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On another thread there is talk about reincarnation..
I thought it might be interesting for people who have memory to tell their story...
include how you came to your memory
and why you think it is true.
I have a story but will tell it tomorrow, as suddenly I am having a hard time holding my eyelids up, but I thought others could get started..
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I do not have a reincarnation story or a memory of a past life, but I would absolutely love to find out more about my previous existences ...
For those of us who would like to research this, how would one go about finding out about reincarnations and past lives? Is there a specific type of "psychic" of sorts?
Anyway, I'd love to hear everyone's stories...
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OK - you did ask! :)
1850: My first incarnation in the West
I've told a couple of inspirational stories in the last few weeks. In contrast, this story is one of failure and tragedy. But there will be some aspects of what follows that will ring powerful bells with some readers. - and may be helpful.
I had been in Tibet for hundreds of years. I was a Rinpoche. About 1200 years ago, I was in Shang-Shung - which later became mythologized as Shambhala. I remember it well - but that's a story for another time.
In deep meditation, I'd become aware of an unknown land many thousands of miles away on the other side of the world. I could see the suffering of the people, how their spirituality was barren, and how everything was out of balance. They needed help, and I resolved to incarnate there in my next lifetime.
It was a conscious decision. I had become obsessed with the problems of this distant land many months before I left my body.
I arrived in the west as a small boy in a strict Victorian Family in England, a little north of London. I can see the house clearly, but I've never tried to locate it.
My father was typically Victorian - in fact, an extreme example. He was strict, unemotional, rigid, with a steel discipline. My mother was a lovely person, but was very suppressed - as children also often were.
In that family, I was suppressed totally. I was pretty much locked in my room for the first two years of my life. I had books and toys - but no companionship, love or human contact apart from at mealtimes and when I was dressed in the morning or was put to bed.
It was my father's insane idea of how to bring up a child. It could not have been more different from beloved Tibet where I'd been for over a thousand years.
I entertained myself in my locked room, but was desperately unhappy every long day. At the age of two, a critical event happened: I expressed myself. I let out a long, loud howl of ultimate anguish, pain, despair, bewilderment and loneliness. The response was that my father hit me so hard that I was thrown 10 feet across the room.
In the moment of that incident I made three decisions. These are the kinds of decisions that shape lifetimes and more.
I resolved that:
Those decisions served me for the next 132 years, until I dealt with them in processing this lifetime.
- I must never express myself emotionally. It's dangerous to do so.
- Fathers were bad people, and I must never be one.
- Families were places where bad things happen, and I must never have one.
Eventually - I was let out of the room to begin interacting with the outside world. I'd read every book I could find, and I'd taught myself several languages. I was a messed-up prodigy.
At age 12, I wrote a little book (about 27 pages) entitled A Treatise on the Nature of the Suffering of Man. Not bad for a kid. I've tried to find it, but I cannot. I think it was printed - I can't be sure. It may have been a very limited hand-printing.
I went to Cambridge at the age of 17, and continued to excel academically. I became a Fellow (a lecturer) and the university became my new monastery, which I longed for. There I could have peace and solitude and quiet and interact with people minimally only as I chose.
I had a beautiful oak-paneled study, with a deep leather armchair. I can see it clearly. I think the college may have been St.John's.
I became a recluse, with my books and poetry to protect me. I was incapable of developing or maintaining any human relationships. I was regarded as strange, and had few friends. It's possible I never knew a woman. I did the minimum to maintain my privileged place, and slipped into what would now be called deep clinical depression.
One day, I sat in my leather armchair, closed my eyes (as I often did to escape the world - an instinctive replay of my Tibetan meditation), and never re-opened them again. Four days later, worried colleagues broke down the door to my study and carried my catatonic body off to what I guess was an asylum. My body was still alive, but I think I was long gone by then.
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One reason I'm telling this story is to emphasize that one's first incarnation in the West - whether it's from Tibet, a shamanic indigenous culture, or another planet - it's a tough choice. The first lifetime often does not go well - no matter how prepared one is. It basically just sucks where we are here.
Another reason is that one has to plan in the long term. Our Higher Selves do that, of course, and missions and projects are often conceived across lifetimes as resources and preparatory learning is gathered.
That lifetime started in 1850, but it's only now (four lifetimes later, born in this body in 1953) that I'm doing the job I set myself. My second lifetime in the West was another tragic story, but it was also an inspirational one in which I was a minor public figure and did something rather exceptional in the world of mountaineering.
I can tell that story later: it's a good one. My third lifetime I can remember almost nothing - which indicates that it's highly charged and still deeply buried. And then finally, here I am now.
I'm sure that Victorian lifetime contained many long, lonely months and years. But looking back, it's a click of the fingers: ephemera in the debris of time. Like a day you remember from last week or last month, you can let it go.
In this game we play, remember that nothing really matters - and as I said at the very beginning of my interview with Freedom Central, it's a paradox, because we spend so much time pretending and assuming and behaving otherwise.
Both are simultaneously true, of course, hence the paradox. But remembering where we came from (and of course there were millions of lifetimes before Tibet) is part of re-assembling the big picture for ourselves in which we realize what game-playing beings we are.
As in my mountaineering story told last month (another game!) - it's only when things go wrong that it feels serious.
In the early 90s, I was walking my toddler (boy) down the street on his stroller, when we see an old man coming toward us. The old man was using a walking stick/cane. My little boy sat up on the stroller and pointed to the old man, then said, "Mommy, I had a stick like that one before I died." ... I stopped, too stunned to say anything. As the old man walked past us, my little toddler gave me full details of the walking stick, colour, shape of the handle etc. that he had before he died. He said it matter of fact, no charge, no question about it.
Be back later to finish this...
I have two instances to recount.
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I have to go and tutor a student.
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Firstly, I was in a relationship for three years with a lady who channelled two entities. She was in a permanent communication with these entities. This allowed me to ask questions directly and get a response. Often they would, themselves have something to say and my partner would just spontaneously begin recounting what they were saying. The entities identified themselves as higher density beings from 6th density. They never answered direct questions regarding the future as this was seen as a breach of an individual's karmic path. Prohibited.
They would freely discuss past lives and contemporary events, such as UFO sightings, ETs, soul group relationships and soul vs ego goals and motivations. Sometimes they refused to answer a question and gave no reason. I quizzed them often for long periods of time over the three years.
I learnt many things about how soul groups work, how souls and ego consciousness interact, (mostly they don't at all, in most cases), and I learnt about several of my past lives.
(God, its 92% humidity at present, uncomfortable)
The first past life mentioned was that of a woman. Nobody famous, I did ask her name, but I've forgotten it. She was a nordic woman, a viking. Oddly enough she lived in North America, with an Indian tribe. She had been married to an indian hunter and had two children to him.
Unfortunately he was killed in either a war of while hunting. This put the woman in a bad situation. Though she had been married to one of the tribe, the rest of the tribe ostracised her as
she was seen by the tribe as an outsider. This left here in a fragile position. She remained in her husband's lodge, but was unable to feed her children enough food to provide an adequate diet.
During a bad winter the children died. She was beside herself and was in a very poor condition herself close to death. Her dead husband's brother took pity on her and he took her into his lodge where she remained living with his family until her death.
I think there was a lesson in there somewhere.
The second account is interesting, as my partner was given a vision of what I looked like during that life. She saw my face clearly. During that life I was a giant of a man. I was a chieftain of what at first I thought to be a viking raiding tribe, but the clothing was not typically viking. The warriors wore kilts or skirts with tartan patterns. Though we used long ships for raiding. I thought after doing some research that we may have been Gaels or some similar group.
Our life was a constant battle. We raided towns and looted, killed and burnt them to the ground. That was our life. I was a apparently a good leader and a powerful warrior, feared by my enemies. On an occasion after a raiding expedition against the enemy's towns, we returned to our home. We found that while we were gone, our enemy had mounted an attack on our town and slaughtered everyone and burnt the town to the ground. My entire family had been murdered.
I could not accept what had happened and had gone mad with grief and rage. I organised another attack on my enemies. This would be a final battle for me. We came to battle and I had decided that I would die as I could not live with the grief of what happened to my family. It would be a form of suicide. I entered the battle at the fiercest point and was quickly surrounded by my enemies. I was prepared to die and fought to the death, taking many of them with me until I was killed.
There is a lesson in there somewhere.
Several years ago I attended a group past life regression. To make a long story short when I was asked to find a mirror and look in it I saw a turquoise colored male reptilian face encrusted with jewels looking back at me. Time frame was ancient times,and purpose was conquest. That left me shaking in my shoes!
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.
Thanks for sharing, Bill.
I have had experienced moments in which previous lives has come through as a day dream with a deja vu feeling. The only way that can describe it as if reliving a strong memories from a past dream. This has become more pronounced in the last 6 months.
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I think in my previous life, I was a gannet because I love the air, sea and Earth, and above all I love taking risks such as seabirds that plunge from the cliffs. But I found no discomfort, only happiness, love the adrenaline in my present life !
I have confirmed, this from several of mediums, one being an Indian, the other a friend of mine, and the other a lady i visited at her psychic store.When i was a younger, I have had lucid dreams of this, but I was never that cognizant to confirm if it was a "past life memory" or not...
I was a noble or part of royalty in Great Britain, some time, in the late 1800's. I was married at around 14 years old.. to a wealthy upper class 40 year old man... This part IS from my memory. I remember he use to be obsessed with knives and his old collection of old worldly weapons... he use to sit in his chair and clean them and look at them for quite some time! W-e it was his hobby XP. He was particularly funny at teasing me with them (In a bad way). He was dark and eccentric. I had two dogs sometimes i can remember their names...no children. My cottage, was located by a beautiful meadow,and It was very "picturesque". I could see the seasons change and it was very lovely. Later on my husband died mysteriously... perhaps someone killed him (i dont know) and i took soul ownership of his property :] and all his memorabilia...XP.
The guy who use to torment me with knives and such... his name now is Jorge. He is my best friend. I can remember our past lives CLEARLY when we both meditate together. This is all i can confirm from this past life, apparently i had another, but that one i cant remember.
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I like to think that in a previous life I was a gannet, it's more gratifying and positive.
It is true that to see these Gannets is a spectacle in itself. There are so many that we can not imagine that they return year after year even find their mate ! My faith, one might even say they have exemplary behavior for us humans. They protect their young, against all odds, they feed them, push them toward life and are faithful ! Yet they are separated throughout the year, then the spirit of survival takes over. Merci Jorr:)
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I had a dream I was running from someone, turned and looked in a mirror. I was amazed I had turned into a 16 yr. old south american or middle eastern. I did a "home alone" with my hands and was so happy I had a new body. My thoughts at the time of wakeing were ...past life, future life, I was actually a walk in? Either way I was happy to have had the experience
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Reincarnation for me has answered the big question, why are we here, i like to think of life as playing a role, we are all on stage (earth) there is evidence that time is just a three dimensional allusion and we are alive in thousands of bodies all at the same time as our consciousness is of a quantum state that can be in multiple places at the same time.
Most of my dreams now are so real and unrelated to my current life that i feel im viewing what is going on in some of these other lives.
Another reason for seeing time as allusionary is some dreams can contact the future, as there is only now.
I decided to post this after reading Inelia's post, In the very early nineties my mother and I were on our way to visit my grandfather, on the way we past a high rise block of flats and I told my mum "I used to live there, it used to be a prison" I must have been two or three years old at most, I don't remember saying this to my mum but I do remember arriving at my grandfathers home. There he confirmed to my mum that the area in question had in-fact been a WWII pow camp. As I grew up I conducted a small amount of research on the camp and confirmed its existence but more importantly I vividly remember living in this prison, I too had a walking stick, mine had the head of a duck carved into it at the handle and I remember how I received it. I recall most of that life,including being released and dying alone not far from where I live today.
I was somewhere around the wall of china area, in the life just before this one, upon death I left to the southwest. Two life ago I died from a stab wound in a battle even though I was wearing heavy armour. It seems that I have a strong connection with Tibet.
Many thanks for your stories. This is fascinating reading.
Does anyone have advice on what is the best way to discover your past lives. Its something Im interested in discovering but I must admit i am at a loss at where to start.
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My daughter who was 2 at the time, use to sit and talk to her grandpa. She new his name, what he did for a living, where he lived, this was not her current grandfather. There was no way she could have known this information unless she came into this world with it. It use to stop me in my tracks when she was conversing with him. Such intimate detail, it was astonishing. What color his shirt was etc. She was precocious and bright at 2 but only having lived another life time could she have such detail. Her favorite saying when things did not go well would be in such matter of fact manner was, "life is life" such insight for such a young person.
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Thank you for your post Icecold, I was very interpellé. The reincarnation can be understood in a certain way: There is a possibility that the same proportion of conscience, who once was a soul, shaped by chance at a new soul, but in the general case there is no such possibility. Similarly, the same bubble may give a new bubble in the ocean, but it is generally not so, for either half, one quarter or even a hundredth part could be grouped into other atoms of water and a bubble would have occurred otherwise. In both cases, the soul must immerse themselves in consciousness before being alive enough to manifest itself again. Therefore, we can not call it the "Same soul" because it is completely pure of its previous conditions. It's like a drop of ink when it falls into the ocean water mixes with water and the substance of the ink drops to the bottom, it never stays as a drop of ink separate but it is pure as the ocean. If it was removed from the water, it would show more substance before. Such is the nature of the soul once submerged in the ocean of consciousness.
Well i did not remember my past lives but I was doing research on past lives and came across an interesting article about past lives and birthmarks. Now I have a birthmark on my upper right leg and since I was a very young boy I thought that it looked like a diamond(similar to the diamond you find on playing cards).
Anyway I decided to ask my spirit guide if this birthmark was related to a past life. I was told that during one of my past lives I was a English squire or servant and it was during one of the wars between England and France when I was in France that there was a raid on the camp, here I received a fatal arrow in the leg. At the time of hearing this I thought how could anybody die from a shot in the leg but after doing some research I found that it is very easy to die from such a wound because of some major arteries. My birthmark is directly above the main artery in the upper leg. The fact that I still have this mark may point to the possibility that my soul still carries some trauma of this event.
Other than that I asked how many times I had been reincarnated, which I was given the answer 5 times over the past 1000 years although I do not know the stories behind those lives. Most of the time I have been a man with the exception that I may have been a Japanese women in a past life. This I found interesting because I have fondness for anything Japanese.
As for actually remembering your past lives that signifies a key stage in ones spiritual development. I have yet to get to this stage but hope to in this lifetime.
I have two phobia's that I know are related to one or more past lives .
One is unfortunately cats . When I look at them my first reaction is of disdain . I just remembered when editing this post the disdain comes from the cats being treated in such high reguard compared to humans.
The other "Hugh" phobia I have is of water inhalation . I was compelled to move from the desert where I grew up to an area in the Pacific NW where I'am surrounded by water . I have always known I have to be here to the point I left the desert area I grew up in with 300.00 in my pocket an no place to work or stay. That was 20 years ago but I know I am suppose to be here in order to resolve issues in this life time .
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When I was about thirteen my Mum sent me to some barefoot, bearded regression therapist. I never really understood why, and he didn't seem to like me much.
Anyway, I had a 'vision' while with him, and I had it again in later life (having completely forgotten about it). It was brief, very potent, and repetitive. I was wearing a purple cloak and standing atop some very tall structure that looked like sandstone or similar. I was very high up, and way below me was an enormous ocean of people all shouting my name up at me. I had my right arm raised - palm down - in a rather Hitlerian way, and felt extremely purposeful and - above all - inspirational to the people. Can't and couldn't then for the life of me conjure the name, and I think it was an unfamiliar word or name, which would make it difficult, I suppose. Two syllables though.
My whole childhood I had a fascination with the Roman Empire, though today I largely despise it (often emotionally as well as intellectually, in the same way I also despise even the mention of Cromwell). Even if I was a Caesar then, I suppose I could also have lived a good few lives in between that would have given me good cause to hate the Romans. They got about after all.
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A method I read about, and used successfully all three times I used it, to see past lives is this:
Lie down at night, in the darkness, when all has quieted down. Lie flat on your back, with your arms by your side.
(Use this method of self-hypnosis to tap into your sub-conscious.)
Close your eyes, do some deep breathing in order to relax.
At this point, consciously express your desire to see a past life. (This is important.)
Then, slowly, starting with your feet, and working your way up your body, focus on one particular part of your body, until it seems to have 'disappeared', continuing to move up to calves, knees, thighs, hips, abdomen...at some point you will slip into the 'other' and will see a past life.
Like I said, this worked the three times I did it.
The three I saw were:
1. A girl of about 10, on a southern plantation, pre-Civil War. My father was the owner and was very wealthy having many slaves. I was the only thing he hated for even though I was his daughter, I suffered a very serious mental disability, and I embarrassed him to the point of his being cruel and abusive towards me all the time. I wore clothing of that era. A beautiful lacy-ruffly, floor length gown, but I was disheveled and my well-manicured hair was in total disarray. He was screaming at me. I died of a broken heart shortly after. (I knew this man was my present husband.)
2. Old West...I was a dance-hall girl..performing on a stage before the leering men. Wearing a red satiny, very revealing bustier and fishnet stockings. I was glorying over how I was tempting and tantalizing one man in particular, who was standing right beneath me where I was performing on the stage. I gloried in how I knew he was obsessed with me, but I knew I was taking it to the limit, and would never give him any satisfaction, but making a mockery of him (He also was my present husband, and I was getting back at him.)
3. I was a native woman, living on an island in the Pacific's. Sitting by my grass hut on a sunny day, working on some basketry, and a group of soldiers came rushing into the small village, guns drawn and ready for death and destruction. I died that day, slaughtered.
I've also seen a past life in which I was a young girl, maybe 4-5, on the 3rd or 4th floor of a tall apartment building, in a city I believed to be London. It was nighttime. All of a sudden the loud sirens are going off, and we're being blitzed. Planes coming in from every direction, dropping bombs and firing on everything. I also died this night.
Try this technique. Wish I could give you the name of the book, but it was awhile ago.
Thank you all for your stories and I hope more will come.
I found it interesting that several were dated around 1850..
My story will show you three ways to either get in contact or remember past lives.
Now I will tell you mine.
In my early 20's I developed a great desire to know the truth about reincarnation. I prayed for an answer.
One fall I traveled with friends to Mexico. We camped on a beach near Mulege. One of the women I was with had taken an interest in the process of past life regression and we decided that she should practice her techinque with me.
It was a very basic and simple hypnotic suggestive process...
In no time its effects were upon me. I was in trance for about 1.5 hours.
The first thing I remember is opening my eyes in the myst, looking out over a body of water. I was watching for a ship to come.. I became aware that I came to this small cliff by this body of water frequently to watch. but to also just sit in peace and to be...like I went there to meditate.
Slowly the story started to unravel...
The first physical thing I saw besides the water and myst were my hands... they were tanned and worn from work in the soil.
I remebered being young when my parents died and I was raisded by an uncle and when I asked for a date the year 1853 was given to me... that is exactly 100 years before my current birthdate. My uncle was a kind man and well enough to do to have a fine carriage with a beautiful black horse. We would ride in this carriage to attend church every Sunday in a small white church with a steeple. The minister of the Baptist church took a liking to me and in time we became involved in a realtionship that was not considered "christian" During this time my uncle died... and I became pregnant.
I owned a small farm which ran along this body of water where I would go to watch... but the watching had not started in this part of my life.. I was about 14 when I got pregnant. With my uncle gone I was very distressed as to what to do... So I went to the preacher, who's name was John, to tell him and had hoped for a marriage but instead I got a curse and condemnation from him
There had been another young man, also named John, who had expressed interest in me but who I had refused.. He had joined up with a ship to be a mariner. I contacted him and told him I would like to marry him and we did so shortly after even though he promised me a difficult life as he was now signed up and commited and could not escape his sea mariner fate. Shortly after he took to the sea but would return for months at a time and he would help me to work the land and provide money and some security. He was a good man and he helped to raise the boy be believed to be his son.
This is when the watching started and I would go to the water and watch for his ship. Mostly I would meditate when I was there. I remember actually meditating.
I have come to believe that I resided along the Potomic River or one of its shipping tributaries
When our son was 13 he left home to seek his fortune and I never saw him again.. this was sometime after I decided that my husband was lost at sea for he never returned.
Sometime during this.. and it is not clear.. I became pregnant again with his daughter and at the age of two or so she died. It was in the middle of winter and the ground was frozen hard.. I had little money... I took her body and burned it in our oven. As I remembered this I cried though the whole retelling.
Things in this part of recall seemed mixed up and I was not sure If I was tuning into a different life or not.
The end of my live was a conscious decision. I decided I did not want to live anymore.. I was about 34 years old. I went into my house and went to bed... and willed myself... then through mediation..I left my body and never returned. It seemed to take about 3 days.
So there I was with this story in my head, and although I truly wanted to know if reincarnation was real I did not see that this was proof.. it felt like a story that I had made up... this story that constantly repeated itself in my head... drilling drilling drilling my brain... continously... almost like there was more to it that I somehow had to get to for me to have rest from it.
After this experience it seemed like my ability to feel and perceive greatly increased. After I got home I could draw images of other past life people I had been. One was a Navtive American woman, and by her dress I assume after the white man came, she appeared very proud and well dressed. Another was a woman in some sort of temple, elegantly dressed,, but I sensed she was a slave... who was hiding... she was very afraid.. If hypnosis does not work for you try drawing.
Then two years later I was living North of San Francisco and I decided to go into the city to attend a class on alternative medicine taught by an up and coming practitioner... it was now about 1978. When I entered the class our eyes met and it was like we knew we were connected in some way... in time a very awarkward romance started to develop.
One day he came up to visit me where I lived in Sonmona County and we went for a walk on a beach... During this walk the topic of reincarnation came up and I asked him his opinion about it..He said that he did not believe in it but thought it could be possible. Then he went on to tell me how his friends had been seeing what they considered to be a very credible psychic and they wanted him to go too.. but he was not inclined to spend money on such foolishness... but his friends insisted and even paid his way so he went...
As we walked along the beach he started to tell me what the psychic said.. and as he did so I will always remember how he picked up a piece of driftwood and cast it into the water as he told me that the psychic believed he was a sailor in a prevous life, but who also had a farm which was unusual for a mariner, and his name was John, and the year was 1853 and that he had perished at sea.
I cannot tell you how stunned I was! I almost fell down.
But I did not say anything to him ... how could I? Here was the spririt that I had lied too... led him to beleive that the child he thought was his own was not.
We continued to see each other a few times more.. Finally I went to Berkely with the intent of telling him my truth, regardless if he did not believe.. I had to tell him.. I could not see any other reason for us being together.. although he was a bright and determined young man and blosseming in who he was I could clearly see that we were a mismatch... so I went to him. I didnt try to justify or explain... or to make him believe. I just calmly said that they child we had was not his and that I was sorry for misleading him. I opened the door and walked out. He did not come after me..thank god! I never talked with him again.
In 1980 I had moved to Taos and there made many new firends... one friend, who felt like a father to me, when he found out that I was making a short trip to Cleveland insisted that I go see a psychic he knew there. He wanted me very much to have a reading by her... so much so that he insisted on paying for the meeting.. so I went.
This woman did a reading for me,, she said that I had had many thousands of lives.. and she focused on one that was before recorded time where I was some kind of healer who did birthing and death ceremonies... Hmmm I though. Becoming a midwife had long been in my mind...
eventually it came to be, as well as one who helps to escort dying people to the other side...a work I was immersed in for 6 years.
So out of this experience it seems to me that some psychics really do have the capacity to see where you have been.
When I was in the process of deciding if I should go to midwifery school or not I asked for a sign. I needed to know that this was what I needed to do right now.. I felt in turmoil and felt like I needed to decide soon... I went to a friends house... just moments before I asked for a sign that this was in alignment.. I went into her living room and opened a magazine within 30 seconds of calling out ... I opened the magazine to a full face photo of the man who had been my mariner husband in the previous life. I closed the magazine, went home and made arrangements for school and was off to it a few weeks later.
So this does play out into my current life... here I am married to a man named John, 25 years now. But when we first got together I became pregnant.. Oh my god... I had to run.. and I did... from Texas to Hawaii, to Oregon.. I had the child alone refusing to set any kind of stage to manipulate him into anything.. He knew the child was coming and he wanted to try to make a go of it but I ran.... but I could not run for long.. when our son was 11 months old my High Self opened the door and stepped in... insisting that this child know his father... I had no recourse but to obey. I sent John a letter and he came from Texas and beckoned to meet me three days later in a forest in Oregon.... and so my son and I , we went, and so it went, to this day we are a family.
During my regresion in Mulege back in 76 I also had another memory open. I was alone at this time on the beach. (i dont know how to turn this italic print off! it has no particular meaning) I was alone on the beach and the skies were filled with stars... there was a star cluser that caught my attention, one I did not know the name off... suddenly it was like a tunnel of energy opened between me and that cluster and an overwhelming knowing came upon me... I knew I was looking upon my home.. I knew that that was where I was from. I knew that I had come from there long long ago and had come to dedicate myself to humanity... later I found out that this star cluster is called Pleiades.. My souls origins is from Pleiades.. or at least my last place of residence before joining the human familty. This knowing has has great impact on my life, giving me strength and understanding as to my immortaltiy, and hence courage and grace under fire.
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Thank you, Bill and
Speaking of going from East to West………….
I have always had an affinity for most things Asian. Books, movies, music, pictures of that part of the world created a peace and a longing in me that I couldn’t quite explain. In a past life recall session I discovered why. I have only told a few people this story.
I had a lifetime during the same time that Gautama Siddhartha (Buddha) was alive. He traveled with a small group of assistants across the countryside lecturing. They would stay in an area for a short while and then move on. I was so fortunate to hear him speak on several occasions and even got to ask him a question myself, albeit with trembling voice. I wanted desperately to travel with him and learn more and be in that select group but, as he advised us all, staying to study and teach in our respective areas would be more helpful at that time. And so I did.
I have a vivid memory of the bright light colored yellow aura that surrounded him and his followers and the incredible inspiring, encompassing love with which he spoke and which enveloped all people and things in his vicinity.
Lastly, how different to live in a culture that valued and honored the pursuit of spiritual knowledge as the noblest of endeavors (India, Then) as opposed to a culture that views it as an oddity and a curious sideline (West, Now).
Here’s to a new civilization with a better set of priorities.
I find it interesting that we can not only self determine for our current life but for other lifetimes as well. I have been working on a plan for another life. So many people struggle to be done with this place called earth as their human form, but I love earth and humanity... so planning for my next adventure seems appropriate. Bill, do you see yourself dreaming into another incarnation as you did once before?Quote:
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sometimes I feel such dreams should not be spoken about as it may dissapate the energy though the ill inent of others or their disbelief.
Some years ago when I was avidly practicing meditation I decided to shift my focus to past life meditations. One morning I suddenly found myself in my first past life experience in ancient Rome. On an interesting note, I was not only experiencing the life but concurrently observing it as well.
I was a slightly taller than average, slim male in my late 30s or early 40s with dark skin and short dark hair and balding on top. The younger son of a senator, I lived in the country on the family farm to avoid Rome and was a physician trained in Egypt. Both parents and brothers were gone and I had inherited the farm.
In the moment I observed/experienced, I was advising a friend of my father, a fellow ex-senator, who had problems with his heart. He was heavy. I spoke with him about diet, herbal concoctions steeped in warmed wine and gentle exercise. He was seated in a large chair and I was standing near the wall with the window to my left and in front. There was little furniture in the room altho there was a weaving on the wall behind the senator.
I could feel the heat of the day coming thru the window and the cool stones beneath my sandaled feet; hear the birds and chickens, goats and cattle outside - and many more details. It was late springtime and the smells were fresh and sweet. There was a well outside the window in the courtyard and family servants moving about. I can describe the off-white short toga-type garment with short sleeves and a darker sand colored vest-like garment over it. The senator was wearing one that was a much finer material, a dark reddish color that was longer.
After speaking of his health and past times, I walked him out where his servants were waiting to take him home.
There have been others, but that was the first!
Yes, it seems that some of my memory was quite visceral.. feeling it like my body now, both feeling and observing simultaneouslyQuote:
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Has anybody here tried the oposite to ones past life, ie progressing to a future life, some years back now i read a book by a Jet B Snow and Helen Whambach , they used hypnosis to progress people to their future lives.
It seemed to confirm for me my thoughts on the idea that all our lives past present and future are being experienced all at the same time.
I feel consciousness exists in a quantum state that only uses the brain as an interface to exist in the third dimension ie Earth plane.
Out of body experiences confirms this separate realm of consciousness from the brain.
Apparently many of these people who were projected to a future life in America seemed to be experiencing some sort of catastrophy somewhere arond the years 2160 and2311
The Book was called, "Mass Dreams of The Future"
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Here’s to a new civilization with a better set of priorities.
Indeed.
Or at least a culture that gives one a choice, without dogma.
If I had been born into a climate as harsh and cold as Tibet
I might have clung to the idea of never having to incarnate again.
But then which planet would be the one?
Is there a planet called Nirvana?
And then for Christians in the West, neither reincarnation, nor space are given as options,
...just the Kingdom of Heaven.
Not a bad place if one had the pleasure to be allowed a preview during this life....
yet I have met so few who had such a glimpse...
I feel the possibilty is real to create into the future and I have been contemplating this for a time..Quote:
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we could create ourselves into the bloodlines through reincarnation into that of our adversaries and heal the rift from within... incarnating with our wisdom and love to reconstruct a hellish culture in the making.. by actually being their children.
I posted this story in another thread, but thought that it could be told here as well.
My younger brother is six years my junior (I don't say little, you'd get it if you met him) We were traveling to an air show at Wright Patterson AFB in Dayton, Ohio. My brother was three and I was nine.
We passed by some of the old barracks that looked like small hangars, the ones that look like a piece of culvert.
He piped up, saying "I used to live in a house like that."
Mom: "We've never lived in a house like that."
Brother: "Uh-huh, I did."
Mom: "When was that?"
Brother: "When my name was Zimmer."
We were, needless to say, all dumbfounded, and my brother never mentioned it again. I asked my mother about this again a few years ago, just to make sure I wasn't imagining it or remembering something incorrectly. Mom assured me that it happened just like I remembered it.
That story reminds me of what my son said.
He was about 6 years old and we were spending some time with Hemyost Storm, a Native American medician man. He and my 6 year old son went for a walk and my son started telling him that in another life he was a Japanese warrior who was slain. Storm came back and told me.
I never talked to him about it but just watched as the years went by. He was always enamored by all things Japanes, including animi and cartoons. He took Japanes language classes and recently had a Japanese girlfriend that he talked about going to Japan to visit after she left the states... glad he didn't follow up on that one.
I lived in Egypt 1500 b.c. as a scribe studying the stars and ancient writings. Then again in 1482 a.d. I lived in Scotland. This is all new to me and I'm still learning but, you would be suprised how many lives you have had.
My second last life. I had wrote this up in the atticus avatar thread and pulled it. Here it is now:
Yes, life contains both the beauty and the horror juxtaposed as a set of points --searching for balance. In my second last life, I received a full 'birth to death' download of it, at the age of 13 (mentioned before).
I remember meeting my soon to be wife at a Ball,and us dancing. I was Southern Louisiana French, with a touch of Indian I think. That is a chunk of my bloodlines here today. My family were plantation owners, and I was largely/partially raised by a loving black woman.
After the War..I would get to marry my Southern Belle.
But first..the war.
The war was frightening. I was very scared at first. Then I overcame my fears and started to get the hang of it. To think clearly in difficult and dangerous situations.
After while I became so good, that near the end, I was a captain and running my own group..as a 'guerrilla' warfare tactic crew of other Southern French men and misfits. The unwanted.
We were used as cannon fodder, to break the northern lines. The expendables, we were.
The South did not trust us, so they used us to that advantage in those risky tactics.
I cared for my men, I watched them individually die under my command. Some always dying and then the replacements coming in, the size of the group always varying as we were used and abused. We had a core, that worked like an engine. A well oiled machine. The only way to stay alive.
To prevent their death, I had to kill as many young, strong, intelligent men of the Northern army who's flank I was attacking.. as I could. I came in on horseback, most times, if I had a horse, as they tend to go down fast with single shot rifles and flank attacks at point blank range, with all those super long guns and bayonets.
My men had to be in front of my horse... and wade in. To attack..and keep those bayonets off me, off my horse.
My job was to be the rallying point, that was in plain sight..and to use that vantage point to see the best and smartest men in the Northern flank. for those young men were like me. They were getting their wits about them and getting it together ....under the mess- of the horror of war.
At almost any time in the battle (the very point of us being in that spot) I could see them trying to get attention down the line, to call down the line..to bring attention down on the flank attack.
It was my job to spot them, and bring my Navy Colt down to bear on them....and shoot them in the only spot I could see. In the head. We had to keep fighting as hard as we could, until and when/if that line broke. Sometimes it never broke. When in the whirlwind and in the mill like that, all we could do.. is try and stay alive and hope the attention would turn to us, and the main army would come in. If not, many to most... would die. We tended to be part of the opening gambit. Tough day job.
The first time I picked up a Colt peacemaker (a very similar weapon), it was the weirdest feeling in the world. I knew I was a good shot. Lots of practice.
There is more, as I went home, married my Belle.... and had five beautiful children who surrounded me at my deathbed.
When we released our slaves (whom we tended to treat like family) after the war, I think I recall giving them land, if they wanted it.
I woke up dying that life (at age (just) 13, here), on my deathbed, speaking and thinking in southern Louisiana French, 19th century. Blew my gaskets, I can tell you. WTF!!?!?!
Memories are not complete, as we don't need to remember all of it, unless we desire to. We just need to remember the important critical lessons. Those are to be the strongest within us. The meanings. The Gestalt.
This life is different.
As they all are.
Redemption comes for everyone. Balance searches for it's point, it's vantage point of the still and the understanding. The balance... of the knowing.... of the dark and the light.
A Lama in Dharamsala claimed to know me from another time and I was around a Quija board in younger and stupider days, something there then claimed to be an architect of pyramids who/that knew me well.shrugs. Not so interesting but just trying to participate.
I have no memories of past lives or anything, but I do have one memory that is still crystal clear in my head.
As I recall, it was late one night and my family were driving somewhere when their Volkswagon Bus broke down on an overpass. I remember my dad stepping out to see what the problem was. This night was especially dark and hazy. I remember seeing the Lime Green VW bus on top of the overpass with the dim glow of the street light illuminating the bus below.
Now that is all of the memory that I have of that instance. However, when I was around 5 or 6, I remember my parents telling me and my 2 sisters about that old lime green VW bus they used to have. My eldest sister was old enough to remember what happened, while my other sister was only 2 years old at the time. Without much thought, I blurted out, "OH YEAH!!! I remember that! We were on the bridge at night when the bus broke down!"
My parents looked at me with a stunned look, and said......"Son, that is impossible, you were not born at that time. You were in your mothers womb when that happened" I then described what I remembered to them, including the color of the VW Bus, the time it happened, and the location it happened at. I had never heard my parents tell that story up until then. There is no way that I could have known about that without having actually been there.
As I've grown up, only a couple more details of that memory have come to me. It was the fact that I remember actually being about 20 feet behind the vehicle the whole time. I was tall (as tall as I am now-6'3") and I was walking towards the vehicle.
My impression is that on that particular night, I chose that family that was stalled on an overpass, late at night, and in an UGLY GREEN VW BUS! I am thankful every day for how lucky I am to have the family that I do, and to have chosen to belong to such a wonderful family unit.
I am not sure if it was a memory of reincarnation but i have a story.
I was in my deep meditation Suddenly I found my self in a movie style dream.
but It was very fast forward. They called me Ella when I was a child. And I milked horse and my mother put it some vase shape container.
I was riding horse at large lands like a riding bicycle around house's perimeter.
I played strange game with my peers we ride horse with a long stick we were chasing each other and try to touch other's body. We were living at tent it was bigger than other neighbor's tent.
I grown up, people around me was calling me Ataella. Night times I was sitting around fire with my friends and drinking horse milk. Test was like malted cottage cheese.
I had a big sword and was wearing leather closes. One day I was at fight with my friends I saw my sword touch to somebody and redness came like a lightening suddenly I become back to my body at meditation state.