An anonymous Romanian peasant farmer who died at age 48 from overwork and malnutrition. Isn't it funny how every* average schmuck today seems to be the reincarnation of someone royal, or one of the Knights of the Round Table or such? And what's most amazing is how these remarkable characters from history managed to have reincarnated as at least several people at once, now. But very few people seem to be reincarnated poor peasant farmers, even though these made up the bulk of the population for most of history..... ------------------------ * Well, obviously not _every_ in its literal sense, going by the other answers here.....

Hitler. That is the only explanation for the karmic consequences I'm experiencing in this life.

i think that i was a rat that got run over by a truck

I feel I was a cowboy somewhere out west. I also have a memory of being a sailor on a really rough voyage on a sailing ship ( I'm still terrified of ship voyages and cruises). Another memory is of being a woman who saw men for money during WWll.

Probably a plaster or a plank of wood. Don't ask why

I don't believe I was anything in a past life. However, an old girlfriend (many many years ago) insisted that she could tell I was a Civil War soldier in a past life who died from a gunshot wound to the head at age 17. She never told me how or why she thought this, only that she did.

I'm told I have an "old soul" so I guess I've been a few things. Most recently a soldier in the United States Civil War - Union, because I never could have abided or fought for slavery. I was killed.

A Victorian rent boy. I dunno why, I just sort of like the thought.

I'm not totaly sure who I was, but I'm convinced I died in a fire whilst people were after me for some reason.

Im not actually sure, about my rank or station, but I was probably on a war time submarine or U-boat. I draw this conclusion from my fascination with naval war films like Crimson Tide, Das Boot, The Hunt for Red October, U-571, and many others. I have also had de-ja-vue dreams pertaining to similar enviroments without cause at all, and I have never been within a mile of a submarine before in my life... it's weird.

A sperm and an egg that hadn't met yet. Before that two sperm and two eggs that hadn't met yet. Before that four...

If I had a past life (no idea) I was probably someone very frustrated by lack of access to knowledge, because that's what I crave in this life - books, people who know things, museums of all kinds.

I know it sounds grandiose and kind of stupid, but I really believe, that if somehow we are "reincarnated" or maybe just the spirit (way of thinking) of that person is passed on, that I am the "reincarnation" of Martin Luther King Jr. I don't know, I just get like this spine-tingling feeling when I see a picture of him or hear him speak. It's very haunting and inspiring. It makes me want to change the world.

I wish I knew... I love learning about people in the past and thinking hmm wouldn't it be amazing if that was me...

An intelligent life form from another planet with a large brain.This is punishment I need info downloaded in my brain.I am perishing

I think i was a woman with no children,because now i have 6 :)

chipmunk

i was a dog

Most recently a WWII Naval Aviator shot down onto some island in the Pacific. Killed in a firefight with a Jap lt. in an abandoned grass shack village. Then there was the Clipper ship that I helped sail. And the time[s] I was a village shaman. And I THINK I was an Atlantean Crystal tech.

i was a polar bear

I don't know... But from the way life is going now... I assume I have some Karmic issues with another soul that shall remain nameless. She had issues to resolve with me and me with her. I think this time around... Im supposed to restrain myself from choking people and not have to be attached to them in hell like in Dante's Inferno? If I don't deal with it this time around... I might just come back again as her conjoined twin attached at the head. Who wants that?

I'm not sure but i think i might have been a phsych who was convicted of devils worship and ran away and was never found

I was probably a graveyard or something.

a bowl of spiders

Assuming that this whole reincarnation/karma thing is real, I must have been very naughty in a past life. +4

I don't understand the question; what is a past life?

a beautiful fish or maybe a bird..whichever suits your fancy better =D

I was born in 1869, the son of a disabled railroad worker and Civil war veteran and a leather-skinned seamstress with more burdens than most women could bear. As a small boy, I traversed the still blood-soaked battlefields of the Reconstruction South and ran my fingers along the outlines of minie-ball holes in the plaster walls of the plantation houses. It was then that I first felt the tinge of adventure on my tongue. At 15, I set out on my own and took a job as an assistance to a Naturalist-in-residence in a wealthy home in Rochester, New York. I spent three or so years working alongside him, catologuing various insects and bones, feathers, and rocks and minerals before the call of adventure rang out in my ears again and I became bored. In 1898, I volunteered for the 106th US Calvary and was summarily dropped on a Steamer bound for Cuba. I'd really rather not get into my experiences there. By 1917, I was married to a wiry little femme fatale who was much too young for my aging, bullet riddled body; but we loved nonetheless, and I took up a teaching position at a prestigious northern university to provide my family (and new daughter) with a steady source of income. Things went reasonably well for a while, and I led a bookish, uneventful life until a mysterious illness claimed both my daughter and wife in 1929. Alone and bitter, I watched my country and world change. Colonial powers crumbled in the aftermath of World War Two, and the boundaries of the world were redrawn. I no longer lived in a fuzzy dream of sepia and cordite, but a brave new world of skyscrapers and Bakelite. By New Year's, 1959, I was dead at the impressive age of 90.

I have been through past life regression therapy. I don't know who I was in a past life still, but I have some very intense impressions and visions that I know were from someplace before this life.