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You come from a
Family of Light

You come from a family
of galaxies that exist towards
the center of the Grand Universe,
where you live as a particle of God:
an immortal soul. You are a member
of an alliance of souls that are known as
the Shining Ones or the Family of Light.

As an offspring of the Creator, you have
Its abilities. One ability is to create particles
of your own Self and send them out on journeys
of exploration. These conscious particles of your
Self are like the eyes and ears of the Creator
so She may see, hear and feel the Universe.
These particles are also the Creator’s
emissaries, as they carry the spirit
and sense of God, Herself,
into the infinite vastness.

As an immortal soul, you send these
God fragments of your very own Self,
on journeys into the new frontiers of the
expanding Universe with other soul-particles
from the Shining Ones. Our group specializes
in reincarnating into human forms within
3D worlds that float in time and space.

You have been spiritually, emotionally,
culturally and scientifically educated
to take missions that are expressed
across hundreds of lifetimes, to help
transform the human races that you
serve, into reflections of the divine
essence from which they sprang.

One of the God particles of your
greater Self, the immortal Soul,
quietly pulses within the kind,
gentle, brilliant and joyful
person, reading this
message.


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I have - somewhat vague - hunches about previous lifetimes.

Must have been in the East. I am born this lifetime in Indonesia, raised in Holland.
Eastern philosophy comes natural to me, including flaws and errors in - western perception of, and eastern lay errors of - such.

And I must have been in a law department classic Roman Law style (all present western law stems from roman law), my intuition on such is impeccable.

.. and much more

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My first incarnation in the West

.. it's a tough choice.
.. whether it's from Tibet, a shamanic indigenous culture, or another planet
.. The first lifetime often does not go well

.. It basically just sucks where we are here

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.. is how I feel right now :cool:

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Posted by fifi

WOW! I am really impressed, Bill. How can one consciously remember one's past lives? Apart from 'enlightened beings' who can remember their past lives, I thought the only way for normal human beings like us is to go through hynoptic past life regression.

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It inspires me that I share something with you here:

A friend of mine is capable to "watch" his past lives as he wishes. Once he visited a regression therapy with a well known therapist on past life regression. Originally, she used to be a college teacher by her occupation. After his session with her, he found out he could have kept the window still open to observe other lives which he had experienced in the past. Since then he travells as he is pleased in his previous lives. However, I might say, he spends too much time on that so he misses so much what occures meanwhile he travells to the past in his current life.. Without any judgement, my opinion is there suppose to be a lesson learnt process done after session within each personality. Otherwise, it is simple entertainment, as anything else. (I know the entertainment is also good though at right itme or moment) Therefore, an experience therapist, my view, is quite important as well, when some one is not fully prepared for what is seen. The therapist "leads" person through regression and helps to understand what is a connection to the current life or a particular problem, which person has at the moment. My friend became " an enthusiast" of past lives and talked to everyone who was willing to listen to him. (after some time people quite got bored..) It seemed to me quite weird that time, it didn´t resonate with me at all. Especially, when he was so pleased with himself, what he saw in the past (like an important figure, reached knowledge, skills, historical context-like Ancient Egypt, Rome etc), mainly with lives which satisfied his ego. I tried to talk to him, however, his stand was I know more than you, so after some time I shut up and let him enjoy his way.

I have also undergone some sessions in my lifetime and have seen some "things". I will share it with you here later. What happened to me couple of times when I came to certain places that I "saw" how the place looked like long long time ago. It was like glimps, or picture coming from another picture, until it seazed and the current reality was here around me again, and I was back myself. That moments I sensed being that person in the past too.

Back to my story about my friend, it was a good lesson for me that time that pointed I should start learning my lessons directly at the current life, at the current reality and current conditions. To be a wanderrer in the past can be another distraction from being Now. I can see it as the most important thing, more important than exploring who we used to be in previous life. However, I do not disregard that subject entirely. I cosider it very interesting topic. I think those experiences may have a positive change on us or on our life when it is done well or properly understood. I was realy gratefully many times to my friend in my thoughts that he showed me to avoid making same mistake and comprehend more deeply my lessons. Cheers,P.;)

Arrowwind suggested I place this post of mine here. ;)

I saw this wonderful thread the other day and I would like to share with you how a past life has subtly influenced my immediate incarnation; how it was phenomenally healed and to expand upon ‘Soul bleed throughs’ and the greater healing of Self. Please pardon the length; it’s the shortest I could do without distorting it.

From birth I had conscious memory recalls of 4 past lives but grew up in a family unaware of such things so I kept my secret and confusion to myself. In one of these past lives I was an intelligent young Polish lad with hopes to pursue my passion of composing piano concertos. I also spoke fluently several languages. Around the age of 18 my life’s journey was disrupted with WW2, where I fled Poland hastily and joined up with the French Résistance where my fluency in the German language was put to good use. I was smuggled into Germany with false papers and pretended to be a German citizen but secretly was a part of a group that helped to smuggle out Jewish folk detained mainly from the Dachau concentration camp in the dead of night. It was a harrowing experience only being able to rescue a few on each sortie knowing that many I left behind would not be alive to rescue next time. Anyway, eventually I was caught, gruesomely tortured then shot amongst a standing line-up of dishevelled Jewish folk over what was to become our grave pit.

Back to this present incarnation, I am an English female and throughout my childhood when asleep I always dreamt/spoke in German. This is not my native language, nor have I ever learnt to speak German. I always wanted to learn to play the piano, but never got the opportunity. During my school years I refused adamantly to never attend any lessons that involved WW2 – they were seen as ‘tantrums’ and got me many black marks at school. I could not watch any film in connection to WW2 (and they have played many here in the UK) nor listen to the German language. I just want to point out I have no judgements towards any German people or the war; this was simply a Soul bleed through of another incarnation that in the background haunted me – it was irrational behaviour I had no control over.

I’ve been with my hubby for 21 years, he is half Polish and worked for a big German company ‘Heidelberg’ involving many work trips to Germany. I would pick him up from the airport and the moment the people would disembark many of them were German and just hearing their language would make my knees buckle, my head started swimming and the greatest survival urge to run and hide.

Then something extraordinary happened. In 1998, I was with a group of 26 people making the journey up Mount Sinai to witness the dawn rising. Most of our group took the camel ride in the blackness of night up the mountain, then walking the last part of the journey single file up a narrow path to the summit.

A most curious think happened that I can only think was a physical timeline jump. I was having a conversation with my new friend who was walking right in front of me, with most of the group walking in line behind me. My friend suddenly went silent and I repeated what I had just said; but the reply that came back was now in German! I carried on walking sensing something wasn’t right and listened intently to the conversations I was hearing ahead and behind me – they were all in German, not an English word to be heard. Somehow the English group had been replaced by a group of Germans! For me this was a nightmare turned real, being lost up a huge barren mountain in the darkness of night with a group of people I had no idea who they were and the effects their dear language had on me.

We reached a high ravine and an extremely strong gust of wind spun out of nowhere and literally swept me up off my feet towards the cliff edge where I would have surely met my death. Everything became slow motion as I floated in the air helpless. Suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed my waist and prevented me tumbling to my death. In that moment there was an energy/frequency change all around me; it was as if I had just been bathed in a loving light although I saw no light. A very tall German lady was now speaking to me, asking if I was okay as she settled me back on my feet. Something in that magical moment had been healed deep within myself on a Soul level; her voice speaking in German sounded like a beautiful melody!

I walked with this German group for around another 10 minutes when I decided to stop and wait for my English group to arrive that I logically guessed must be behind us because the German party certainly walked a very quick pace. There was no sign of my English group; in the end I walked to the summit on my own to find a couple who had stayed in the tea hut for the night. I asked them where the German group had gone, but they shook their heads, I was the first person to arrive! In dribs and drabs my group finally arrived, each one of them had found themselves suddenly on their own around the same time as me – each with different stories and bizarre adventures.

I do not really know what happened that night on Mount Sinai but 26 people walking in a line suddenly in a blink all found them selves in a separate reality. For me, I bless this amazing healing experience. Today I have many dear German friends; my old Soul haunts are completely gone – my fragmentation healed.

I share this with you guys because even if we are not aware of past lives, somewhere in our daily lives unconsciously there will be attitudes within our make-up of expression that are bleed throughs of unresolved stuff from our previous lives. I personally have not gone seeking my past lives – yet by observing my thoughts throughout the day or during certain events I have experienced, results in a ‘flash back memory recall’ of where I did something very similar in another lifetime.

IMHO everything I need to know about who I am is present in this incarnation/reality, I do not need to seek who I was before because who I was before, ‘I wear today’ – All is relevant in this Now moment. I know when I have seized the ‘ripe’ moment to go within and heal an attitude, if I am sincere, a grand healing takes place not only within myself here but this healing spreads and affects all the ‘me’s’ of the past who were also affected as ‘flashes’ of these past lives naturally flow through my mind during the healing process. I see all my lives as being simultaneous in a ‘Now moment’. In linear thinking we see a lifetime going from A – Z; yet out of Time, I perceive Time like a ‘spiral’ whereby certain lives can have a very similar frequency (possibly an alignment on the spiral) whereby we can experience sometimes ‘straddling’ between the two in our thoughts and decision making until a healing of the fragmentation is restored to ‘Onement’.

For me, the above personal story resulted because I had fragmented in a past life through trauma that bleed through into this one. I am very thankful that this fragmentation of Self has been healed. By seizing the ‘ripe’ moment when it appears and healing in this way I have naturally become aware of so many of my past lives that have taught me ‘why’ and ‘whom’ I am today. I share my personal wisdom that I have learnt with the intent that it might resonate with others understanding their own Soul-full journeys of Self. :hug:

My own prior life memories – unaided - go back perhaps 3,000(?) years, and I was born fully conscious into this lifetime. I remember my birth and my present life from its first moments on as a tiny infant. (Boy, was my mom ever astonished when as a teen I described the hospital room in which I was born in vivid detail!)

Since I remember so much naturally without any regression, hypnosis or other aids my personal research into my reincarnational memories has been focussed on verifying any specific details that might still exist in old records or archaeology. I’ve had the great good fortune to travel extensively and verify many things on location.

Here’s an interesting tidbit, then:

When my hubby and I purchased our big old house, there was a considerable amount of handyman work needed. He is an enthusiastic and capable amateur carpenter and we dug right in. I am not, by nature, a particularly fearful person but there was one thing that absolutely gave me the creeps: I was scared spitless whenever he went up to work on the roof. I would stand gripping the bottom of the ladder tightly, silently pleading ‘Please don’t fall please don’t fall please don’t fall...’ I would silently will him to remain stable and in control. But I never said anything to him about my fears, afraid that expressing them to him might somehow “Become what you behold” and provoke a fatal fall.

One day, while daydreaming at the kitchen sink, gazing idly into the narrow brick courtyard outside the window, I was gripped by a horrifying vision: The narrow courtyard transformed itself into a narrow medieval street. Someone came running up to me at my tiny house with terrible news: my husband had fallen off the roof of the nearby cathedral (we lived only steps away) and was dead. Suddenly I was running in a panic down the street, dressed in layers of cumbersome long brown skirts – only to find him lying face down on the cobblestones. Dead. He’d been doing some repair work on the steep cathedral roof when he’d slipped, unable to grip anything. I was only moments too late, but it was too late. I was a young wife suddenly, horribly, widowed.... I returned to ordinary consciousness deeply shaken, mourning the loss of my beloved husband. It was all too horribly real.

But I never said anything to anyone about the vision.

One evening after dinner with a dear friend, the conversation turned to reincarnation. And my husband, it must be said, is one of the true sceptics about everything. But this time, he surprised me by saying he did have a few reincarnational memories. He mentioned one, and another.... and then he said: One of my strongest memories is of sliding off the steep roof of a church to my death....! He went on to describe in detail how he’d been affixing the “Tannenbaum” (Christmas tree) to the top of the spire at the church on the main square of a medieval town, probably in Germany. And how a tile beneath his feet gave way and slipped underneath him. He’d skidded downward on his stomach, helpless.... He then recalled how, as a young boy in this life, he once heard the pastor at his present Lutheran church describe how the Christmas tree used to be affixed to the steeple rather than placed inside the church – but it was too risky and a man had once fallen off the roof, long ago.... My husband said at that moment a nauseating chill had swept through him and he was deeply upset, but he didn’t understand why until many years later.

So: both my husband and I recalled exactly the same event, except that I did from my perspective – and he from his. We think we’ve now identified the church – which is still standing - and the town in Germany where it happened. It was a simultaneous “Yeah, this is the place” recognition. When you return to the site of something, the emotional link – the recognition - can be extraordinary.

One tale of many.

Cheers,

Selene

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My own prior life memories – unaided - go back perhaps 3,000(?) years, and I was born fully conscious into this lifetime. I remember my birth and my present life from its first moments on as a tiny infant. (Boy, was my mom ever astonished when as a teen I described the hospital room in which I was born in vivid detail!)

Since I remember so much naturally without any regression, hypnosis or other aids my personal research into my reincarnational memories has been focussed on verifying any specific details that might still exist in old records or archaeology. I’ve had the great good fortune to travel extensively and verify many things on location.

Here’s an interesting tidbit, then:

When my hubby and I purchased our big old house, there was a considerable amount of handyman work needed. He is an enthusiastic and capable amateur carpenter and we dug right in. I am not, by nature, a particularly fearful person but there was one thing that absolutely gave me the creeps: I was scared spitless whenever he went up to work on the roof. I would stand gripping the bottom of the ladder tightly, silently pleading ‘Please don’t fall please don’t fall please don’t fall...’ I would silently will him to remain stable and in control. But I never said anything to him about my fears, afraid that expressing them to him might somehow “Become what you behold” and provoke a fatal fall.

One day, while daydreaming at the kitchen sink, gazing idly into the narrow brick courtyard outside the window, I was gripped by a horrifying vision: The narrow courtyard transformed itself into a narrow medieval street. Someone came running up to me at my tiny house with terrible news: my husband had fallen off the roof of the nearby cathedral (we lived only steps away) and was dead. Suddenly I was running in a panic down the street, dressed in layers of cumbersome long brown skirts – only to find him lying face down on the cobblestones. Dead. He’d been doing some repair work on the steep cathedral roof when he’d slipped, unable to grip anything. I was only moments too late, but it was too late. I was a young wife suddenly, horribly, widowed.... I returned to ordinary consciousness deeply shaken, mourning the loss of my beloved husband. It was all too horribly real.

But I never said anything to anyone about the vision.

One evening after dinner with a dear friend, the conversation turned to reincarnation. And my husband, it must be said, is one of the true sceptics about everything. But this time, he surprised me by saying he did have a few reincarnational memories. He mentioned one, and another.... and then he said: One of my strongest memories is of sliding off the steep roof of a church to my death....! He went on to describe in detail how he’d been affixing the “Tannenbaum” (Christmas tree) to the top of the spire at the church on the main square of a medieval town, probably in Germany. And how a tile beneath his feet gave way and slipped underneath him. He’d skidded downward on his stomach, helpless.... He then recalled how, as a young boy in this life, he once heard the pastor at his present Lutheran church describe how the Christmas tree used to be affixed to the steeple rather than placed inside the church – but it was too risky and a man had once fallen off the roof, long ago.... My husband said at that moment a nauseating chill had swept through him and he was deeply upset, but he didn’t understand why until many years later.

So: both my husband and I recalled exactly the same event, except that I did from my perspective – and he from his. We think we’ve now identified the church – which is still standing - and the town in Germany where it happened. It was a simultaneous “Yeah, this is the place” recognition. When you return to the site of something, the emotional link – the recognition - can be extraordinary.

One tale of many.

Cheers,

Selene

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it is very fascinating if we remember more maybe we could solved todays pains, suffering.

Love and Peace

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It is very fascinating if we remember more maybe we could solved today’s pains, suffering.

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Levent Tonga, that’s an interesting comment. I often ask people when they say they are presently deeply afraid of something that “might” happen: Are you sure you’re in pain about something that might happen in the future – or are you simply remembering something that did happen in the past?

And if it’s “already happened” – well, you’re here now, aren’t you? And you’re safe and well. On reflection, you might perhaps be able to let go of the old fear. Yes, it happened. Yes. It was the worst. Yes. But here you are, again. And you’re okay!

Works for me.... :p

Cheers,

Selene

Here's a website for those who have questions, or want to know what good books and other resources are available on the subject: http://www.reincarnationforum.com/

And, here are some interesting, individual case histories on reincarnation.

1. Across Time and Death: A Mother’s Search for Her Past Life Children, Jenny Cockell
http://www.amazon.com/Across-Time-De...0896650&sr=1-1
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jenny_Cockell

“For as long as she could remember, Jenny Cockell had felt she had lived a former life as Mary Sutton. Finally, Jenny acted on her intense need to find her lost family. After years of painstaking searching, she finally reunited with family members from her previous lifetime.”

This is an amazing story. This was also made into t.v. movie called ‘Yesterday’s Children’.

2. Looking for Carroll Beckwith: A True Story of a Detective’s Search for his Past Life, Robert Snow
http://www.amazon.com/Looking-Carrol...0897359&sr=1-1

“This tale is improbable in more ways than one: Indianapolis police homicide commander Snow offers a dryly nonplussed account of his discovery of his "past life" as 19th-century portrait painter Carroll Beckwith. Snow participated in (and taped) a therapeutic "recovered memory" session as a lark, and, once hypnotized, was jolted by a series of clear images and recollections that seemed even then strangely plausible, despite his cop's hard-nosed, empirical perspective. Later, when he walked into a New Orleans gallery at random and confronted a painting that had appeared to him in his vision, he determined to put his detective's investigative skills to work and research congruencies between his "memories" and the artist's life. Surprisingly, the evidence that he painstakingly assembled through retrieving Beckwith's journals and work from obscurity seemed fully to confirm that Snow's "recollections" were authentic.”

3. Someone Else's Yesterday: The Confederate General and Connecticut Yankee: A past Life Revealed, Jeffrey Keene
http://www.amazon.com/Someone-Elses-...0897998&sr=1-1

“Someone Else's Yesterday is an amazing journey through the eyes of two people: one a Georgian, the other a Connecticut Yankee. Similarities between the two go far beyond coincidence. They think alike, look alike, and even share facial scars. Their lives are so intertwined that they appear to be one. Half of this equation, Jeffrey J. Keene, is a present-day Assistant Fire Chief in affluent Westport, Connecticut. The other half, John B. Gordon, Confederate General, Army of Northern Virginia, died January 9, 1904.”

Jeffrey underwent no hypnotic regression. Similar to the way in which I uncovered my own past lives, it was ONLY through synchronistic events and then later research that Jeffrey discovered parallels between General Gordon’s life and his own.

4. Thomas Andrews, Voyage into History : Titanic Secrets Revealed Through the Eyes of Her Builder, William Barnes
http://www.amazon.com/Thomas-Andrews...0896490&sr=8-1

The audio is available here: http://www.amazon.com/Built-Titanic-...mm_abk_title_0
It contains the original recordings of his regression sessions in which William reverts to a Scottish accent (Thomas Andrews was Scottish).

“On a cold Saturday I sat to read this book without any expectations as to its ability to interest me.
As I began reading the unfoldment of Tommie's life, I was no longer sitting at home but rather sitting in a bubble of time watching the progress of events that presented themselves in movie-like clarity.
By the end of the book I finally noticed the sun had set and needed a reading light.
This is not so much a narrative of events past, but rather a re-enactment of a drama that uses the reader's mind as a stage to play out a story that even today captures the imagination and fascination of thousands.
To me, not so much because of the magnitude of the calamity that happened in mid-ocean, but because it is exemplar of the real-life battle between the integrity and righteousness of the soul and the barely concealed evil of ignorance and selfish blindness in materially obsessed ego.
Perhaps there are those that think the story has an unhappy ending, but the fact that it had to be written by the one who lived it, is proof positive the justice (karmic or Divine) is not an obscure concept, but a spiritual reality.
Time and the efforts of the unjust, do not destroy truth, they just delay its inevitable revelation.

I think the measure of readers liking this story or not, depends on their willingness to surrender their minds to be transported to a different time and to be shown a simple truth:
"This is what happened".

Half a century later and all the learned men of the world could not hide it.”


5. Soul Survivor: the Reincarnation of a World War II Fighter Pilot, Andrea Leininger, Ken Leininger and Ken Gross
http://www.amazon.com/Soul-Survivor-...lbowmanatchiA/

“This is the story of James Leininger, who -- a little more than two weeks after his second birthday -- began having blood-curdling nightmares that just would not stop. When James began screaming out recurring phrases like, "Plane on fire! Little man can't get out!" the Leiningers finally admitted that they truly had to take notice. (Their belief system was shaken to the core).

When details of planes and war tragedies no two-year-old boy could know continued -- even in stark daylight -- Bruce and Andrea Leininger began to realize that this was an incredible situation. SOUL SURVIVOR is the story of how the Leiningers pieced together what their son was communicating and eventually discovered that he was reliving the past life of World War II fighter pilot James Huston.”

6. To Save Russia: the Reincarnation of Nicholas II, Donald Norsic
http://www.amazon.com/Save-Russia-Re...0976750&sr=8-1

I believe I am a young soul and may not have had many past lives ? I do have a close friend who says he recalls being Daniel in the den of lions ! An old soul. L

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I believe I am a young soul and may not have had many past lives ? I do have a close friend who says he recalls being David in the den of lions ! An old soul. L

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That was Daniel in the den of the lions.

Hi, Wings -

Your comments are very astute. I hope you will eventually publish your notes or research.

Cheers,

Selene

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It is very fascinating if we remember more maybe we could solved today’s pains, suffering.

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Levent Tonga, that’s an interesting comment. I often ask people when they say they are presently deeply afraid of something that “might” happen: Are you sure you’re in pain about something that might happen in the future – or are you simply remembering something that did happen in the past?

And if it’s “already happened” – well, you’re here now, aren’t you? And you’re safe and well. On reflection, you might perhaps be able to let go of the old fear. Yes, it happened. Yes. It was the worst. Yes. But here you are, again. And you’re okay!

Works for me.... :p

Cheers,

Selene

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Hi Selene,

In theory that it is a cyclic and we suppose to suffer . I am oppose this idea at fundamental level. And I want be out of this experiment,/ experience.
Why not happiness, peace and love can be creative,/productive?
I was witnessed burned patients and I did,/will everything to ease their suffering I do not care if they are going to gain some experience and will forget on their next life.
I did not sign for this torture, watching other's suffering. I am protesting to obey my labor role.

Love and Peace

{QUOTE} A friend of mine is capable to "watch" his past lives as he wishes. Once he visited a regression therapy with a well known therapist on past life regression. Since then he travells as he is pleased in his previous lives. However, I might say, he spends too much time on that so he misses so much what occures meanwhile he travells to the past in his current life..My friend became " an enthusiast" of past lives and talked to everyone who was willing to listen to him. (after some time people quite got bored..) I tried to talk to him, however, his stand was I know more than you, so after some time I shut up and let him enjoy his way. {QUOTE}

When I first started viewing my past lives, I too became addicted in this way, untill I was hit with an inspired message that said "In your future life, when you look back at your current life now, what will you see?" Surely your friend wishes to see more of this life than just hypnotic regressions.

Thank you Arrowwind for creating this wonderful thread, & thanks to everyone who has posted on here. It certainly make for some fascinating reading! :)

We can never underestimate the profound impact past life memories have in regards to our personal conceptualisation of reality. Such recollections may also shed light on certain thought patterns that could potentially impede or slow our evolutionary progress back to the 'one consciousness'. To me, such experiences are part of a homecoming journey to our true selves & the source of all things. I agree with pharoah21 though. It is equally important not to become enthralled by these past-life recollections to the point where opportunities for the development of our unfolding consciousness is missed in the eternal 'here & NOW' :)

My own eyes have briefly fluttered open in regards to a few past-life memories. I'd like to share two such occasions with my fellow Avalonians.

1) I was driving to the train station one night to pick up a friend. It was pitch black outside, & my car was approaching a sharp 90 degree corner. I remember looking at the the car clock at the time, a few metres away from having to make that street turn. Suddenly I found myself transported to another reality, sitting behind the wheel of a vintage car which I was driving down a gravel/dirt road. I looked around & it was broad daylight, with a clear blue sky. I was driving past a stately manor to my left. I knew it was my home. My hands on the steering wheel were that of an old man, wrinkled & covered in liver spots. When looking at my rear view mirror, I saw the face of a white-haired old man looking back at me. It seemed as if the experience of driving in this different reality went on for quite some time (perhaps 10-20 minutes). I also remember a thought that was passing through my mind....it was something like, "...to hell with them all". I don't know who those thoughts were referring to, but they resulted in me snapping instantly back to 'normal' consciousness.

I looked at my car clock again (in the present), & noticed that not a single second had passed. Thank god for that, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to turn my steering wheel in time to make that sharp turn...I would have surely crashed lol :) The lucidity of that experience really startled me...driving my vintage car in that 'other time' was just as real as my day to day reality in the present.


2) My other past-life memories came flooding back as a result of being immersed in deep meditation. I perceived snapshots of former lives, each giving way to a life that happened earlier on in time. The final past-life memory that bubbled up in my consciousness occured in a dimly-lit, cavern-like room. I could see my young hands unfurling a scroll, with hieroglyphic writing all over it. To the left of me was a man wearing a black robe. He must have been blind, as his eyes had cataracts...I'm not sure though....there was something otherworldy about the way the whiteness of his irises twinkled & seemed to almost glow in the darkened room. I felt he was my master/teacher at the time. Before I returned to 'normal' consciousness, the word 'Marduk' entered my mind.

I had never heard of the word 'Marduk' before, so when I finished my meditation, I googled it. I was surprised to find that Marduk was a Babylonian God of ancient Mesopotamia.

http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/1...dragonmuuu.jpg
(Marduk and his dragon Mušḫuššu, from a Babylonian cylinder seal)


Perhaps this past-life memory indicated that I once lived in the old Babylonian period 1800-1530 BC? I truly do not know. My past-life experiences were always from a 1st person perspective, with little information regarding period, time & date. I find it all very intriguing though. I'm still baffeled as to what it all means. I'd love to glean some more clarity on these experiences like Bill Ryan has achieved :)

nice thought arrowwind...ok from what i have been told my first time here on earth i was a woman a Syrian queen the second time i was born in Malaysia where i was a boat builder and a famous one to cause my boats had a unique design and now i'm here at this special time as a very curious being i want to learn and be tought the truth and learn about everything.......
well thats what a woman told me,she never mentioned dates but only these things but before she told me she asked for my date of birth place of birth and even the exact time i was born,then she drew some cycles and line and stuff which i had no idea and she came up with this plus she said that on my right side of my body i have a lot of energy and she never knew what was holding it back and couldn't be used..... but i have done some weird things in my life.....

Hi, Virilis –

Your comments are an excellent touchstone for others to learn a few techniques for exploring their own reincarnational memories.

You said, per your memories:

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1) I was driving to the train station one night to pick up a friend. It was pitch black outside, & my car was approaching a sharp 90 degree corner. I remember looking at the car clock at the time, a few metres away from having to make that street turn. Suddenly I found myself transported to another reality, sitting behind the wheel of a vintage car which I was driving down a gravel/dirt road....

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2) My other past-life memories came flooding back as a result of being immersed in deep meditation. I perceived snapshots of former lives, each giving way to a life that happened earlier on in time....

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Both of the elements you mentioned here can indeed trigger spontaneous reincarnational memories, and these are good examples.

In the first case, the precise gesture of turning a sharp corner in your car while looking down at the clock – and perhaps your mental or emotional state at that instant – might have served as a kind of momentary neurolinguistic ‘trigger’ or gateway opening pathways to recalling a similar previous experience in time. Since ‘time’ doesn’t really matter greatly where our emotions – and their linked memories – are concerned, the gateway linked to a prior experience that obviously had some emotional importance for you – at least in the past.

I’ve found that kind of ‘triggering’ – little moments, gestures, glimpses that seem to go ‘ping! what-was-that?’ even if they are moments of aversion or fear – are an excellent opportunity to stop and pay attention to whatever is going on in your perception or memories or feelings at that moment. (Not while driving, of course, unless you pull off the road!)

There’s a very simple technique you can use at those times to access your deeper memories:

• Just follow your feelings – what are the first words or thoughts that come to mind? Doesn’t matter if it sounds silly or meaningless.

• Simply latch onto that word or phrase or thought and keep repeating it to yourself, following the feelings that the phrase seems to bring up. Let the words or ideas evolve. What else is here?

• Images may begin to present themselves. What’s this? Don’t bother trying to explain or interpret the images. You may feel as though you’re simply making them up, but never mind. The idea that “This is all just fantasy anyway” will allow your mind to roam freely, since you will feel safe doing so.

• Allow the fleeting images to build into some kind of coherent picture, along with your feelings.

• Once you’ve locked onto the image, look around. What’s there? Let the room or the scene expand and gain detail. Look down at your feet or hands in the image – what are you wearing? Look to the right or left – and perhaps out the window, down the hall or over the hill. What else is there? Who else is there? What happens now? Simply allow your mind to roam freely.

• When you’ve finished exploring, return to your present situation in the here and now. Look around the room or space you are in and take a few deep breaths, returning completely to your present life. You may wish to take a walk or break to restore your equilibrium before returning to your everyday tasks.

• If you are intrigued by your memories or experience, take the time to jot down some notes, sketches or any words or phrases that seem relevant in a notebook or journal. In the months or years ahead you may find these notes helpful for further research.

Your second type of spontaneous recall, during meditation, can be explored in very much the same way, as you seem to have done naturally.

It is possible, if those memories or moments seem to have some meaning for you, to consciously choose to reenter that space again in meditation, holding the image consciously in your mind. Again, simply allow the images to flow naturally without trying to evaluate them until you return to ordinary waking consciousness.

Again, thank you for your contributions, Virilis. And I hope that these suggestions will be helpful to our readers here.

Cheers,

Selene

I am on a Viking ship. I can recognize it clearly. I am a young woman about 17. I am shivering because it is very cold in the open air. I am dressed just in my home dress as they cought me at that moment when they seized our town. They killed my familly, many neighbours and friends. I remember burning houses in our small town, smoke, noise, yelling, before I finally passed away in horror. I am wet a bit from sea foam coming over the board of the ship. The sea is a little bit rough and bumpy. I can hear exhausted oarsmen who struggle over waves with the sea. He is watching me all the time, tall, well build, long hair, muscled, probably one of their leaders. And those eyes, I know those eyes. Where have I seen them? I don´t understand what they talk among themselves. I don´t know their language. I can sense his eyes on me. he observes me often. His eyes penitrate me. I can not stand his looks. I turn away. I am afraid. Although, I feel he atracts me. I can not comprehend that. I ask myself why. I don´t know these feelings. It is quite strange, mixture of fear and arousal. He is one of them who killed my beloved. Strange. I ask myself what happens next. Where would they take me? What would they do with me? Would I be a slave? Would they kill me? Would they rape me? They could have done in before. The land is close. We enter into a bay at last. The ship hits with strong shakes ashore. The men jump out on the shore. They start unloading the ship. It takes a while. They pile all goods in several mounds. I get they are dividing it among themselves. They set up camp right there, they drink, they eat. There is an argument. They point at me, and at the goods, some of them are angry. He is angry too. They gesture. Finally, he leaves them and walks towards me. The argument behind him continues as he apraches me, pulls me up and dragges me among them. I fall down by his push in my back. I am on my knees. I am scared breathing heavilly. I look at him, my eyes plea for mercy. I can see he pulls out his sword, I can see only his eyes, then nothing.....I know now, at my current life, whose those eyes are, who is that person from the past,the roles are on the contrary him is woman and I am a man..

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Originally Posted by Virilis

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2) My other past-life memories came flooding back as a result of being immersed in deep meditation. I perceived snapshots of former lives, each giving way to a life that happened earlier on in time....

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From time to time, I happens to me as well. ;) P.

Very interesting stream - thanks:cool: I don't know about my past lives but am convinced via many writings including omitted texts (eg: Gospel of the Twelve L37 and gospel of Thomas inter alia) of the bible that reincarnation is real. Currently reading Gary Zukav's "The Seat of the Soul" which is inspiring with regards karma, our spiritual destiny and finding that higher place within ourselves.

I came across this little boy (via Camelot) and just wanted to share with you all. I understand he is 12 with IQ 170. An old/many lives soul? What do you all think?
I just loved him...

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=mathboysmom

and also see his talk about the death of a star.. here https://youtube.com/watch?v=b4x7u...mbedded:first: :first:

I don't remember any past life.

But one girl she remembered me somehow. She did not speak my language, and we had not really talked before. But she stepped up to me and said: You are my light-brother. Do you remember?

I did not understnad, she kept looking in my eyes. Do you remember? No. Just follow your heart, she said.

I would love to know what there is to remember.

Peace

I have a very active dream life and have also had many astral travel experiences. I am not 100% sure of my past lives, but I do know that I have many. I remember being a small child and being upset that I was a girl and not a boy. I also did not like my name and often thought of new names that I could possibly call myself. I also felt a stron connection to speaking Spanish and began to pick up Spanish phrases very quickly as a child.

I also had a reoccuring nightmare of these strange looking people starring at me as if they were observing me. Their faces were outlined and their eyes had no pupils just blackness. These faces sometimes appear again when I close my eyes and relax before bed time. Sometimes I also see images like in a movie being played out. One is definitely showing a pyramid with the beam of light coming out from the top and shooting up towards the sky. I'm definitely thinking Ancient Egyptian or maybe even an ancient society before that one. It seems like a very old culture with faces of men that look to be of Middle Eastern Decent with huge beards. I also sometimes see chariots with horses.

I also had a dream of being in a greenhouse? or near one (there were a lot of plants around in an indoor structure with a lot of window) at night and I was being stabbed over and over by a man wearing dark clothes and a hooded jacket. I can not see his face, but I strongly remember that I definietly died this way before. I even remember how it felt when the knife was going in and how it felt when my soul drifted out of my body. It was very vivid.

I also had an astral experience where I went into my bathroom and looked into my mirror and to my surprise saw a young man starring back at me. He was early 20's in a blue T-shirt and tan pants about 5'7, small frame, and he was a caramel skinned African American (I am African American with strong Native American and European ancestory). He was smiling at me. I kept asking him if he was me. I had a strong feeling that he was me. I thought that I would have been scared out of my mind, but I was actaully excited to see him and just wanted to know who he was and if he was me. I then had a feeling to go to my window and again to my surprise, I was looking a a huge field of wheat and a long dirt road lined with tall broad trees. I could see people in the distance interacting with each other and old looking truck driving down the dirt road. I also could see part of the house I was in and it was a HUGE!!!! house that had two big sections to it where I felt that many people lived. This has fascinated me and I would love to try past life regression. So if anyone knows anyone who does this in the DC area, I would love the information.

*Bump* *Bump*

For as long as I can remember, I have always been fascinated by the turn of the 18th and 19th centuries, especially the Belle Époque period.
It wasn’t just a casual interest, but a deep inner conviction that I had lived during that time.

I knew things one wouldn’t typically know: the types of clothing people wore, how they were worn, the feeling of those fabrics against the skin. I’ve always felt a particular connection to hats, corsets, long dresses — that’s exactly how I pictured myself: a woman in a beautiful hat, a long gown, elegance of that era.

I’ve also felt a very strong inner connection to Paris.
Not as a tourist, but through a sense of having already been here. When looking at photos of Paris, I would recognize streets and places I had never been to.
When I came to Paris for the first time, I felt:
“I’ve returned home.”

Especially when walking through the older parts of the city, where Haussmannian architecture dominates, I feel not like I’m discovering something new, but rather returning to something familiar and natural.
I don’t feel like a visitor here — I feel like I’m back where I belong.

Many strange and unexplainable things have happened to me in this city — things that defy logical reasoning. One of the most remarkable was when I found… my own portrait.
I currently live in a building that is about 200 years old. One day, someone in a neighboring building was cleaning out their basement and throwing things out through a window. At the very top of the pile, there were two portraits, and one of them looked exactly like me.
It was such a surreal experience that even now, every time I look at those portraits, it’s hard to believe.
But I know what I feel.

I will try to share photos of the portraits I found — and of myself in period clothing, of course. I have such photos (although I probably haven’t shown you all of them yet).
Maybe you’ll also sense something deeper behind them…

This post was translated from Polish, as I don’t speak English. Please forgive any mistakes.):ambis:

After being single for the past seven years I decided it was time to find love again. To this end I asked my angels/spirit guides/the universe to guide me to my true love, and to guide her to me. I also recited an affirmation each day, all in the hopes of finding someone to spend the rest of my life with.

I immediately began getting messages in the form of angel numbers. I would see 3:33, 11:11 or 12:12 on the clock or microwave constantly, as well as anywhere else numbers appear. I also had a visit from a spirit animal, a large, very old fence lizard, bigger and older than any I have ever seen. He was scarred, with large chunks missing from his scales and half his tail missing. His face was scarred and he looked battle worn. His back was covered in brightly colored scales, like all fence lizards have on their bellies, but I’ve never seen one so colorful all over his body. He told me something beautiful was coming into my life, but that it would also be challenging and difficult.

Soon I met Michelle (not her real name), and it was as though we had known one another our entire lives. We had everything in common, even physical abnormalities, and we fell deeply in love within days. It quickly became apparent to both of us that we have known one another through many past lives, being soul mates with a soul contract between us, and after a while we worked out much of what has happened between us.

I have had many past life memories, but it wasn’t until I met Michelle that I was able to put the pieces together and form a coherent narrative. She incarnates in the U.S. in most of her lives, and whenever she does so she goes off to fight in a war, usually on American soil. The Revolution, the Mexican American war, the Civil war, etc. This has a lot to do with our relationship through time.

In our last life together she incarnated in America, while I was a young Irish woman living in the west of Ireland. During the first world war she (actually he in that life, but I’ll continue with our current pronouns) was deployed in Europe. We met while she was on leave and had an immediate attraction, we had done this many times before after all. Our affair was short lived, however, as she had to go back to the front. I eventually received word that she had died in battle, and I was so bereaved I threw myself into the sea and drowned.

This is how our lives go. We meet, fall madly in love, and she goes off to fight in some war and either doesn’t come back, or leaves too much of herself on the battle field to really come back in a meaningful way.

I’ve always detested war, not only as a concept or a thing that happens, but specifically for the fact it tears people apart and destroys lives. I guess I know why I’ve always had such a deep, personal disdain for war now.

This time we didn’t last either. We both made many mistakes in the short time we were together. I now realize I have a deep anger for the way she keeps leaving me, which led me to treat her badly and push her away. I wonder why we have this moth and flame relationship, why we keep returning to one another even when it ends in heartbreak time and time again.

I’m still coming to grips with all this new information, and I expect it will take me a while to integrate it into my understanding of myself. Life goes on as they say, time after time, I only hope me and Michelle can break this vicious cycle somehow and stop doing these things to ourselves and each other.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=zRmJwqVbtQI

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Posted by Valknut3301

I’ve always detested war, not only as a concept or a thing that happens, but specifically for the fact it tears people apart and destroys lives. I guess I know why I’ve always had such a deep, personal disdain for war now.

I now realize I have a deep anger for the way she keeps leaving me, which led me to treat her badly and push her away. I wonder why we have this moth and flame relationship, why we keep returning to one another, even when it ends in heartbreak time and time again.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=zRmJwqVbtQI

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Good for you on the war front, most people choose sides and constantly encourage one side or the other to win, while their souls seek peace only. The conflicted nature of man is as obvious as the horrors of war.

I have found that when you find someone who gives you an immediate, strong connection, you must proceed with caution. Frequently, over a short period of time, these relationships (romantic or business) could turn toxic. The last thing you want to be doing is putting yourself in a death spiral of multiple lives with the same soul with no solution in sight. So, as I see it, there are two options: either you commit to the relationship with conscious awareness, actively working to address and learn from past mistakes, or you choose to leave right away and look for someone else with whom you can grow and learn together. The last thing you want to do is stay in what has become a toxic relationship with no resolution in sight. Sadly, many people find themselves in these cycles with no understanding of what is really happening.

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Posted by Valknut3301

I’ve always detested war, not only as a concept or a thing that happens, but specifically for the fact it tears people apart and destroys lives. I guess I know why I’ve always had such a deep, personal disdain for war now.

I now realize I have a deep anger for the way she keeps leaving me, which led me to treat her badly and push her away. I wonder why we have this moth and flame relationship, why we keep returning to one another, even when it ends in heartbreak time and time again.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=zRmJwqVbtQI

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Good for you on the war front, most people choose sides and constantly encourage one side or the other to win, while their souls seek peace only. The conflicted nature of man is as obvious as the horrors of war.

I have found that when you find someone who gives you an immediate, strong connection, you must proceed with caution. Frequently, over a short period of time, these relationships (romantic or business) could turn toxic. The last thing you want to be doing is putting yourself in a death spiral of multiple lives with the same soul with no solution in sight. So, as I see it, there are two options: either you commit to the relationship with conscious awareness, actively working to address and learn from past mistakes, or you choose to leave right away and look for someone else with whom you can grow and learn together. The last thing you want to do is stay in what has become a toxic relationship with no resolution in sight. Sadly, many people find themselves in these cycles with no understanding of what is really happening.

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Thank you for the insight and kind words, rgray222. I learn the hard way, at least this time I did, and I'm moving on in the hopes of finding someone who's good for me and who I can lift up as well.