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If hell is eternal, how come people remember being so bad in a previous life?
So I've recently gotten into some of Micheal newtons books and find them fascinating.im wondering if anyone knows of a meditation techniques or guided meditations that Micheal Newton used or suggests using?
Every single check list confirms this twin flame thing for both of us, both of us have the knowledge of our past life. And the feeling of saftey and home washes over me everytime she is ther, i either feel comfortable to cry or its so safe that i cant cry.... i am so fucking scared i have never needed a feeling more around me.. i dont want drugs anymore i am thinking about it just dropping psychedelics just for a chance at her.
Plz help me figure out how to win her back, or do i really have to wait another life time or is it fated that it just needs to be less over bearing bc the situation at heart scares her bc of men who have hurt her recently and all her life. Many different very fucked up ways.
And i have hurt people i love all i my life verbally.
I feel like this is a real opportunity but i dont know what kinda growth per say
I just got done changing it was like designed for her too.
In one of my previous lives, I was stabbed right below the breasts by a spear (essentially 'shish-kabobbed' right through the middle- ouch!) Now, I near constantly feel a dull, aching pain there that isn't really explained by anything else (I've had tests- I'm fairly certain it's a 'ghost pain'- my soul remembering the injury even across bodies). It has made it so the only way that I can sleep comfortably is on my stomach- any other way, and I feel like that 'wound' is 'exposed.' I've found that I tend to 'feel things' through this area- when I'm sad or worried, it hurts more, but the pain is generally always present. In addition, when it rains, my entire body aches like an old person's, even though I'm only in my early twenties.
I'm curious! Is it the same for you all? Where are your 'ghost pains?' How often do you feel them, and how do they continue to affect your lives today?
Every now and then I gather online with a spiritualist group for a “church service.” Halfway through they will go around the congregation and if any spirits are coming through with messages for anyone in particular, one of the mediums will deliver the message to the sitter. No money is exchanged, no follow up questions are asked, it’s just “I have a message coming in for you and it seems like a grandfather-type figure who wants me to tell you: (fill in the blank)” last time I got a message I was told by the medium that he saw me with a group of sitting monks and said that in this particular life cycle I in some way abandoned responsibilities to my children, some of them neurotypical and some cognitively disabled. I think I might have an idea as to why this message was shared (even though I have no kids) but it makes me wonder: what order of monks would be able to have a family?
Whenever I meet someone new, it is almost guaranteed that they will call me the wrong name and this has happened for entirety of my life. My name is not unusual or rare but maybe a bit uncommon and people I meet constantly call me by a different name that starts with the same letter. So much so that I wonder if maybe that was my name in a past life? Or maybe im just feeling depressed that no one seems to remember my name and want to find a reason for it. Thoughts?
Having an old soul in a new generation is bad, I wish my final good buy would have been done properly. I hate how your past life comes up on you and your constantly looking for what you had soul wise. My relationship was awesome, my circle of people were awesome, my life wasn't perfect, but it was peaceful in its own way. Now I'm stuck in a realm where my aura is confused, my life is dark, and people just don't care. I feel lost because I'm a journey to find my past life soulmate and love. How does your past life interfere with your current life? Have you tried to close it?
I had a dream of my past life last night. Now, I am very lucid dreamer, I rarely dream but when I do it's always so lifelike. In this dream, nothing really happened, I was walking down a dirt road through a plane of green grass, some trees here and there. I was escorting a princess, not even 12 years old, to another kingdom. I don't know how I knew this, only that it was happening. I wore a katana on my hip, but I wore a loose white tunic and a brown cloak and I had the sense I had been traveling for a while. It felt less like this was a normal job and more like I was doing someone a favor but wasn't used to traveling with someone else. Just felt like sharing that.
Just pondering the idea. 🤷♀️ wondering if past lives can affect the birth date...?
Knowing who I was and where I came from is difficult to recognize sometimes. Knowing my past life from the age of 20 - 37 is even harder. I've been trying my hardest to cleans myself and fit mir into this body I am now in, but that old soul is upfront to the point it's seen in my eyes. The only comfort I have is on my motorcycle. With that being said I hope my next life brings me the same comfort
Hi! I once asked an oracle reader do ang oracle reading to me and it showed that i have a soul agreement with someone in my past life.
And i seek other reader for the past life reading.
It said
I asked the reader if my ex right now has a connection with my past life and he said that he was my husband/lover in my second and third life.
Any insight about this?
I just wanted to share what I’ve pieced together about potential past lives from my dreams/visions. There’s a few details that I’m unsure of so I was hoping maybe someone might have an answer to some of them? If not, anyone with similar experiences I would also love to hear!
Forced marriage: as a kid and teenager I used to have repeated dreams of being forced into marriage. One particularly vivid one I ran from the church and hid in a good friend/family members home while they weren’t there (they were at the reception lmao). I was taking off my wedding dress and hiding when a few people walked in and tried to calm me down. I didn’t recognise these figures from this life but I definitely recognised them as ‘friends’. There was a couple guys and a girl. I’ve had a couple dreams where instead of walking down an aisle, I walked in on the right like a stage entrance. I’m not sure if that’s a traditional custom entrance somewhere but if anyone has any information I would love to know!
I definitely have fallen to my death. Repeated dreams of me falling from a great height, one from a cliff and one from a giant swing (?). The cliff one was odd because as I approached what I assumed was the end, I fell into an underground ‘paradise’ (afterlife maybe?) and I slowed down before I hit the ground (it was all mossy and soft, so different from the rocky bottom I was expecting).
I had a vivid dream where I fell in love with a blonde, curly haired guy who ended up being wrongly convicted for a serious crime (I think it was murder but the details are fuzzy). I remember being the only one who believed his innocence and when I woke up, I felt so much grief and I missed him. This was when I was a teenager and had never been in a relationship, never even kissed or held hands or anything. It felt so real! Might be worth mentioning that at the time I was crushing hard on a very close friend of mine who I’d known since we were toddlers. I suspect it might have been a past life connection as I remember looking at the Dream Guy and thinking he was that friend from my waking life, but not at the same time. Reincarnation is weird.
Not from a dream but when I was…not sober cough cough…I saw an older man on a 60s style TV. He was balding, white, short sighted and wore a pressed shirt (although the framing of the TV cut off everything below the shoulders as it was zoomed in). The only way I could describe it was that he was saying my thoughts as they were coming (like a script) but there was no acknowledgement of my presence whatsoever. He was talking about something very deeply spiritual and psychological and the TV was surrounded by a black liminal space that I was just floating in.
Not a dream but a vision achieved through light meditation. Think 16th-17th century style inn at night. I was in a narrow upstairs room sitting at a long wooden table with a bunch of paper scattered in front of me. I had ink all over my hands. I was a guy probably in his early twenties, trying to write a draft for a writing piece. There were candles everywhere but even then the room was dark. I could feel the stress of an incoming deadline. I remember a guy walking in to greet me and even though I didn’t recognise him from this life, I recognised him as a friend checking in on me. The vision ended. It’s cool because I remember being 5-6 years old and saying to my father that I wanted to write stories and began creative writing when I was 7. In spite of my dyslexia, I’ve had natural gifts in spelling, deconstructing texts and reading quickly which is why I went undiagnosed until I was in my early twenties.
There are other things I’ve discovered through intuition. I remember being very young (under the age of 5-6) and being really connected to Native American culture (I am British) to the point where I made my mother make me a historically accurate Native American costume for my 5th birthday lmao
I’m also open to any questions!
(Edited because I missed some words)
Hi, I'm a 35-yr-old American woman born in Tennessee on October 11th, 1989. I have been through some serious personal things lately. It has been a slow process with more and more coming out. I have had dreams and visions of me living in Japan. Most of the imagery is beautiful. I see slots of some very scary things as well. I have been feeling something from there haunting me throughout my life. I concluded that I was killed in the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and had past lives in Japan that went far back. It is where I feel the strongest connection, therefore where my soul is from. I saw violent times and there were massive earthquakes during those times of upheaval. I have an extremely high perception of earthquake activity where I have been able to pick up on earthquakes(be it smaller local earthquakes or large ones around the world) minutes, hours, to days before they happen. My body gets tense and hot and then relief after the seismic waves cut through.
At night, I would feel hands feeling me, but inside of my body. I broke out in large ovarian cysts over the last 2 years. I feel like I astralproject to Japan and that always would happen to me. I would feel something underneath my skin, squeezing my internal organs. I sometimes had horrible nightmares of being sexually assaulted and punched in the abdomen. I saw a past life regression specialist and I saw like a fast-flashing movie of my lives that took place in Japan. I saw some of the events around me, but skimped over more personal experiences that were traumatic. I felt someone laying on top of me and felt something inside my pelvis. I was extremely shy and it was hard for me to describe everything. I would feel stiff when sharing personal experiences and in a constant state of apprehension because I'm so shy.
There is something about Japan that seems to know me on an intimate level. It felt like I was avoiding it for so long until a few years ago when I decided I wanted to start my goal of studying Japanese and wanting to move there. I opened up something where it has been discreetly exposing things I have been afraid of. I started having dreams about being there and something holding me down and feeling something go into my side. It would later move into my chest and pelvis. It would slowly yet surely grow more aggressive and relentless. Now, things are really breaking out and it is earth-shattering. I had a mental breakdown the other day where I completely lost it. I was feeling intense emotional pain and would later develop a headache and felt like I was on the verge of vomiting.
I feel some force from Japan really urging me to go there as soon as I can. That could really help with the healing process.
Please be aware that the nsfw flair is there for a reason, this past life involves child murder and SA
So for the past life regression I used a YouTube video, and it worked well, so here is kinda how it went I always believed i had a past life, and doing this, i finally got to see it, I was a young girl named Melanie, i was somewhere in Europe, not sure what country, my family wasnt wealthy, but we we're fine, i had a younger brother named Gregory, we always played together, in the beginning i saw young Melanie on a small grassy hill, with a small wooden house nearby, i was running to the house, i think i was playing, then i hugged my mother. Then when during the audio, it said to go 5 years later, i saw nothing, i was dead. I went back in-between those two times, and saw me lost in a dark forest i was scared and lost and yelling for help. I felt like i was being watched, then a grown man, mind you at this time I was 11, came out, he was acting all sweet, but the whole time i felt like something was off, but i think at the time he made me feel safe, he said something about us marrying eachother, and even though i said i was 11 he said that i should be old enough to bleed or something along those lines, so he helped me back to my village, and asked my parents to marry me, and i saw what looked like myself at the altar, and then after that i just see him hitting me, and raping me, i think i died just a few months after being married, and I think he killed me, i dont know if it was intentional.
I live in NY and am looking for a person that does past life regression in NY or does it online. Any references? Thanks
Is it normal to get twitches and nausea when doing past life regression?
I find that my left arm twitches each time. And that the deeper I go into the meditation/hypnosis that I begin to feel nauseous.
Sometimes I jolt myself out of the session because the sensations feel too strange/much. Does this happen to anyone else?
Can somebody explain a dream I had in a near death experience?
I’m sorry if I sound ignorant but I’m not really experienced in past lives and spirituality. I’ve always felt like souls and past lives existed but I could never put it into words or have proof.
I once had a very bad internal opening on my stomach. That led me to a hospital ER room for an emergency surgery. For the first 3 nights, I would see the same nightmare where I was an old person wired up ready to die. I don’t really believe that that has anything to do with spirituality but it was my pain manifesting into a dream. But it should be noted that I was getting worse and worse by the day and by day 3, the doctors assumed I wouldn’t make it through the night and told my parents to start preparing for my funeral.
What I want to ask about is the dream I had on the 4th night. On that dream I was at a place full of light. I remember a riverside on a forest but it was surrounded by a bright golden white light and I remember how I felt. Not only did I not feel any pain but I genuinely felt like negative feelings just didn’t exist. The light was hitting my skin in a way that was for a lack of a better word, euphoric and all I could feel was this feeling of bliss that I never have felt before or since.
I remember that I wasn’t alone but I was with a boy. He had long blonde hair and he was about 15. Although I was older when I saw the dream, I was also 15 in my dream. I remember us just spending time playing on the forest and the river without speaking a word. All I could feel was this heightened sense of euphoria.
Then suddenly, I remember tripping somewhere and I saw a tunnel opening. What was inside the tunnel was me in the hospital bed but it wasn’t like a dream where you just see yourself being there. It was extremely detailed. I saw the nurse that had just changed shifts with the one that was there before I fell asleep (a nurse that I’ve never seen before so I couldn’t remember by memory) reading a book which she was still reading once I woke up. Everything was so detailed and accurate to reality that I couldn’t believe I was dreaming. It felt real. As I was falling, I remember the panic and sadness coming back to my body, as well as the intense pain I had in my stomach. I desperately reached for the boy who was looking at me with a smile on his face and he grabbed my hand. Suddenly all the negative feelings were gone and we were back to playing and the feeling of euphoria.
After that night, the doctors were flabbergasted with how much progress I made overnight. I went from a 95% chance of death to them thinking that I’ll be out of the ER in a day or two and my fatal wounds rapidly healed.
Reading about the Journey of Souls, it is said that one will see afterlife when they are in a state of deep meditation or during a near death experience and the experiences I’ve read about match what I’ve had. Can someone help me explain what that was? This dream hasn’t left my mind for the past 2 years. Am I right in thinking that it was more than a dream? And who could this boy be? He didn’t feel like a stranger he felt like someone who was closer to me than anyone I’ve ever met. Almost like we were two bodies with one soul.
Does anybody have recommendations for a good practitioner I could do a regression with? I am experiencing significant self isolation and depression. I’ve been to a psychiatrist for meds and I’ve been in weekly therapy for almost a year working through childhood trauma and such. I’ve noticed that when I see schools and prisons, something feels eerily familiar to me. I have deep, deep empathy towards prisoners and criminals. I honestly think that I have experienced a past life as a prisoner and that it’s affecting me on a soul level and preventing me from living my life. I feel like my soul doesn’t know how to live life here.
This is the first clear regression remembrance I managed to obtain which contains elements that may be verifiable, although the details seem insufficient so far to allow formal identification. I would like to know if this is a typical experience, and if there are ways to obtain more details while avoiding contamination of the memories ?
To put it briefly: I got interested in the exploration of past lives from researching the NDEs that happened to me as a child and in adult life, since there are many NDErs who report seeing past-lives or witnessing the process of souls being sent into new lives, and because the University of Virginia studies it under the same department as NDEs and a number of adjacent phenomenon (paradoxical lucidity and after-death communications, namely).
I'm a 'hands-on' type of person and willing to experiment on myself so I looked into various methods, I found that guided regression meditations found on YT seem to give good results - I tested using a regression record from Dr Brian Weiss (after reading his book 'Many lives, many masters') and while I didn't get anything from a prior life it allowed me to remember in a surprisingly extreme level of detail and perception some of my childhood memories - details of which I was able to validate afterwards. These positive results pushed me on, and I was pointed to more 'newbie friendly', slower-paced recordings such as this one.
This one time I was able to go through it in ideal conditions, my mind was relaxed and blank enough that perceptions started emerging from seemingly nowhere - not any pre-existing memory of mine or external source. Here is what came through:
I am standing outdoors under a heavy and cloudy, dim sky, with tones of light and darker greys. The sun felt low on the horizon behind this cover, I get an impression that this is mid-morning. There is a long wall of plastered bricks, about 2 meters tall, on my left. I'm on a trod dirt path going along that wall, it feels icy and a bit muddy on the ground, there are hibernating trees, stripped of leaves, on the right, and a shallow frozen pond down a slight slope, on the right side too. There is snow on the ground, and I got the impression that it had fallen there in the previous days.
I think my name is Elizabeth (possibly spelled the French way as Elisabeth). I also get a faint echo of another name (Caroline or Catherine), but do not know whom or what it refers to. I'm young, in my late teens or early 20s. What strikes me from this memory is how confident and in the moment I am. It's like I know what I want from life and I am sure I can get it, firmly assured in my talents and fate. My hair is dark, and elaborately braided and pinned in an updo on my head, under a hat or bonnet. I get an impression that getting it done this way takes significant time and efforts but is something I am used to do. I am wearing a layered, tan outfit with a slight cross-pattern to its outer wooly fabric (similar but not quite like tartan) and a large black shawl I have passed over my hat so it comes down the sides of my head, almost hiding my face, and helps cover my upper body completely, as well as protect me from the cold. I have a beige scarf on, and I know it is because my singing voice is especially important to me so I want to avoid letting the cold get to my throat. Under the long skirt and underlayers, I have low laced boots that don't strike me as the ideal sort of footwear for such weather and ground conditions, so my strides are not quite assured. I look at my hands, I am wearing elbow-length brown leather gloves, finely made. I reflect on how my hands are long and delicate, I admire them and distinctly express in my mind how these are hands made for music and writing.
I am aware of my fondness for winter, of all seasons, because it lets me cover up in such a manner that hardly any of my dark skin is revealing me as a quadroon (I was unfamiliar with this term, which popped up in the scene, I understand it means the same as 'quarteroon'). Further along this line of thought, I know I am a free person of colour and that fact is especially important in this life. I seem to find particular import in that people don't immediately know nor assume anything about my origins, that they get to know the sort of person I am before they get to know about that aspect of me, which I would rather relegate to the past.
Still thinking of my hands, I lean down and pick up some snow from the ground and form it into a small snowball, which I throw, with enthused amusement, at the figure of a man standing a few paces about, clad in a black long coat, top hat and dark blue trousers with (I think) riding boots. I think this may be my father, and he fends off the snowball with his shoulder, holding his hat in place, while laughing. I know, expectantly, that he is going to retaliate in kind.
Based on the visual impressions from my clothing: the style is from the 1840s specifically. The scene looks like an estate in the countryside, but it could be British, French or even American for all I know.
First off, I don't tell this story to alot of people.. Some people believe me, some say it's a made up memory, others find it fascinating and tells me to hold onto it, so I thought I would share it here. =)
First memory I have is being in a black void, with a few friendly entites. They were the best friends I could ever ask for, these entities were so friendly, they were my everything. I like to remember them as good welcomers to the world, and maybe after this life, I hope to meet them again. I remember being with them one day, and this was the only day I remember being with them, and then suddenly another entity opens a door to the black room we were in, to deliver news to the entities / my friends, I was just playing with some of them in the meantime while the news were being delivered. I got to overhear the conversation they were having, and I remember one of my friends getting shocked and sad by the news that were being delivered and said something along the lines of "oh no, don’t send him there!" Shortly after, I got the news that I was going to be transported to another place. So they took me out of the black room, carried me through a corridor of some kind and into another door and a new room, but I don’t remember much after that.
Everything became kind of vague after I was put in the other room, I think my mind went off or something. Next thing I remember, is waking up in this massive black void, and I’m looking to my left and to my right, and I see babies sitting in a biig long line, and I’m somewhere in the line, the row of babies. Some babies were crying, some were sleeping, and they slept like they would inside a woman’s womb, in that position. And then there were big angels walking around monitoring the babies, and giving comfort to the babies that were crying. I didn’t cry, I just observed everything going on. I saw these angels giving the children a little push, and then they went down an invicible slide, just like a playground slide, but bigger, and then they dissapeared into an invicible wall, and they were gone.
And then, an angel came up to me, and he said something along the lines “You are going to go through a lot of suffering, but God will always be there and take care of you.” Then he gave me a little push, and I went down an invisible slide, and at the bottom, I went into an invicible portal of some kind, and everything went black.
The next thing I see is bright light! I open my eyes, and I’m looking into the nurse’s blue eyes with their mask on. Wondering if they are going to hurt me, they didn't. I didn't cry when I was born (my parents can testify that), I just looked around the room, same as I was when I was in that black void of babies, just observing. I was observing the room, the white walls, the table I was on, the white celing, the room size, it was kind of long but not very wide, the texture, everything looked so amazing and realistic. Shortly after I remember being put in a basket, and I the nurses and my family having a conversation.
Next thing I remember is waking up in the basket inside of the car. I looked through the window of the car, and saw that it was dark outside. My dad was driving to the gas station to fuel up gas on the car. I remember seeing him get out of the car, and could hear him fueling up, and then saw him walking into the gas station. It was dark inside the car, and I saw my mother looking at me, not saying a word, but looking out for me, keeping an eye on me. When he came back, he drove to our home, and on the way home, I looked up into the sky and saw the stars and the moon, just wondering where I am..
Hi! I'm watching some youtube videos about to try and remember my past lives, but I'm having some problems...
With one video I couldn't remember anything, when I go to the point that I have to remember something it's just my brain thinking "Oh, now it's the point I have to make up something" and like I know it's not really remembering but just making stuff up (and I believe in past lives, so it's not a problem of not believing).
I tried two other videos that I think where a bit better (Michael Sealey and Blue Sky Hypnosis). I entered a deep state of "trance", the main difference is that when I get to the point that I have to remember things it start like in the other video ("Brain, make up something because I don't 'see' anything") but I quickly fall asleep. I usually "wake up" after 10/15 minutes (in Michael Sealey video I wake up when he asks my name, and in my mind I just answer with my actual name).
Any advices on having a successful PLR? Do I have just to keep trying?
I recently read The Archive by Sarah Rader and found amazing revelations on how my past lives are connected to my current life. Little things that I found coincidental started to connect and make sense.
I have always been interested in spirituality and seeking knowledge about my life purpose. Reading this book has provided me with more clarity on how to move forward to achieving my soul’s purpose.
Sarah is truly gifted and I have reached out for a reading to seek more details. Will share more about what I find out in a later post!
Book link here: The Archive: Recalling Your Past Lives https://a.co/d/g0O5b8J
Has anyone ever been able to recognize someone they knew in their past life in their current life in their current form? If yes, how were you able to recognise them and do they know about it?
My whole life, I've had an extreme fear of rain shower heads. Regular showerheads are fine, it's just the ones typically attached to the ceiling and are completely vertical that scare me. I can't even be in the same room with them.
My parents and I moved into a townhouse when I was around 6. There were 3 bedrooms upstairs (theirs, mine, and the guest bedroom) and 2 bathrooms (one of which was connected to their room). Though the hallway bathroom would've been most convenient to me, it had a rain showerhead through glass sliding doors. I refused to even use the toilet in that bathroom because of that damn showerhead. When we got cats, their litter box was put into a closet in that bathroom, but it was between the entrance door and the shower and it blocked the view of the shower, so it wasn't bad, but I used my parents bathroom to shower.
I didn't even realize I still had this fear until I took a group trip to Australia and New Zealand .The hotel we stayed at in Sydney had a vertical shower head and I just straight up refused to shower there. We were there for a few days, so I just put a shit ton of deodorant on and dealt with it. Took a nice long shower at the next hotel though.
It's only vertical shower heads. I'm fine with angled ones and I'm fine with actual rain (I love rain). Hell, pictures make me anxious. I feel like I can associate this with something from my past life, but I'm not 100% certain. I've never met anyone else with this fear. Have heard of a general shower head fear a few times, but none as specific as mine.