I was born with a deep black large birthmark on my head. It was at a point that it might grow down into my face. It had to be surgically removed. Im 54 and for many years I was a missionary to India and I pastored a church in Texas. I’ve since come to know Dr Stevenson and understand the significance of birthmarks. I totally belief in reincarnation. The why is still a mystery, but I digress. I’ve always been fascinated by ancient Japan and have been watching Shogun on FX. I am enthralled to the point of tears. I was born and raised in the south and couldn’t be more removed from that life. But I am just overwhelmed with the feeling of connection. I can’t help but think it’s because of who I was before this life.

Hello everybody. This subreddit feels to well understand the matter of past lives. I'm a doctor a thing that means that any references to such things could be received in a very negative way.

So here's my story. I'm a 32 yo who always felt that there is something more than this life. I had some weird things happen to me and I would like those of you who know more than me in this aspect to help me.

Firstly, I used to have (but now extremely rarely) weird dreams that felt like I was living my body. I literally felt like I was wondering in my house or in other far places. I even recall finding something that I had lost in one of these nights. When the dream ended I felt returning to my bed at an extremely high velocity. Could this be astral projection? It used to happen quite often.

Secondly, always had the feeling of missing a brother. I never had a brother and I always wanted one, yet somehow there was pain inside me. It always felt like I had one and then I lost him. I'm having memories of a person that we used to hang around. I had them since I was a child but they were not things that had actually happened

Thirdly, I always had weird nightmares. There was always blood. I wasn't scared. Blood is like half of my profession. I would see blood in my face, in my hands. I would then see an autopsy. That's a constant. I'm still seeing that. Even before seeing an autopsy in med school, I knew how it was performed, I had freaking seen it a thousand times. I have nightmares of someone screaming. I'm not scared of them or upset, I'm calling them nightmares because the content is negative.

Lastly, I met someone a colleague (he's a surgeon, 39yo in the hospital I'm working). I have to say here that he gained my attention from the first moment. I'm a gay guy and this could make things more complicated BUT this was different. It was not the feeling of liking someone that you think is cute/hot or whatever. I just couldn't take my eyes off him. It felt such a relief to look at him. I knew there was no reason so I just ignored this feeling. We didn't have an eye contact until I was the anaesthesiologist in one of his operations. He then looked at me like he had seen a ghost or something. He would stare when he thought I didn't know. He never talked until one day he asked my name and then he left without even saying a word. He would avoid me. A bit later, during a late night shift where he felt sensitive I guess he said that I remind him of his brother. It's a very long story but his brother had died many years ago. He showed me a photo of his and he was right we really look similar. Too similar. He was a doctor as well. He said he avoided me because it hurts to look at me. His death was violent it involved blood and an autopsy. However even if I did accept the concept of past lives.. the timing does not match right? I has already been born before he died. But in all sincerity, my soul, my body or whatever you call it reacts to him. And so does he.

Could someone give me some insight about all these? I'd really appreciate it.

During 2020, when I was stuck at home I came across the viral past life regression meditation video by Brian Weiss.

While this meditation was happening, a vivid image and a name kept passing through my mind.

In the meditation phase around me I saw myself in a room with rose wood (sort of this dark glazed wooden) floor and an adjoining book shelf, and the room had a bay window looking into the meadow.

The whole place had the vibe of an old English aristocrat house and I saw myself in there in the 1920s. And only one name kept appearing to me while I was there... Edwina.

This is when I woke up from the meditation and googled the name. The first result of that came was that of Lady Edwina Mountbatten. I'm unsure whether to call the next part as a coincidence or not as it sort of freaked me out. The first coincidence that freaked me out was the fact that I was born on the same day as her... 100 years apart.

The second was that I was born in the same country as the place where she was the last Vicereine of.

Third is that from a younger age I've always had a fascination and affinity for British history (especially royalty).

I've always felt I belonged and live for the more finer and luxurious things in life as if it's always how it's supposed to have been.

I'd appreciate it if someone could offer some insight whether this is just my mind recognising random patterns or there could be something beyond?

From a very early age I recall being intrigued by the spiritual/magical world. I don't know where it came from, but I knew there was more out there. I even went as far as touching all the things I liked in stores and wishing they'd be in my bedroom when I woke up the next day lol, when it wouldn't happen I would be disappointed but I continued doing it for some time just knowing that it is possible (It never happened and I eventually got angry and gave up lol).

I've been thinking about this a lot now, where did those ideas come from? I don't recall a single instance where the seed was planted that these things could be possible, it was this intense knowing from inside. Recently I've been having repetitive dreams of being executed for being some sort of spiritual teacher in different centuries. I feel like this knowing within me as a child was coming from what I knew/experienced in past lives. What do you think?

I feel like this sounds insane so I’m being skeptical with myself and kind of calling it coincidence at the moment. But now things are getting strange, I don’t know. Since I was 13 there has been a reoccurring stranger I have seen in multiple odd happenstances. The first time I saw them, it was a video of a musician busking on YouTube. I wanted to start busking at a young age and such and I somehow came across a few videos of them playing. I had been saving many videos of buskers at that age to just take notes and learn to overcome my stage fright. At that time I thought nothing of them. Fast forward to high school, I liked a musicians page on Facebook that was suggested to me by a friend. When I opened it, I swore I recognized them. Since it was such a small page with like 100 followers, I saw the next day they added me as a friend on Facebook, they had also added my friend who suggested them to me as well. (Mind you, me and this stranger live in different states very far from eachother. They’re also four years older than me.) After that there were brief moments where I’d see their stuff online but other than that I just thought it was funny when I realized I had seen them on a video years before. Then in the past four years, things have shifted. In 2020 my business account on IG had started to pick up and I recognized the name of him on IG the second I saw the follow. That’s when I started to feel a tad paranoid but after some time I let it go, as I realized FB/social media will suggest people you know. Last year though I went on vacation and I happened to run into them busking, this had been the first time I’d seen them in person. I tipped a few bucks and we chatted only briefly. It was small talk, and that was it but I had mentioned we were Facebook friends and he laughed saying he knew he recognized me somewhere. I’m not sure why but our small talk felt like friends who had known each other for years… Sure we knew each other online but we never spoke online. Ever since that meeting, I’ve now seen him on tiktok filmed by other people. People I don’t follow on tiktok, instead it was just a viral clip- I’m not sure what to do with this realization but I know I will run into him again at this point and maybe I’ll reach out about playing music together. However, does anyone think this is some sort of coincidence? I feel somewhat indifferent about it as if I already know I’ll meet and talk to him again I’m sure, it mostly just feels like a long lost friend situation in my mind. Who knows, I’m just letting life run its course.

The main question is I'm carrying a huge load of karmic debts and realationships in form of bad karma I may have done and still am not being able to wrap my mind around it I need to know the answers the lessons of my past lives and selves.

Do you think that there's a coincidence that you meet someone that you two immediately drawn a strong connection and attraction between eachother? But also, you both are compatible astrologically? As well, you both have karmic debts, although different, placed against you?

Hello everyone!

So my question is, how do people who are born into rich families, who have pretty privilege and live an amazing lifestyle attain this.

Do they decide to come back into an easier life, after living a particularly hard life.

Or I read somewhere that if you do a lot of charity work, you end up living a good life in the next one.

If someone decides to do good deeds, with the intent of reincarnating as a rich person, with pretty privilege in their next life - does this conscious intention offset the innate morals of that person. Surely you should do a good deed to help others because you want to, not because it will bring you good karma for your next life?

Well this night i had a memory coming up of a Parallel lifetime of this one. I was living in a house with my mother (same from this version) and her abusive boyfriend( also the same). But the house I've never saw before.. Well, I had a very small bedroom in it. And a good friend of mine ( also in this version) called me. So I got outside of the house and walking outside while talking to him. In the meantime I heard my mom's boyfriend call me angry from the house. The next scene i was back in my bedroom. And my mom was there to say " that I had to stay in my bedroom otherwise I get killed" Because abusive boyfriend was out of his mind.. The next scene i was holding a plastic wash tub in front of me and the abusive asshole was kicking it, and it was broken in seconds. I screamed to him that I wasn't afraid of him. And I " knew" here that I was going to die. Like If i was two persons at once, me comforting myself in this scene that it was ok. He was kicking and stabbing me. And it felt like I fell through a window in some moment. The last scene was where I was laying down. I couldn't move but it felt like I was crying. I heard my mom talking in a very unbothered way to her boyfriend " well, now she's handicapped". It was all traumatic and still I was trying to guide myself through this. That asshole then was gone and I could only look straight , and could see he was holding a rifle. Well I knew it was soon over. After this I woke up. And was crying over how fckd up this was. I haven't slept since and it's morning now anyway.

And yes this life my mom and her boyfriend have been the same. Abusive, and my mom taking his side over me. My mother is dead since 2018. Her abusive boyfriend is still alive, obviously there's no contact. But recently I have saw him at the grocery store again. And I can't describe the feeling I felt..

When my real father died, my mom got this new boyfriend two years later. The second he set a foot in the doorway that time u felt my heart sank too my feet, like you would see the Boogeyman kind of vibe.

What I do found fascinating is that the last good thing I heard in that parallel version was the voice of my friend on the telephone.. And i always thought he had a soothing voice so that's noteworthy to say the least

So I am an identical twin and super close to my sister.

I was wondering if one of us were to leave before the other, would we still be together in every lifetime.

What happens if a soul has learnt its life lessons but still commits suicide.

The first image that popped into my head when I was prompted was me standing on a hill, perhaps a lookout. There was no one around. I remember feeling very certain and confident in myself, as well as content and happy. I looked down at what I wore, which were chains and metal. I was wearing some armor. The shoes as I remember was not metal but I had metal on my hands and down my body.

The next visualisation prompted by the question 'where are you in 5 years time' was in a banquet hall eating good food and just having a great time. There was a raucous and it was all action. Really cool. Again, I was happy, confident and content. I was definitely some sort of leader. I think not only a knight but part of the noble ranks.

When I was prompted as to what country or where I was, I couldn't tell. Denmark popped in mind but so did England, partly because I associated the banquet hall with medieval history books that I'd learnt in school (in real life).

When I woke up and asked the internet about the armor styles in Denmark and England, someone had commented on a Quora post that Scandinavian and English armor were quite similar.

I think what really stood out was my level of confidence. I had the absolute confidence of a leader and someone who could command and who had power. It's a feeling I've never had in this life.

So interesting :)

Hi everyone, a few months ago I told you I would have said this I would think you were crazy but I have experienced a beautiful journey of understanding.

I now believe that I used to live on Mintaka and that I was a mermaid. I look back at my life and can see so many parallels to why this is true, from my many dreams of living in homes that are flooded underwater, to the serenity I’ve always experienced in water, twisting and turning, to my joy of feeling warmth and water on my skin, etc.

I now know that a lot of my tensions are not from this life but my previous lives, including

• a previous life in Japan
• a previous life where I was significantly sexually abused

I am joyous at these discoveries and welcoming of learning more about myself

My partner is deeply supportive of this and I had a channeled experience where I learnt that we are planets in a dual gravity cycle around each other. This feels like our future lives.

Just thought I’d share 😊

Recently ive expirienced such a bizarre thing,before the sleep when i closed my eyes i got knocked out(i dont know why)and before ive gotten knocked out ive seen a childish room it had weird carpets and was full of plastic boxes(probably toys in them)its like ive had a kid.and after that i regained ability to move my body,i thought its just a coincidence and went back to sleep but suddenly i got knocked out again but this time ive seen a woman with short hair sitting next to me, while iwas holding some papers i saw that my hands were of 30-40 ywar old man and the woman leaned over me and pointed at the papers i think she was explaining something to me then i regained ability to move again.

Important: 5 seconds after seeing any of these things my body starts shaking and i feel some kind of warmth over my whole body its like im dying painlessly,it happend every time i tried to sleep that night.

I have always been a fighter and a drive to pursue my dreams, but have always been diverted by obstacles, and extreme hardships. I am also unable to access past lives as there is always a wall blocking me. I always have dreams of voices speaking that I can't know who I am. I am seeing if anyone can help me figure out what is going on regarding my past life. I feel there's some kind of force that does not want me to know who I am. I just want to know what is going on. Any guidance is appreciated, Thanks so much!

I have always had a sense of other lives. I want to find a hypnotist but I would prefer to have a recommendation from someone. It should be somewhere either in Ontario or Florida (for logistical reasons). I am not particular in the school of training as I don’t know much about it. I am just looking for someone trustworthy who can help someone go to a past life.

Any recommendations are welcome, please.

Hi, so I am new to reincarnation, I have been reading about it this past week.

Before this past week, I never gave reincarnation any thought at all.

I was raised a Christian Protestant in a very strict conservative household.

I left that religion and became an Atheist four years ago.

Last week I was reading something about the book The Phantom Of The Opera by Gaston Leroux (one of my favourite books, read it a million times.) As I was reading about Gaston Leroux and where he got his inspiration for this book, I suddenly had that the thought, "I should look into my past lives."

At first I disregarded this thought but it kept coming back. I wasn't a believer in reincarnation when I had that thought so that's why I disregarded it. However, I kept having the thought of having an open mind and looking into reincarnation.

So, I have watched some YouTube videos and read some books about it and I now believe in reincarnation. Seems perfectly logical to me. I don't fully understand reincarnation, I don't know fully how it works, but I believe it's a real thing.

My local library has some books on reincarnation so I am on the waiting list to read them. I am so excited to read and learn more about it.

I dunno anything about my past lives or if I have lived in the past, this may be my first time round I dunno. I do want to find out though if I have a past life and if so who I was and where I was. I hope someday I get to find that out.

I (23F) tried to do my first guided past life regression. It's pretty short with not much details. I was a man who lived in a rural era. I was wearing breechers and a brown vest (not sure what era, but I think somewhere in the 1800s). I remember being near a river where people cleaned their clothes in and trees all around. My house was very small (one bedroom and kitchen basically). I had a wife who was sick, no children that I can recall. I was attacked by an animal, which I think killed me. I'm pretty sure it was a wolf.

I thought I'd share, but I don't even know if it's real or just my imagination.

So I posted on r/reincarnation yesterday and was very hesitant to add details, although I realise now that this is probably the last place on the internet that people will respond negatively or ina judgemental way. So I'm going to come off the back of that post and write up a much more detailed account of what I've experienced over the course of my life and why these experiences have made me question everything I thought I knew. At the very least I hope you enjoy reading it!

I touched in that original post on the fact that since visiting an old jail I began to experience what I would call flashes, sudden intrusive images/sounds/ideas that just explode in my brain at seemingly random times. It feels like a dream, that dreamlike sense of familiarity where everything makes sense for a fraction of a second, and then it's gone. They're bizarrely intense, I only recently experienced one while at work at a theatre, where I had to tell my colleague to just give me a second since I felt unstable on my feet. Sometimes I get a few in a week, sometimes nothing for months.

So, I want to note a small list of childhood incidents that may seem fairly ordinary, but will definitely become important later on. These all happened between the ages of 1-5

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• I had a strange fascination with images on incarceration, often construction 'prisons' for toys, and finding the idea of prison a constant terror, even though it had never been present in my life or anyone's life around me

• I begged my family to take me to a prison around the age of 5, and after taking me to visit a castle with a dungeon/prison area, I freaked out and cried.

• I had a toddlers story book where the characters use a small boat to escape a flood, and was fascinated with one page depicting them in this boat, never allowing my parents to turn past this page and becoming distressed if they did.

• I became agitated with a member of staff at a nursery group who misidentified Australia on a map

• I drew images of a policeman, judge, and armed soldier, labelling them as 'unnecessary', among other negative things.

• I had a children's map book showing the UK (where I live), and developed a similar fascination with the page showing the county of Cornwall, often asking my parents to take me there. They joked that there was nothing interesting about it and it was too far to go, but this fascination persisted.

• I had a nightmare at the age of 3 I still remember to this day, where my family and I were on a beach, a cove, and attempting to escape from something I can't recall. I felt unwell with a fever, and kept falling on the stones, watching my family escape across the beach leaving me behind.

• one of the first things I said as I learned to talk was that I wanted to be a fisherman. I said it a lot, and my parents joked that it was a strange aspiration. I remember very vivid images in my mind at the time of standing knee deep in water using an old fashioned rod to catch fish on a warm rainy day.

In my older years:

• Around the age of 8 I constructed a ship from Lego, with the focus being on the below deck area. I had figures there chained together and my play at the time often involved them attempting to escape the ship. I most definitely had not seen any depictions of anything like this in media.

• I also frequently constructed prisons from Lego.

• as a young teen I played guitar for a community performance of an old Irish folk song which has a lyrical reference to prison ships. I had never heard of such a concept, and upon reading the line experienced what I would say was the first 'flash' I recall having, immediately seeing an image in my mind of such a vessel, and feeling complete terror/disgust. I actually remember feeling unwell in the hours after, unstable/shakey kind of feeling.

So then we come to the visit to the prison I made when I was around 17/18 with my family. We were on holiday for the first time in Cornwall. Upon arriving in Cornwall, I began to feel really strange things. My legs felt shaky, I felt scared, sick, disgusted? Terrified that I was about to spend a week there, and I can't explain why. I couldn't at the time, I just bottled it up because I didn't understand what the emotion was or why I was feeling it. As we drove further through county, we passed a few things that caused these emotions to intensify. A tin mine, a huge heap of what looked like coal slurry or something? My brain was screaming at me and I didn't understand why, I felt like I wanted to cry. We decided to visit the museum at Bodmin Jail, which was to this day the worst thing I have ever experienced. Nothing against the attraction, but I just felt like I was walking through a thick cloud of black sludge, and every part of my being was screaming at me. If there's a hell, that's what it's like. I was unable to stomach food for a good while after the visit, and the rest of the trip felt like one long drawn out panic attack. More strange 'flashes' occured on that holiday, once in the town of lostwithiel and another in the town of Fowey. Both places made me feel tearful?

As mentioned in the previous post, after this holiday I began to experience panic attacks, and anxiety relating to locked rooms/closed spaces. I eventually was diagnosed with depression with seemingly no cause. I suffered with frequent nightmares that featured prisons, and the sudden recurrence in these dreams of the name Charlotte. This stuck out to me since I knew no one with the name Charlotte, and it was a VERY clear repeating feature of these dreams.

As I began to recover from this depression, through use of meditation/mindfulness, and developing a cautious interest in spirituality, the idea of past lives presented itself to me in many texts/bits of media. I wasn't a believer in such things, but I found the idea fascinating, and it was clearly a way of tying together all of these strange experiences. I wanted answers. I began to search through prison records from Bodmin that I could find, looking for any kind of stories/names that may involve these things. It became a mental list in my head of things that, if I HAD lived before, were definitely featured in that life, as they featured repeatedly and clearly in flashes and dreams:

• prison
• a prison ship
• Cornwall
• Bodmin
• the name Charlotte
• unfair punishment
• whipping/flogging
• escape
• Australia
• the ongoing threat of execution
• the loss of a family/separation from family
• catching fish
• betrayal

A lot of these are fairly generic and very easy to find cases of. And I've searched through nearly goddamn everything, and not once have I found a story, a person, anything, that I connect to. I gave up looking a good while ago, trying to come to peace with the fact that maybe I was barking up the wrong tree, and that if this lifetime that I can ALMOST see so clearly in my mind and dreams may never have existed, and if it did I would never find proof of it. I couldn't connect these dots and I had to accept that and move forward living this life.

Until very recently, when I read a name in a context completely unrelated, that triggered something in my brain. Familiarity, urgency, panic? The name was Mary Bryant, and after a couple of Google searches for the name stemming from this sudden drive to find out who she was, I came across the story of Mary Bryant/Broad.

Mary was born in Fowey, Cornwall, in the late 1700s, and was arrested for theft. She was sentenced to death, but this was later reduced to transportation to Australia. She was confined on a prison ship in Cornwall where she met her future husband, William Bryant, and the two were transported to Australia on a ship named Charlotte. On this journey, Mary gave birth to a daughter, naming her Charlotte after the ship. They spent time at the prison colony at Port Jackson where they endured harsh punishment, before making an attempt to escape via a small boat. After reaching land, they were recaptured and shipped to Jakarta, chained below decks on a ship. On this journey, Charlotte and William both fell sick in the horrific conditions, and died. Mary returned to England and eventually lived out her life in Fowey.

I was tearful reading this story. I can't quite explain it, it felt like that sense of comfortable familiarity you get in a dream that you can't replicate when you're awake. One of the strangest experiences of my life. There are parts I can see with so much clarity in my minds eye. Faces, days, small details. That being said, there are parts of Mary's story that don't tick all of the boxes I have. I can't imagine how Bodmin was NOT featured in that lifetime, considering how intense my reaction was to it. It also seems like she completed her journey home, albeit without her family she lost on the way, and my gut screams at me that my previous life was unfinished, cut short. Which leads me on to her husband William.

It's very difficult to find information about William, but what I have found is this. He also grew up in Cornwall, was convicted for theft, spent time on a prison ship, and was transported to Australia with Mary where they married. He was at one point flogged as punishment. He was a fisherman (!) and sailed the boat they used to escape the prison colony. After recapture, he was taken ill in the depths of the ship, after the group were left chained by the ankles in squalor. He died of this illness shortly after Charlotte once they reached Jakarta, leaving Mary alone to complete the journey. He was convicted in Bodmin.

Now I haven't found a solid piece of evidence linking him to Bodmin Jail, but it does seem that his conviction in Bodmin before trial at Launceston would entail that he spent at least some time at Bodmin Jail. The story available links as the William Bryant born in St Ives, which immediately felt wrong to me. The towns of Fowey and Lostwithiel felt so deeply sad to me that I'd be surprised if they were places he never visited, IF my past life was as William Bryant. That being said, I did find evidence that the William Bryant born in St Ives died much later, in the 1830s, meaning it can't be the same William. This leaves the door open for William to have lived much closer to Mary before their conviction, perhaps sharing time in the same towns. It's not a confirmation by ANY means, but it leaves the door open.

So that's my little story. I hope to find more answers some day, and I'll keep looking. But this really feels like the beginning of the end of a journey for me. I feel very at peace after reading this story, like a noise that's been constant in my brain since I was a child has gone quiet.

At a young age I had a dream that I can only explain as being my most recent past life. In the dream I was in 1944 as a 20 something year old jewish man from brooklyn. Had a fiance, joined the US army due to societal pressures to be a soldier, and died on the beach landing as a US soldier in D-Day. I remember a very vivid part of the dream where I am on the beach, lying on my back, looking up to the sky while severely wounded by an explosion. I remember thinking that it was a mistake to go and that my fiance and mom would miss me. My right arm was distinctly blown off and I remember leaving my body and seeing myself from above, then darkness. It’s worth noting that in my current life, my right arm has a large skin discoloration that is extremely subtle but visible under the right lighting.

The dream was weird for sure but I was not surprised, as ever since I was a very young child I apparently was only ever interested in the military and being in it / military toys / etc.

Anyways, years ago in maybe 2018 I went to a psychic who I was skeptical about going to but went anyways. He showed me during a tarot reading a deck of cards that was very old and beat up, then mentioned its life extended back to old hollywood and the 1930’s (and mentioned it was a very famous psychics deck which he purchased then has been adding onto. It had previously changed hands many times and was a “Frankenstein” mix tarot deck in a sense. Out of all of the readings we did, there was the main past life reading where I chose cards at random and he would then explain their positions and meanings. Interestingly enough, there was a card with an Egyptian statue on its knees, with one hand raised on the left and one arm missing at the bicep but bent backwards. The same arm that I have the coloration mark and had the dream of my past life. The psychic got to talking and explained that that card specifically was related to my most recent past knife, and that it showed I was a soldier/warrior and went through a traumatic injury on my right arm. This was before I had even mentioned anything about my dream or about my arm or the mark on my arm.

That gave me the chills when he said that and at that point I knew he was the real deal or at least knew a system of processes to reveal the truth without me ever saying anything during a reading. I went in extremely skeptical and could not believe the accuracy of the reading with what he has said.

Ps, some time later I was working for a company at the brooklyn army terminal, the very place where soldiers shipped out in ww2. Everyday I would walk the back alley to the office building where you can still see the previous dock and gates that say “normandy, africa” and it felt like a full circle moment that I had been through the gates before.

Anyways it’s an odd hour at the moment and this was written on a small keyboard so my apologies for not writing this out better, but I felt like sharing after discovering this subreddit the other day.

So im watching two souls meet in real time, two friends......that used to be my parents.

So.....a couple of years ago i wrote of this friend i would meet thats literally the mom friend , i wrote jokingly, but only half. Shed be a mother to me again, shes a few years older so i guess like a sister.

I dreamt of our past lives and in them she meets this person everytime ive seen them. They're always lovers as far as ive seen. But they havent met yet and i guess i dont know their name or what theyll look like in this life, but all i know is i feel it may be a few years, but relatively soon. Its kinda funny when ur seeing ur friends and then haha oof thats also ur parents from another life lol.

I've always thought about my past lifes, but I've never wondered about the fact that will I even remember any of this in my next life? It just sounds so strange and actually scary.

I get dreams where Im controlling some other person’s life. And sometimes i get confused with whether things im remembering are from my real life or dreams or stories told by others. I’ve always felt like my body wasn’t my own and Im living someone else’s life. I strongly feel like I lived as a boy in medieval times. I cant remember which country. Im from India currently but I feel no past connection like that with this country. So it cant be the same. I feel a connection to ancient japan, uk, greece and italy. But I often feel like something terrible happened in my previous life, something sad. And this life is a compensation, a reward for the suffering. Touchwood but there really is no big flaw in my life and I have everything good going on. Good family, good looks, smart, good friends, and job. I always feel like ive lived a long life even at the age of 22. But there is a lingering sadness for something nonexistent. Could it be attached to my past life?

I keep having this reoccurring dream that I can remember having since I was little. The dream involves me in a field bring chased by a tornado, I always trip around the tornado catches up to me. I have a feeling that I died during the infamous May 31, 1985 outbreak. It had to be in Pennsylvania because of the field. I can't find any names online of fatalities. Does anyone know any names? I want to know who I possibly was.

Hi! My name is Mercedes and I am a BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner. I help clients regress into past lives, and also connect to their higher self in order to get answers or healing on their journey. I specifically help with getting started on a spiritual path.

I would love to answer questions about what happens during sessions, things I've been told, and generally anything else about past lives.

I tried a hypnosis guided meditation today and was left feeling very strange. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination.

I felt quite uncomfortable throughout the process and struggled to relax. Then when I got to the part when I was supposed to see my past life, my head started throbbing. I got a few images in my mind but I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or not because I actually saw two scenes of completely two different people and was very confused.

I’d appreciate if anyone can offer some insight into it.