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Little girl from my past life, showed up in a picture with my children

Discussion in 'General Afterlife Discussions' started by Ski, Apr 14, 2018.

  1. Ski


    I had a past life dream ( I didn't know it was at the time, although I knew the dream meant something) I'm not going to go in full detail, there's a lot more to the story. But the little girl, showed up in several dreams, she had a short white dress, amd long blonde hair. She was mute, and did not talk. I felt she had a communication disorder, possibly a form of autism. She was about 6 years old.?..and the setting seemed to be around the 1600s, although that is an estimation based on the surroundings, house, furniture, ect.

    I always woke up before I seen what happened to her.

    At first, I found the dream intriguing because it seemed so real...But, it was also a dream. So I left it at that.

    Until....Easter of 2003. My 3 year old son was dressed up in his holiday best, to go to a family Easter egg hunt and party. I sat him down in front of the fireplace...that had glass doors. I took the pictures and did not notice anything unusual at the time. One day I was going through the pictures to put them in an album, and I noticed my reflection in the glass...you could see me taking the picture....and then right next to me, was the little girl. The glass was very clean, so I could see it clearly. She was standing right next to me, in her little old worn out white summer dress and her long blonde hair...she was just as solid as me in the picture. The reason I didn't notice it,maws because it was in the backdrop of the picture...on the fireplace glass door.

    I took this picture to work, to get second opinions....I did not tell my coworkers what was in the picture. I asked them if they saw anything unusual in the fireplace glass. They look amd studied at it for a second, and immediately started jumping up and down, freaked out....and yelling YES! YES! There's a little girl in the picture, OMG!!!

    My coworker ended up keeping the picture with him for a week, to make copies, so he could take them to his friend who is interested and just started studying in hauntings. He was the one who taught me about houses made of stone, and how they can hold energy....

    But, I knew the dreams were real of the little girl, when she showed up in the picture next to me and my son.

    I find myself wondering why, and what happened to her....because it's odd that she would show up in this life through dreams and a picture. I always wonder if she died young or something...I've been terrified in this life, that something could happen to one of my children. I always thought it was normal for parents to be overprotective, but mine is extreme at times, like I wouldn't even let my son get his license until he was 18...because I'm afraid something could happen to him, an accident. I get the feeling this might stem from that life, like an accident happenedbut I'm not sure....I can't quite figure it out. I didn't see what happened to her...

    I had another dream after this, in another time...and a different house. Approximately around the 1700s. It's a completely different house, and very big. All I see is myself running through the front door, straight up the stair case and into a room....I know exactly where she is at...and I race up to that room, she climbed up on a French looking decorative board in her room, and she reaches out, and I grab her in my arms...then I wake up. I notice in all the dreams, she sits on her little knees...like little kids do....and she's always waiting for me, and I'm always panicked to find her, because she is lost or hiding. Even now it makes me a little upset, because I can feel the panic in the dreams to find her. I do get the impression from the dreams, that I didn't like or get along with her father very well, and that's why she hides.
    Last edited: Apr 14, 2018
  2. Widdershins3

    Widdershins3 Active Member

    What amazing experiences! I've had vivid, never-to-be-forgotten past life dreams, so I do believe you were experiencing memories of past lives. I've heard of spirits being able to impress their images on photographic film and that it's an unusual skill that can depend on the psychic abilities of the person handling the camera too. I would treasure that photo! I'm still searching for any image at all of the little half-Chinese girl I was during the Gold Rush days in California or of the rich girl who lived slightly after that time. I haven't given up hope finding a photograph of either of them, though it's more likely that there are surviving pictures of the wealthier one.

    To me, it seems likely that there are correspondences between those particular lifetimes and this one--lessons that we're here to learn--so IMO we should pay attention to the information we've been given and see how it might apply to our current life. Your insight into your own protectiveness with your son is an example of this, I think. Have you read any of Dr. Brian Weiss' books on hypnotic regression to other lives?
  3. Ski


    Hi Widdershins,

    Yes, after here things started happening....I would regularly go to Barnes N Nobles to find out about what I was experiencing. I actually accidentally stumbled on his books, as the paranormal section was right next the religious section...which is where I initially started looking for answers.

    I was having tons of psychic experiences because this was right after my NDE. I'd always had psychic experiences, but because they were sporadic, and far and few inbetween, I didn't know what it was. It wasn't until after my NDE, they became even more vivid, pronounced, and happening all the time...that I realized it wasn't normal, yet it was real.

    I think you are right, the past life dreams and visions I have received are very much reflections and closely tied to my experiences in this life....as well as my family heritage.

    There was one, where I was a soldier, approximately 20 years of age....and I died in war. I was also male....I seen and heard my last hours, even my death....which we were ambushed and I was shot in the head, right after seeing my fellow men being ambushed. I also saw the funeral, American flag, and horses carrying my coffin....with the towns people following behind, taking me to the cemetery. I had spurts or flashes of myself in that lifetime, earlier in my life....but didn't make sense of it until more dreams and visions happened over a decade later, again.

    I've never been famous, or anything. The lives I have seen, are replicas of this life....same scenarios, same lessons, sometimes the same people....but different gender roles.

    The lessons seem to be slowly learned...like I might be a more cautious parent in this life, I might be more cautious about war, or I might not overact to certain situations, that I might have in another life.

    My feeling are initially the same, but the way I react or handle the situation might be a little different, or not....which reflects how slow we do learn lessons, but also shows our progress.

    I understand that I was a younger soul n those lives...not that those situations weren't traumatic, I just persevered through the same situations in this life. It's been a particularly hard life...things I put up with in those lives, I won't now....situations where I wouldn't forgive, I do now....things that would cause me to jump off the deep end....I walk away from now. It's always things like that...these are very trying situations. I've had to suffer the consequences, but it's for different reasons now....amd learning to be at peace, because a lot of the choices I made this time around...we're just as hard, but they were the right choices....and so I learned it doesn't matter always if we are right or wrong...sometimes the right choices are just as hard, and require suffering....albeit, not always from our part. Learning to live in peace, and to love.
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  4. Bill Z

    Bill Z Well-Known Member

    Thank you Ski. You wrote:
    "The lessons seem to be slowly learned...like I might be a more cautious parent in this life, I might be more cautious about war, or I might not overact to certain situations, that I might have in another life. "

    Through hypnotic regression and other practices I remember a handful of my past lives, just "regular" people nothing famous. A striking one that I mentioned in another post here that, Ski your quote above shed some light on, was as a Confederate Lieutenant in the Civil War. Before I knew of this past life I went to a Civil War reenactment and went to a Union (North) field hospital populated by who I would later learn were my "enemies" in that life. You mention being more cautious about war and overreacting. I have never felt the hatred and rage that I felt that day. Here I was passing people bleeding in cots, being operated on, horrible suffering (again, it was a reenactment) and I wanted to see them suffer more. Looking back, I am troubled and amazed that I could hate and rage so much.

    I think we are here to learn. I no longer feel that hatred or rage against any one or anything. I believe I am seeing more clearly now I believe/hope and better understanding the importance of love and compassion as our true path rather than hatred and rage which is so prevalent right now in so many ways. Thanks again Ski.
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  5. Ski


    You are welcome, Bill. It's very interesting, isn't it?

    I wanted to join the military when I was 20, I thought it would be a good career to get into. I didn't go into the military because I had a small baby and I didn't want to sign over my rights to a relative. A year and a half later, 9/11 happened....we went to war.

    I did t know about my past life as a Civil War soldier at this time, I didn't know that my own 20 yr old uncle died in Vietnam four months in.

    It wasn't until years later, a lady who was at my families house, at a BBQ...and read my palm. Then she started doing past regressions....I really didn't know about them, but I was having some weird things happened....and it was a new concept to me(being raised baptist) It took several times, but I did get an image of a teenage male(I'm female) in a tan-ish brown uniform, admiring himself in the mirror....it look like he had just got his uniform. I noticed he was on the 2nd floor of a farmhouse.

    What was weird about this....is I had a dream in my early teens, years before...of being in that same room, looking out the window...and watching people show up for a gathering at our house. In the dream, I was sick...and got out of the bed to look out the window....because it seemed to be a holiday, amd faring at our house.....possibly Easter, but I'm not sure. It was the same room and house.

    In the regression, I just saw myself buttoning up my uniform in the mirror....and admiring it, really excited, actually. I couldn't stop looking at it....then the image froze of him in the mirror, then turned a Sephia color. Then everything went black. I really did not know what to make of this, because I was looking for something else....and I am female. Never did I image that a past life regression could show me that I was a male.

    It was in my 20s at that time, and it wasn't until my mid 30s....that I saw my last night alive, my funeral, amd the cemetery. It was so sad....it played out perfectly in a dream....and dreams are where I get most of my psychic information.

    I stood out in a field, approximately 50 yards from them, the dream took a Sephia color....and I watched the horses carry the trailer with my wooden coffin, and the people of the town walking behind it to the grave yard. I was afraid to get up close...I remember not wanting to see it. Also, I felt ashamed, that feeling of regret. It wasn't what I thought it was going to be, I don't think I knew as a kid, what I was getting into. I think I thought I was going to come back a hero in the that small town. I know that it didn't cross my mind that I would die, until the night before I died....when the fighting got nasty, and many of us hid in a trench until morning....when we were ambushed and killed the next morning.
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