Thread: Reincarnation

Originally Posted by juroara

Okay, more babbling, I have another

These series of dreams are actually closer to a "past life" dream. During one year I kept having reoccuring dream characters, always the same three in my dreams. The first was a young girl who kinda looked like me. Her hair was curly like mine. Her face tells me she's definitely from my moms side of the family. When ever I met her in the dream I was so happy, like I was reuniting with a soul mate. We were just the best of friends!

Sometimes she would be with her brother. Short, chubby and blonde hair. He didn't look puerto rican to me, which threw me off. The girl looks like family, but the boy doesn't?

The third character that kept reappearing was a tall slender black man in a suit. In the first dream, he bumps into me as though it was an accident. But it was no accident. When I looked into his eyes I freaked out. I saw consciousness staring back at me - not a dream character. He made a few remarks on lucidity, dreaming and god. But mostly I was scared of him, as though he was the devils lawyer. He always had a briefcase.

The girl would pry me away from him. She would tell me that he was dangerous, that we had to run from him. And that was the subject of many dreams.

My new best friend invites me to her house. Clearly this is puerto rico. She runs barefoot with the chubby blonde boy. For some reason the chubby boy was pissed at me. He kept making remarks like "she doesn't realize it yet?" and the girl would snipe at him "shut up!"

While in her house I went off on my own, just exploring the rooms. I couldn't help but over hear a conversation. The conversation revealed that the two knew it was a dream. And for whatever reason the girl didn't want me to know that this was all a dream. I came out of the room and faced them both. Their eyes terrified me, because they didn't have the eyes of dream characters, but something conscious and real staring back at me.

Dream characters who are lucid before me? I asked them who they really were. The girl for the first time looks pissed at me, as though I ruined everything!! The dream dissolves and the three - the girl who looks like family, the chubby blonde boy, and the black lawyer - I never saw them again.

I asked my mom about the girl because she looked so much like family, but yet she wasn't anyone I knew. Mom said my description matches my great grandmother. And when my great grandma was little, she was often running around with a cousin who was blonde, chubby and blue eyed. But the black lawyer didn't ring a bell.

I remember being as young as three years old and having uncles and aunts tell me that I look and act just like my great grandma, who passed away before I was born.

It wasn't just appearances, but quirky habits and feelings I couldn't explain. I've always had a fear and mistrust of drunken men - especially alcohol and men. I didnt understand these feelings. Where were they coming from? I mean I was ten years old and I was terrified of alcoholics. But this fear wasn't founded in my life. My parents only drank on the holidays and never got more than tipsy. So I had no rational reason to have obtained this fear from my parents. Then from who?

Mom would later tell me that there is a history of alcohol abuse in our family. My grandma was abused by my drunken grandfather - who died when I was very young. And my great grandmother was abused by my drunken great grandfather.

I still don't have a good explanation for the slender black lawyer

If you didn't notice, maybe the black tall man is a symbol of your grandfather and great grandfather, they were probably as dangerous as the girl said to the boy.

Originally Posted by juroara

I once had a dream that went roughly like this:

I was a native american girl waiting for her brother to come home from war. When the brother came home my spirit literally flew out of the girl and into the boy. All memory of being "me" and being female was gone. As far as I knew I was a native american boy-warrior.

He came home alone and when he realized none of the other warriors had made it, he left again to continue his mission-this time alone. He did not even hug or console his weeping little sister. His canoe was attacked by a massive crocodile. He felt the fear of death but still manages to shoot study with his rifle. This was a crime according to the old ways. His fear that he angered the river gods was realized when the crocodile was still alive - demonic in his view.

He's chased deep into the woods by the ravaging crocodile. Lost, he stumbles into a mother bear and her cub. At first the mother bear doesn't know what to make of this human. Scared out of his life he shots the mother bear in front of her cub. Again, he broke the laws of old that state killing animals is for hunting only, not out of hatred or fear. His fear that he's angered the spirits is again realized when the cub turns into a demon. So he kills the cub too.

Now he's screwed!

He runs mad across the plains, convinced a demon is chasing him. And damn could he run. He ends up in a white man city. Well damn, the enemy is everywhere now. So the warrior does what he's always done - he takes out his rifle and takes aim.

Screw this! Screw your damn rifle! I finally 'wake up' and fly out of his body. I continue flying high in the sky - the boy never flew he only ran. I look back and figured he's gonna die from the path he's carved out for himself - and I want nothing to do with it.

I can't say that its a past life dream - but its been one of the most meaningful dreams ever. I've never experienced a dream before where I literally forgot all sense of being "me". I was someone else. I reacted, thought and felt emotions as someone else. And its still the only dream in which I "possess" a dream character.

I hate guns! I'm a huge gamer but, even in games I hate guns - won't use em! All my favorite game characters are hunters/warriors with bows n arrows. Bow yielding tauren is my newest love.

edit: oh and I forgot to say, I LOVE LOVE LOVE crocodiles. I can't believe I killed one in a dream! Come on, they're so cute with those stubby arms

This is awesome, seems like this was after when the english invaded america and you got guns from them as gifts/trade, i also was a native american when they invaded and i seen them when they decided to tour around in Virgina.

File:Fireside Chat 1 On the Banking Crisis (March 12, 1933) Franklin Delano Roosevelt.ogg - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
As you can see, this was based on many banks being robbed by many criminals during, this time, but he does not address it as so, even i know this was a very indirect speech with some metaphors here and there, and reassuring that banks can be trusted to keep people's money safe due to many crimes on bank robbing, but he didn't say that did he? Nope.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of...on-era_outlaws

New research and evidence in, about a dream connected to my past life as bonnie, Deild dream - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
This dream states i received a note from someone called Assie or Essie warning about me being a target, evidence i have seen online stated that a person associated with pretty boy floyd helped bonnie and clyde when they needed a place to stay or some what, no one knows the name of this person/guy and no one can find any evidence today, but i think i found it through a wiki list of depression-era outlaws, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aussie_Elliott Seems he had a nickname called Essie, which now i remember it was an E in Essie was how he wrote it, and the people warning me was part of pretty boy floyd's gang/family. Essie wasn't a woman, i thought it was because of the name.
This is such a rush for me now, wow.

Well i had a certain past life flash in a dream, a certain flashback of a guy telling me if i still am with him, i look behind me and he is like 20 feets away from me and seemed like dusk and sun is setting, and i seen him in the darkness. BTW my current prominent past life coming back to me is, i was bonnie from clyde "Barrow" Gang.
This dream i had today was a memory, and i woke up remembering only the fragment dream and i know i had others also but can't recall. So i woke up, laid a few minutes on bed, and went to the bathroom as usual, and i always check my face after i wake up (i don't know why i do this i used to not do it much), as i check my face i seen unusual face spots appear overnight and i am baffled still after an hour of seeing that.
I actually gained 2-3 spots extra on my face and one near my collarbone, i think these appear once you are realizing your past lives and start to see spots where it wasn't there just yesterday (and this is true i didn't have any yesterday).
I did gain some spots on my face around 7-8 years ago, i realized one spot that is still there and this also happened when i was gaining memories of some past lives i once was in, but now i gained more spots than ever.

Which told me more about my standing point in that lifetime, and a few dreams i had years ago was one with me outside of the Karnak temple still entact and beautiful, i was standing outside looking at it while wind was blowing and it was in a desert and it felt awesomely warm there, i seemed happy. Other dream was about me and i saw Nefertiti come to me and ask (obvious in english so i can understand)"Where is your sister?" , so i replied "Nefer-nefer-aten?" Trust me this was in no book today and i don't know where and how i got that. After that i so wanted to get a tattoo of the eye of horus and hieroglyphics, but i kept hesitating about it until i totally never got it, i did step into a tat shop but managed to leave before anything.

When i read stuff on Egypt, at the aten times, all i read was one of the sisters had a name Neferneferure, and plus other names starting with M and A.
From the books i read back then (i didn't have internet at that time i was 17-18) didn't say a word about Neferneferaten, yet around 18-19 i dreamt and said this name, and now i see it on wiki?? Spelled Nefernefer-u-aten plus Tasherit, which means junior but only Neferneferuaten was Nefertiti's nickname which says what it means in wiki, so i basically called Nefertiti's name in her nickname when i saw her in my dream, and this wasn't in the book i read back then.

Neferneferuaten Tasherit - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Sigh* I tried my best not to bring back some memories while i am awake and aware, and usually i am more prone for regression once i wake up and just lay on my bed for 15mins, tonight i did just that. Being so used to meditation, it comes easy to me once i am in a relaxed mode, so many information came back to me once i was looking up and investigating about them and all in the past several months, nothing struck a cord to me until today.
I started seeing repeated images of how Clyde died, due to wiki reported he was shot in the head and was killed first than Bonnie, and she had a minute to be silent, i started having many people's thoughts and hearsay go through my mind, "this happened, that happened, why was Bonnie hit more than him and he was instantly killed so why hit her many times? Many said the car was surrounded....??"
So, i had a flashback during this time, i was looking at the car on my right that was supposedly a friends car that was stopped over at the side, we were still in the middle of the road and didn't even reach the side to park yet, i then heard one shot, there was no sound of glass breaking, for on his side the window was rolled down and my side was down also, (seemed like we rolled it down when we saw the car from afar on the side.) So i heard a shot, and i quickly looked to him and he was looking faint and his driving got sluggish, i remember he always puts one foot on the gas pedal and one on the breaks, due to his great driving skills, once he got shot his foot hit the gas pedal slightly making the car move ahead a bit (as reported it was moving once a 1st shot was fired).
I am still doing my regression as of now, bear with me, my keyboard keeps malfunctioning and i get dizzy spells once i am in regression sate.
Moving on, i heard the shot, i seen him going faint, hands was sliding off the wheel, foot slightly on gas pedal and released, his head fell back, he didn't move and was lifeless, i was looking at him and shook him a bit to check if he was still alive, he wasn't so i screamed, no shots were fired during this time, i looked at the left side of the car i seen men looking at me/us, still at aim, i thought they weren't going to shoot, so i made a mistake and moved Clyde to his left side onto the door and i hugged him, once this happened, the men got scared and thought i moved to snatch a gun from nearby, obviously they knew Clyde had a gun in his belt and thought i was going to use it, they took no chances and started firing and this was why i had many shots more than him, i was basically protecting his body but not all was protected and many gave way through me to him, i was at a perfect aim for them at this time than he was.
All this happened in a fast pace, but for me to regress it, it felt slow, i had an arm my right, over him, reason how when i added it up from the list of wounds online, my 2 fingers got shot off, basically the intention was not to able me to use a gun by disabling my right hand. Once i had this regression going, i wanted to find something from the wounds list online http://texashideout.tripod.com/coroner.html (very graphic images so be careful, i scrolled through it to avoid it), so i can find some tale signs that what happened was exact, sure enough it was.
From Bonnie's list of wounds, don't start from the top reading it how it was reported by the man, it was written in a way to make people not suspicious of how the shooting went, BUT start reading from the last long paragraph about how bullets scarred my back in parallel lines, (wait, how can that be and we didn't notice?) exactly.
I will put in certain order about the back wounds;
three parallel lines of bullets striking
right side of back from base of neck to
angular right capular to middle of back
bone, one striking midway of back,
breaking backbone
eight bullet wounds striking almost in
parallel line on left side
six shots entering 3" on back region
left side

Now the right leg which was more visable to aim;
another shot, entering above the right knee
two shots front leg
two shots right leg

Now the fingers;
gunshot wound to bone of first finger
another to the middle finger

This report was done in a fashion so no one can question the motive, scrambled the wounds in a disorderly fashion so it won't add up to a petty shot that was done. I know this due to being a almost 4 year security guard and need to do reports on incidents in a brief and understandable fashion due to future court dates which were probable.
Seen on youtube, the death car video, shows bonnie leaning on clyde and he is leaning to his left, but everything was altered before the video, i was on top of clyde, but they moved me to sit beside, they made stories up that i fell off the door onto an officers arms, and i still had a pulse, that is straight bull crap story like sandy hook, only re-editing things before it gets released. Reason why i stop reading media because they can't back up a 100% true proof story and keeps changing lines.
Another wound that was obvious, was the metal pieces on bonnie's face and where did she get this from? Easy, while she was on clyde the metal pieces came from both the door and steering wheel, the face was near both of those things that causes metal to fly off while being shot up, and from the youtube video, there was very clear shots of the door and the wheel all damaged by bullets, even the pieces of rubber from the steering wheel came off making way for metal to be riddled.
After this regression i felt somewhat depressed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sh0luSsP91I

Bonnie and Clyde's flathead Ford V8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEoG65Y-vbM

All i remember was i was in a in between state of meditation and dream state, kind of odd to explain but,
it all started like a movie, i seen a man sitting on a curb near a store strip commercial area, and maybe a restaurant, i couldn't tell the stores or restaurants there but i knew it was a strip area, it was too faded and seems like all i can see is at least 5 feet away and no farther.
So this man on the curb was reading somewhat a newspaper, and a man approached him, and the man sitting told him "They came back again", and the other man said "What?" and the man again repeated himself, and shook his head.
The man standing said "No way", and looked ahead and seen a car (at this time i was seeing what he saw in his view), he walked toward it and stopped near the drivers side door and placed his hand on the door and the window was rolled all the way down and seen right there Clyde on the drivers seat and Bonnie beside him, so the man asked them, "So where are you guys going to go now?" seeming like this man knew them and rode with them. Clyde didn't say anything, he seemed to be quiet and probably in deep thought at this time, Bonnie spoke for him and said, " Well, we are going to a small inn around here."
So the man said "What? You are going there?" and he laughed and said good luck to them. While the man had a long laugh, Clyde still didn't say anything, looked at him and back to the window shield, he smirked and started the car, he didn't wear a hat this time. While the man was still cracking up and making jokes, Clyde reversed the car and turned right to leave, seemed like he didn't like the guy and made it known very obviously.
So the man and the other man who sat on the curb went towards the other man and got confused on what happened, then the man laughing said to Clyde "Ya go on and leave! You will need us!" Once this was said Clyde reversed again and still said nothing and the 2 men went in the car, and Clyde drove towards the near street a few meters away, but he hesitated and they all started to ask him why he's not moving?, he stated that he seen a police car parked near the street in the parking lot of the strip and someone was inside.
So i sensed Clyde just wanted to step on the gas pedal and speed on out of there, but he controlled that urge and started to drive normally and pasted the car. After he made it to the street and was halfway out of sight, only then he stepped on the gas and started speeding and said "I think no one noticed us." and some of us laughed at the notion. Dream/flashback ended.
Recalling the type of car in this memory as i searched on google 32-Chrysler-2.jpg

Snoop Lion: I'm 'Bob Marley reincarnated'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?featur...ZT_3emQdc&NR=1
Well as he is finding his reason to living in this life, i actually agree that he is the reincarnated Bob Marley, he just needed to look within himself and see what is wrong with his path and what he needs to do to make it better. Personally i don't like the comments on this video, it makes me think more and more people are not open-minded and are lost in this world and don't understand the meaning of "reincarnation" and the reason why we are here to redo our past which was cut short before it began.
Personally all those people commenting is kids and teens that don't understand the meaning of life yet, and NO he hasn't smoked himself retarded, because i have never smoked what he did and i am not retarded, this is true and real, and people (some) are starting to realize who they really were and why they are reborn again.

Snoop Dogg Explains His Transformation Into Snoop Lion
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSGdHQ4xWVk
REINCARNATED (ft. Snoop Dogg): Official Documentary Trailer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTqyV5Kw9Ss
Snoop Lion: Reincarnated Album + Movie (Extended Trailer 2)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTuF113IMRc

Personally i like Bob Marley, and reggae/dancehall music and let people hate and say he is just doing a quick "get rich" scheme, which isn't Bob Marley at all, he did become popular but he still stayed in his community and didn't rise up to become ignorant like how most hollywood people become.

PAST LIVES - YouTube

You do realize Snoop Dogg was born before Bob Marley died, right?

Originally Posted by Original Poster

You do realize Snoop Dogg was born before Bob Marley died, right?

Ya that was me commenting on this guys youtube about it. I thought snoop was like in his early 30s but he isn't. But i do respect what message he is trying to say to others.

Reincarnation helps me to the degree that it reminds me not to judge people too harshly. For all I know, I could have been Hitler. If it helps Snoop get in touch with something inside him that will promote positive change the way Bob Marley did, then that's awesome. But it seems like he's just now evolving into what Bob Marley already was when he died, which I would intuitively believe is not the way reincarnation works. Even if the math is also wrong.

Originally Posted by Original Poster

Reincarnation helps me to the degree that it reminds me not to judge people too harshly. For all I know, I could have been Hitler. If it helps Snoop get in touch with something inside him that will promote positive change the way Bob Marley did, then that's awesome. But it seems like he's just now evolving into what Bob Marley already was when he died, which I would intuitively believe is not the way reincarnation works. Even if the math is also wrong.

Well it did take him a loooong time to realize he needs to promote love LOL if he's evolving.

Another new Past life in dream - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ham3ljTPmk
EDDIE COCHRAN.I REMEMBER http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kbVBAU1aITg
Having big connections to songs and movies 1951-1955....this song clicked the most out of all other popular songs in the 50s, never heard of him but it's a very moving song for me, very sad idk why.

Things that i am into from 1950s, favorites and interests;
fashion; poodle skirts, hair, latest fashions.
Movies; all Marilyn Monroe movies, Breakfast in tiffanys, three stooges.
Comics; Archie comics (started in 50s) still love them today.
Music; rock and roll; R&B
Basically every things they have in 50s we still have today...like simple toys, yoyo's hula hoops.
Movie Grease based on 1950s teenager days and gangs, James dean "Rebel without a cause".
Barbie, and still into gang related people a continuous interest ever since last past lifetime "Bonnie and Clyde".
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http://pinterest.com/hanjan90/teen-g...m-the-fifties/

Evidence of Reincarnation - YouTube

Just realized there WAS a cameraman there, just like that dream i had, seeing a man from afar recording us in the car during the shooting.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcP3PvepD2M

I've not concretely held my belief of reincarnation just yet-- by just "yet", I don't assume that I'll be having any sort of faith towards it (at the moment). Though, that's only because I haven't had as much evidence to provoke the idea further.

The most I've felt is a kind of spiritual layering. Nothing to do with dreams thus far-- I believe dreams do not project transmissions from other lives (as they may or may not be) as much as they do just reach out to possible tangents of the mental experience of the present. Not that they all must involve you-- most of my dreams involve other people. But to me, that's because I can reassemble my mental architecture into something which would be coherent with someone else's frame of mind. It's not too hard for me to do, it mostly has to do with the setting of the experience, and the heirarchy of thoughts. The same way that one can adapt the mental attributes of an animal, with mental hierarchy. Where to walk, what to hunt, what to mate with. Anyhow, that's slightly off point here...

My most intimate bases have been touched with reincarnation through states of meditation, where I no longer am in the sense of self I recognize best. Yet, ideas flow to me in utmost coherency, as if there is nothing to see but the truth. All of these "thoughts" seem to be abstract forms of buddhist teachings-- at least, they're coherent with them. I think that, if you break down things enough, they will fall into those categories. Nonetheless, they are things I hadn't otherwise focused on, and they seem to come about to my mind, and my attempts to capture them have been through drawings that visually "represent" the abstract cloud of these thoughts. They feel as if they are structured life lessons learned through living, and dying. Only then could someone confidently know what dying, the other side, would probably be like. It's like being in a room with one impenetrable wall. You can speculate all you like, but until you've visited the other side, it's impossible to know. It's as if I've listened in on the thoughts of someone who has lived on that other side of the wall. Thoughts which just feel like some universal comfort, in a way.

To me it just feels like echoes of something from neither the past or present. Almost as if the atoms themselves have a story to tell, I don't know. If the universe has been through multiple cycles, perhaps there's a mark that's been left, and the collective information of those marks is what's giving me this impulse. I'm not so quick to judge this as a sign of a past life, I'm just taking it for what it is at the moment. But the idea intoxicates me, naturally

Originally Posted by Spenner

I've not concretely held my belief of reincarnation just yet-- by just "yet", I don't assume that I'll be having any sort of faith towards it (at the moment). Though, that's only because I haven't had as much evidence to provoke the idea further.

The most I've felt is a kind of spiritual layering. Nothing to do with dreams thus far-- I believe dreams do not project transmissions from other lives (as they may or may not be) as much as they do just reach out to possible tangents of the mental experience of the present. Not that they all must involve you-- most of my dreams involve other people. But to me, that's because I can reassemble my mental architecture into something which would be coherent with someone else's frame of mind. It's not too hard for me to do, it mostly has to do with the setting of the experience, and the heirarchy of thoughts. The same way that one can adapt the mental attributes of an animal, with mental hierarchy. Where to walk, what to hunt, what to mate with. Anyhow, that's slightly off point here...

My most intimate bases have been touched with reincarnation through states of meditation, where I no longer am in the sense of self I recognize best. Yet, ideas flow to me in utmost coherency, as if there is nothing to see but the truth. All of these "thoughts" seem to be abstract forms of buddhist teachings-- at least, they're coherent with them. I think that, if you break down things enough, they will fall into those categories. Nonetheless, they are things I hadn't otherwise focused on, and they seem to come about to my mind, and my attempts to capture them have been through drawings that visually "represent" the abstract cloud of these thoughts. They feel as if they are structured life lessons learned through living, and dying. Only then could someone confidently know what dying, the other side, would probably be like. It's like being in a room with one impenetrable wall. You can speculate all you like, but until you've visited the other side, it's impossible to know. It's as if I've listened in on the thoughts of someone who has lived on that other side of the wall. Thoughts which just feel like some universal comfort, in a way.

To me it just feels like echoes of something from neither the past or present. Almost as if the atoms themselves have a story to tell, I don't know. If the universe has been through multiple cycles, perhaps there's a mark that's been left, and the collective information of those marks is what's giving me this impulse. I'm not so quick to judge this as a sign of a past life, I'm just taking it for what it is at the moment. But the idea intoxicates me, naturally

Believe what you will, but dreams DO give you memories of past lives, i had several...i keep dreaming of being in a hotel, or building, which i don't do much in the present. Its things i did already, or i might come pass by it again and re-live the memory one day, it's memories resurfacing without cause, it just happens, it's not something to "believe in" it's something you will start to believe in AFTER you have discovered yourself, it's a self spiritual journey.
You will believe once happens to you once you question why i keep dreaming of this and that and no answer is forming to the present.
Yes meditation helps along the way, i use both, meditation and dreams.

URBEX: The Baker Hotel. Mineral Wells, TX - YouTube
I recall a dream walking in a crumbled huge place, the hallways here are very similar to what i seen. It was this place in the present, never been there in this lifetime, but i bet i did in another lifetime.

Driving through Mineral Wells, Texas - YouTube
Seen this drive thru video, of Mineral wells, before the baker hotel showed...i said it would be on the far right of this street you would see it appear....sure enough it did, and i never been to Texas. It was a good guess, but again how would i guessed right?

More connections about the baker hotel, is the song i got into and loved right away "How deep is the ocean" from 1932, ironically was played in the Baker hotel possible ballroom dance floor, this link provided the connections i found
http://www.bakerhotel.us/ Baker's lifetime>1932>shows you everything they did.

Originally Posted by hathor28

Believe what you will, but dreams DO give you memories of past lives, i had several...i keep dreaming of being in a hotel, or building, which i don't do much in the present. Its things i did already, or i might come pass by it again and re-live the memory one day, it's memories resurfacing without cause, it just happens, it's not something to "believe in" it's something you will start to believe in AFTER you have discovered yourself, it's a self spiritual journey.
You will believe once happens to you once you question why i keep dreaming of this and that and no answer is forming to the present.
Yes meditation helps along the way, i use both, meditation and dreams.

Interesting that you bring up a hotel/building scenario. MANY times recurring in my dreams, I have found that there is a "place" I go to, which is the same. It consists of one of the excersize rooms one might find in a half-decent hotel around the area of a pool, however it's found in the basement of an abandoned hotel.

Do you ever feel, in a dream, genuine nostalgia from the culmination of memories all concocted together? There have been dreams from which I remember, in infancy, that I had a feeling of nostalgia. To me, nostalgia is a feeling that requires some time to have memories long ago which it manifests in-- in this dream from when I was 3 years old, looking up to the sky, a very subtle effect, but it give rise to a feeling of nostalgia like I had transcended from the stars. Again, like the analogy with being on the other side of the wall from my other post, it was like I could feel what it would have been like to be elsewhere. Hard to explain, but a complex memory it is.

Also, isn't there an possibly infinitude of past lives that dreams could depict by this logic, or possibly altered circumstances of our previous life-- what's to say that the memory of the past life has to be condensed into THE past life, not just a cloud of possible circumstances?

The more I explore, the more I'll be able to feel it out, but I can only go on what experiences I've associated these things with, much like describing a colour one has never seen. For now, it's a spew of possible, yet not necessarily coherent circumstances that my dreams depict.

Whenever someone brings up reincarnation, I'm always reminded of that short story "The Egg", about the guy who dies and realizes that he is everyone who ever lived. It really changed my views on things and how I think about other people, because there's always that "What if that person is also me?"

If you've never read it, I highly recommend it! It's a really short read and it will blow your mind. The Egg

That is a great read, and something I haven't read in quite some time now. A really good way to start thinking of these concepts at an opening way, and I find the story kind of kickstarted the way I sort of visualize the "geometry" of what reincarnation might take on. The physicality of it is always something that comes to a fuzzy edge.

Bump

I've always maintained, as far as possible, an existentialist outlook on reality. I'm currently seeing potential benefits to exploring past lives to an extent I didn't notice before. Certain mental health problems are surfacing in very arduous ways and as I try to think back to what caused them I see catalysts and exacerbations but they've almost been here dispositionally. I cannot think back to my childhood in order to gain complete insight, I have to look farther.

I think perhaps I experienced the anniversary of an event that shaped me from my past life. So far as I know, I was publicly lynched for being a shaman or some shit, I don't even know where I heard that originally, I'd like to probe deeper.