleeping alone. Even though, she loved him very much...
My brother's name is William Christopher. Jones's real name is William, not Christopher. He changed it when he became an actor. Christopher was one of the dogs that was at the house when she was murdered.
Both my husbands have the middle name William as did a boy I dated and almost ran away with. Who was named Bryce William, the name of her nephew, her sister Patties son. Also one of my niece's is named Brie, Sharon’s sister's daughter's name. Both of the men I married name started with a B. So again you get the double B’s.
I had a boyfriend whom I was madly in love with for years we wanted to get married but fate married me to Charles. He and I stayed friends and were in love with each other for many years, even though I was married. Just like Sharon and Jay, he was my best friend. His name was John K. Jay’s real name before he changed it when he became famous was Thomas John Kummer. So the John K carried over after death. I also had a soul connection with John, he would never let me out of his site for year. He would also go to parties just to make sure I was ok, even though I was a brat and dated other men. My current husbands name is Jason... who I have always called Jay.
In the Valley of the Dolls, Sharon Tate's character is named Jennifer, but they call her Jenny. That is my mother's name. My grandma's name is Deloris, Tate's mother's name is Doris and her favorite restaurant was named Deloris Dinner. Also in the movie Valley of the Dolls, one of the characters was named Lion. I published a book before I had seen the movie and I named one of my characters Lion. Such an odd name. I thought I was being creative. Guess not. I also put in a necklace with a tiger eye in it. That happened to be something that was in another one of her movies. Her husband dies from muscular atrophy in one of her movies. Well, I had a daughter die from muscular atrophy. My daughter is the reason I am writing the book in the first place. In the movie she kills herself from overdosing on sleeping pills Yep, you guessed it. I tried to also kill myself that way, but my ex woke me up. And after that my guides decided it was time for me to heal the whole ordeal, which turned out to be a magical journey. And once I learned that I was put in that situation to learn balance, from one extreme lifestyle to another, God said pack your bags, you're done. And then I went on to my other life times that needed healing.
Anyways, like I said, I am not sure why I am telling you all of this. Perhaps, it's because I know you know what it's like and won't call me crazy. Or perhaps it's because I am about to publish my book and need some advice as if to tell the world or keep it hidden. I am worried about her family. They have already been through so much. There are a few I really wish I could speak too, but I don't want to scare them off. I am sad Tate never got to tell her mother she was back. But she died when I was only ten, before I knew. Do you have any suggestions on how to proceed? If the book finds a publisher, I will probably need to have a person like you take me deeper to make everything more concrete. I have done it before, but I didn't write it down. I was too scared to believe it at the time. For the time being I will be anonymous but to humor you I will send you a picture.. I am more of a mix.. I think of her and a few actresses she adored. One of my favorite films when I was a child was "My Fair Lady." Imagine an eight year old who will sit through that movie day after day. Yeah, that was me. Know the whole movie by heart. But Barbra P. is the one I think she mixed with. But one of my aunts looks just like Audry when I was born. In fact most of my aunts take on that look. When my hair is natural it is darker like Barbra's and Sharon's too. But because Sharon usually is seen with her blonde hair, I will send you one that shows that resemblance.
("Natalie" sent me the pictures. Although she is very good looking, I replied that she didn't, in my opinion, resemble Tate very much.)
I agree I don't look just like her, but there is one picture that does. I only found it once and it was one next to her dead body. So at the time I was too scared to copy and paste it. But I also think she picked different features for a reason, because she wanted to blend in with people and she very much liked to copy things from her movies. So she played with different features of friends she knew. How did I know this? Because I have done it my whole life and I hadn't even seen her movies. I use to dye my hair bright auburn red like her vampire movie for years in high school, and I very much wanted to be a witch like she was in one of her other movies.
I was raised in a off shoot of the Mormon church, one that still practices the old teachings of polygamy. When I was going through all the emotion of this, I ended up having a nervous breakdown and didn't sleep for weeks because I was too scared. My first marriage completely broke apart (it was already rocky after I was 8 1/2 months prego) and I left him the moment the trauma of the event cleared. It took two, almost three years of crazy events. In fact I walked away from everything I knew because I needed a fresh start and the universe packed my bags. It was as if my guides were ready for me to move on to my next journey. A spiritual master once told me that I had saved all my karma for this last life time because it would be my last. And that is why I was born dead. I didn't breathe for fifteen minutes after I was born.
Before I left Colorado city my ex wanted to put me on medication, because I was hearing voices and screams. I heard footsteps and bodies being dragged on a regular basis and I would wake up in the middle of the night, always around midnight, and scream bloody murder. Then I'd end up pacing my house for several hours, listening for every sound. So he ended up getting me a shrink.
He took me to a hypnotherapist, but I wasn't comfortable with the situation because I didn't trust my husband or the other man in the room. After my mother said she was being contacted by a man named Charles, who kept talking about hurting people back in 1969, and how the blood needed to run again, I thought it was my husband who was trying to kill me. Honestly, I was terrified of him, so I didn't really remember anything.
However, I did go out to PA after I left him and was put into a hypnotic state by my uncle's wife who has been doing it as a hobby for some time. I saw a girl looking into an old wishing well and she had a sixties bandanna on her head. I saw the White House (Tate had dinner with JFK the night before he was assassinated) and her making love with her husband when she was pregnant. I also saw a calendar and some dates circled.. it looked like the end of July. I am not sure what it means, but in Rosemary’s baby the husband circles some dates... and Sharon left her husband and returned home to the United States in the end of July. I remembered crying and screaming because I didn't want them (the Manson family) to hurt my baby. I was so angry because I was so close and I didn't understand why they had to come now. I just wanted to be a mom. I felt the sharp pain of the knife several times. Then suddenly I just stopped crying and just laid there. So she brought me back out. I hear she screamed for her mother while they stabbed her. This made me cry because that is still what I do today when I give birth to my babies. I have had them all natural, I don’t want my husband... I scream and cry for my mom, when it hurts.
My hypnotist and other family members took me into the bathroom and did this weird thing. You know, like Bloody Mary with candles. But I asked to see myself in my past life instead. And right before mine and everyone's eyes the mirror fazed almost as if someone with a smoky hand whipped it just where my face was. Then suddenly my hair went blonde and my features changed and my brown eyes became a lighter brown. It was Sharon Tate. There was not doubt about it. At the time I had brown hair so it was a drastic change. It was pretty scary to see so I ran out.
As a child I was very health conscious. In fact, I am not sure if she was a vegetarian, but I wouldn't eat meat. I didn't eat sugar or in very small portions for years. The only sugar I would eat was cheesecake. I was a kid who ordered salad and soup when she was only six. My dad always told everyone I was such an actress. In fact sadly it was how I survived being sexually molestation as a child. I always acted like I was asleep, and I continued this behavior into adulthood. On the positive side, I was cast in lots of college productions at a young age. Just seems strange to me that a kid would be so health conscious all on her own. My parents were not, that was for sure.
In this lifetime I didn't just come to heal my life as Sharon Tate. I came here to heal several since this is my last life time. So my looks have changed throughout my life. So has my personality and other characteristics. When I was her I was much more sweet and willing to let others walk on top of me. I was such a good, kindhearted person. You never heard me say a bad thing about anyone. I would give everything I had to someone if they asked. Once I healed the part of her that still is in me, I suddenly was able to eat meat and sugar. I wasn't such a perfectionist. I use to clean like no other and clean everyone else's houses too. It was like I needed to feel like I had value. I use to want to be loved, but felt unlovable. Now I am in love with myself so I don't feel like I have to be with someone who doesn't respect me.
Boy did I love children back then. I would just watch them for hours. I wanted to be a mom so badly. Now I am kind of an grumpy cow. Don’t get me wrong, I love them very much but sometimes I wish I had a housekeeper, and a nanny lol. I look back and think what happened?
Things I did keep from her: I still hate wearing shoes. I wear flip flops or run bare feet even in snow if I can get away with it. I always carry a bottle of Vaseline everywhere I go. In fact someone on Facebook asked me, before I knew Tate did the same thing, "What is one thing you would not leave home without?" I said Vaseline and everyone thought I was nuts. I don't like lip stick. If I use gloss, its usually clear or a lite pink.
I still feel and see spirits like her and am always looking for spiritual advancement. I am still spontaneous and love to entertain and cook. I have some of her relationship tendencies still, but I am actually learning to master them which is nice.. But I still don't believe anyone owns anyone else. I mean, how can they? I have had many lives. My husband could have been my brother or mother in my past life. Why would I pick him to spend eternity with? That is how I came to meet my spiritual twin flame, who has never left my side. Even when I was a child, I felt him his name is Paul. He is the masculine aspect of myself.
Another funny thing is when I was younger and very much like her, I had to have my hair different every day. Hair was very important to me. I once won a best hair contest at work and was offered a job at a salon because I could do so many hair styles without schooling. That's probably because she hung out with Jay, a Hollywood hair stylist. But now I am more relaxed. I mix it up but I don't have to be so obsessed with looking different all the time.
But anyways, I am not really trying to prove that I was her or anything.. I already know my soul was connected to her very much and no one can convince me otherwise. Because my soul just knows and it really doesn't matter. Everyone has had a past-life, I just happen to be able to trace mine. It is sad, actually, that more people don't have this opportunity. It would be cool if someone started a past-life database, where people could put in things about themselves that might pull up in the next life, so that they could find themselves.
It is just nice to get it off my chest. I don't feel crazy anymore. Just different than people who still believe the lies that they have been force fed their whole lives, like I did for so many years. So thank you Tom. It is nice to be conscious of who I am and why I have had to go through the experience I have had too. And I think the work you do for people is amazing. When my book gets finished I will let you know. It is not only about my past life, that is just a piece of it. But it should be interesting, none the less.
(In my reply, I asked what her reaction is to Roman Polanski, who was Sharon Tate's husband.)
As for my reaction to Sharon's husband, at first, I didn't feel much toward him to be honest. I wanted to contact him once, but it was as if the relationship had run the course and she wasn't emotionally attached. However when I saw but a glimpse of the vampire movie he made with her, suddenly I felt the love that she had for him all over again. It welled up in my heart like a raging fire. Then, at other times, I felt a spout of rage toward him almost like he betrayed her. And then almost instantly I would feel compassion again toward him.
She had a lot of emotion and love for Jay, but I don't think they were rekindling their love affair, which many people have said. All I know is, whenever I read something that someone says bad about him, I want to put them in their place. Because she very much enjoyed his companionship. When I saw him being killed I knew I loved him very much. But he was not my lover. As for Christopher Jones, the man who claimed to have had an affair with her, I still feel a connection to him. In fact, I felt like I could trust him more than her husband and her sister. I can feel the love and respect she had for her mother and she had more of a connection to Patti than Debra. She loved her dad, but I don't have the feeling he was in her life much. I already told you that she really looked up to Barbra Parkins. I think she wanted very much to be like Barbra and so, in this life I can see where she made the adjustments. One is singing. In a movie, Barbra sings a song, and when I heard it, it was like my heart knew the words, as if Sharon would sing it in the shower even though it wasn't her part. I do sing now, very well actually, but I sing older music.. My instructor said I sing like Eva Cassidy, who also died young. When I saw Sharon's friend Sheila Wells, I instantly smiled and the word that come to me was "fun." Later, I learned that they had been best friends and had a lot of fun in their younger years.
(In the "Other People" section of this website, I speculate that Angelina Jolie is Tate reincarnated.)
As for Angelina Jolie, you may be right. I have always loved her to death and wanted to be like her if I was an actress. And from what I heard, there can be several aspects of the same person out there at the same time. Since it is the soul, it's the intelligence that travels. With this being my and many peoples' last life time, I am sure we are doing and healing as much as possible as fast as we can. Plus I have always had a huge crush on Brad Pitt. (Ha,ha However, I don’t understand why just because someone was murdered they would need to come back dark. As you indicated in Angelina Jolies earlier life. I think its more about progressing, healing and moving forward. If she came back dark, doesn’t that mean that the devil won? He ruined her, I disagree... I think she came back just as good and added even more light to perfect herself...
Keep in mind that everyone famous will not always come back famous. I, for one, don't want to be famous like a star anymore, but I know that I will be someone who will have the ability to reach and bless many people. Several spiritual healers who have seen my soul see me surrounded by many children all over the world. They said that I am being prepared to be a great mover and shaker for the future when the world is ready to start healing as a whole. To me that is a far more useful use of my time than being rich and famous again. When I think about going that route, and believe me I had many chances growing up, I just want to say, been there done that. But that is just me. I came here to be a spiritual star, not a materialistic one, as my soul continues to tell me when I ask what is my purpose. You are the light and joy of the world, it says. And I think this is true for everyone. Being famous is just a job. It is not who we are or what our soul desires.
I found out something interesting for you to help your future patients, things maybe to look for. I watched a video about a four year old who had a cyst in this throat. When he told his mom that in his past life he was shoot in the throat the cyst disappeared right when they were going into surgery. I hadn't pieced this together. I had two cysts, one on each wrist,when I was younger as well. A spiritual doctor healed me and they never came back. But she said I held my guilt from watching my loved ones die in my wrists. She said in the womb with a sister and three brothers, I was very close to one brother. I am assuming that's Jay. At the time, I thought she was a nut case. But it so happened that if Sharon had been restrained by her wrists she may have felt like she was helpless, and she may have carried that energy over into this lifetime. Another thing is, I have had is heart pains since I was a little girl. I get a really sharp pain in my heart, like a knife, and then I can't breath for like a minute, sometimes longer. I thought I was normal and it was just may heart growing. But I just recently got it checked out. She said my heart is actually defective and that I carry a great sadness in my lungs, so its hard for me to breathe. When I looked into it, Sharon was stabbed several times in her heart, and in her lungs. I also have a phobia about being held down and having anything put around my neck. I have chronic neck and back pain. As I have healed, some of these I have learned to manage and have outgrown. But when I was a child and in my twenties they were very severe. This info it mostly just for you to understand some things that could pass from one life time to another, things I didn't really see until now.
I also saw a house that I use to love when I was a child. I would always tell everyone that one day I was going to buy that house and live there. Well about a month ago, I just happened to drive by it, and it was for sale. But as I drove up to it, I got sick when I realized it looked very similar to the house Sharon was murdered in, minus the trees and view. I had never realized why I liked the house so much, but suddenly it all made sense, so I drove away and didn't take a walk through.
TED BUNDY REINCARNATED
Bundy was a famous serial killer who was executed in 1989. A woman in Canada believes she's his reincarnation and makes a convincing case. Until I can get some kind of link to the .pdf file documenting her evidence, I suggest contacting her on Facebook under the name of Eli Vesper and asking for a copy of her story.
DIED ON THE TITANIC
This is an email exchange I had with a woman in Ireland.
(A) My boyfriend lived in York (England) up to last year and it was amazing how many medieval houses survived in almost every village. Yorkshire felt very familiar to me, I really miss it.
(TW) Maybe you had a past life in Yorkshire. I suspect you don't believe in reincarnation, and if not, it's still worth considering.
(A) Actually, I do believe in it - is it weird to believe that I was my grandfather's girlfriend who died on the Titanic?
(A) When I was small I used to ask my mother if we could visit a village about five miles from the farm where she grew up, which she always found bizarre - I later found out my grandfather's girlfriend came from this place. My mother used to call me Liz, which was the girl's name. My grandmother's maiden name was the same as the girl's (they weren't related). I'm not sure why my grandfather didn't travel on the Titanic and she did, but he is listed in several books and on several websites as one of the people who died on it. But I was always convinced I died on the Titanic and I was fascinated by everything to do with the disaster until the Titanic film came out (then I lost all interest in it). My two best friends (who don't know each other) also thought they had sailed on the Titanic. When one of my uncles told me about her I just knew I was her. I'm just convinced of it. I"m also convinced my niece is the reincarnation of my Mother, they so alike it's scary.
KAREN CARPENTER REINCARNATED
Back when I was 5 years old in this life, my mom bought me a whole bunch of CD's with music that she enjoyed as a child. The collection included 2 Carpenters CD's, as she was a huge Carpenters fan in 4th and 5th grade. The moment I see some photos of Karen and Richard and start listening to the music, I get this sensation that there is a ghost in the room.
I ask my mom, "Are the Carpenters still alive?"
"Richard is still alive, but Karen died." she tells me.
I keep listening to the music and soon start to have eerie visions. I see myself as Karen performing and recording the songs. I vividly see myself recording Rainy Days and Mondays lying down on pillows in the recording studio. I do this to get a better feel for the song. I clearly see myself looking out into out into the audience singing We've Only Just Begun wearing a white dress. I have multiple visions and it begins to creep me out. I see everything through Karen's eyes.
Later, I go to bed. I see myself as Karen in my dreams. I am often, but not always performing or recording in my dreams as Karen.
Some things that I [Karen] see are:
- I was born in New Haven, Connecticut and moved to Downey, California, a Los Angeles suburb when I was 13 and my brother, Richard was 16. Our parents asked us for input in choosing a new house. Our only request was that our house have a swimming pool. We got a house with a swimming pool just as we wanted and I was the one who spent the most time in it. Our house was on a street called Newville Avenue.
- I loved horses and I was disappointed when I did not have the space I needed to own a horse. I end up getting 2 dogs instead and I name them Lady and Mush.
- I was a drummer in addition to a singer. After I become famous, I am asked to get up from behind my drum set and front the group. I am furious as I love to play the drums. A compromise is reached and I get to play the drums on some songs and I have to front the group on other songs.
- In 1975, the Carpenters have to cancel tours because I am in the hospital.
- I record a solo album in the late 70's - early 80's, but Richard and my parents hate it and don't let me release it.
- I wake up one morning in my parents house on Newville Avenue. I am visiting and I have stayed the night. I am staying in Richard's old room instead of my own because I wanted a room with a TV. I think to myself as I step out of bed, "I need to sign my divorce papers today." I go to the kitchen and turn on the coffeepot. I go back upstairs and head to my walk-in closet to get dressed. I start to feel woozy as I take my nightgown off and then I crumple to the floor.
- This is just the tip of the iceberg I have many more, more than I can list.
These dreams and visions continue and I assume I am just imagining. It creeps me out a little though and for a while I stop listening to the Carpenters.
7 years later, a few months before my 13th birthday as Alexandra (my current life):
I love to play the drums and sing. I have a strong desire to join my school choir. One day, I happen to rediscover my Carpenters CD's and decided to listen. The dreams and visions became stronger. I see myself as Karen in the early 70's playing the drums on stage as I sing. I see myself recording "Rainy Days and Mondays: laying down. I hear Richard yell at me for recording a solo album without him.
A few days later, I listen to the CD's again. I get a really eerie feeling of a ghost in the room. I pay attention to the feeling. I get have this strange intuitive feeling that the ghost is Karen's ghost and it is inside me! I want to scream!
A couple of weeks later, my mom plays videos of the Carpenters on YouTube. I see some original footage of performances and it really creeps me out. Many of them match my dreams and visions except that they are shown from the audience perspective and I see them through Karen's eyes.I never knew that Karen was actually a drummer and neither my mom, but she plays the drums in some of the videos, as I do as her in many of my dreams and visions!
A few months later, 8 months after my 13th birthday, I join the school choir, as I wanted to and I as think I am the best singer in the group, I begin to suspect that I may be the reincarnation of Karen Carpenter. I read up on her a bit and find similarities between the real Karen, the Karen I am in my dreams, and myself in my current life and definitely begin to suspect.
Meanwhile, I am auditioning for every solo part in choir, but never getting one. The teacher often tells me I sing off pitch and I cannot believe it. How could that be, I am one of the best singers in the class?! Later on, I discover that is not true, but I can hardly except it even though I have never gotten a solo part, my teacher is telling me that I could very well be tone deaf, and she decided that I cannot sing in contest (the performance that we do in front of judges) unless I improve and improve fast.
Contest day rolls around and I am sure that I have improved. I get up on the risers, sure that I have improved. My teacher walks up to me and tells me to get off and stand in the back corner of the stage near the exit. I have not improved.
I step off and stand where she tells me to. Now I finally except that I am by no means a good singer. I cry a puddle on the floor and cry for the rest of the day and all night. At this point I suspect that I might not actually be Karen's reincarnation. I cry some more.
I suddenly get an urge to Google search the story of Karen's death. I find out that she was found dead (or at least almost dead) in her parent's house after having stayed the night, was last known to be alive when she turned on the coffeepot in the kitchen a few minutes before, was supposed to sign her divorce papers the day she died, and the house was on a street called Newville Avenue.
This is when I realize (at least as far as I believe) that I AM her reincarnation! I cry some more at how she absolutely did not deserve to reincarnate as a pitch challenged choir student! I read up more on Karen and find more similarities between her, her as me in my dreams, and me in my current life, as well as recognizing events of her life in my dreams as her and noticing a physical resemblance between her and me. I have a lot of evidence.
Today I am in my fourth year of choir and have improved a lot, but I still have not gotten a single solo part or gotten into an auditioned group despite the fact that I have auditioned at almost every available opportunity. I have researched further and found more evidence that I really was Karen Carpenter. I am 90% the same as Karen. We have similar taste in fashion, iced tea as our favorite drink, and the same personality and almost all the same favorite activities, to name a few. Almost everything I saw in my dreams as Karen matched the real Karen to an eerie degree. Everything I listed above that I experienced in my dreams matches events of Karen's life for real. I even found photos of the recording studio and the Newville Avenue house and let me tell you how eerie that was.
PAST LIFE MEMORIES OF
MARLENE GOODMAN
VIVIAN LEIGH -
HANNAH GRAFFUNDER
I remember being aware of the spiritual side of life as early as the age of eight. During this time, I had memories from the life of a person who's spirit I have a fragment of. I recall having this urge to share my knowledge on past lives with those around me but figured they already knew and believed themselves which I've come to find is not uncommon. As I grew up, my awareness faded and I forgot about many of my memories. I think this is partially due to my attending church. Memories that are not paid attention to usually become buried. This is what happened as my thoughts were elsewhere. I was not successfully indoctrinated as I was indifferent to what was said. I knew that there was something more to life but didn't know what exactly. Had I believed in Christianity - I don't think I would have such a vast past life recall. People often wonder why they don't remember their past lives and I think they do subconsciously. That they've had the memories but considered them to be dreams and allowed them to slip away.
Fast forward to the age of thirteen. I considered myself to be agnostic. I relied more on logic and what could be proven. In a way, I had lost hope that there was any meaning to life. This is also the time of which my interest in true crime developed and took ahold of me. I became obsessed and would spend my day watching documentaries on the lesser known killers. It wasn't long before I stumbled onto something Jeffrey Dahmer related. I was bored of the documentaries and figured I should watch a serial killer/true crime movie to spice things up. I searched for one and decided on "Dahmer" as the thumbnail looked interesting. I had a difficult time concentrating as I kept thinking about how the apartment looked off which irked me. I wondered why something so trivial would get to me. When I did try to pay attention to the movie, I would slip in and out of a trance like state. After it was over, I scrolled down to view the recommended videos. I clicked on the Stone Phillips interview with Jeffrey Dahmer. Given I have a tendency to be impatient, I skipped to the middle of the interview and found myself on a part where Lionel's talking. My eyes widened and I stared at him intently with a feeling of disbelief and confusion. Questions raced through my mind.. Why did he look so familiar? Why do I feel a connection to him? I again slipped into a trance like state which overwhelmed me enough to make me turn the video off. That night, I had part of the memory of Stephen Hicks which I feel was triggered by the movie. It wasn't influenced by the movie as some may suggest as what's depicted in the movie is not accurate. It's in fragments so I'll put it together as best as I can. I was driving down Cleveland and Massillon Rd.. Drinking, listening to music, and thinking about how bored I was. I spotted him but wasn't sure if I should turn around or not. It took me a few minutes to decide. I pulled over, he put his shirt back on, and I asked if he wanted to come drink with me. I reached over and opened the door for him.. He got in and I told him my parents weren't home. He asked if I could turn down the music and I complied. We made our way inside of the house and headed towards the family room where Frisky, my dog, greeted us. We were sitting on the floor in the family room. He was going on and on about his girlfriend and I was spacing out whilst staring at his chest - wishing that he would take his shirt off, wanting to ask him to do so but I knew he'd think it strange. He got up to leave once it was dark out and asked if I would drive him to his girlfriends. I said no.. As to what transpired next, my memory is kind of fuzzy. I think I retrieved the barbell from the bedroom closet - not the crawl space. This is what's mentioned in Lionel's book, "A Father's Story." I hit him twice in the back of the head as he was sitting in the recliner which had its back facing the door. I know I strangled him with it afterwards and processed to do as I pleased. It was years later that I read the confession in which I said that the incident occurred in my bedroom. I did have a very distorted memory of this but the other one was much more vivid and had more of an impact on me. I wondered briefly if I lied or if the public was misinformed on purpose. I wondered what the reason for this would be and since I couldn't come up with one; I dismissed this thought. Then I found a picture of the family room and it matched my memory. It was on a website next to a caption that says it's the room the incident took place in. I assumed the person had been misled. It took quite some time (half a year approximately) before I messaged them to ask about it. I was told that they received the information from someone who knew me as Jeffrey. I had more questions than answers but I was shocked nonetheless.. I wasn't expecting the response I received and ended up having an anxiety attack. I consider this to be proof of sorts..
Anyways, back to when it all began. In the days after I had watched the movie; I had several more memories/astral experiences (I think some of my memories belong to another dimension or parallel universe in which I currently exist as Jeffrey. I do my best at trying to separate those from my past life ones. There are others that I don't know what to make of. I'll share only the ones I'm sure of) Most of the ones I had during this time were obscure in nature.. Such as the ones of my grandma and of eating breakfast with her which I enjoyed. I rarely share these as I cannot prove them and I know memories can be influenced by the subconscious mind. In one of them she is downstairs and asking me what I want to eat for breakfast. She asks me more than once as I'm distracted and don't answer her. I end up snapping at her and promptly apologizing for doing so once at the table. In another one, I'm not in a good mood. I'm calling her Catherine instead of grandma in a very snarky tone. Lionel calls and and she tells him what's going on. She then hands the phone over to me and he tells me to show her some respect as she's always been good to me and doesn't deserve to be treated in such a way.. I don't like him bossing me around but don't want to start anything so I apologize to her and my anger shifts to him. In one of the last ones I had of her I am helping her with laundry and she's talking to me. She asks me a question but I woke up before I could respond.. I was unaware of this and being half asleep I muttered "Yes, grandma?" This is the memory that made me take these "dreams" more seriously given how real it felt. I identified more with Jeff than I did with myself. I began to think of myself as Jeff.. The memory/possible astral experience that aided in my figuring out I was Jeffrey was of the apartment.. I was standing in front of the window.. I was tipsy and had a headache. I couldn't stop thinking about how lonely I was, how I needed to stop what I was doing, and how hopeless I felt. It was two weeks after I watched the movie that I googled Jeffrey Dahmer in order to read about his life. Instead of doing so, I clicked to view the images that came up and was taken aback by them.. I had dreamt of all of the places that were shown.. I tried to pass it off as some bizarre coincidence until I came upon the one of apartment 213. I put my phone down and had a sudden epiphany, "I was Jeffrey Dahmer. I was Jeffrey Dahmer. I was Jeffrey Dahmer." I wanted to tell someone... The only person I had to tell was my guardian and I knew he wouldn't take me seriously, that no one would. I had a hard time taking myself seriously as it was.. My logical mind was fighting with my intuition. It didn't take long for me to convince myself I was losing my mind and that I needed to snap out of it. I questioned this life on and off for a few years. During this time I had memories but considered them to be dreams just as I had before.. I had the memory of my death.. It matches what Christopher Scarver says happened and this was years before he shared the details. I had a morbid sense of humor and joked around in a feeble attempt to ignore my situation. He said I would take food and fashion it into severed limbs.. I have a few memories of doing this. Of being excited when they'd serve meatloaf for that very purpose.. I have one memory of him staring at me from across the prison yard.. Just giving me a real mean look. I didn't think much of it. I had a few out of body experiences before I succumbed to my injuries.. I was in my body but only for a few minutes.. They put an oxygen mask on me but it didn't help.. Just like that, I was out for good. I heard one of the men say "He's dead!" before being gently pulled up towards the ceiling and then everything went black. I had the memory of Steven Tuomi.. It was triggered by a scene from a movie where all of these nightclubs with flashing signs were shown. I was making my way to a pay phone outside of Club 219 but it was occupied by someone else so I turned around and that's when I noticed him. He was talking to two other guys. I stood in off to the side and waited for them to leave. He quickly noticed me and we fell into conversation. I could tell by his body language and the way he was staring at me that he found me attractive. I was out of it and didn't say much. Asked him if he wanted to come back to the room I had at the ambassador hotel. I had the memory of Konerak Sinthasomphone as well. I was making my way out of the Grand Avenue Mall as he made his way in. I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye.. I found him attractive so I quickly turned around and tapped him on his shoulder. We went off to the side to get out of the way of the people entering. I tried to not to talk too loudly as I asked him if he would accept some money and come back to my apartment with me. I handed him the money underhandedly as I didn't want anyone to take notice. This memory felt so incredibly real that I was certain I had watched a movie where the encounter was depicted and had simply forgotten.. After extensive searching for one.. I accepted that it was the true memory of what happened.
It was near the end of 2015 that thoughts on reincarnation came to me out of the blue. Instead of pushing them aside, I joined a reincarnation group. It was out of curiosity more than anything.. I read about other people's experiences and wished for some of my own.. I didn't think I remembered any past lives.. How wrong was I (I remember 9+) I joined a psychic readings group.. I didn't expect anything that was said to resonate with me but something did.. A psychic told me I was a woman in the 1860's who had a tragic, lost love. This hit me like a ton of bricks and made me cry.. I knew that such a reaction must mean something but I wasn't a believer yet. It wasn't until I met a friend of mine in one of the reincarnation groups that I truly started to believe in reincarnation. They told me about the lives they remember in great detail. One in particular was familiar to me.. A life in which they were a man named Matthew who was placed in an asylum by his domineering mother. After having read about this life of theirs, what seemed to be dreams resurfaced. It was a while before I said something.. When I did I described these dreams.. I was able to relay accurate information back to this person. Things I couldn't of known if I hadn't of been a part of that life.. The more I thought about my memories, the more came back to me. A name came to me "Sarah" and with that came the more personal memories.. I was emotionally abused by my aunt and uncle who took me in at a young age as my parents didn't want me. I had a mental illness.. Paranoid schizophrenia, I think. I would visit the asylum often with Matthew's mother and sister. I thought he had died, that the doctors had killed him when in reality he had successfully escaped.. I committed suicide by jumping off what I believe was the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland.. During my life review I was shown that Matthew had managed to escape and I regretted what I did. I was shown other important events from my life and told that committing suicide was wrong.. That I would have to come back in order to make things right. (This is a life that was confirmed by another psychic unintentionally. This life and another one I remember are both very vaguely mentioned in a video on YouTube) This is what made the doubts I had regarding past lives go away.. It also made me stop and think about Jeffrey's life. I jokingly mentioned that I had questioned if I was him before. I shared a few "dreams" and a picture of myself alongside one of him. I was told they sound more so like memories and that we shared a resemblance..They suggested I read more about this life which is what I did.. I purchased a few books.. One of which I felt a sense of Deja vu whilst reading. I
was oblivious to the fact I had read it as Jeffrey and once I learned of this - fragmented memories came to me in the form of visions. Which made me realize I had had the same reactions as I did then and cried at the same part about my grandma's declining health and the last thing she said to me which was "I love you, Jeff." A good majority of my memories, even the ones I thought nothing of were written about. This is not what made me question this life once again as I wondered if there was another reason for this.. That maybe my psychic abilities were the cause of my memories and nothing more. It was the resemblance that we share along with similar mannerisms that made me question this life. I couldn't view this as a coincidence. I showed people pictures to see what they thought about them and was told that the energy is the same.
Memories are a rare occurrence nowadays.. Information comes to me in the form of waking visions/thoughts. Which is how I remembered my afterlife experience.. I was told that I shouldn't be able to come back as I had broken too many rules. I don't know how I managed to do so.. When I shared this last, I was told that it was probably just my imagination but I've since learned that one of Dr Michael Newton's subjects spoke of something similar. I sometimes have astral experiences. I had one not too long ago that I find significant. I was sitting on a sofa beside my mother, Joyce. She had a baby book in her hands and I had pictures of myself in this life as a baby in mine. I handed them over to her and she compared them to the ones of Jeffrey. She stated that "There is a strong resemblance. There is a possibility you were my son." She then stood up and walked over to someone who had their back turned towards me.. Presumably to show them the pictures. I think it was my brother, David. I woke up after this which upset me as I miss my mother dearly.. As for anything else that backs my claim up.. As a child I had (and still have) a phobia of being attacked from behind. I had a preference to dress in boys clothing and felt more comfortable around other boys. I become infuriated whenever someone blames my parents or says anything bad about them just as I did then. I posted about my job at Ambrosia Chocolate on Facebook. In doing so I was trying to trust my memories and see if I could dredge up more information. I remembered taking the big bags of cocoa and pouring them into the mixer. After all of the ingredients were mixed together, a lever would be pulled to alert the guys down below. I could see them through a type of hole in the floor. I didn't know if I could prove this and wondered about the accuracy of it. I later read that this is exactly what I did. When I was eleven I went to an outside art gallery/sale with my cousins in the country. There was this house that looked similar to the one in Bath and the more I looked at it, the deeper I fell into a trance. I tried to go over to it but was stopped from doing so. When I was around the age of six or seven my father and I explored the woods at the back of my parents old house. We found the bones of an animal.. He suspected they belonged to my cat who had gotten loose.. Instead of feeling sad as I should have, I was fascinated by them and slipped into a trance. I felt the this intense urge to pick them up but was stopped by my father. The first thought that came to mind when staring at them was "Fiddlesticks" which is what I called them as a young Jeffrey. I was watching a movie about a year or so ago and the town of Bath, England was mentioned. I thought Bath was a peculiar name but it sounded familiar. I feel the same way towards certain people from that life as I did then. I was born with a lazy eye on the right side of my face, the bone in my chin is not fully formed on my right side, my nose is crooked, my teeth were severely crooked as a child, and I had to have ear surgery as water would often become lodged in my ears. The reason the right side of my face is where most of the defects are is because it's the side that was beaten in.. Around six months ago I noticed that when I would read about that life; my voice would change and it sounded as though I had a Midwestern accent. This happened several times until it permanently changed. What I believe is the cause of this is Foreign Accent Syndrome as I haven't healed yet and carry around much baggage from that life. I'm currently reading Roy Ratcliff's book, "Dark Journey, Deep Grace." I purchased it not because not for the Christianity aspect but because like Roy Ratcliff and I wanted to see if he mentioned anything about Lionel. He describes how they met at a motel not long after my death. What he described about the meeting seemed so familiar that I'm sure I was there in spirit. He told Lionel that the materials he sent me on Christianity were what ultimately led to my faith. Lionel was pleased by this and it made me cry because this is what I wanted. I did not convert all of the way.. It was a distraction, something I hoped would please my father and knowing I succeed in doing so made me happy.. I have identified some of the reborn victims but I won't share pictures of them as I think it would be inappropriate. My relationships with them have been rocky, to say the least. There are things that have remained the same such my taste in music, my personality, and my style.. I would go as far as to say that there are not many changes aside from the gender switch and some newly acquired remorse which indicates I've grown.. Lastly, I've had a few researchers take a look at my case and they've agreed that I have enough "evidence" and have said my memories of being in spirit match the accounts of others..
One might ask; What was the lesson of such a dark and damaging life? I don't claim to have all of the answers.. Especially not when it comes to such a question as this.. All I have is speculation. I can tell you what I've learned, however. I learned to not view people as objects and part of my karma is that people have treated me as an object in this life. The struggle was within myself.. My loneliness, feelings of rejection and failure, and not being able to accept who I was or how my life was. I don't think things were supposed to get so out of hand. I carried over a lot of subconscious pain from my life as Sarah and the lives that came before it (many of which were not good) This does not justify what I did but I think it contributed to it in some regards.. My spirit was not yet healed and nothing I did made it any better..
