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Caribbean
*
I have not had many intense
dreams, but a lot of deep gut feelings. I believe that I was a pirate
in
my previous life. I have a very strong connection to anything involving
pirates; even when I was a little girl. I used to read books about them
all the time, and study them to find out more about them. When the
movie
Pirates
of the Caribbean came out, I saw it 11 times in theaters, and not
because
I am a fan of Johnny Depp. I felt this incredibly strong pull to it,
like
there was something in the movie I recognized and knew. That time
period
has also always interested me, and many Halloweens I've been a pirate,
even though I am a girl. I went to Disneyland yesterday, and sat in
silence
during the ride Pirates of the Caribbean. Suddenly this wave of
jealousy
came over me, and it carried a hint of nostalgia. Like, why couldn't I
live during that time? And the feeling was almost like I missed it;
like
I'd lived through it before and wanted to go back. Also, when I was a
kid
and I couldn't sleep; I'd imagine I was on a ship. A really old, large
ship. And I was sleeping in a hammock, in pirates clothing, and I'd let
the waves rock me to sleep. I did that almost every night for many
years
and I still do it now occasionally, as a teenager. Odd? Or maybe
familiar...
*
In my past life I was an Irish pirate named
Jonathon
Dane. I was born on July 23rd, 1669 and became a pirate at age
14,
after being enslaved. I became very powerful in a span of five or six
years,
but a captain whom I and several hundred men rebelled against
killed
me on Oct. 14th, 1692. After most of the other rebels had been
killed
or had retreated I remained abandoned by my crew, and I was dying from
a massive blade wound to my stomach. However I was killed the day
after the battle occured. The captain tied my arms and legs
together
and pushed me into the Caribbean Sea where I met my death. In
this
past life I felt a burning desire to hurt anyone whoever opposed me,
and
now I'm just about as passive as possible.
*
I've had this vision or dream for as long as
I can remember. It takes place in the Caribbean and I strongly
sense
it is Cuba. It is the very early 1700's. There is a huge
house--
like a hacienda or plantation-- on this very high hill. The house
is in a Spanish style and is quite imposing. It is made of gray
stone
that is very weathered. The hill is vibrantly green and the sky
is
very dark like a thunderstorm is approaching. There are fields
growing
sugarcane in the distance. I am a young woman, maybe about
twenty,
riding a white horse at the bottom on the hill. I sense that I am
or have become an outcast and unwanted in the town. I meditated
on
this image and believe that I lived in the imposing house, and brought
some great shame to my family when I had became involved with a roguish
man who you might call a pirate. I think that I might have become
pregnant, but I am not sure. The pirate abandoned me and I was
overwhelmed
with shame and despair. I think I committed suicide. I think my
name
might have been Isabel or Isabella. I've always had a great affinity
for
oceans and ships and also for the Tropics. Also, I think this
life
explains why I'm obsessed with pleasing my family and try to seek their
approval.
*
Hello! I went to a seminar on past life regression with Dr.
Brian Weiss. For the last portion of the seminar, he did a group
regression.
Not knowing what to expect, my mind was totally open. This is want my
first
experience showed:
I am on a cliff overlooking a busy harbor in
the Caribbean. I think it is Jamaica, but at this point I am not sure.
The next scene, I am standing on the dock that I had seen from above.
It
is a busy area, with a ship just having come into port. There is a
parade
of slaves unloaded cargo from the tall ship tied up in the dock. They
seem
to be unloading sacks of flour or cotton. I am only observing this. I
am
a woman, I'm not sure how old, maybe 20. I think I am British. I can
feel
the corset around my ribs, along with all of the under clothes. I am
holding
a parasol to shade the sun. I can feel that it is warm, but the parasol
is shading the direct sun off my face. I think I am a 'mail order
bride'
and I am waiting for my 'husband' to pick me up. The next scene I see
is
a bedroom scene, with the 2 of us just getting ready for the events of
the day, nothing extreme.
The next scene is the one with the most impact.
I am laying in a mahogany 4 poster bed in a plantation style house. I
know
this is my house. There is sunlight shining in the room through the
window,
but not directly on me. It is in the afternoon. I am alone in the bed,
but there is a man sitting on a chair beside my bed, holding my hand,
caressing
my hand. I think the comfort he is trying to give me is more for his
benefit
than mine. His thoughts are all about anger, what will I do without
you,
how can I live without you. Although I was a mail order bride, we do
fall
deeply in love. I can't see how old I am, but I think it is still
rather
young maybe 30. With all of the fevers that were carried, many people
died
young. Then I am rising above the scene, so I have passed on. At
the moment I die, I can feel everything he is feeling. His pain, grief,
sorrow, but most importantly, is the most incredible wave of love wash
over me. It makes my eyes well up several months after this whole
experience.
Now the validation for the time and place for
me came in the most unusual way. I'm not a huge movie fan, but I had a
very strong desire to see Pirates of the Caribbean. I have always loved
pirates and the Caribbean. I had taken my nieces with me. In the
opening
scene of Pirates, there is a bay. I gasped, as I recognized that bay as
the one in my regression. The movie was set in Port Royal, Jamaica,
which
was razed by an earthquake in 1692. That would make my lifetime,
sometime
in the late 1600's. Everything else matches. The most truly
overwhelming
part is that the 'man' in that lifetime, is someone I met 3 years ago,
who lives in a different country. I don't see him very often, but each
time I am in his arms, I know that I have been there before, many many
times, through many other lifetimes. I have since had another past life
experience with him in which he dies in my arms, in a time of battle,
somewhere
else in an island setting. Those details aren't as strong. It is a
battle
scene in a harbor as well. There are canons and gunfire, pure mayhem
all
around. We are on a cliff
overlooking the battle below. I am a woman, his wife, wearing a
long dress, with many petticoats. I think it may be closer to the
1880's
or 90's, judging by the attire. I am sitting on my knees with him in my
arms, his head in my lap. He is delirious, I am screaming for someone
to
help us, but with all of the mayhem, my cries for help go unheard. He
dies
with his head in my lap. I find the whole past life experience an
incredibly
addicting, but positive addiction. I have learnt so much about fears
and
phobias through this. I can't wait for the next one! Cheryl
Central America
*
3. I'm not sure of the exact year, but just before Cortez
arrived, Mexico. Twenties, male. I was Aztecan. A
priest,
but not very high ranked. Priests had more rights than
most.
I recall standing atop a step pyramid, looking over the forest/jungle,
having had word that Quetzalcoatl (Cortez) was coming. I felt a
great
sadness, and thought the world was ending.
*
I went to this Medium and accidentally started
telling me about a past life. She said I had lived in the 1700's,
in a
town near the one I live now (in Central America) and used to be a very
important trading Port in the Spanish colonies. I was young and
married
to an older wealthy man, but was not happy. Because of that I was
having
an affair with another man my age and was maddly in love. That
younger
man is in my life right now and she described him without she even
knowing
he existed in the present. My husband found out and had the man killed
and I didn't do anything to stop it even though I loved that man very
much.
Which accounts for the fact that in this lifetime I can't cheat my
dates
even if it's not a serious relationship, I rather end everything before
doing such thing because the fact terrifies me.
As for the man I loved, he can't seem to manage
to compromise himself, he is rather a solitary man. The only girl
that's
always around him is me. For a reason or the other fate seems to bring
us together in the most strange ways. We keep meeting over and over
again
for the past 15 years (we where 13), and have deep feelings for each
other
but he acts as if he is terrified of me.
She said I'm supposed to pay that karma I owe
him for having him killed so we can both be free again to make our
lives
(I'm a solitary person too only one boyfriend so far and few dates and
no he wasn't any of them). The sad part is we are really
compatible and
even share the love for Wicca (something unusual in a latin american
country)
but apparently we won't be together in this lifetime either.
I need more
info. on what happened to me and him to solve this mystery. ...
Artemisa
