I have memories of four of my previous incarnations. The first two, one shortly after those, and a big time jump of the last one before this.
I have told this story before on here, so some may remember it. But I had a recurring 'dream' from about age 12 to age 28 where in I lived another life (successively). I had this dream a couple times a week for those 16 years. I even went to the elders about it a couple of times thinking it might be 'demons'. After I was about 19 or 20, I stopped talking about it to other JWs.
I was a prostitute named Catherine Murphy after the Civil War in some western mining town. I 'dreamed' my life in Ireland and my sweetheart who came to America first, Sean, and he was going to send for me---but after waiting two years I managed to get the money for passage to Boston and attemped to find him--to no avail. I tried to find decent work but that was to no avail either and I needed to eat so I started hooking on the docks. After a year of that, a good friend of mine died of pneumonia and I traveled West to try to make a better life, finally giving up on Sean. I ended up in a tiny mining town and then later in Coeur d' Alene, Idaho.
I was a whore there until I died also of pneumonia when I was 29 years old. I had four regular customers besides all the others. One was a miner, two were cowboys, the other one was a son of a farmer. The miner had a boot fetish and he would always make sure his boots were in his sight when he took them off. These 'dreams' were so detailed I could have written a novel about the story it unfolded. I used to refer to it as my 'alternative life'. But when I was 27 I started getting frightened since I dreamed that I died at age 29 -and I had bad health. I got an insurance settlement from a landlord dispute and I took the money and decided to move up to Idaho from So. CA desert. I had never been to Idaho and never even seen pictures of it, and all my friends thot I was nuts. But I had to see if my 'dreams' had anything to them. Well, as soon as I got into Coeur d'Alene I knew the place. I walked the streets and I just knew them. I even went to a nearby little town called Wallace that has a brothel museum and when I went into the old house I had such intense moments of flashbacks that I had to leave. It was so weird and overwhelming. I used to like to go and sit in the Catholic cemetery and eat my lunch under the Aspens.
I was wandering thru the cemetery one day after I had been there for about 2 years and I went to the back where the children were buried and I found an adult headstone that said: Catherine Murphy 1850-1879. It took my breath away. I did some historical research and found out she was a prostitute who was from Ireland and died of pneumonia!
I have since met all 4 of the men who were my 'regulars' in that past life and each of them feel a connection to me that defies explanation. It was instant recognition and involved a flirty--mildly sexual kind of friendship. I also married Sean this time around. Let me also say that each of these men, have had 'dreams' of a mining town and a red haired whore named Catherine, but none of them believed in reincarnation before they met me again. One has explained to me that he still does not believe in it, but he is sure that there is something between us that is 'beyond what we should know'. I also know that after being a virgin until I was 34 yrs old and a JW that my first sexual experience was just a tad more familliar to me than it should have been and I have since found sexual skills that are not possible for me to have known how to do in this life under the circumstances.
I have also verified my friend who died of pneumonia in Boston. I was even 'contacted' by her husband's ghost in a house of a total stranger(I was not the only one--two other people and a child also had talked to the ghost)...and when we did the research into the owner of the house it was exactly the name I dreamed of and was told by the ghost. And in the basement of this house, I found a mirror with my name written on it in orange crayon that the owner claimed she got at a thrift store...only thing about it was that I had this mirror in NJ as a child, sold it after I moved to GA, and now it shows up 15 years later in Massachusetts in a haunted house!
So when people scoff at my beliefs, (or question my sanity)--I just smile. There is no way any other explanation could answer my experiences.
Ravyn