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**Markdogas** · 05-12-2010, 08:21 PM

WOW! These accounts are just so fascinating. I love hearing of peoples past lives.

To answer a burning question of why i remembered a part of our city in a different way than what it looked like when i was 4 years old. Years later I have been led through one past life regression and actually discovered months after, out of curiosity that the road she/I lived on actually existed. (Now overlaid with a modern road and new name). My name then was Megan Jones, was employed as a seamstress in 1744 but died of TB, alone in absolute poverty at age 33 a few years later.

I now make patchwork quilts, so the sewing gift has definitely come throughout into this life.

During my meditations and Deja vu I have recalled/got images of three other time periods where I was there. In one of them my youngest sister was my
sister again. As it turned out, when she moved out to a village a few years ago, we went a walk for her to show me around. The very old (now not in use) Edwardian train station was still there, as when we were stood on it with her dabbing her eye because of the steam and a bit of dust from the train had
got in it.

The other was Egyptian, but the other one is something I'm not even sure about, that I could even explain in a coherent way. It's a bit "out of this world".

05-12-2010, 08:21 PM	#1
Markdogas Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 503 Senior Member	WOW! These accounts are just so fascinating. I love hearing of peoples past lives. To answer a burning question of why i remembered a part of our city in a different way than what it looked like when i was 4 years old. Years later I have been led through one past life regression and actually discovered months after, out of curiosity that the road she/I lived on actually existed. (Now overlaid with a modern road and new name). My name then was Megan Jones, was employed as a seamstress in 1744 but died of TB, alone in absolute poverty at age 33 a few years later. I now make patchwork quilts, so the sewing gift has definitely come throughout into this life. During my meditations and Deja vu I have recalled/got images of three other time periods where I was there. In one of them my youngest sister was my sister again. As it turned out, when she moved out to a village a few years ago, we went a walk for her to show me around. The very old (now not in use) Edwardian train station was still there, as when we were stood on it with her dabbing her eye because of the steam and a bit of dust from the train had got in it. The other was Egyptian, but the other one is something I'm not even sure about, that I could even explain in a coherent way. It's a bit "out of this world".
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