Are Past Life Memories Real?

A history of recurring dreams

Every winter, from 1986-1990, I relived a past life  so vividly, I cannot doubt that my prior existence as another version of myself was real.

The theme of these memories had played a role in my life since childhood.

I was killed in the Wounded Knee Massacre of December, 1890.

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, by Dee Brown, was published in  1970. I first saw this book on display on the front desk at the Leicester Public  Library and instantly reached for it and checked  it out. I was suddenly immersed in the story of Western Tribes and their terrible fate at the hands of the U.S. government. Since part of my family were Indians, it took hold of my imagination and never let go.

Time magazine reviewed the book saying:
“In the last decade or so, after almost a century of saloon art and horse operas that romanticized Indian fighters and white settlers, Americans have been developing a reasonably acute sense of the injustices and humiliations suffered by the Indians. But the details of how the West was won are not really part of the American consciousness … Dee Brown, Western historian and head librarian at the University of Illinois, now attempts to balance the account. With the zeal of an IRS investigator, he audits U.S. history’s forgotten set of books. Compiled from old but rarely exploited sources plus a fresh look at dusty Government documents, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee tallies the broken promises and treaties, the provocations, massacres, discriminatory policies and condescending diplomacy.”


I began to have recurring dreams that I was a white woman with very pale blond hair. I am looking at a large rock with a dry, twisted tree growing out of it. I scream and start crying. I know that behind that rock is a dead Indian man who had just been shot. I wake up.

Of course, Westerns were all over the television when I was growing up, and a young girl’s fantasies could easily run in the direction but of this dream. But this had no element of wish fulfillment. It was tragic. And it wasn’t the end.

Shamanic Illness

My Saturn Return was bearable, even though it is in the 7th House. But my 8th House Saturn Transit was from Hell. It is a Scorpio House for me and Venus, my chart ruler, is in there in Sagittarius. OUCH!

This was the most intense, darkly Scorpionic time I have lived through yet. I won’t say why,  (except that it involved a man — what else?) but I was subjected to terrible, unrelenting  psychic attack.
I was shocked and horrified that my one reliable defense, my powerful abilities in meditation were useless. I could not still my mind, but was surrounded with a black vortex that swirled around me and made me feel oppressed and ill. I still remember an entity putting something around my neck as if to strangle me from behind. The person who was doing this was indulging in some pretty nasty thought forms!

That obvious attempt to kill me on the astral plane woke me up to the kind of danger I was in, so  I sat down and said “I am going to push this darkness away with my light.” I began to focus on the golden  light in my heart, and willed it to  grow and grow  until all the entities, and the vortex were pushed away. Suddenly I was immersed in a sea of streaming golden light. It was as if I had gone into the sun! And in the midst of this molten light were two eyes and face like Christ, ( or Albrecht Durer lol! )

Afterwards, the attack energies were gone, and I began to have Shamanic dreams.

The recurring dream from my childhood  began again.  The same rock, the tree. my screams and the knowledge that an Indian man had been shot and lay behind the rock. It wasn’t because of the book this time. Maybe it was because I had Indian friends and was around them and on the reservations a lot. But the dream coming in the midst of visions and spiritual visitations, gave it it more significance for me. And the fact that I remembered it from so long ago.

One Who Was Lost Returns

In 1986, I began to work with a spiritual healer as a form of therapy. I had a terrible family life as a child and have had to periodically clear stuff away to be free of them and move on. The healing involved very deep kundalini yoga practices and I took to it like a fish to water.

It was about six months into this work, in December,  that I was meditating in the living room, when a man appeared before me. He was so real, I could touch him! He was a Plains Indian man with very long, thick chestnut brown hair and big, doe eyes. Weird part was, was that the lower part of his face was sealed over with a kind of filmy bandage  as if to erase his mouth. He was lanky, and brown, and wore skins — very 19th century looking. Telepathically, he sent me a message. “Stop trying to find me. I am not in a body. But I look after you.”

Words cannot convey how weird this was.  What he said hit me like a club, for I knew that he was the dead Indian man behind the rock in my recurring dreams.

Four Years of Memories

After that,  every December, I got one more piece of the story.
The second year told me I had been captured by the Lakota Tribe and had married this man. I had a feeling he was Cheyenne for some reason. I can’t explain that.  We were very happy together. White men didn’t like captured white women being happy with Indians, so they killed him.

The third year,  I found out that one of my clients had been in the cavalry unit that was at Wounded Knee and had seen me being killed. We made eye contact at that moment, and out of that we had some karma (for want of a better word.) to work out.  When I told him this, he said he knew it was true. It was like something fell into place about our relationship and his perception of me.

The last year was  in December, 1990.

As a person with Iroquois heritage, I was a subscriber to Akwesasne Notes, a tribal newspaper printed on the reservation in upstate New York. I came home one day and found it on my doorstep. For some reason, I didn’t want to touch it. I picked it up like  a dead mouse and threw in into a corner of the kitchen counter.

Later that day, I sat meditation and had a vision of men and horses riding to the mass grave  on Pine Ridge where the bodies of those slain in the Wounded Knee massacre were buried. They did  a ceremony during which I saw a ghost come out of the grave and come back to me. My spirit  had been trapped there, and had been returned to me.

Later on, I was able to finally able to open that edition of Akwesasne Notes. It was all about the Wounded Knee massacre with its classic photo of Big Foot dead in the snow. There was an article about several spiritual leaders from Pine Ridge riding on horseback to the mass grave of the victims to do a  healing ceremony for those who were buried there. It was the one-hundred year anniversary of the Wounded Knee massacre.

I wrote to them about what had happened to me but they never responded. The next year I went to South Dakota to visit the grave and place a tobacco tie on the fence that surrounds it. I realized I had been afraid to go there before that. I still don’t really like to talk about this, but I think the information about past life memories might be of value , rather than what the memories are about.

As part of that trip, my friend and I drove to Pine Ridge to bring clothes and shoes to the people on the reservation, for winters are terrible there. I was shocked to know how much the whites hated the Indians and how much they exploited Lakota culture to make money. Hypocrisy or cynicism? Probably both.

Driving through the Dakotas caused me physical pain — psychic, physical pain, and heaviness.


In 1992, I was at meeting in support of Leonard Peltier. There was a chance him might be let of prison on parole. Of course that was sabotaged in the most horrible way.  I connected with an Indian guy who so resembled the man who visited me from beyond the veil that I had to speak with him.
He was part of the Peace and Dignity Run. Native people  from Alaska to  Argentina to Mexico City running through Indian lands, collecting feathers on the way that were  attached to long staffs, to meet for four nights of ceremonies at Tenochtihuacan ( Pyramids of the Moon) on Columbus Day. It was five hundred years since Columbus invaded the Americas looking for slaves and gold, and this was an empowering way for Native people to protest its celebration.

I was there at the Pyramids of the Moon  as, under a full moon, tribal members from many lands and cultures, worked their ancient rites together in that place. It was an amazing experience to be there.

I find I still question the idea of past lives in the sense that  a discreet and singular personality goes on for several lives. But I shouldn’t. I think these experiences are a good indication that Past lives are real.

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    21 thoughts on “Are Past Life Memories Real?

    1. hi i read the wounded knee book 10 years ago and i really liked it.someone one day told me i was an american indian sorcerer in a past life, but i never had any proof of that, a wolf supposedly. i hang out with few of those energies in britany especially cause i used to sleep in atipi for a few month , there was asuspended bed and you could cradle yourself to sleep and one night i followed the cradling and i became an eagle flying above the mountains. that was prety cool.i don t really know anything about past lives but that i was drawn to that in early age but i never really made it through as i don t know what simagination and not, i just had a few things like when you unblock something, one time i was acelt and i felt the celtish spirit and all the music filling me, or being in a cavern too, little things like that but not worth it for me to emphasize, as i might just be imamgining them. i had the white light experience once that was cool too, i was lying on my bed and there was a woman lying next to me and by falling asleep i don t know something snapped or got released and i went into thatb light everything felt nice and a giant spider came grabbed my arm and took me back to i don t know where. at the same time i woke up and that woman had grabbed my arm at the same time and for me she was the spider that pulled me back. but then i could b e imagining all this. i think you need a lot of experience to know or at least be into that kind of stuff. i dont know if past lifes are real, maybe not all of us need to look into it. but i never had a dream involving them as i don t dream or don tremember them.somebody also told me i had like an american indian guide with me but there again, it s cool to know but i never really had any knowledge of that stuff, i ve just been drawn a lot into native american studies and their spirituality with a hate for white, butt hat might as well be present.someone also told me once i was a mix of many past lifes so even though i understand how they stack one upon the other i ve never felt i was. but it would have been nice to know . i ve tried to know things for many years but i ve always been unsuccessful in that area cause maybe i don t realy need to know them or maybe you really need to be i that kind of stuff or be a was interesting to read your post though.bye

    2. Hi Alex,
      I have a few past life memories. They have all been unexpected and unsought for. Sometimes it is our path to remember a few things. Since I have been a teacher I guess I have to have stuff to teach about.
      Take care,

    3. yes i agree that is why i said this.i understand how it happens, and i understand it is not everybody s path. i have finishes a pereiod of 5 years of illuions about past lives whichbweren t real or no need to be looked at. i understand the past life healing and the spirit that comes back, but i dont think i have myself any,eventhpugh i ve been toldto heal something that wasn t there and which in return made me sick.i have no knowledge of spirituality or magic so i can t say anything about it.i am just really trying to get away from that stuff.i never sought really to know what happened in my past lives but because i was told to know but everything that came out was just illusions. but i agree that in ,magic you don t really look or try tofind anything

    4. i was actually just sayingto help distance my self from all this, cause it constituted the worst part of my has been told to me by a tarot reader to which i took a liking i don t know why, and she told me all that stuff that wasn t real.iguess i ve just been had, and that the fact i liked her was what pulled me down. i never was into all that stuff but at the level of average people, she told me magic was my destiny, and when i talked to her again she said it was in her in the end that s how for me i get caught in the past, so sorry if my reaction looked out of place, but i needed to go over the fact that i ve been had.i don treally believe in teachers for myself this is not really the way i work things out, no offense.

    5. so ironically your post of yours permits me to find my own freedom. i think words are not always understood the right way.

    6. i actually believe that you live your past lives in the present, i ve never tried to do anything with my life and this was the best time ever and so just as with past lives you don t really seek to do or to know anything. i think i didn t understand why somebody in that kind of stuff would tell you to know what happened when the rifght thing to do would be not to try to know anything at all.i think that by the fact i was told i was a dangerous person ddin t realy forebode well for me to keep on spreading danger around me. so i took 5 years of complete isolation, cause i thought i wasn t right in my head and might have been wrong. but i guess you learn through experience. i guess next time i keep to myself. in itself this is present experience that became past as time went on , and in the end it became a past life. it s like i didn t have a past life at all and it became one in the end, lie you create yourself a past life to heal when the path that lead you to it is the path of some sickness. it s like self fulfilling. but i still appreciate the mind that lead me to it, just as i still wonder in what state of mind can you be do create something like that,it fascinates me, s like a reversed past past life.i think it s pretty cool but also it cost me a lot.there s nothing i hold dear down there but maybe time and this is still something i need to work on, cause the presciousness of time played a big role in sorting out this “past life” and that is pretty ironic in itself too, cause that is how i fell.time neither goes backwards nor forwards cause it doesn t really exist as its knowledge is useless, cause it happens in the present, and memories are jus tthe result of a flawed present for me.they ar elike outof body experiences. unfortunately i ight be wrong, this is just a coment i am inspired to write. i suppose i am a bit like in the end i didn t really need to know them nor to know anything i ve been told, so next “time” i guess i ll keep along my path.

    7. and again i m not saying that you re wrong with your post,cause again i am not well versed into spiritual things, i was just talking.

    8. and who knows i might just be stuck in a past life right leas you post helped me realise my own illusions and the moving on from an encountervi thought was like a blessing but that turned out completly damaging. ii helps me realsie i mightnot be made for those things, i m not really going to look for that, but even if magic and all that is not for me , and i ll become a warehouse assistant at least i can put this present life to rest for good thanks to you

    9. and it s intesting cause what you say i agree to, maybe i just met the wrong people,i still wonder why you d be put on the wrong path like that, so when you re told like follow the trail, you re like i am the trail, so you wonder who is at its place.well tough lesson!nextvtime if thee is one i llbe more confident in what i think

    10. and i just wantto add cause it makes think about it, i am sory i used your website to express my views even if they are wrong, i didn t mean any harm, but i am not a teacher so i wouldn t know, but i guess that if you don t look after your pastlives it s the same than everything in life cause you block everything from happening and i believe it is te same for teaching that you don t look after a teacher or a healer cause it happens before it becomes a name or a word.i bothered for 5 years about my past lives out of non confidence, and now that i don t need to bother about them anymore it feels good

    11. and the teaching thing i was talking about myself cause i ve taught a good lesson, now i can get a life , i pretty happy

    12. for what it’s worth; i’ve had enough of putting up with
      crap in this life let alone dredging up the past ‘it’s
      not ME, it,s the others’ ,but with Arlene’s lessons or
      keys have been a source of thought for me and i can do
      something with whatever is left.ot’s a challenge you
      can’t run away from yourself recently in london they have been playing a Starship song a lot ‘Nothings gonna stop us now.i find geat inspirational

    13. i m not really in the it s “the others” mood, i m gonna stop being in past lives as well,i just realised i ve been had because of me and my own non confidence, if it wasn t clear, i ve spent 5 years trying to unravel stuff ididn t need to i just take it in the funny way in the end, but it s certainly nobody else s fault but mine,i just followed theevents on the site that s why i said sorry i used the website to say this, bye

    14. i m just saying i went into my past lives cause someone told me to cause i had to heal stuff, but it was just a big labyrinth of illusion, what arlene says i knew that but because i was told to so i thought i had to, and it made me realise i didn t need to cause my spirit is not to bother, but it still is my fault and not others,and in the end it s nobody s fault it just happened that s all

    15. and also i never had any big indian appearing or such happeningto me or anything special happening to me during my”past life” stuff, so i knew something was wrong and it just made me realised it that it was all a big hoax, but it s nobody s fault, definitely not sometimes you make the wrong choices or the wrong ll become a fu part of my life, i don t have any inspiration but i am just happy autumn is coming

    16. and ian i didn t say that teachers are wrong it s just not my thing, everybody his own path, i m not into schools, i just think that teachings you don t lookfor them i got taught a lesson by this and didn t ask for it, some people like schools there s nothing wrong with that.

    17. Another great post Arlene, really enjoying your blog. Will write more very soon.
      Have tried to send you a note on email but it came back to me as undelivered.

    18. Hi Alex,
      I have a few past life memories. They have all been unexpected and unsought for. Sometimes it is our path to remember a few things. Since I have been a teacher I guess I have to have stuff to teach about.
      Take care,

      i don t really know anything about past lives or maybe i do but it wouldn t be safe to talk about it.but i guess that if at the core you re a teacher then you might be a teache in other lives too, but if youre a teacher and outside yourself you might want to rethink the situation to be sure.then if youare a teacher in many lives i don t think you always teach about the same stuff though, you would always have new things to teach i don t think eventhough i have no experience in those matters that it is that simple to say that if you re a teacher in past lives that you will be one here cause in this case it applies to the fact that if you re a killer in a few lives then you might have some time to kill. many past lives lived in the same way doesn t necessarily mean that things are settled, just as habits are not things that have to be hold for certain or for true.i am just sayingthis because i ve looked into my past lives (or maybe i imagined them)and i asked myself thatbquestion, so even if my past lives were unreal i guess the question you ask yourself still works.

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