Some stories here:
1) Some months before my mother told me that she had put my favourite dog to sleep (because he woke up with paralysed back legs one morning - the beginnings of motor neurone disease) - I dreamt that I was walking in the middle of the most beautiful rolling green hills, and that he had come to say "hey! look at me! I'm really happy here and I have found some friends too! Don't worry about me..." (as he pranced about with 2 other liver coloured dogs much like himself).
I was at university at the time. Phone calls were expensive, so I mostly wrote regularly, and called one-a-month from the 'phone booth.
It was in those 'months before' that she had had him put down.
She hadn't told me immediately because she knew I'd be upset.
2) My elder sister has always had problems with her weight.
My mother, now that my father has passed on - keeps his photo by her desk and "talks" to him on-and-off.
For quite a while, my mum had been trying to convince my sister, that she should really focus on getting on-top of her weight issues.
glared at my Dad's photo and said to him "Get off your butt and do something - you grouchy old bugger!"
That week at the end of my sister's yoga class (she teaches pregnancy yoga) - one of her students shyly said to her in private "I don't mean to alarm you - but all-day-long, there's been a man (spirit) sitting at the bottom of your stairs shaking his head in concern..."
She went on to describe my deceased father.
And that week, by some co-incidence (?), my sister bumped into a lady who began her on her journey of discovering a diet approach that works for her.
Today - she's lost an amazing amount of weight and is a fountain of knowledge on the variations of the Low Carb/High Fat approach.
3) A work acquaintance of mine moved into a listed building in the country.
Their house had been extended a few times, and they found that the new guest bathroom downstairs, was always cold - no matter how they tried to re-insulate it.
After a while, my friend looked at the blue prints of the house, and discovered that the site of the guest bathroom - had been built over an old walkway that led up to the community chapel.
Could the "cold" - be the repeating pattern of hundreds of years of pattering feet that walked through to church on a regular basis? (so they were experiencing the "movement of spirits past" - if you like).
She was convinced it was - and so - she organised a prayer meeting in her house with the express aim of clearing this residual energy from this area of the house.
It worked. The room stopped feeling cold.
4) I don't have any memories of my past deaths.
But I have some - snapshots really - of past lives:
(i) I am in a desert and I am running and out-of-breath. I arrive at my destination with a horrible sinking feeling in my heart and stomach - I know, I am too late to save the day. The little boy lying in the sand face down, has been bitten by a scorpion - and I am too late to help him (I must be a poison mistress... possibly Nubian. Which would mean - a "lesser citizen"/slave of ancient Egypt. Lol).
I can hear his mother keening and keening behind me.
This memory surfaced whilst I was at a psychic awareness class (studied for a year at The College of Psychic Studies - London). The exercise we were doing that evening, was scrying/psychometry with a tray of sand from Egypt (the instructress had brought the sand back from her holiday there).
(ii) I am walking down a dry desert river valley with high cliffs on either side of me.
There are cave dwelling carved out of these cliffs on either side.
As I walk past, I recite to myself who used to live in each of those cave dwellings.
I remember them all - their lives, their personalities, their community.
This was a vivid dream (I am a lucid dreamer - i.e. I am "aware" that I am dreaming and if I concentrate I can control or change my dreams - of wake myself up. and I dream in colour).
Two days later I was in a bookstore and saw EXACTLY the place in my dream on the back of a Calendar. It was an ancient dwelling of the Pueblo Mesa Indians in the Grand Canyon.
Before that - I'd never seen the place or ever heard of them.
That's the 1st and last time to date - that I've clearly experienced exactly what it means to have "someone walk over my grave". I had an adrenal response. I'm sure I turned pale and was shivering with goose bumps - Lol.
I had assumed y-see, that I had been dreaming about Egypt (which I am fond of - ancient mythology and neo-pagan magickal practice.)
And somehow it was just a shock
. Lol.
