I'm new to all this, where do I start looking into seeing all the lives I've lived previously i.e. regression or akhashic record? Is there a technique I can use where I can have a vision and view all lives I've lived previously?

Previous post/ my journey into understanding what the hell is happening: (https://www.reddit.com/r/pastlives/s/5i2KGymh9f).

Today, I had another episode almost identical to this previous instance. However, the memory was much shorter and the physical reaction after was much shorter as well. I still can’t recall what exactly the memory was about. I also think it was a different memory than my previous post—though, I’m not 100% positive on this one. The one thing I did notice—it’s been exactly 14 days since I had this happen last time which would basically be a 1/2 moon cycle. The last time I shared was around a full moon vs today, a new moon. Has anyone noticed significance in certain moon signs or moon cycles for past life memories to become more prominent?

This is something that I don't usually mention, outside of to close friends, because it makes me very uncomfortable and I never know what to think. I like to consider myself a grounded person, but one who is open to non-materialistic explanations (though, I still want to see evidence to support said explanations. So, you could say that if someone tells me they saw a ghost, I'm not going to dismiss it - it's certainly possible to my mind - but it's best to dismiss other, more common, explanations first). Now, having gotten that disclaimer out of the way:

I'm not sure when exactly when this weird connection I have to the First World War began. I remember that the first 'big event' in this story occurred when I was roughly 22; but I also know that when I was a young kid I had a fascination with WWI aviators and planes - an oddity as since that time I've never been all that interested in, and even a bit dismissive of, military history, nor am I really interested in aviation (though, if pressed: yeah, early military aircraft are still pretty cool! 😀)

By the time I was 22, that interest had long been forgotten, along with other childhood obsessions like dinosaurs (though, oddly enough, I still had my youthful interest in 1920s gangsters, but thats another story). At the time I was student teaching, finishing up my degree in Secondary History Education. I ended up teaching a lesson on WWI and decided to drive the lesson home with some music, playing a version of "Green Fields of France" (great song, by the way).

I'd heard that song dozens of times before and loved it, recognising it as sad, but had never had a strong emotional connection to it that time. But something changed that day because before the song was half over, I was running out of the classroom, trying not to bawl my eyes out - luckily making it to the hallway before the water works really started.

An embarassing situation to be sure, and a weird one, but if it had been just that, I wouldn't be writing here today.

But that was the beginning of ... something (though it started slowly enough). Flash forward about three or four years, I'm in Grad School when the next experience happened. Once again, it was music related - I was driving back from a conference and was listening to the Pogue's rendition of "Waltzing Mathilda." Once again I'd heard that song hundreds of times before, but THAT time it hit like an emotional gut punch that left me sobbing as I drove (which isn't exactly the safest activity!). As I tried to get control of my emotions, I kept muttering "They lied to us. They said it was supposed to be the last one. But it just keeps happening."

This not being something that I would routinely say on a day-to-day basis, I found it a wee bit disturbing!

That was kinda when the damn broke, though. Friends quickly learned not to mention WWI around me in too much detail, because it would cause ... emotions.

More disturbing than that, though, was another change that my friends noticed. If I was particularly upset, I'd drop out of my normal Upper Midwestern accent and instead begin speaking in a vaguely Northern Irish one instead (I've had others mention it sounds Northern, but a friend who grew up there has assured me that it certainly isn't Belfast). Oddly enough, this could occasionally also be brought on by drinking - and if it came upon me I'd have to consciously try to 'trick' myself into breaking out of it.

This later bit is actually how I found this subreddit and why I'm writing this day. Earlier this week I had an episode while calling my bestfriend back home and it took a LOT of effort to stop the bloody accent. I creeped said bestfriend out in the process, despite the fact thst he'd seen this many, many, times.

Now, for the sake of clarity (and possible explanations) I AM Irish-American and rather proud of the heritage. Also, in 2003 I did a semester abroad in Ireland while in college. Finally, as a kid (I.e. Middle School) I would drop into an Irish accent if I was exasperated- my Mum always thought it was funny - but it was nowhere near as strong as what can happen as an adult, nor did I get 'stuck in it.

It was actually my friends who first suggested this was all evidence of a pastlife, though I laughed it off at the time. My bestfriend started giving me crap about it almost immediately (ah, male friendships. Lol!) Though I've always suspected some of that was used to cover up his own disquiet. Another former friend laughed it off as well (despite being a believer in the paranormal, Oddly enough) until he witnessed a particular spell - later telling me that my mannerisms changed; my accent, my body language, etc. Apparently freaked him out right good.

So ... yeah. There's a few more experiences that I could tell, though I'm not sure about some or them (a weird dream I had in Ireland comes to mind, which MIGHT have been something. Or just my subconscious being an asshole to me!) But thats the jist of it.

And really, having written it all out, I'm no more sure of what's going on than I was before. Its not like I'm getting strange reoccurring dreams, or suddenly remembering details of a previous existence. Its just as possible that something clicked and I developed a bit of a mental fixation which has begun to feed upon it self. I guess.

I just wish there was a way to figure out why this keeps happening. Its really fricking WEIRD and it can be embarassing if it happens to kick in at an inopportune time (and let's be Frank, there is hardly an opportune time to begin falling into a foreign accent or weeping uncontrollably about a conflict which ended over 60 years before I was born!!! People get confused!). And though I'd hardly say its a debilitating situation - flare ups aren't so common that it happens all the time, maybe two or three times a year, and it seems to be less common as I've gotten older - I don't like not knowing what's going on.

Anyway, for those who made it through this, thanks for taking the time to read through this wall of text! If anyone can offer any information or advice, or simply confirm that I'm not crazy (well, I'm a lifelong academic, historian and storyteller. So I probably AM crazy 🤪. But not because of this) I'd appreciate it. And hopefully I didn't humiliate myself my writing this.

I have been curious about the different approaches to past life regression. When I watched Damian Bertrand’s sessions on TV, it seemed like his clients didn’t remember a lot afterward, as if they were deeply hypnotized or asleep. They shared specific details like names, dates, and places during the session, but they didn’t recall the complete experience afterward.

In my own experience with past life regression, it was completely different. I was awake the whole time, fully aware, and it felt more like a guided meditation. I didn’t recall as many specific details (like names or dates), but I was still able to access meaningful insights.

Does this difference come down to the method used? Are there two main types of past life regression—hypnosis-based and meditation-based? And if so, which one is considered more effective or reliable? Could the deeper relaxation of hypnosis be why Damian’s clients accessed such specific information?

I’d love to hear your thoughts or experiences!

3 am is the traditional witchy hour, any risk to do a past life regression at this time?

When I was 13 I listened to a past life regression vid on YouTube, I can link it if you’d like, and it was just for fun. Im unsure if this was just my subconscious or what but it was more realistic than any dream I’ve ever experienced.

In this video I watched there is a point where he says you fall and when he did I actually fell. And it was like when your falling as you fall asleep and you jump out of it. It was very unsettling. But even more so when I was suddenly on the back of a small wooden wagon. I wasn’t in my living room anymore. I was completely there, and I still remember it like a memory, not like something that was just in my head.

I was uncomfortable, there was hay scattered all around me, and I believe bales behind me but I didn’t turn around. So I’m unsure who was at the front of the wagon or what animal was leading it. It smelled awful. Like rot and sewage. I never realized how bad that sleeps until then. It hit my nose like a truck. I was wearing a white dress(?) but it was thickish and slightly off white, and it wasn’t too dirty but it was NOT flattering lol. It reminded me more of a glorified potato sack.

I looked at my hands, they and my arms were somewhat dirty and pale. But I didn’t care about that, bc I was to focused on the chains. They were connected to the wagon(I believe) and my wrists. They were huge and thick and reddish. And very unpleasant. They were loud and made a lot of noice clanking together as the wagon moved. The wagon was going down a small cobblestone(that’s what it looked like) road between a bunch of buildings all side by side. There were all kinds of people out. Some had little stands that were almost connected to the buildings.(idk it’s hard to explain) and they were selling things, I saw a couple big pigs(they were making a lot of noise). Some people paid me no mind while some(especially the children) stared at me. I was older than I was at the time but I don’t think I was older than 15(?).

It was loud and bustling but I couldn’t focus on any of it. Bc I felt this fear grip me that was the most despairing helplessness I’ve ever experienced. And it wasn’t just hopelessness it was the gut wrenching additional feeling of acceptance. Like that girl KNEW she was about to die but she couldn’t do anything about it. It was the most awful feeling. I came out of it so quickly I nearly fell out if my chair. It came with that falling feeling but this time back to my living room.

It’s scares me but also interests me. I wasn’t big into historical shows or European history so I didn’t know what any of it meant. But I just knew that girl was about to die. Upon research it seems like she was going to be executed. I just wish I had turned around. Seen what was ahead. I might have gotten a better clue. There weren’t any words in the buildings that I saw. I just wish there was a way I could fact check. To know if it’s my subconscious or not.

I lost my 2 year old son in September and I had a small reading from a medium who told me she saw that he had also passed young in a past life of his. Am I able to learn more about his past lives? And why they keep telling me he was only meant to be in my life for a short time- I’ve been told this 3 times now. Thank you

Making regressions more accessible is my goal. I usually offer a regression for my friends, but I was thinking how some ppl can't afford regressions so I guess if anyone wants I can give you a regression for the same rate as I do my friends. About 10$. It can be however long, and if it's ur first I can walk u through the process, idk where to tell ppl about it so I guess I hope it's ok to here.

If you want a glimpse to my success with my technique you can see my post here with 'help with historical information '

Months ago I saw a post and a picture of a man who was born in the early 1900's. He was an occultist and didn't know anything about him but his eyes drew me so badly where I did a research. Apparently he died in the city I live in and he had some organization here founded by him.

I went to the building because they have events and lectures. I came across his pictures and again was feeling odd, like a nostalgia feeling. One of the lecturers was an old man who knew him personally and I asked him questions. He told me he was very wise, like he had knowledge from a past life and how he doesn't know if he will ever reincarnate.

Does anyone else has similar experiences? You can DM/message.

I want to tap into my past life. I currently don’t know what my past life is. But voices have told me I was Mother Nature. The devils child n what not. N that I shouldn’t be having sex. What do you think? Do you think I’m Mother Nature? Or do you think I’m overthinking?

Hey everyone, since I was kid I get some different past lifes revealed to me. I have always been spirtual For example One past live I was murder Another past life lost a son and left daughter behind Another one my mother was my twin also in this past life I was in Ireland very spiritual Another one I was leader of a tribe died from sickness left wife 4 kids behind and pregnant wife Last one I was on a island in carribean or Africa who I was spiritual healer

Can my past life trauma come to current life ?

I know it's a lot but I'm very spiritual and wonder anyone past life as shown to them

These stories are based on the information that I've collected from working with clients, diving into their soul's story.

My goal is to share cosmic history and information, and to spark resonance within your own soul's memories.

I have more stories written out and also recorded on YouTube if you want to explore :).

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hello everyone!!! i thought i'd share a recurring dream i've had 3-4 times, as it's kinda funny and i'm interested if any of you have seen a similar place in your dreams/regressions.

i think this is a trading excursion i went on several times with members of my tribe. it feels very ancient; i can't tell when it was, and if i had to guess location, i'd say it's south america.

each dream where i end up at the cliff starts with me walking through what seems to be a jungle or heavily wooded area with a group of people, not sure how many, but at least three or four others. we're carrying things with us, bundles and items wrapped together, but i'm not sure exactly what they are.

eventually, we come to a huge, sheer cliff with a waterfall, and it's always at this part in the dream i get annoyed because we have to climb to the top and i really don't want to 😂😂😂 but we do, and when i reach the top, all i care about is looking at jewelry that other people have brought lmao

the last cliff dream i had ended with me more or less tossing my bundles to the ground and snarking at one of my companions, (who i'm pretty sure is one of my partners in this life 😂😂😂), something to the effect of " THERE! i carried all your shit up this massive cliff AGAIN, and NOW, i'm gonna go look at all the pretty jewelry. DON'T BOTHER ME", which is honestly hilarious to me because it's so ME 😂😂😂

anyone else been anywhere similar?

Through vivid dreams that had memory in them and after awoke. In 2001, I fell asleep to find myself remembering things deeply and then dreaming them. I normally don't have long dreams; before or after; just multiple ones' normally forgotten by morning tasks like most people. The most vivid is the job that was at hand we were instructed to come to earth, unseen with power of levitation and invisiblity. I never remember flying in vast space only through a special room in heaven that had a low ceiling sapphire gem blue walls and floor then ending up in the peekest of the sky and flying downward in swarms of classes and we split by fours on the way down. We dressed in all black somewhat uniform kind of cool looking trench coat I dont remember details of clothing. After we entered we landed and had to be where people had been and oddly enough feel the energy around us somehow and it led us to where we needed to go. We would listen for a distinct static sound, which would be from any object laying around. We then pick it up and say to this anatomic object, "Cheif, where do you want me to go or do next?" We then place it to our ear to hear words tell us what to do. Sounds like something from the nut house but it was so vivid like it once was a normal factor. I remember this was to locate us. So we can spot a dark static type swirl in a dark area , ducked off maybe in bushes or under a stair case to literally jump through like a hoop and end up anywhere on earth that we are suppose to be instantly, like a door. Which can lead to outside or in a house or store. Somehere no one is ever there to see and its another dark like static swirl that you exit from. I do remember one day the younger groups started to notice us. We flew down as a start like everytime we have to engage in this watcher job of gathering eierd objects. Except this time it had changed the children were grown and had children but this time. We split down in our four two females went right me and another oddly his name i remember wqs specifically Mike. We walked through a yard. Comparing this to these days and times it literally looks just like 1996 vehicles house designs and clothing of choicr. That beeing said a famiy was outside. A dad obviously was doing something by his truck while his younger daughters maybe twelve and fourteen were laying out in the yard in swim suits like they were tanning. When one looked to the back yard. We had already landed seen them snd were steady in invisible mode walking. Then the oldest girl said to the other "Hey, look , I think I see one" "Where" the youngest said "There look hard" oldest said, while staring at us we can feel we are using our powers to do so we were gifted with a crown i remember one day it was placed over us we cant even see it on the outside. This crown is a golden shape of like a floating design or designs inmbedded in your mind and insight like a memory of a visual picture. But you blink or close your eyes you see it and you feel it on your forehead like a inscripted memory or energy mix. Oddly its just like a crown also referred to as a halo. The golden halo. Well to understand why I said all this. To be invisible all we had to do was simple concentrate on being still, quite, and breathe softly. Then we can walk and do whatever even brushing up a tree branch would only look like wind. Atleast for those that are not an Angel. No one would know. Somehow these girls noticed us, just barely enoigh they could see a form of us. Then its like it scared them. They panicked and screamed. Upon the scream I had a memory of us being told by another angel one day he wqs out here on earth and a rumor was people were started noticing ud and calling us names. Well I and the other Angel panicked he ran, somewhere, dont know. I know I flew up not thinking to be invisible. I started to fly down and then there it was on this dirt area like texas was a Sherrif truck. I was coming down I freaked out that he noticed me. This crazy guy stopped the truck swung the door open, got out of his sherriff truck threw his hands up saying the exact words, "Hey, hey, I just want to talk to you, please? Hey , hey, sir.?" I was not even on the ground yet about fifteen or maybe twenty or thirty feet in the air. Yeah, I messed up so I flew to a house. He pulls up saying "Hey , hey, I just wamt to talk, im gonna do nothing" But this guy chasing me i remember what he was wearing perfectly he looked like he had a Tropper outfit on the cowboy hat too., He had tan outfit longsleeve, with dsrk brown pocket features and stripe down outsite of legs he kept his hand on the long baton in his holster. Hsd a dark brown hair and mustache with big eye, shiny sunglases on. I landed ran int hat house I was talk about. I saw a dark static swirl my opening , so I went in to find myself upstairs in different house. I didnt see him but scsrily I heard him saying "Come here, just need to talk you." But no sight of him a ran to a bigger room found toys heard static noise coming from a hand held battery fan with no batteries. I spoke into it "What do I do chief" he responded saying "Grab the next object and leave" So I thew the fan down the static sound went away from it and I heard it from this little toy. Now I never seen this still. But it was a small two or three inch Lousiville Slugger baseballbat replica made of plastic with a shiny film around it like clear thin tape and two red stripes on the end of the handle base where its knotched to be caught by your pinkys' if it was a real bat. Somehow, I know, what I know; I should not; such as; this world has restarted three times to fix an error and this is the last restart the fourth and final go around. Those who are evil in heart are being seperated and by doing so all living are being judged for the new earth and new heaven. When in time that is up to True Lord True God in time you will see many gods exsist but they are not mankinds God. Mankinds God has to be asked in order for the other Gods to recognize our small muniscal pitch of a voice. Our voice is powerful but not to a God. But only powerful with our God that is not the murderer described in the journals the world misreads as a guide. Holy Words are hidden Within to those who can and want to see it. Like the choice to read this very passage. We are not suppose to be mislead by spirits due to the nature of spirit demons casted out angels with no vessel to dwell in will take form and convince you and the mediums they are the past spirit. But all of us are in heaven right now. If you paid attention to the prime example a star was born remember and thr two eise men followed it becsuse the stsr mesnt the birth of Christ right? Well, to be in stature we are all born through a star that has casted our light into this vessel from spirit plane. We are still in heaven and we never left. We are the forgiven with no memory to hope to be forgiven again. To those who fear death in every book and religion states we live eternal life not how and that you are not promised heaven but you are granted eternal life if you just simply believe. It wouldn't hurt or fix , so throw it in there. Like a tattoo you got it to get it not like you really needed it in reality. Well, if it wasn't forced that is. But still you get it. One the thing is correct you are always with God. For those who live as the cursed vessel and those of us that fight it. We know this human body says there is none of the such but the spirit and mind say other. We say no god until we face the devil. We so no angel until we face a demon. Dont you see this equation will proceed in one or the other direction and then bounce back to realizing it is pointless not to have something to believe. Pick a side is your mission. No more angel watchers on this final and fourth run, no talks with god, no powerful herbs and witches, only science and doctors now. No refuge in a solid answered prayer that could change a mans mind. Nothing is here because we are all the ones that watched over humans for thousands of years. The story continues....

His diary is the oldest book alive even describes when he was good and what already happened. He lives and took thousands of years to write this book. The Holy Bible it is called. Powerful enough to cast out demons. Satan was once Lucifur he once was referred to as the Prince of Air with his skill of energy, wind, and phsyci. Munipulate energy to fly and cause storm from creating heat with speed of wind. The Prince of Air was also the Cheif of many legions of angels. They would gather and watch over mankind. As an angel being unaware Lucifur was mad because God didnt let him intervene as much as he wanted too. I dont know who Eden is. But a place was named this and it obtained a garden of beautiful and bountiful of growing foods for our survival. If Im not mistaken he was punished to this garden as a servant to serve the plants to till the ground , watch over and groom on earth. When punishment was over he'd come back. Like a time out. Each time he got more angry and do something spiteful. Take away this or forget about this. Well satan aka lucifur decided to play a little game one day believing if God can do this human thing to see if its well enough for us in the future, me too. He decided to waste his knowledge and ask Eve why does she not want to eat from the tree of knoweledge and be one like the Gods. Know whats good and whats evil aka bad. This interrputation is misled. It actually is the persusion to eat of the sexually produced seed. This would give you the knowledge of a God to know what this seed does. You eat of these fruits and seeds. Why not the fruit of my loin. This was taken away by the kings saying its too discriptive in sexual manner. The most beautiful man known as Lucifur now as Satan was one of both. Perfect creation of both functioning properties. X and Y. Eve invited Adam over. They were ashamed to be naked now will make sense to you she was soiled and he was to. A web covered there areas so leaves and twigs were used as aprons to cover there. God asked them why are you covered? He notices and is ashamed he never let them discover this yet. In return for decietful behavior he turns the servant aka Satan unto a serpant. Remember this. He's been transformed into a reptile like being with forgotten powers as the prince of air. He forbids mankind and them to eat from the Tree of Life because its designed to be for when you have a heavenly body in heaven with no knowledge of evil whatsoever. He has Cherebum gaurd it with a flaming sword Also it shows Good and Evil were around before Lucifur maybe even God. But later Eve gave birth to Cain first then later Abel. God looked away from Cain's offerings which were fats and unedible organs from animals that may have died from old age. Only because he was not suppose to be here and he was Lucifur aka Satans son. Cain killed his brother out of anger. God banished him away to different land. The kings over centuries changed some truth but did not change the hidden messages. Lucifur aka Satan returned as a dragon and flew to heaven for revenge. The holy book survived the restarts, it all already happened. We are at the final finale of days. But we are not because we are back in time. Which makes it where we will never know the time or day when its all going to be over. But the sky will roll like a scroll and spin really fast day and night like its fake then the world will shake and tremble with mud slides and concave with earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. Seventy percent of land will be out of order. I dont how long its going to take for True Lord True God to make a new Heaven know or Earth. But thats all we know.

So the first time I visited me then bf, i also met his dad. Now here's the kicker, the moment I saw his dad I felt something, and he looked very familiar like we've met before. And I know he felt the same way because we locked eyes the moment we saw each other. There's this strange feeling that makes me think we've met before but that's the first time I'm seeing him. This happened 2 years ago and it still remains in my memory.

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This odd dream that I have experienced started around a month ago, when I was depressed, tired and was constantly seeking answers about life after death. That night I was extremely exhausted and decided to go to bed early, hoping that my fears of death would end. However, I would never imagine that night on 22/10, would have given me a positive and yet mysterious answer about life after death.

And it went like this, the moment I closed my eyes and went to sleep, was the exact moment I woke up in my dream. My mind or consciousness (or whatever it is) was transferred to another human being. That human being was a middle-aged man, sleeping on a couch, in a sitting position inside the bus. (I call him John, just for the sake of making it easier to understand which person I’m referring to) Through the eyes of John, I could see that I was sitting in the middle of the medium sized bus, with its comfy vintage seats and brown, white coloured interior decoration. Towards the front side of the bus, I saw the driver and a couple of passengers who did not seem to be the usual people you encounter in the bus nowadays. They were wearing old fashioned suits, shirts, dresses, and haircuts of that period. At first, I was confused as to why these people dressed up the same way my grandparents used to wear when they were young. I tried looking outside the windows but throughout the route I could not see where I was or where this bus was taking me. It was so bright as if someone placed professional lamps, which were used in movies, to make the area brighter. I tried to figure out where I was going and who I was during my dream. Even if I were inside John's body and I could see the events from his perspective, I could not read his thoughts and figure out what was he thinking at the time.

I began looking at John's clothing and hands, I noticed that he was dressed very formal and had long slim elderly fingers. I even tried touching John’s face and realised at that moment, that person was not me. At first, I thought that it might have been one of those surreal dreams, which are purposely confusing and created, when we have anxiety. I tried to calm down and waited patiently for the dream to end. I do not know how long I was in the bus, but towards my viewpoint it felt like one of those never-ending dreams that keep going forever and ever. Occasionally, the bus would stop to lift and drop off passengers here and there, nevertheless John did not seem interested in leaving the bus any time soon. He felt very relaxed throughout the route and looked like as if he was daydreaming or something like that. While we were on the bus, there was voice that came right next to John and she asked: ‘Excuse me, is your seat on your left taken?’ John and I, looked towards the direction where the voice came from and realised, it was a beautiful woman in her mid-30’s – early 40’s. She seemed familiar, as if I have witnessed and spoken to her before, however I have not been able to figure out exactly who that woman was. John responded positively that he was not expecting anyone and just so happen to sit on the left seat. He offered her to sit close to the window and she appreciated him politely.

The woman (we will call her Evie), from what I remember, seemed to have either worn a shirt + skirt with combination of colours, including plain pink, red and white with or without different pattern shapes. She was a brunette and had her hairstyle was a mix of Artichoke, Bouffant and Flick Up. John started to have conversations with her, and it seemed that they were getting quite well, talking about their lifestyles, the economy and different subjects, which seemed to me quite alien and unknown, as if I watching a VR video or film, through the eyes of John. Throughout their conversation, I was so confused with the topics were bringing up, to the point my brain could not manage the overload of information of their conversation. It felt that they were talking for hours, despite the fact they never met before, nor have they introduced one and another. During their discussion, John jokingly forgot to ask her name and they both started laughing. Here is one of the strange parts of this story, while Evie was introducing herself to John, for some reason I could not hear her real name. I saw her lips moving, when she said her name, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. It was as if someone or something, muted her on purpose, so I will not learn her name. John responded by smiling to her and informed her that her name is adorable for a woman of her age. Then as I preparing to carefully hear John’s real name and figure out whether John was me (Adam), the same thing happened with Evie. His mouth was muted; however, I could sort of understand what his name was, from the movement of his lips and I reacted by saying: ‘That’s not my real name.’ Evie, was surprised that John’s name seemed to be rare name, that’s not commonly known in these parts. So, I guess I have found some piece of information that might help me find who John really was.

 Despite the number of conversations that they had, there was only one conversation between John and Evie that sparked my interest and only happened towards the end of the dream. They were talking about films that they’ve seen, which most of them seemed to me unfamiliar and haven’t found which films they were talking about, until John asked Evie, if she has seen any films that were directed by (and out of all the names John could come up with) Alfred Hitchcock (Before I go on, I have to make a very important statement. Prior to this dream, I have never seen any movies by Hitchcock, neither do I know who the director was, except that he was incredibly famous and acquired the title of ‘The Master of Suspense.’ I only did research on him after I woke up the next day.) Evie excitedly responded that she was a huge fan of his work, and she recently saw his recent film called Psycho. They started talking about the actors and the scenes were performing, specifically the scenes with the Killer, his victims, and the suspense they were experiencing. I had no idea which scenes they were talking about, until I recently watched the film and half of them were accurate to what happened to the film. There were also talking about his other works, but I have yet to watch Hitchcock other films to confirm, whether what John and Evie said was true.

Afterwards, the driver rang the bell and informed us about the end of the line for the bus we were in. Evie and John bid farewell and started to get out the bus. Once John got out of the bus, I could finally see where I was. In front of me, there was a massive row of old English houses that spread towards the right, with their vintage brick walls, small gardens, and pavements. On the left there seem to be a park, which had a giant tree and illustrious northern European grass, I can’t remember if there was a lake or not. Once the bus left, I was hoping to find out where John lived and which street he arrived, in spite of that, the moment he started walking towards the houses, there was a huge flash that happened so quickly and all of sudden, I woke up from my dream.

To this day, I am still confused as to what exactly happened and why did receive this vision. I am still looking forward to discovering more about my dream, hopefully my story would shed some light on the reincarnation or past lives theory.

I live in the Pacific North West and grew up in Southern California. I have never liked San Francisco (I dont know why) and I have always had this feeling like I am going to die there. I font feel this way about any other place. I have been there about 10 times (to visit) and nothing bad has happened to me there. I truly cannot explain why I have this feeling, but ever since I was a tween I have felt this.

Is it possible that I have died there in a bad way in a past life? This just occurred to me the other day.

No offense to anyone in San Fransisco. It is a lovely place and there is nothing wrong with it.

Can i know who all are the people I troubled to in my past life? From this life? Can this be known via past life regression therapy

Hello, I just wanted to ask is maybe my experience was something from my past life. I am Spanish (Dominican) European/African decent.

Tw: mentions the topic of s trauma (no details)

It only happened once. I believe I took an edible (yes I know) but for some reason sometimes this can trigger me as in speaking to my soul or subconscious (I swear not crazy). This time was a bit different…I blacked out essentially (I was not aware) and my boyfriend had to tell me what happened..sadly he doesn’t speak Spanish so he couldn’t understand me.

All I remember is feeling like I was in an episode like state where I was in a war like setting, it was like a flashback but this obviously was not my current life. It was insane because I even saw like what you think war would be like a visual replaying. But I also heard sounds like I was in a war…specifically felt to me I was in a Spanish war. This confirmed my feeling when my bf said I was speaking Spanish.

He told me I was distressed and flailing all over the bed. I was screaming in Spanish and he heard some curse words. This is weird as well he said I … started feeling myself (sexually) and screaming and basically like doing that but yet in a distress mode. (I have thought about having trauma sexually in THIS life) maybe I also experienced it in many lives?? I also tried to hit him a lot basically laying down in the bed and was just quite aggressive but not too much. I did eventually fall asleep and I woke up not remembering what I physically did but I remember what I saw and felt and heard while not conscious. My intuition is telling me that was part of my past life and it was not related directly to my life but maybe to why I am the way I am now and why I have these certain lessons now.

I also tend to speak to my boyfriend after being triggered or in an episode and it’s like I’m actually reflecting on it myself or I am actually talking to myself but I use him as a tool to be able to do that (almost like tricking myself I am talking to him but really I am talking to my own self). I guess that is the only way I have found out how to dig into my subconscious. I have to talk out loud to someone that helps me feel safe. But this experience was nothing like I ever experienced. I do experience age regression (trauma) or I go mute recently but this year I embarked on my spiritual journey when I met my bf (soul mate/other half) because it has been helping me grow and learn about myself. (I repress a lot since I was young).

I would love some input on what you guys believe and if this has ever happened to anyone?

I have been having dreaming about the same scene again and again for a decade. In my dreams i see myself a pretty dark skinned woman with long curly hair, walking around a castel in a deserted region which I believe is Egypt. In the dream I turn into that women and experience different scenarios, for the past decade a man's voice kept chasing me saying things like " I will find you " and I was terrified of that voice. I wake up middle of the night sobbing, afraid and over whelmed. Until today morning. Just a week ago I turned 20 and today I dreamt of the owner of that voice. I finally saw him. I remember everything vividly. I know there is more to the story. I saw a very small part of it. I was terrified of him in the dream because apparantly he is an enemy prince. But when I woke up i didn't want to forget him, i wrote down every little detail i have of that dream. Idk why I feel so attached to him even tho I don't remember his face. Everyone I told about my nightmares kept telling me I read too many novels or fiction, In fact I don't i never read about anything that I saw. If it was once or twice I could understand but dreaming about it for years is not something I can explain.

Hi! Me 35f met my husband 46m 12 years ago, and I remember when I saw him it was like a compelling force, I was in a relationship back then, living with the person and had 1 kid, but after seeing him I just dropped everything just to even have a possibility of being with him. I broke things off with my partner back then (things weren’t good between us for a long time, so the breakup was long overdue) and just waited to see what happens. My now husband told me he felt the exact same when we met, we dated for 1 month and then he started living with me, we got married 1 year later, he is virtually the father of my son because he helped me raise him since he was little, we had 2 daughters after, and until this day we are OBSSESED with each other, this is something I never felt, we cannot get enough of each other, even though life is pretty hectic with 3 kids and working full time we always find time to kiss, touch each other, we sleep every night closely intertwined, it’s just crazy how this level of love just keeps increasing over the years, not decreasing like most couples.

All these things makes me think he must be someone I am destined to be with, or maybe a frustrated love from a past life, is anyone here experienced with a similar situation?

You know how sometimes you meet someone and it feels like you know them already on a deeper level? Do you think that can indicate having been with them in a past life?

I posted on a few other subs probably a month after I initially met this man.

I am going through hands down the hardest time in my life, I have almost shut myself off to the outside world, known I needed to take action and stop hiding but haven't found the strength, motivation and have let fear hold me back.

I met this man almost 2 months ago, he came into my life when I was taking my mother to therapy. It was unlike anything I have experienced before, the energy with so thick it felt suffocating and exposing. Instantly I knew he knew me and I knew him, the good the bad, the past, the present and a sense of the future. My energy around him felt heavy not necessarily in a bad way but in a way I wasn't ready for. Not only can my mother, grandmother and aunt see/feel/sense the energy chemistry between us but his entire office can, even other patients in the waiting room. If someone had a gallon of paint and tossed it in the air there would be thousands if not millions of strings pulling us together.

I have been doing a lot of in-depth mindful meditation to get answers, try to understand how this person was so different than any other person I have met where there was instant energy and chemistry, I know I will never have this experience in my life again. I have felt like I just needed to understand, the longer time has gone on the longer I understand that we have always been part of one another, I have always had unconditional love for this man and I feel it from him as well. I have also asked for specific signs because I feel him or a message from him randomly when we are not together, EVERY SINGLE TIME I ASKED FOR SOMETHING SPECIFIC IT HAS HAPPENED.

I know he was my partner/lover in past lives. I have these strong memories from one of our lives together, we were in medieval times where he was a blacksmith and I baked pastries, we slept on straw on the ground with a fire slightly above us we were so poor but we were so happy it was the most pure and honest love. I realized I have missed him for centuries, I have felt him when ever I am in moving bodies of water and sense he has felt/feels me when the warmth of an open fire touches his skin.

I have this strong sense that we were never supposed to find each other in this life by our own design but I have been in such a dark place it feels like our souls negotiated before we met in reality because I needed him, I needed him to remind me of who I am like he is my mirror but that if I stay too long in his life it will only hurt him and distract him for the mission he is on. I have to tell him goodbye, selfishly I really don't want to. Even though we have never been physical (besides hugging) I feel like we have been silently intimate, everything in me wants to believe that its not our time right now but things could change in the future. Unfortunately I just feel it in my bones that if I don't tell him goodbye I am only complicating the future lives I sense we will have together. I also would NEVER put this man in a situation that would screw anything up for him, I know it is his life that would suffer if I continue to stay.

My heart is broken and full of gratitude, he made this sacrifice to remind me who I am and how strong I am. I don't know what I am going to say or how much of this I should share, selfishly again I want to have a conversation about it but I feel he doesn't need to know everything I feel/sense/know to be true. He is everything in this life, everything but mine and that is how it is supposed to be.

Some random strange things...

1. I get songs stuck in my head when I see him & days after I leave. The first song was "A Reminder by Trevor Hall" the second was "Every Other Freckle by alt-j" the last song this last time is "I Want It by Two Feet" (Escalating from the first song to the last was my wake up call"

2. I see Banyan trees when I am with him or think of him

3. I feel cotton when I am with him or think or him

4. I keep hearing that I need to tell him "It is all going to happen, your patience is going to be tested in a way it never has when this happens you need to get in water and breath through it. If you don't push it, it will be so much better than anything you have ever imagined" I honestly don't know what that means.

Has anyone experienced anything like this & what suggestions do you have on how I handle this conversation?

i’ve been getting distance reiki sessions regularly for a while now, mostly to help with stress and emotional blocks. it’s always been calming and uplifting, but my last session was on a whole other level.

while the practitioner was working on me, i felt this intense warmth in my body, especially around my third eye and crown chakra. it wasn’t painful or anything—just this overwhelming sense of energy shifting. then, out of nowhere, it was like this vivid memory popped into my mind, but it wasn’t from this life.

i could see myself, but i was someone else entirely—different clothes, different surroundings, and it was like i knew the people around me even though they’re not in my current life. the emotions were so intense, it felt like i was living it. i saw scenes of joy, pain, love... it’s hard to explain, but it felt real.

afterward, the practitioner helped me process it, explaining how sometimes reiki can unlock past life memories, especially when there’s a lot of healing energy focused on the higher chakras. we talked about how these experiences could connect to my current struggles and patterns, and honestly, it all made so much sense.

i left that session feeling lighter and more at peace, like i’d just unlocked something huge about myself. has anyone else ever had anything like this happen during reiki or energy work? i’d love to hear your stories.

I decided to do some DIY. I tried a thing where I rewind my memory back, from month by month, to year by year in my 20s, to key childhood memories, trying to go as back as possible. After a few times after my babyhood i see a dark space, of infinite blackness and expanse, with a few coloured obs floating in space.

After a few more tries, of going back even more I see what looks like infinite white space with nothing.

I tried going back more and I think I see what looks like an European style harbour, like Monaco, and sometimes what looks like a small Japanese seaside rural town. My mind isn’t completely clear I know.

Anyone seen orbs floating in space before?