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Curious about who you were in a past life? In this episode I share 25 clues to discover past life memories without hypnosis or meditation.

Past Life Memories

Have you ever felt an odd pull toward a place, a style, or even a moment in history that doesn’t seem to fit into your current life? That tug of curiosity might not be random at all. In fact, it could be a whisper from past life memories.

My own interest in reincarnation started young. In the 4th grade, I wrote a book report on the Egyptian pharaoh Akhenaten. By 6th grade, my fascination had grown. With two girlfriends, we recreated the inside of a pyramid with colored pencils and shirt cardboard from the cleaners.

Those early obsessions weren’t just school projects but clues pointing to experiences my soul already lived. Over time, I’ve seen how these clues show up. They sometimes appear as passions and talents, and other times as aversions or fears. The trick is to notice what stirs something strong inside you.

The Fascination Never Ends

One of the most obvious signs of a past life memory is when you feel drawn to a particular period of history. For me, it’s always been King Arthur’s legends, the drama of Queen Elizabeth I, and the romance of Renaissance Italy.

In fact, the first European country I ever visited was Italy, as if my soul had been calling me back home. Travel is a very common clue. Yet, the clues don’t always show up in such bold ways. Sometimes they hide in the details of everyday life.

Take my home décor, for example. Years ago, I decorated my bedroom with Corinthian columns, which are ornate, decorative columns I picked up from an antique store. They flank either side of my bed with a crosspiece above, holding lights.

Why did I feel the need for this specific architectural style? At the time, I didn’t stop to question it. But later, I recognized it as another subtle nudge from my Italian past life memories.

Lessons from Ancient Egypt

One of the most vivid past-life visions I’ve had took me right back to ancient Egypt, echoing the fascination I’d felt as a child. In this vision, I was a wealthy woman, not royalty but rich enough to live in luxury. I was decked out in fabulous jewelry.

But the attitude of my spirit wasn’t so pretty. That woman I saw myself as was harsh, yelling at servants and cruel. Not exactly a lighthearted soul or my best act.

And here’s where it got interesting. In my very next lifetime, I was back in Egypt again, but this time as a slave, making mud bricks under the punishing sun. It was during the time of Moses, so I eventually found freedom and crossed the Red Sea to wander