I’ve been really questioning the meaning of life and would love to hear from anyone who’s explored similar ideas.

A little background: I’ve read Michael Newton’s Life Between Lives and watched a lot of near-death experience (NDE) videos. I grew up Catholic but don’t really follow religion anymore. I’ve also had paranormal experiences as a child, like seeing ghosts, which makes me believe we exist beyond death.

Four months ago, my 18-year-old son committed suicide. He had Asperger’s and struggled to connect with people. Before I found out he passed, I had this dream where I knew he was already gone. In the dream, I asked my husband how my son’s spirit was, and he said it was okay. Three hours after waking up, I got the call that he had been gone for a few days.

These experiences have left me questioning our existence:

1. Am I the human, the spirit, or the soul? In a lot of NDEs, people describe leaving their bodies and not wanting to come back, almost like they stop caring about their human families.

2. Do humans love and care more deeply than the spirit or soul? Is the love we feel as humans different or stronger than what we feel as spirits?

I’m just trying to make sense of all of this and would really appreciate any thoughts or experiences you’d like to share. Thanks for reading.

Do we have in every life the same guardian angel or spirit guide or does it change

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?

So I believe in reincarnation 100% and here's why.

So firstly is, you just get reincarnated immediately. Secondly, an afterlife possibly exists that you experience after death. Thirdly, if the multiverse theory is true and there are infinite other universes, there will be other ones playing out exactly like this one, another you will just get reincarnated in one of those. Fourthly, give an infinite amount of time, and an infinite amount of things that can happen, will happen, an infinite amount of times, but you can't experience time while you are dead, just like you didn't experience time before you were born. So its pretty much just like getting reincarnted immediately from your point of view. Nature abhors a vacuum.

This is long and hard to explain but I'm curious to hear outside opinions. My mother is afraid of death. When she was going through a time of medical issues, she seemed to fear it more, claiming she "looked it in the face", leaning in to the concept of death and again, it's "face". She was very frightened, and had a panic reaction that she did not want to die. I believe it was in that moment or within a couple days after, she had this vision. She was fully awake and sober but suddenly she was not in this world anymore, in a sense. I believe she described it as there being this big cylinder, and her vision trailed from the bottom of it up, from the inside of it. It was brown and dark, and as her sight traveled up the spinning, revolving cylinder, there appeared these shelves that had hundreds of people on it. She felt, knew, that they were her ancestors. They dressed and looked differently, as people did over generations and time periods, and a voice came about. I don't remember if she heard, or felt the words this being (presumably Death) spoke, but it told her something along the lines of "You cannot avoid it, you must join the rest of them." Talking about the ancestors lining the walls of this spinning cylinder. In "real life", she got out of this vision due to another panic response. She found herself saying "No, I don't want to go!" And was back sitting in her bed, instead of floating inside the cylinder.

It sounds crazy, and she's a little witchy to put it very mildly. She's done things that are darn near supernatural and if anyone could have a sight into...whatever this was, it'd be her.

Does anyone have any idea what this was? Why it was a cylinder, spinning seemingly within space, why her ancestors were lining the walls and who the voice was?

Good afternoon everyone. I am looking for like-minded people/friends with critical thinking on the topic of reincarnation to study and develop together in this direction. Briefly about myself: I’m 39, I’m from Ukraine, now I live in Ireland. Hobbies: bioenergy (spiritual development), psychology, computer games. I believe that Reincarnation exists by 90 percent (at the moment), I want to find ways to more consciously reincarnate and people who want and can do it with me, in order to build a happy future together . I can feel my chakras (for 25 years now). The level of English is already average. I will respond to messages every 3-4 days. If you are interested, I will be glad to chat to find out if we see eye to eye on Reincarnation (for starters). (write only in PM).

Do you think every single thing really happens for a reason, or do our guides or whoever only intervene to make certain things happen, or at least give us the opportunity? How do we balance the affects of our choices, or other people’s, as being something we/them should bear responsibility for, or being intentional to teach us or them some sort of lesson?

Some claim the ultimate achievements of our lives are predetermined, but there are different roads we can take to get there, some easier than others. I like this idea, what do you guys think?

Think about it. In our current lives there have been many times we wished we could go back in time and undo great mistakes, but of course we never can. Once again, we have NO idea what happens after death. We can speculate and try to reason but we will never know, we can't even really tell what possibility is more likely than the other.

So once again, WHAT IF, reincarnation doesn't flow in the direction of time. Our current existence causes us to believe that we will reincarnate as something in the future but that could be totally NOT what happens.

Isn't that depressing? What if our current choices have no affect on our possible life after death? If we die and reincarnate "in the past" or in some different timeline, than nothing matters.

I keep trying to plan for the future beyond my current life for some reason, but I guess I should stop.

However, I use my hope for some karmic forces to be a good person. I've been taught to treat others as I wish to be created. That is useful for this lifetime, to get what I want. Good things won't happen in life if I am self-serving. But, love is absolutely conditional and that makes my reality depressing.

I wish I could truly be loving, and love unconditionally, but I don't find that to be logically possible.

We are conscious beings that experience good and bad, you can't have one without the other, or there would be nothing, just neutrality or, "no universe". Just nothing.

Some are born into happy lives of good circumstance and others are born into terrible lives with bad circumstance, like child molestation. These children don't know how to defend themselves from this, and are fucked up forever.

That brings me to the question of what happens when we die? I naturally feel like I must find an answer for existence. Our brains are programmed to do this, otherwise we would experience nothing.

I feel like I can't enjoy happiness when there are others suffering, and I can't simply comfort myself by enjoying my own life, because my logical thinking brings me to believe that I will live another life after this one.

I completely understand why some cling to religion as a way of coping with reality. I believe religion, specifically the Christian one, is not a good way to bring about a better future. "Forgiveness for our bad actions" is an excuse. We are literally magicians shaping the world around us and instead of using our intelligence and power to foster a better world, we fall into a negative cycle of, basically, being a dopamine junkie.

That's humanities curse. It hasn't been broken so far, but it could, absolutely. Mark my words, it is possible for our coexistence with eachother to be heaven. Of course we won't experience eternal love, that's a pipe dream!

I believe if we can combine our philosophy of life, into this one or another that rely on the stupidity of God controlling our reality and future, our life, and not ourselves, we can fulfill our potential as "experiencers of the universe". We've come a long way from being apes in caves, killing eachother and living hell.

The past is hell and the future is heaven.

This post is a copy of another I recently made in the r/ketamine subreddit, changed a bit so this message won't be so threatening to those who oppose drug usage. Hopefully y'all drug haters read from top to bottom and can decipher this message for yourself without throwing it in the trash because it is drug-related. I'm working on being a better writer. It's easy when not under the influence.

Is it generally believed to be possible for a person to receive impressions/glimpses/dreams/etc. of a future life? If so, how would one discern between one of these impressions and a recurring product of the imagination? No disrespect meant in asking this question--I have reason to think I might have gotten a glimpse at a future life, but I was curious to know what others thought of the concept?

Not to say im a fan of him already and could just be adopting his techniques but whenever i play bass i recognize i play just like Cliff Burton and i been learning his riffs all on my own like they were already in my head memorized, am i delusional or is there a small chance of that actually being possible ~ sincerely a dumbass teenager

Probably.

I had a cat for 15 years and he was my baby. Like my little shadow and even had really bad separation anxiety, in fact that’s what killed him. He’d get horrible stomach ulcers when I left and in 2022 when my brother got married in Porto Rico I went there and had a friend watched him. Well he was older and stopped eating on my trip and died 2 days in.

I was heart broken, he was my little guy and I loved him. Fast forward a few weeks and my friend fostered a litter of kittens who were born a week after my cat died. She tells me I’m going to have a hard time with one because he looks like my old cat and sends me a pic. This cat looks EXACTLY like my cat. I tell her that’s cool but I’m not looking to replace my cat and I wanted to avoid seeing the kittens. She said ok. Fast forward 3 weeks and she’s been nursing these kittens her husband has to go in for a medical and she can’t find anyone to watch the kids, so of course I’ll help out and oh well I get to see some kittens.

I figured I’d just kind of avoid the kitten who looks like my old cat and it will be fine because I’m a stranger anyway.

Nope I open that door and this kitten flies at me. He’s following me everywhere I go screaming his little head off at me all of his siblings could care less about me. If I try to sit down he climbs on to me and tries to sit on the left side of my chest, my old cats favorite spot. And I keep taking him off and putting him down but then he just screamed more and climbed back up. I gave up eventually because kitten. When his foster mom comes home she goes to give him a bottle but he just diggs his claws in and bites her, he’s never done that. He wouldn’t take a bottle for her and would only take it if I gave it with him in his favorite spot. After I left he stopped eating.

She asked me to take him two days later so I did. It got weirder, my husband has a ritual where he calls all the animals at night, has them line up and gives them treats. My husband is weird and trained them to sit in certain spots in a certain order. The kitten the very first night with no prompting or training lined up in my old cats spot. It was freaky even his former littermate who never got along with other cats immediately began treating him like she treated her brother, grooming him in the same spots playing the same way.

Was weird. Idk he was exactly like my dead cat for the first 6 months. And of course I kept him, how could I not. The similarities have faded a tad as he’s aged but he is still creepily similar and even our friends are like he’s the same cat. His original foster mom is convinced he is a reincarnation and is just too codependent to move on.

Anyway I just got diagnosed today with terminal cancer so this is on my mind. I brought it up to my husband today and I found out my husband thinks that we’ve been married before and that he was my wife and I was his husband. He says he thinks we have been married a lot and that I always do this and leave him young and he thinks I tend to go off to war and die leaving him widowed. He was very specific about some stuff and it made me think. The cat thing and my husband bringing up strange things in our relationship just made me think. Idk I’m going to die soon and much sucks but I always want to marry him and I want to marry him again and I hope there are more lives for us so that I can keep marrying him over and over forever. Really it’s all I want to do. I don’t care what gender either of us are or could be and neither does he. We just want to be married to each other.

The idea of marriage made me gag my whole life until I met him and then I instantly just wanted to put a ring on his finger and I want to do that again and that’s it. I’m sad we won’t have more time this life but I hope reincarnation is real so I can get another ring and put it on his finger again and apparently with my codependent cat

Not sure who I am if that explains

So my dad says that his grandfather and grandmother were both I guess priest s are something high up on the church scale I don't know the exact words because I have MS... But they could lay hands spiritually like heal people only if the people said that it was okay, what I'm getting at is my dad is gifted with sight and hearing and vibes but my mom's side is gifted as well with sight and other things... I know for a fact I'm special but don't know really what I know I feel like every thing is connected together if that makes sense like Christianity other beliefs it all comes full circle in my experience of the universe everything that I've dealt with I genuinely feel like it all meets a circle.... But I just wish I really really knew who I am like I feel very ancient if that even makes sense? I'm sorry if I'm extremely confusing. 😂 Because I'm extremely confused 😂 but I don't feel like I'm lost 😂 kinda 🤔 😂

And how?

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’m not a big user on this platform, but I would like to know a bit more about this and I’ve looked everywhere. But it felt too real.

The memory goes as the following——

Starting at the top of the stairs to a circular auditorium. The auditorium was in a void with a spotlight going down to a podium with one microphone. There is a half moon of viewing seats all empty except for one. Off to the left was a man in business attire standing there holding a briefcase. You could not see his head due to the darkness. I had walked down the stairs to the main floor. I turned to see the man still there still could not see his face. I walked back up the stairs to see a hallway of almost infinite filing cabinets. This at no point ever felt scary. At the end of the hall was a door. And life began after that. My first memory into consciousness was my 3rd birthday party.

This is a memory hasn’t haunted me, but it raises a lot of questions. Who was the business man? Why was it not judgement? Could it be a reflection of a past life? Was I being given a chance to be heard? Was i reincarnated? Am I new soul?

Just so much stuff that is up to interpretation Anyone else have similar experiences or have a good interpretation of what this is?

I have been in therapy most of my life. Due to childhood trauma, I have amnesia about parts of my past, but my brain also prevents me from remembering things that happen now that brush against my trauma. For example, it's not at all unusual for me to have no memory of what I actually talked about in therapy by the next day. My brain just doesn't feel safe letting that into my consciousness.

I've been with my current therapist for six years, and she's fantastic. I've made so much progress, especially over the last four years that we've been doing a type of therapy called internal family systems.

Recently, my therapist has admitted to me that she has no other explanation than reincarnation for some of the things I've talked about during sessions. My impression was that this isn't something she's encountered with other clients. I can't remember what I talked about, of course.

Has anyone else experienced this? Why would my brain be protecting me from past life memories, or is it just so in the habit of repressing things that it over-reacted?

I had a dream last night, and can't get it out of my head. It wasn't a normal dream, it felt real, and just different than normal dreams.

I was driving in the dream, in a different country than I am in now, on a windy backroad. I lost control of my car and crashed into a tree. I was then out of my body, and into a room with some sort of beings. They talked to me, and I felt calm, but I couldn't see them. There was a large screen, which showed the crash, and they explained to me I had just died. In this place, it was familiar, and I had knowledge I didn't have during that life I just lost. I saw other screens too of past lives, including the one I had before that one, where I was a guy named Gabriel, and I knew my last name (started with a M) but I can't remember it now. I remembered that life vividly and can even vaguely remember even now what my face looked like as "Gabriel". In this place, I could remember everyone I had been, as if blended into one bigger self while in this place before starting a new life, as if that is my true self. It was almost a feeling of like "oh okay, I'm back here, I remember now"

Could've just been a dream I guess, but idk, it really just felt totally different, vivid, etc., and has been all I've thought about today. I can't help but feel like I remembered it in my sleep.

irst of all, sorry for my poor English skills; I am not a native speaker of the language.

I think we can all agree that most people have a cliché view of reincarnation, typically imagining it as something like your soul leaving your body and joining a newborn. This idea is supposedly proven by people who claim to remember things from their past lives. Personally, I don’t believe in that and think the only plausible explanation for reincarnation would be scientific. I have thought deeply about it and would really like to hear your thoughts on the conclusion I’ve reached.

(This assumes that consciousness and existence are linked to the brain.)

You’re probably going to think, "What is this guy talking about?" or "What does this have to do with anything?" but please read until the end.

Okay, I want you to imagine a perfect box—nothing can go in or out, and it is virtually indestructible. If you place an apple inside the box and seal it up for the rest of time, do you know what would happen? Well, at first, the apple would start to rot, and after some time, it would be reduced to nothing but dust. However, the apple’s chemical energy remains—the same kind of energy you would get if you ate the apple or burned it. We know that energy can't be created or destroyed (and, from my research, the argument about the expansion of the universe reducing energy in the universe is incorrect). That energy will eventually be released.

Over time—a ridiculous amount of time—the inside of the box would get very hot, reaching thousands of degrees. After an extremely long period, the energy would start to fuse, creating a nuclear reaction. In this scenario, time is infinitely long, but the number of particles in the box is not. So, over time, these particles of energy would go through every possible state they can, and once they’ve exhausted all possibilities, they’ll start to repeat them. If you left it for long enough, the apple would eventually reconstruct itself, just as it was billions of years ago. Not only that, but everything that could exist in the box would, in fact, exist in the box, and each of those things would exist an infinite number of times.

So, what does this have to do with anything?

Well, this is what I call the "Apple in the Box" theory, and as physicist Anthony Aguirre puts it, we might already be in the box—that box being everything. I’m not just talking about the universe, but literally everything.

So, scientifically, since we already exist, and assuming the universe—or whatever is beyond it—is infinite and has existed for an infinite amount of time, wouldn’t it be scientifically proven that our current bodies will have formed and deformed an infinite number of times?

Let me hear your thoughts about it!

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My cat passed away a year ago. I keep having this weird dream about random events in my life - but this time from my cat's point of view. Like, I am my cat and watching everything unfold.

It reminds me of that thing I read a long time ago about how we are everyone and everything in the world. I try not to think too much about it, but it freaks me out everytime I dream about another long forgotten event.

Has anyone ever experienced this? Is it possibly just grief manifesting in a different way, or does it actually mean something?

Ten years ago, my grandma died from lung cancer. She only told my mum and uncles about it roughly two months before she passed, and then my mum told me about a month before she died. It was a tough time for all of us, as my grandma was only 59.

Roughly four months after my grandma died, a little bird flew into our backyard. He was a baby Indian Ringneck. At the time, we didn't know he was a baby and just thought he was a female.

We tried to find the owners but never did, so we ended up keeping him. We let him do as he pleased and didn't keep him in a cage. He could fly around the house whenever he wanted.

We believed that maybe my grandma brought him into our lives because he helped us so much. As a teenager going through a tough time, he taught me a lot of lessons. After my grandma died, my mum went into a really depressed state, and our bird would always comfort her. I could see the love he had for all of us in his eyes, and he really changed our lives. He didn't want to leave us; he had many chances to, but he always stayed. There was even one time he flew away but came straight back.

Ten years later, around the same time my grandma had died, he flew away. We searched for days and knew exactly where he was, but he just never came down to us. It was heartbreaking, but by then, my mum had finally got her life back on track. She was making friends and living her life again. I had a good job and a partner who loves me, and my sister was also doing well.

We always suspected that he was my grandma reincarnated. Indian Ringnecks get a ring around their necks once they hit a certain age, and we had a pretty good idea of how old he was. It matched up almost perfectly with the time my grandma died. We thought that maybe it was time for her to move on.

It's been a year now since our bird left, and I still miss him dearly. But it makes me happy to know he had such an amazing life and that maybe now it's time for him to be free.

Is it possible for someone to come back as a bird or do you think she just brought him into our lives?

I Just found this sub , you guys tell how can i achieve that & I'll leave rt away

Pisses me off

Why reincarnation is just about shade of grey rules and just put wretches to suffer just to destroy them again?