Rachid:
Greetings! My name is Rachid and I am an enchanted Moor.
Ever since Lisbon was conquered by Afonso Henriques, the King of Portugal, in 1147, I was trapped by a spell in this castle. I have faith that, someday, someone will free me from this cruel captivity...
In the meantime, I have nothing to do and I am bored to death.
Would you like to know who you were in your past life?
Rachid:
To discover who you were in your past life, I need some information.
You belonged to the hominid group who invented fire. Thanks to you, humanity stopped eating raw meat and a world of possibilities like baked, boiled, fried, roasted or burnt food opened up for all of us. Today's cooks owe a lot to you.
Today, as a reminiscence of that past life, you still feel fascinated each time you gaze at a flame.
You were a Portuguese soldier who, in 1385, fought in the Battle of Aljubarrota. Thanks to your efforts, Portugal guaranteed its independence from the Castilians in a war where the Portuguese troops were at a significant numerical disadvantage.
This victory was achieved thanks to the courage of the Portuguese soldiers and thanks to the Military Tactic of the Square, where your participation was of great relevance.
You were a fish seller who, in 1385, fought in the Battle of Aljubarrota. Through this battle, Portugal guaranteed its independence from the Castilians.
During this confrontation, you anticipated the future chemical war, by throwing rotten dead fishes at the Castilian invaders. People even say that your smelly fishes defeated more Castilian soldiers than the Military Tactic of the Square used by the Portuguese troops during this battle.
In memory of this past life, nowadays, fish meals are still very special to you.
You were a Castilian soldier who, in 1385, fought in the Battle of Aljubarrota, where Portuguese independence from the Castilians was assured.
The Portuguese troops, though they were at significant numerical disadvantage, won this confrontation and the Castilians ran away. However, you didn't give in to panic and bravely hid yourself inside an oven of a bakery. Afterwards, when the Portuguese would be off guard, you were planning to re-launch the attack.
For a couple of hours, everybody was unaware of your presence, but unfortunately your hiding place was eventually discovered by Brites de Almeida who murdered you with her baker's shovel. So, the Castilians where defeated, but you died with your honour intact, defending your cause till your last breath. However, nowadays, the heat from the ovens still causes you great discomfort. Now, you already know why.
You were an inquisitor during the Middle Ages. You dedicated your life to prayer and to the persecution of the heretics.
Though, nowadays, much as been discussed about the injustices committed by the church, back then, you believed that you were doing God's difficult work. You conducted numerous Autos de Fé or Acts of Faith, where many unfortunate people were burned at the stake.
Nowadays, sometimes, you still find yourself judging someone else. Remember that you have already judged and condemned enough, during your past life.
You were a sorceress who was burned at the stake during the obscure times of the Middle Ages. Your magic cured many illnesses and saved many lives, but people didn't thank you for your valuable services. You knew how to summon the rain, how to talk to the dead and how to predict the future. You were rebel and proud. With your death, precious knowledge was forever lost.
You were a wizard who was condemned, by the Inquisition, to burning at the stake. Your potions cured many illnesses, but that wasn't enough to save you from people's ingratitude. Your spell books were destroyed by the inquisitors and the valuable knowledge which was written in them was forever lost. However, you endured the humiliation and the injustice committed upon you proudly. And, though you had everything against you, you still managed to intimidate your executioners with your courage.
You were an astronomer who was trialled and murdered by the Inquisition for your groundbreaking theories about the Universe. You were a scientist, a disciple of reason. Unfortunately, reason wasn't enough to illuminate the obscure and ignorant spirit of your executioners.
You were the first sailor to round the Cape of Good Hope, in the XV century, together with Bartolemeu Dias. You were one the few brave men who Bartolemeu Dias, the captain of the armada, trusted.
You were a sailor in the crew that discovered the sea route around Africa to reach India. Vasco da Gama was the captain of the fleet and you were is right arm. As a reminiscence of that life, the sea still appeals to you in a very special manner.
You were a Tágide. You lived in the XVI century and you inhabited the River Tejo, in Portugal. You had curly green hair, pearly white skin and you liked to play hide and seek with the fishes and to exchange make-up tips with the squids.
You whispered to Luís de Camões's ear the inspiration for many of his most beautiful poems.
Tágides are by nature reserved creatures, and they don't like to show themselves to humans. However, they make an exception to all the poets who, at the banks of the River Tejo, call upon the blessing of their inspiration.
You were a mermaid and you lived in the XVI century. You helped the Portuguese poet Luís Vaz de Camões to survive shipwreck, near the river Mecom. Thanks to you, he managed to reach the shore with the Lusíadas, held aloft the water in his hand, intact. Had you not been there, the world would have never got to know this epic poem.
You were a stunningly beautiful mermaid and your melodious voice was no match for the best opera singer.
You could have pursued a successful career as a singer, but unfortunately you preferred to play tricks on the sailors, attracting them to cliffs where their ships were crushed against the sharp edges of the rocks and torn in a thousand pieces. After the vessel was destroyed, you seized the unfortunate fellows in your deadly embrace, and after their last breath, you cooked them for you supper.
The other mermaid friends of your gang were no better than you. You almost managed to catch poor Ulisses. But Ulisses knew better, and he protected his crews' ears with wax. Otherwise, they would not have escaped your songs' seduction trap.
Against all odds, your mother was a good soul. She defended you from all accusations and blamed your bad company for you misbehaviour. She never gave up on you and always tried to pull you to the righteous path, but sadly you were really a bad seed.
You were a warrior who belonged to Viriato's tribe. Viriato was the leader of the Lusitanian. Together with him, you fought against the oppression of the Roman Empire in the Iberian Peninsula.
You were a vampire who lived in the Middle Ages. The peasants who inhabited your feud didn't know you liked human blood, though they sometimes were puzzled at one of them strangely missing away.
Throughout you life, you had twenty wives. When the marriage's love sparkle disappeared who just gave them the final bite and moved on to the next one. You were also a tyrant and you oppressed your population with heavy taxes and horrible punishments.
You life was paradise, for you, and hell, for others, till your subjects discovered you were a vampire. Together, they put in action a secret plan to cause your downfall.
One day, your servants served you a tasty red juice, which you thought was human blood. The red juice was really chicken's blood with garlic essence. Vampires are allergic to garlic, and so you died consumed by atrocious pains.
You were an artist and you lived about twenty thousand years ago in Foz Côa.
While the majority of your tribe only cared about food, you had wider horizons, beyond mere basic needs. You spent most of your time painting and carving beautiful pictures on the rocks.
Your companions looked upon you with despise. They couldn't understand your superior motivations. However, many years latter, history would recognize your true value. Today, people come from all over the world to admire your work in Foz Côa, which is a Portuguese town.
You belonged to a nomad Asian tribe. Your people were responsible for the invention of the wheel.
If your tribe hadn't been illuminated by this brilliant idea, today, we would still have to walk everywhere. There would be no cars, no buses, no motorcycles, no bicycles, no skates, no roller-skates and no carts.
You lived in Paris, in the XIX century, and you were a beautiful ballerina.
You were one of the most sought after artists in the Moulin Rouge. All men who saw you dancing on the stage immediately fell in love. They would fight to death for your favour and they tried to seduce with flowers, emeralds and diamonds.
Your life was a never ending party, but after a certain age you became tired of the stage's lights and so you decided to put away your plumes and all your sparkling clothes.
Then, resorting to your savings, you opened an elegant café. This café was an instant success. Every night it was crowded with the most famous poets, actors and singers, who discussed cheerfully.
Latter, you ended up marring a powerful politician. You had a happy marriage and many children. You died, surrounded by your grandsons and granddaughters, when you were already a very old and wrinkled lady.
You were a belly dancer in the kingdom of a powerful sultan. Your fans came from every corner of the world to marvel at your sinuous movements.
The sultan tried, for several times, to seduce you with a marriage proposal, but you opted for your career.
You also founded a belly dance school where you taught your art to next generation.
You were a pirate and you sailed the seven seas looking for unfortunate victims. You captured numerous vessels.
You got into every sort of problem and, by the end of your life, you lacked many body parts: your hand was replaced by a hook; you used and wooden leg; and you had a glass eyeball.
What you missed in body parts, you compensated in wealth. You accumulated several trunks filled with gold and jewels.
Search you memory! Can you still remember where you buried one of those trunks?
You were an Amazon. You fought hundreds of battles against powerful enemies and your body was covered with scars, but you never bowed down before any man and you accumulated a vast and rich spoil.
Your children, grand-children, and grand-grand-children spent their whole lives having fun, living on the fortune you conquered.
You were a Diplodocus and lived in the Jurassic.
There's not much to say about you. You were a nice creature and spent all your time herding with your fellow Diplodocus and grazing grass.
You were an Archaeopteryx. Your ability to fly was the envy of many of the other dinosaurs. That didn't bother you a bit. From the heights of your pride, you looked at them disdainfully and you called them "poor crawling creatures".
You were a female Lourinhanosaurus and you lived during the Late Jurassic Period.
One day, a disaster made you miserable. You had laid more than one hundred eggs, but after several days, none of them hatched! You tried to encourage the eggs! You whispered kind words to them! You tried to move them to a sunnier area! You even shook them gently with the tip of your nose. Nothing worked! You waited and waited, but the eggs were doomed and time forced you to leave them and move on.
Many years later, your eggs were found by archaeologists and now visitors can admire them in the Lourinhã Museum, in Portugal. I strongly advise you to visit this museum. Perhaps you might remember some of your past life as a dinosaur.
You were one the first life forms in the primordial soup. You were green and jelly, and that's just about it.
You were an Indian wizard who lived in the American steppes. You could summon the rain, the snow, a sunny day, a thunder storm or a hurricane. You also conducted weddings. You were greatly respected among your peers.
You were a prince who was turned into a frog by an evil wizard.
One day, a beautiful princess found you at the edge of a mud pool. She took you home, fried you and ate you for her supper.
You were a prince who was turned into a frog by an evil wizard. Then, you were exiled from the kingdom due to your amphibian condition and forced to live in a mud pool. There, you met a beautiful frog princess. You married the frog princess and you lived happily ever after.
You were a prince. You lived in a peaceful and harmonious kingdom.
One day, a jealous wizard tried to usurp your kingdom and turned you into a frog. He was planning to have you fried with tomato sauce for dinner, but you managed to escape your cage and you ran away to the forest.
For hours you wandered aimlessly until, finally, you met a young peasant who heard your desperate call. Delighted at your flashy yellow spotted green colour, she decided to take you home, as her pet. She tried to feed you with flies, that she captured herself, but you refused this disgusting food.
As time went by, you grew thinner. Finally, the peasant, touched by your sad look gave you a kiss. This kiss broke the spell and you were turned again into a human, though a green sparkle remained in your eyes, as a reminiscence of your previous amphibian condition.
Together, you and the peasant managed to persuade the people to make elections. After the elections, you were elected for President and the peasant became the Prime-minister.
The evil wizard lost the elections, but has he had already been time enough on power he managed to retire earlier. Then, he took refuge in his lab and never talked to anyone again.
You were a peasant and you lived in a peaceful and serene kingdom.
One day, you found, by the edge of a mud pool, a flashy green yellow spotted frog, which would certainly impress your friends. So, you decided to take the frog home as your pet. You tried to feed your new friend with flies and worms, but the frog refused this sort of nourishment.
As the frog grew thinner, you grew more and more concerned. Finally, you decided to call the veterinary. The veterinary listened to the frog's heart through the stethoscope and consulted all his books, but he couldn't find out which illness afflicted the unfortunate creature.
When the frog was at its last breath, you decided to kiss it goodbye. When your lips touched the frog's jelly skin, it turned into a beautiful prince, amidst a star cloud.
The prince told you all about his unfortunate story. He had fallen victim to a coup d'état. An evil wizard had reduced him to an amphibian condition and had usurped his palace, his car, his cell phone, his bank account and his kingdom.
You decided to put and end to this unfair situation. Thus, you reunited with your fellow peasants, from whom you were the union leader. Then, together, you plotted to overthrow the evil wizard. Finally, you and the rest of the peasants, armed with pitchforks, marched against the castle.
The wizard soon realised that his magic wasn't enough to save him from such a massive rebellious crowd, so he transferred all his money to an offshore account and he ran away to a paradise island in the Pacific Ocean where he lived the rest of his days idly.
As for you, you married the prince. Thanks to an intelligent economic politic and to a careful control of the deficit, after a couple of years, you managed to restore the kingdom to its former prosperity and you all lived happily ever after.
You were a wizard's cat. You had grey silky fur. You had a reputation of being an excellent huntress and you were the terror of all the rats.
During your free time, you liked sharpening your claws on the spell books' covers. You were also fond of knocking down the test pipes on the laboratory benches.
After many years of a happy and fulfilled existence you died, leaving behind a successful progeny of thirty nine kittens.
You were a wizard's Persian cat. You had white fur and emerald eyes. Your majestic beauty was praised by all.
After several years of diligent training you managed to reduce your human to complete obedience. When one of your whims wasn't promptly satisfied, you scratched every spell book cover and knocked down all test tubes.
As years went by, you lost some of your elegance because you vacuumed all sweets, cakes and junk food that you could get your teeth on. One day, you ended dying of indigestion.
You were a dragon and you lived in the Middle Ages. You hunted and devoured deer, damsels and the knights who tried to save them. You burnt down whole villages with your fire breath.
You were a poetess and you lived in Silves, when this city was still the light of the Arab civilization in the Iberian Peninsula. You belonged to the literary group of the poetess Assilbia.
Desolated by the destruction that the Christian conquers inflicted on her beloved city, Assilbia left these words:
"Silves, oh my Silves, you were once a paradise but tyrants turned you into hell's fire. They were unfair, for they did not fear punishment from the Lord, but nothing can be hidden from Allah."
I strongly recommend you to visit this splendid city, which is now a Portuguese territory. The reminiscences of your past life will surely rise to the surface of your memory.
You were a warrior in the troops of the Arab general Tariq.
Back in 711, Tariq landed at Calpe, where he prepared his armies for conquering the Iberian Peninsula. The name Tariq was forever linked to the Calpe, that since them is called Gibraltar which means "Mountain of Tariq".
Thanks to your courage and strength, Tariq conquered many cities. You became a respected soldier and in reward for your war services, you were given twenty estates, each one of them with a virgin Christian noble woman included.
You lived for long, happily, but you died a poor man because your numerous children spent all the fortune you had accumulated during the war.
You lived in the prehistory and you were a dolmens' architect.
Every time someone needed to build a new dolmen, your services were requested.
Your dolmens stood out as the most artistic. Unfortunately, most of your work was lost due the passage of time.
You were a spice merchant and you lived during the Portuguese Age of Discovery.
At sea, you faced horrible storms and your products were sacked for several times. Once, you even sighted the great giant Adamastor, by the Cape of Good Hope who, in an access of anger, was attacking the poor passing by vessels.
However, your adventures ended up being a great success. You died a very old and rich man. The stories of your voyages always delighted your grandchildren.
You were a Moor Queen and you lived in the Iberian Peninsula, back in the time when the Arabs still owned this territory. You were rich, beautiful and you lived idly.
For fun, you would have your soldiers kidnap young handsome Christians among the servants. Then you forced your prisoner to play love games with you, till the day you got tired of him. After that, you would throw the unfortunate lover into the castle's dungeon, where he would fall victim of diseases of the rat bites.
You were best friends with D. Chama, a Moor Princess who lived in Portugal, near the city of Mirandela. It was heard through the grapevine that D. Chama was as perverse as you.
You were a young Christian servant and you lived in the Iberian Peninsula, back in the time when this territory was still under Arab control. You worked for D. Chama, a Moor princess who inhabited a castle near the city of Mirandela, which is nowadays a Portuguese town.
One day, D. Chama asked you to be her husband. It was your lucky day! The princess was beautiful, young, rich and powerful, so you accepted.
Your romance was intense, but short lived. D. Chama soon got tired of you and, then she began looking around for other Christian servants. Shortly, she announced that you had to leave the castle and go back to your previous hard life as a farmer.
You refused! You intended to keep half of the castle and still be granted a wealthy monthly pension. You defended that, after having got used to a life of luxury, going back to agriculture was an unbearable psychological trauma.
You called a lawyer to defend your rights. Unfortunately for you, D. Chama called the executioner. The executioner's axe defeated the lawyer's arguments and you were beheaded.
You were a priest of the god Endovellicus, who was a divinity worshipped in the Iberian Peninsula, before and during the Roman invasion of this territory.
As a priest, you interpreted the messages that Endovellicus sent to mortals through the believers' dreams.
I strongly suggest you to visit São Miguel da Mota, in Portugal, where a temple was built to honour Endovellicus. Surely, the reminiscences of your previous life will rise to the surface of your memory.
You were an important Roman general and you accompanied Julius Cesar in all is military campaigns. You role was of extreme relevance during the submission of the Gallic brave chief Vercingetorix.
When you became older and the strength of your arm failed you, you exchanged the military life for a successful political career as a senator.
You were a seer and you accompanied Julius Caesar in several of his military campaigns, indicating him the best times to launch an attack.
Grateful for your services, Caesar gave you a beautiful house and thirty slaves to serve you. Unfortunately, you weren't able to predict Caesar's death, who was murdered by traitors, at the Senate. After this tragedy, you lost you reputation and Queen Cleopatra, the wife of the deceased statesman, started looking upon you as an imposter. So, she fired you and deprived you of all you privileges.
For years, you just wandered around aimlessly. Then, you began building a new career as a fortune teller, working at the fairs. You ended up becoming popular and you finally managed to regain your comfortable life.
You were a doctor and you served Catherine The Great, the empress of Russia.
This sovereign had a big crush on you, and even intended to share the throne with you. But you had already married to medicine, and your patients filled all you life. So, you declined the empress's proposal.
Nevertheless, Catherine never forgot you and you always had a special place inside her heart.
If, during this present life, you intend to sacrifice yourself again, remember that you have already given up on love during a previous life. Now, is the time for you to be fully happy!
You were a Pythagoras's disciple. You helped your master discover the famous Pythagoras's Theorem.
Today, thanks to your past life, you feel fascinated by geometry, in general, and by triangles, in particular.
Among the triangles, right-angled triangles are your favourites.
You were a gladiator and you fought in the Roman arenas against other warriors and against beasts.
One day, you fell in love with a beautiful Vestal Virgin, and you decided to risk everything to give up your cruel and dangerous life as gladiator.
You and your beloved managed to run away to a remote place, where nobody knew you and you lived happily ever after.
You were a Vestal Virgin, in Ancient Rome, and you maintained the sacred fire of the Goddess Vesta.
You dedication granted you the Goddess's favour, who sent you many important revelations through your dreams.
Through these revelations, you became a central figure in Roman political life.
You were a Pythia and you lived in Ancient Greece. You were famous for you ability to predict the future.
You were consulted by all sorts of people. Politicians, generals and even simple slaves, they all supplicated for your prophecies. You denied none the benefit of your talents.
However you always lived a poor and humble life, because you didn't charge for your help.
You lived in the XVI century, in Prague. You were an alchemist and you mastered the secret of gold making. Many of the golden decorations in churches and palaces were produced in your laboratory's dark seclusion.
One day, a powerful monarch ordered you three tons of gold coins. It was the biggest order of your life and you worked day and night to satisfy this important client. Unfortunately, you didn't take into account the greed of this unscrupulous king.
After you delivered him the three tons of gold coins, his royal highness murdered you. The king was afraid that you might produce more gold, thus disvaluing the gold he had just acquired. After all, if gold became as common as beans, then people would stop wanting it.
The cruel monarch didn't just kill you. He also killed all the other alchemists who worked with you at the Gold Alley in Prague.
Search your memory well. Perhaps you might still remember the secret to produce gold, but beware, for this secret has already caused much trouble in your past life! Some things are better left forgotten...
You were an alchemist and you lived in the XVI century, in Prague, at the Gold Alley.
You knew how to produce the elixir of life and you lived for years and years, without aging a single day.
You also knew how to make gold and so you didn't need to work a lot. During a single night, you were capable of turning a chest full of lead in a chest full of gold. Afterwards, you just had to sell the product of your work and enjoy life's pleasures.
You thought you would live forever. You would be eternal, like God. Unfortunately, you weren't as smart in drug making as you were in gold making. You knew how to avoid wrinkles, but you didn't know how to cure the bubonic plague that stole your life.
So, remember, looking young isn't everything. It's far more important to stay healthy. Keep that in mind, during your current life.
You were a monarch and you lived in the XVI century. One day, you decided to increase you kingdom's riches and so you ordered three tons of gold from the alchemists.
After you received your treasure, you invited these qualified professionals to a fabulous banquet at you palace. Your guests ate and drank till daylight.
While the alchemists where still inside your palace, curing their hangover, you seized the opportunity to murder them all. Your gold reserves where, by now, the biggest ones in Europe and as all the alchemists had been executed, no king would be able to become richer than you. You would be the wealthier king in the world and all the other kings would have to obey you.
Unfortunately, you fortune didn't last for long. Knowing the treasure that you kept in your palace's basement, the other monarchs, blinded by greed, attacked your country's frontiers, tore down your castle's walls, robbed your precious gold, threw you into a dungeon and, finally, ended up stealing even your own life.
You were stripped of everything and on your last breath you cursed the gold metal who had caused your ruin.
You were a countess and you lived in the XIX century, in Hungary. You were one of Princess Sissi's best friends.
When Princess Sissi's son committed suicide, you were by her side, helping her to face this sad tragedy.
However, you also accompanied Sissi in many moments of happiness. You both liked horse riding, you both followed a healthy diet and you both practised physical exercise, in order to keep fit. You both also shared an intense passion for poetry.
You lived in the XVIII century, in Austria and you were a duchess. You owned vast properties and luxurious palaces.
In your free time, you were a frequent visitor of the Schönbrunn Palace, in Vienna, where you stitched Petit Point with the Empress Maria Theresa and with the other court ladies.
While you worked with the needle, creating beautiful floral patterns, you discussed important reforms with the Empress, from whom you became an important political ally.
You were one of Medusa's daughters. Like your mother, you had snakes for hair. You and your mother lived peacefully in a cave, and you disturbed no one.
Unfortunately, humans didn't accept your snaky difference, and Perseus, a Greek foolish boy from the Ancient Times, cruelly murdered poor Medusa. You witnessed this barbaric massacre, powerless, for you were still too young to stop Perseus's criminal hand. You grew up, thirsty for vengeance, hating Perseus, in particular, and the whole human race, in general. You hate was so immense that, with a mere look, you could turn a man into stone.
Many years later, you got your revenge. You infiltrated inside Perseus's palace, who by this time was an old man. Perseus was sleeping, and with a single bite of your snake hair you sent him directly to the other world.
You hoped that Perseus's death would bring peace to your heart, but that didn't happen. You still felt has empty as before. So, you traveled to Delphi and consulted a Pythia, who revealed to you that you could only be at peace when you reconciled with the human race. But that was impossible! How could you ever come to accept such demoniac creatures?
You lived for many centuries, always tormented by the emptiness inside your heart, and you watched many historical events, always with a scornful look upon all humans. In the meantime, you aged, and the wrinkles covered your once soft white skin. Only the snakes in your head kept their vitality.
One day, consumed by old age and by numerous illnesses, you collapsed by the edge of a road. A group of women approached you. At first, you wanted to repel them, but something stopped you.
These women were nuns and they took you to their convent. They took care of you until your last breath, without ever caring about you different hairstyle. You saw kindness in the sisters' eyes and, finally, you were able to reconcile with the human race, just like the Pythia had prophesied, so many years ago. So, after a long existence filled with anguish, you could, at last, close your eyes in peace.
When you died, the serpents on your head turned to gold. The nuns took you for an angel, sent directly by God. They prayed for you and they invested your gold hair in helping the poor.
You lived around 2500 BC, in Egypt, in the time of the great pharaoh Cheops. You were a foreman and your work consisted in motivating the workers to build the pyramid which would become the pharaoh's tomb.
Under the cruel African Sun, the workers had to drag huge stone blocks, which were then piled one on top of the other in order to construct the pyramid. It was fastidious and unpleasant work. So, even though the devotion to the divine pharaoh was big, sometimes, the motivation was scarce. When the motivation was on a low level, you and your whip, entered in action. You were implacable and persuasive. Under the slash of your motivational tool, everyone forgot their fatigue.
While you operated the whip, you kept a vigilant eye on the horizon, always looking for a sign that denunciated the arrival of the great leader, the pharaoh. When you sighted him, riding his golden carriage, you doubled your whip's work, to show off your earnest zeal.
This zeal paid off. The pharaoh held you in high account because your workers were the most productive ones. When he visited the construction site, Cheops used to say "If our foreman were all like that one, then this pyramid would only take fifteen years to build, in stead of thirty years".
Event though the pharaoh's preference, the population didn't look upon up you with good eyes. Many of the workers collapsed, exhausted, under your unmerciful whip. You also suffered some revenge. For several times, when you returned home, you found insults written on the walls of your house. Sometimes, when were walking along a desert alley, someone would throw horse manure at you. Nevertheless, for you, those were mere trifles. You were the pharaoh's loyal servant and you would carry out his wishes, even if you had to be cruel towards the little people.
On the time of his death, the pharaoh kindly remembered you. Cheops and you were then such good friends that the pharaoh couldn't conceive to be parted from you. After all, who would superintend the construction of his palaces in the after life? Was the great pharaoh to live in a shack? He couldn't, obviously, do without you! So, the pharaoh decided to take you with him, when he met the god Anubis. It was an honour from which you would have happily abdicated, but you didn't dare to refuse. You died locked inside the great pyramid.
You wife and your children weren't granted the privilege to die next to the pharaoh. They lived comfortably for many years, thanks to the product of your work.
During your present life, remember not to pay excessive obedience to your boss. You have already sacrificed a past life to someone else's desires. This time, think of your own desires first.
You were an Egyptian princess. Your father was a powerful pharaoh. You life was luxurious and happy, but brief. You died when you were only twelve years old.
Your parents, consumed by grief, built for you a magnificent tomb. They hired the most skilful artists to paint your portrait on the sepulchre's walls. Around the portrait, the artists engraved a pictures album of your short life. They drew you running through the flowers, singing, playing hide and seek with your friends and playing flute.
Your parents believed that your soul would return to visit the tomb, so they left your favourite toys, a bed for you to rest, pretty dress and even your preferred sweets there.
Later, you parents had other children, but you remained forever in their memory as a much loved and irreplaceable daughter.
You lived in the ancient Babylon, in the time of the King Hammurabi, about 1700 BC. You were one of this king's trusted counsellors and you helped him in creating the first legal code in the world, The Code of Hammurabi.
This code was engraved in stone and was placed in a public place, so that all the subjects knew the offences and their respective punishments. This was a major breakthrough in human civilization because, for the first time, decisions no longer rested in a ruler's discretionary decisions. Henceforth, there would be rules, and people paid obedience to those rules and not to another human being.
Have you ever tried to read today's law codes? Certainly, the reminiscences of your past life will rise to the surface of your memory.
You lived in the ancient Babylon. You were a priest and you dedicated you life to the study of the celestial bodies.
From the top of the ziggurats, you contemplated the skies with infinite devotion. The believers came to you and they asked you to read their future in the stars. To thank you, they presented you with generous offers.
Even the king trusted blindly in your prophecies and, before he took any important decision, he would always consult you first.
You lived in Ancient Greece and you were a bard. You were invited to all the important parties, where people marvelled at your melodious voice accompanied by the sound of the lyre. You sang passionate stories about heroes, gods and wars.
Your voice was so captivating that you were able to stop several battles between Athens and Sparta. When the warriors started to attack, you played some notes on your lyre and everyone put down their weapons to listen to you. While the music lasted, they all forgot their hate.
On the other hand, you were also the cause of many battles, because you had a numerous female fan club. Some men, consumed by jealousy, would persecute you, but you rarely got into trouble, as you argued that you were a lover, not a fighter.
You were a soldier and you accompanied Alexander the Great in his numerous conquests in Asia Minor.
After many fights, Alexander became the lord of all the Persian Empire. Ambitious, he still wanted to submit India, but you, and many other soldiers, were sick of the war. You all wanted to go back home to your families, so you refused to go on.
Alexander went crazy at his troops' refusal. He shouted, he threatened and finally he decided to sulk, alone in his tent. After a couple of days, he got tired of being alone in the tent and he proclaimed that he would continue his conquests alone. His army was a mere bunch of cowards and they were good for nothing. Alexander even stepped a few meters away, but as no one followed him, he was forced to give up. The Greek warriors were loyal to Alexander, but they were just too homesick to obey.
Thus, you returned to Greece, to your wife and children and you lived peacefully for the rest of your life.
You were a young ambitious Greek soldier. Greece was too small for you, so you decided to set out to explore new horizons, know other people and experience a thousand dangers. You soon identified with Alexander, a young king as restless as you.
This Alexander wasn't just some mere Alexander. He wanted to become a Great Alexander, so he decided to launch an attack on the mighty Persian Empire. When Alexander proclaimed his plans, you were overcome with joy. Finally, the great adventure you dreamed of had become real, thus you left your house, ready to fight for your king.
Your strength and courage were indispensable to Alexander, during the battles. You were constantly risking your life on the front line, and you never retreated, no matter how dangerous the enemies were. Alexander soon noticed you, and you both became good friends, fighting side by side against the adversaries.
The Persian Empire submitted to Alexander, but the ambitious king wanted more. Now, he was looking towards India, but his army was sick of the war and refused to go on. Alexander and you both became mad at this refusal for you both longed for more adventures. However, you were forced to give in to the other soldiers' ardent wish to return home.
Alexander then sent part of his troops back to their families. As for him, he travelled to Babylon, where he settled and established his court. You also stayed in Babylon, helping your king to manage his vast empire. Then, one day, you set your eyes on a beautiful Persian girl and you forgot all about wars and conquests. Alexander held you in high esteem, so he offered you a wealthy dowry and a lavish palace for you and your wife to live in.
You ended up dying at a young age. The numerous battles you fought charged their price on your health. During a more rigorous winter, you were defeated by flu.
You were a young Greek boy, the youngest of five brothers. You brothers were always picking on you and made your life hell. As if that wasn't enough, your family was poor. When you set out for a walk, nobody cared to look at you twice or even bothered to say hello. You were so insignificant, that sometimes people even stepped on you!
Determined to fight your misfortune, one day, you packed your bag and you travelled to Olympia, where you started training to become an athlete. You favourite sport was discus throwing. In your imagination, you saw the projectile crushing on the head of all the people who had despised and humiliated you.
You ended up winning the olive branch and you returned home with an improved status. Now you were an Olympic hero! Sculptors created statues to honour you and the poets celebrated your victories with poems. The former insignificant boy was now the city's dearest son.
I strongly advise you to visit Greece. Among the ancient statues that were saved from the ruins, perhaps you may still find one that represents your past life.
You were a young skinny Greek boy. Everyone made fun of you and of your acne. One day, you got sick of all this lack of respect, so you packed your bag and you travelled to Olympia where you initiated your career as an athlete. Your heart was filled with anger, so your favourite sport was boxing.
After many hours of intense and disciplined training, the skinny boy gave place to a strong man who would be capable of throwing his fist at the most dangerous adversary.
You ended up winning the olive branch and the first place on the podium. Then, you returned to your home town, where you were received as a hero. The sculptors carved statues to depict your victories and the bards sang poems in your honour.
I strongly advise you to visit Greece. Among the ancient statues that were saved from the ruins, perhaps you may still find one that represents your past life.
You were a Lourinhanosaurus. One day, you and you wife thought you were living the happiest day of your lives. You nest was full with more than one hundred beautiful eggs.
You were a caring and loving father, and you watched your eggs day and night. However, as the days passed by, you begun feeling concerned. The eggs should already have hatched!
Worried, you tried to encourage the eggs. You whispered kind words to them. You moved them to a sunnier area. You touched them gently with the tip of your nose in a desperate attempt to wake them.
The Doctor Lourinhanosaurus was called several times, but he could never discover which illness these eggs were suffering from. He prescribed vitamins, but there were no changes.
Doctor Lourinhanosaurus finally stated that there was no hope. The eggs were doomed. You still stayed next to your unborn children for several months, but finally you were forced to face the truth and move on with your life.
Many years later, your eggs were found by archaeologists and now visitors can admire them in the Lourinhã Museum, in Portugal. We suggest you visit this museum. Surely, you will remember your past as a dinosaur.
You lived in the XV century and you were a French peasant girl. You were one of the best friends of another peasant girl. France owes a lot to this peasant girl. If it wasn't for this girl, perhaps France wouldn't event exist. The girl's name is Joan of Arc.
When she was thirteen years old, Joan started hearing celestial voices. France was then being attacked by the English, who wanted to take over all the country. But the Saints warned Joan that this was wrong and urged her to fight the invaders.
So, Joan dressed in armour and leaded an army against the foreign troops. You believed that your friend was the Maid of Orleans, sent by God to free the French, so you grabbed a sword and followed her to war. During the battles, you saved Joan from many of the enemy blows. Unfortunately, you weren't able to save her from being captured, near Paris, by the adversary.
The English then took poor Joan to an ecclesiastical court where she was condemned for sorcery, heresy, and for wearing men's clothes. She was burned at the stake when she was only nineteen years old.
You grieved Joan's death and cried for days. It was little comfort that, twenty five years later, the church retried her case and finally declared her innocent. In 1920 she would be canonized by the church and became a saint.
You lived in the XV century and you were a peasant French boy. You had a crush on a girl next door, who was also a peasant. France owes a lot to this peasant girl. If it wasn't for this girl, perhaps France wouldn't event exist. The girl's name is Joan of Arc.
When she was thirteen years old, Joan started hearing celestial voices. France was then being attacked by the English, who wanted to take over all the country. But the Saints warned Joan that this was wrong and urged her to fight the invaders.
So, Joan dressed in armour and leaded an army against the foreign troops. You believed that Joan was the Maid of Orleans, sent by God to free the French, and so you decided that the best way to prove you love was to grab a sword and follow her to war. During the battles, you saved Joan from many of the enemy blows. Unfortunately, you weren't able to save her from being captured, near Paris, by the adversary.
The English then took poor Joan to an ecclesiastical court where she was condemned for sorcery, heresy, and for wearing men's clothes. She was burned at the stake when she was only nineteen years old.
You grieved Joan's death and cried for days. It was little comfort that, twenty five years later, the church retried her case and finally declared her innocent. In 1920 she would be canonized by the church and became a saint.
You lived in the XV century and you were a French peasant. By that time, your country was being attacked by the English. You were demoralized. The English were just too strong and you saw no solution but to surrender and obey the foreign troops.
Then, a little girl, who lived next to you, came up with a different idea. Her name was Joan of Arc and she claimed that God was on the French side. The English would be defeated and cast away.
At first you didn't believe a word. You thought it was a mere child's fantasy. But the little girl kept to her point, and she was so determined that, as time went by, more and more people started believing her. Even the future King of France, Charles VII, believed in her. With time, you believed her too. So, you grabbed a sword and followed Joan to war.
During the battles, you protected Joan from many of the enemy blows. Unfortunately, you weren't able to save her from being captured, near Paris, by the adversary.
The English then took her to an ecclesiastical court where she was condemned for sorcery, heresy, and for wearing men's clothes. She was burned at the stake when she was only nineteen years old.
You grieved Joan's death and cried for days. It was little comfort that, twenty five years later, the church retried her case and finally declared her innocent. In 1920 she would be canonized by the church and became a saint.
You were a Roman slave. Your masters were very cruel to you. They would whip your back or starve you almost to death at every pretext. You had absolutely no control over your life, and the only thing that filled your heart was the hate against the Romans.
Then, one day, another slave, Spartacus, escaped his owners and started leading all the slaves to freedom. You decided to run away too, even though that meant risking your life, in case you were caught. You joined Spartacus at the crater of the volcano Vesuvius. Finally, you were free!
Unfortunately, later on, the Roman troops crushed the rebellion and the slaves paid a high price for their freedom. Many of them were crucified.
You were also about to be killed, but the Roman guard who was watching you let you escape to the nearby forest. You then travelled to a far away city where no one knew you were a slave and you lived the rest of your days peacefully as a free man.
You still grieved the other slaves death for long, but you heart was no longer filled with blind hate. You understood that many Romans, such as the one who had helped you, also opposed slavery. They just didn't have enough power to end it.
You lived in the XIV century, in Poland, and you were one of the ladies-in-waiting of King Jadwiga. Jadwiga was a beautiful woman, but she was crowned as King to assert that she had as much powers as any male monarch. Jadwiga was a competent ruler and was forever remembered as a Queen who loved her country.
You lived in the Middle Ages. Your parents were humble and honest people. They served as vassals in the castle of a powerful noble man.
You could have been a vassal too, but you aimed for more than a mere peaceful life as a farmer. So, when you were seven years old, you left your parents' home and you went to another castle, where you became a page.
The lady of the castle taught you manners and the refinement of poetry. By the time you were fifteen years old, you were acquainted with the art of war, having the lady's husband, a brave knight, as your tutor.
Finally, you learned enough to become a knight. Then, you set out looking for adventures. You heard that, in a far away kingdom, a damsel in distress was kept captive by a dragon and you promptly decided to go to her rescue.
When you reached this far away kingdom, the damsel had already domesticated the dragon, which was now her devoted pet.
As soon as the dragon sighted you, it almost fried you with its fire breath. But the damsel came to your aid and saved you. You them married the beautiful damsel and you lived happily ever after.
You were a pious nun and you lived in the Middle Ages. You came to the convent because, after an unfortunate love, you felt the call of God. You spent your days praying to the Lord.
One day, a strange fever assaulted a nearby village. Everyone was afraid to go there and the sick people were left on their own. Touched by those poor people's suffering, you left the convent to take care of them. The day after your arrival, everyone was cured. People believed that you performed a miracle, and henceforth looked upon you as a saint.
The truth was you had found, in your convent's library, an old book that described how to cure many diseases. Based on this book, you prepared an herb infusion that healed the fever.
You were a pious monk and you lived in the Middle Ages. You came to the convent because, after an unfortunate love, you felt the call of God. You spent your days praying to the Lord.
One day, a strange fever assaulted a nearby village. Everyone was afraid to go there and the sick people were left on their own. Touched by those poor people's suffering, you left the monastery to take care of them. The day after your arrival, everyone was cured. People believed that you performed a miracle, and henceforth looked upon you as a saint.
The truth was you had found, in your monastery's library, an old book that described how to cure many diseases. Based on this book, you prepared an herb infusion that healed the fever.
You were a carpenter, you lived in the Netherlands, in the XVII century, and you built ships in a shipyard. You were a competent professional and the ships that came out of your hands would never sink.
One day, a young man arrived at your shipyard. He wanted to be initiated in the difficult art of ship building. This apprentice turned out to be the best student you had ever had in your career. He listened to all your words attentively and you never, ever, caught him snoozing.
Unfortunately, later on, this apprentice said he had to leave the shipyard. Urgent businesses required his presence in a far away country. You were sorry, because you would certainly profit a lot from this dedicated worker, but you were forced to accept his departure.
Months later, for your immense surprise, you sighted, passing by the shore, a Russian vessel which was just like the ones you built at your shipyard. How could this be?! You had never had a Russian client! Fearful that your memory was betraying you, you consulted your records, only to confirm that no Russian client had ever bought a ship from you.
Eventually, you found out that your former apprentice was the Russian Tsar Peter the Great, who had employed himself as an anonymous worker in your shipyard. Thanks to you, Peter took precious knowledge back home, where he built a sheep fleet that was the envy of all Europe.
You were a carpenter, you lived in England, in the XVII century, and you built ships in a shipyard. You were a competent professional and the ships that came out of your hands would never sink.
One day, a young man arrived at your shipyard. He wanted to be initiated in the difficult art of ship building. This apprentice turned out to be the best student you had ever had in your career. He listened to all your words attentively and you never, ever, caught him snoozing.
Unfortunately, later on, this apprentice said he had to leave the shipyard. Urgent businesses required his presence in a far away country. You were sorry, because you would certainly profit a lot from this dedicated worker, but you were forced to accept his departure.
Months later, for your immense surprise, you sighted, passing by the shore, a Russian vessel which was just like the ones you built at your shipyard. How could this be?! You had never had a Russian client! Fearful that your memory was betraying you, you consulted your records, only to confirm that no Russian client had ever bought a ship from you.
Eventually, you found out that your former apprentice was the Russian Tsar Peter the Great, who had employed himself as an anonymous worker in your shipyard. Thanks to you, Peter took precious knowledge back home, where he built a sheep fleet that was the envy of all Europe.
You were a French soldier and you fought side by side with Napoleon Bonaparte during his conquests in Russia.
After having conquered the larger part of Europe, Napoleon was now fighting to submit Russia, but he ended up being defeated by this region's gelid climate and was forced to retreat.
Unfortunately, you weren't able to accompany your leader in the return. You died for the glory of France, frozen under several layers of snow.
In your present life, you like warm sunny beaches. Now you already know why. You had already far enough business with snow in a past life.
You were a French soldier and you fought side by side with Napoleon Bonaparte during his conquests in Russia.
After having conquered the larger part of Europe, Napoleon was now fighting to submit Russia, but he ended up being defeated by this region's gelid climate and was forced to retreat.
You were one of the few soldiers who managed to escape alive. The vast majority of the troops died frozen, for the glory of France, under several layers of snow.
Back at home, and sick of war, you entered a convent where you lived the rest of your life peacefully.
You were a French soldier and you fought side by side with Napoleon Bonaparte during his conquests in Russia.
After having conquered the larger part of Europe, Napoleon was now fighting to submit Russia, but he ended up being defeated by this region's gelid climate and was forced to retreat.
You were one of the few soldiers who managed to escape alive. The vast majority of the troops died frozen, for the glory of France, under several layers of snow.
Back at home, and sick of war, you bought a small property in an isolated village, and you dedicated the rest of your life to agriculture and poetry.
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