I don't know where. But I clearly remember myself with the spear. I hid behind a hill with grass and hunted a mammoth! Then I ate it in a cave. But I already knew how to make fire. And you won't believe it. Now I really like to eat (at least a little) raw meat, fillets for example. And when I buy a fillet and cook something out of it, I will definitely cut myself a piece or two. Recently I tried to dip this piece in salt and it was even tastier !! And I think it all proves that I was a caveman.
My whole life is overcoming difficulties, I have vivid dreams, I love animals very much, I see myself as a rider. I love mountains very much, I am indifferent to the sea. The sky beckons, although I am afraid of heights. I love to travel.
Childhood sensations from memory that I lead a detachment, that I make decisions, I command. Whether I go for a walk, my parents sent me to the store, but mentally I’m playing the situation like a game ..
Also from childhood while dancing, whirling, and just whirling some kind of euphoric, once it led to an injury, split an eyebrow, unable to maintain balance.
Vivid plot dreams. Interest in who the ancestors were, to photographs.
Regressive hypnosis according to the Moody method (I recorded a self-hypnosis session) was able to trace many incarnations. To understand what lessons I am practicing, and even the closest people in my family who were to me before and what problems were not solved.
Religion was confessed. different, different races, extensive experience, often a man and with the exception of one incarnation, where a heart attack of old age was, usually a violent death. By the way, from my youth, I often joked that I would definitely not die.
This is birth sometimes it turned out that illnesses coincide with fatal injuries exactly by age from the past.
Meeting with a person a century from the past was very unusual, painful, but a person entered my life, became a member of the family. On his part there was a tough attraction, any parting in the first year did not make me feel childish.
India. Since childhood craving, a dream, it seemed unrealizable. I visited and let go. In due time I can see I got it right.
I have no doubt about rebirth. Phrases in unfamiliar and familiar languages came up, as well as names both my own and those that were meaningful to me people from the past.
Example: a wealthy house in Europe, possibly Germany, not sure, a young 25-year-old man Martin von Albert since childhood loves a girl from a family of kitchen workers. She is Olga, actress, young adventurous, goes to torture happiness to America. He, that is, my incarnation follows her, abandoning his family, searches and finds, tries to return, convinces that cabaret is not a theater, that he will pay the penalty, there is a third person. And that other banal out of jealousy kills Martin, who from wounds in the chest and dies in the arms of the one that he loved. The last words "mayn liben" ... and no matter how sad It was the understanding that she did not love so much, only accepted love.
In this life, the two met, but the one who was Olga again left her native land, but now to the place where fate brought him to Martin.
I know for sure that dying is not scary, but scary if it hurts.
Knowing yourself, you learn to love and not condemn others. And I value my dreams, there is no past, but more valuable experience, when you find yourself in someone else's parallel life, a fragment of the story of another life. It seems to me that the Oversoul can receive experience and food from different layers of the pie of realities, both parallel (left-right) and the past-future (back and forth). deja vu.
Such feelings often arise. I am literally drawn to the past. Few of my peers who listen to the Beatles and the like, I really like it, I don't understand why. My feelings are especially expressed at the sight of snow. One day I heard a Christmas song, it felt foreign folklore. And for some reason, I immediately (although I didn't even want to think about it) presented myself with a small wooden house, it is snowing outside the window, waiting for Christmas precisely Christmas, because something told me that I was not in Russia, but as if in some provincial village, as if it was 120-160 years ago. As if I had a younger brother, not a sister, but brother ... with blond hair .... And at the expense of dreams, I often dream that I am running along some snow-covered field, I don't even know where ... I just run)
And also in my head some streets, blocks came, only the weather was good, sunny and I was clearly in a different place. The feeling of the 60s, Rock and roll and all the things ... as if I was crossing the road ...
There is a relatively simple way to try to look at your past lives - this is regressive hypnosis. Today, there are several areas of regressive hypnosis from strictly scientific medical to completely magical, esoteric. The point is that in the state of hypnosis, memory is activated and the hypnologist sends the client back to childhood (for example, to find a traumatic event), but sometimes the client skips the moment of birth and begins to remember a past life. Here https://hypno3.ru/article004 is an interesting article about a skeptical scientist who has visited several past lives at once.
I don't really believe in this at all, but if reincarnation does exist, then either I live for the first time, or before that I did not live on Earth. I don't understand this world. I don’t want to be Here, but not in the sense of leaving for another city / country, but in the sense of leaving it all altogether (I’m explaining badly, but if suddenly someone felt it too, they would understand). A constant feeling - that's it, I realized I don't like it, but now that's enough, take me. People are strangers. The world is terrible. It happens differently, but not here. In fact, it seems that some of my friends "not from here" decided to joke at me, put me in this strange place, and at any moment they will come out, say that it was all a joke, and now we are returning home, and all again it will be fine 😂
I have an obsessive fear of a slit throat that is activated by stress. Very so, sensual, I want to block my throat. First appeared in adolescence. Basically, I have several options for a reasonable explanation, but they are all somewhat shaky.
There is a half-joking theory that in a past life I was the wife of a famous writer: she died on my birthday, and his books seemed to me very dear and recognizable long before I knew about it.
From time to time (but quite rarely), meeting new people, I "recognize" them. Immediately a strong "this is my friend" / "I know you" feeling arises, some of the behaviors seem familiar, although in fact they are not familiar to me. Moreover, this feeling is well distinguishable from the spectrum of "normal" sensations from new people, which is about like or dislike. As a rule, I have a really good contact with these people and a close trusting distance easily develops (although the relationship can then deteriorate, including very totally, for a bunch of quite banal reasons), and everything happens very mutually.
In principle, I can find several reasonable explanations for this phenomenon, although I can not verify how working they are.
Yes, my partner and current closest person is not one of those people. I am absolutely sure that we have never met before.
I have no reasonable explanation for this feeling, nothing in my childhood prepared me for an authoritative position and did not indicate that adulthood is something good.
I think I was somewhere in a war or in some kind of battle before my death in a past life. Perhaps I was not killed in the traditional way, but strangled. I hate it when foreign objects, including even my own hair, touch my neck, as if they are suffocating.
I think in my past life, there was no technology and people rode horses.
Somehow it feels like.
Trafficked in illegal chemicals in the 1970s, USA, was shot in the back. He was also a father who killed the mother of his children. In addition, a Catholic priest, African, who lived in Jaffa and loved a European woman from a wealthy family, and my best friend cut off my legs and fed them to his dogs. Dreams are the source of this dubiously valuable information.
Do we have a soul? Is she capable of rebirth? Or is it just a spiritual part of our body that disappears after our life?
There is no clear answer to these questions, but I prefer to believe that the soul is reborn carrying some kind of burden of emotions, images and memories.
Perhaps dreams that carry real feelings of pain, cold, warmth, tastes, etc. And there is the memory of a past life, which carries longing or a feeling of guilt for the accomplished act. And after waking up, you remember and for some reason walk as if dropped into the water, although with your mind you understand that this is just a dream, but not with your heart.
And what can you say about when you walk, talk with friends and there is a feeling of your antiquity, as if you are tired of living for a long time and just want to disappear and rest.
The same most can be said when it pulls to the past, as if somewhere in many centuries there were close people and a long-familiar life.
Perhaps this is just my perception of the world and imagination, and if this is not the case, then when lived there? Nevertheless, I prefer to believe in a past life, especially when, at the first meeting with my best friend, I felt as if I had again found the most dear person in the world and I wanted to laugh with joy, and after many years to make sure that we are so similar, but at the same time is different.
I seem to be quite "new" here, but sometimes I thought that I had found a war. because "still" I am afraid of flying planes, I am still waiting for the bombing, I am afraid of fireworks - explosions, "fire"; as a child, I didn’t look at anything so paramilitary / read it, but dreams on the "theme" happen sometimes. In general, I don't like to think / talk about it. so who knows, maybe there was a "sad past life experience"
Last summer, my friend and I found out that we had already crossed paths in a past life. She lived on the border of the 15th and 16th centuries, was a woman who professed Buddhism. I was her grandson, lived in the 16th century. Actually, all that we could find out. Since then, I started calling my friend "Buddhist grandmother."
Not infrequently in a dream I see an airship falling at an angle because of a cracking frame, while I am holding something heavy in my hands. If I believed that dreams are a regression into past lives, I would assume that I was either the one who for some reason orchestrated the crash, or the one who unsuccessfully repaired the airship.
Lived in New York in the 70s, knew Andy Warhol, died of an overdose in Studio 54, or from AIDS, I don't remember exactly.) But Studio 54 was in a past life for sure
I am a Russian girl with distant Jewish roots (my great-grandmother was Jewish), but for some reason I constantly strive to say that I am a Jew. A registered Jew, not a Jew. And until I was 15, I constantly saw in my dreams the streets separated by canals, I walked along the embankments in my sleep ... What was my surprise when I got to St. Petersburg and was able to watch my dreams live. I was in this city for the first time, but I was guided no worse than the locals, I went for a walk alone where my eyes were looking, climbed down at the stations I liked, and I had no problems finding my way back without maps and phones, despite the fact that in Kazan I get confused corny in exits from the metro station, although I have been living here for 2 years.
The feeling that I was a man who lived in Eastern Europe and died in a concentration camp. There is a shiver when people talk about WWII and genocide.
Recently, by the way, my friend and I talked about the fact that a person is being reborn. Scientists took measurements and put a person about to die on the scales. When he died, he "lost" 1.35 g (if I am not mistaken)
Therefore, we have something of a soul, an ego, I prefer to call it energy
And it goes nowhere does not disappear, I believe that it is then that rebirth occurs
As a child, I had a great craving for London (my parents did not tell me a word about it), I pasted over all my walls with my own drawings of London (like a child crazy from the movie), well, in the end I went there)
Then I have a craving for the Romanov family, or rather, for Nicholas II, the ruler of him is of course horrible, but it seems to me that I know him personally ( this can't be hehe)
Well, sometimes you walk down the street and see a person as if you know, but in fact you don't (it's strange)
I doubt it. But there is something inexplicable.
2. At the mention of the Second World War, a strange melancholy attacks and insanely pulls to Western Europe.
It's easy to say - they say, there is no evidence, you don't have to believe, this is not scientific ... Sometimes you try to erase your memory from yourself, so as not to think about it, in order to be "normal", "adequate". But such a deep memory is not etched away. You just live with her.
I have many acquaintances who remember their past lives. Ordinary guys. It's just that it's not customary to talk about it, and they don't advertise it. And among your friends there are probably such. They are just silent. Well, someone prefers to think that this is a dream or some kind of fantasy. It's easier this way, and there is nothing reprehensible in this either. Moreover, the memory of reincarnation does not always work through clear pictures (like memories from childhood, for example). It can manifest itself as an incomprehensible strong craving for a certain country or a certain period of history.
For example, I have no "pictures", my memory works through very vivid sensations of what happened before birth. Therefore, it is rather difficult to describe it.
I am skeptical of all this. But sometimes there is a feeling in dreams that something was so vague. It’s like a lot of dark rooms are very hot and have no strength, but I’m doing something anyway. Perhaps in a past life I was a miner))
There was a period when it seemed to me that in a past life I drowned myself as a child. I don't know how true this is, and we will never know.
I would like to believe that reincarnation exists, this gives hope that death is not the end, but simply a transition between worlds.
Died on the battlefield (either 1, or 2 World). Snow, a field, killed around, a nurse crawling, hoping to pull someone out. Maybe sleep, although it doesn't feel like sleep.