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Grandfather Recalls His Drowning
My grandfather was a herbal (ayurvedic) medical doctor in India. My father relayed to me a story about my grandfather. This is how it goes: My grandfather once visited another town where he had not been before. When he surveyed the area, he found the area was built up and inhabited. He had a sense of déjà vu. He made inquires to find out if there was an elderly person in the area who knew what this area looked like before the area was built. He pointed to an area and asked the elderly person if there was an open pond in that area where people gathered for bathing and washing. The response was affirmative. He then asked the elderly person if he recalled a young man with certain physical characteristics having drowned there. He then astonished everyone present by saying that he was that drowned man now in a new physical body, reaffirming reincarnation. My grandfather was quite astute and not prone to making up stories. It is a question of personal belief whether to accept this story or not. I have my own inclinations. Have you heard of Sathya Sai Baba, the miracle worker in present day India? He also confirms the theory of reincarnation. An American lady saw him and asked him for help regarding her recurring headaches was told that this affliction was carried over from a previous birth. - Deepak

Details of Another Life in Scotland
I am a New Zealander living in the United Kingdom. I had been here only a few months when we visited the island of Iona in the western isles of Scotland. I found this an extremely moving place and felt great inner turmoil. I am not prone to such things. On the return journey from Fionphort, across Mull in a bus, I had the most amazing dream-vision. I was half dozing with my young daughter asleep on my lap. I saw into the life of a young woman who was born during the first solar eclipse after the death of St. Columba in 593. I saw such details of that life that I spent the next week frantically writing it down so that I would not forget. She was a local girl who had fallen in love with one of the monks at the early monastery. When this was discovered, she was banished. A whole life with many details, many of which I have since verified, flooded into my mind. I had never studied history, so it was all about a way of life that I had hitherto known nothing. I have since gone on to write this story as part of a novel, called Iona, even though I feel that it is probably autobiographical. - Diana Flower

Told of Three Past Lives
In the early 1970s, I was given the name of a Rosicrucian lady - Dorothy Evelyn Begg - who lived in the New England area, possibly Connecticut, and offered past-life readings at no charge. The Rosicrucian philosophy, I believe, is based upon the karmic theory of doing good and helping others. Although the idea of reincarnation is interesting to me, I was skeptical. How could this woman possibly know anything about my past lives from a thousand miles away, working only from a letter I had handwritten and mailed to her? And how would I know that they weren't just made-up stories? I was careful to include no clues of any kind; I just told her I was interested in knowing about my past lives, and asked what could she tell me about myself. She described three past lives, which touched upon some amazingly coincidental points:

• As the willful son of the treasurer to the pharaoh in Egypt, I disobeyed warnings and rode my horse into the Nile, where I was dragged under by a crocodile and I drowned at an early age. This, said Ms. Begg, is why I am afraid of water and do not swim. Bingo! I have taken swimming classes at the Y, and am still unable to force myself to try to breathe in the water - I hold my breath for fear of drowning. This was kind of a long shot guess for someone who doesn't know me.
• She identified me as a starving child of the streets in Old England, where I battled with the other beggar children for treasures found in the trash and guarded my pitiful stock of belongings fiercely. This is why, Ms. Begg concluded, I am such an incurable packrat, and never throw anything away. Again, Bingo!
• According to Rosicrucian beliefs, she said, every seventh incarnation finds us in our "properly sexed" body - our spirits are either male or female, but are not always reborn in the appropriately gendered body. Also, there is a soulmate for each of us and, if we are lucky and it is our seventh time around and it is our soulmate's seventh time around as well, we will find each other. Such pairings are seldom blessed with children, she noted, since the relationship is sufficient in itself. She indicated that in one of my "seventh round" past lives, my brother, an explorer and traveler, was my soulmate (also in his seventh round), and neither of us ever married - but I accompanied him on all his travels. Oddly enough, one of my brothers and I get along amazingly well in this life, and our minds seem to run along the same lines. We often know what each other is thinking and are "best friends." Another very odd, coincidental "close hit." - Judy Otto

Revisits a Familiar Manor
I am an adult female living in Dutchess County, N.Y. I know I lived several past lives before, but the one that stands out in my mind is the following: During the 1700s and early 1800s, I was a male - a grain merchant who often made the trek on the Post Road from Kingston through the Sleepy Hollow area. I often stayed at what is now Van Cortland Manor. Several years back, I took a tour of the the Manor on a summer day with my daughter. Everything there was so familiar. I knew I had stayed there and had eaten in the little tavern. When the tour guide told us about the main house, I asked, "What happened to that room that used to be there?" She turned as white as a ghost and explained that they were going to remove part of a wall that had been built later on and restore the original room that had been there. The public had not been told of this event until just then! There have been other instances of my recall or my feeling of having been there before and knowing where things and places were. - Tsjdbigdog

She Led Three Lives
I have three memories of past lives, none of which were recalled while hypnotized nor during regression therapy:

• I was a solder in Alexander the Great's army when Darius of Persia presented him with a matched pair of horses - they were a mare and stallion, what we in this country today call appaloosas. They were white with black spots. I was standing with a spear in a line of soldiers. Across from me was another line, and we formed a path that the horses were led down.
• I was a student at the Vienna Riding School (now famous for its Lipizzaner horses, but this was before the Lipizzaner breed was established). I was riding a chestnut mare down a tree-lined lane when something happened suddenly that killed me - I suspect I hit an overhanging branch. At any rate, the image of the lane is very vivid. Several years later, I was browsing in an antique bookstore and found a picture of that lane just as I remembered it, and it was indeed part of the early Vienna Riding School.
• I was sitting in my kitchen one afternoon reading a reprint of an early 1900s Sears catalog. I decided that one of the items had a very fair price and I should buy it. Someway, I had "faded" into that time, and with a physical wrench came back to my "present." I knew details of what I had been wearing, what the kitchen I had been in looked like, and where I was living. That was déjà-vu plus! - Kendra

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