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Post by lois on Jan 9, 2011 23:06:03 GMT -6
This is a topic I do not research much, yet I feel maybe I once had a passed life. Only because of repeated deams over and over since about 7 years old..
Dreaming of the same old Victorian home with me in it doing the same thing over and over in the dream. It never changed my entire life.
Also of going out west as this same girl. Im about 18 then but I know it is me again.. the same as the peron in the dream I believe to be in St Louis Mo.
In all there are three of me living in the past, which none of them ever change, why don't I recall another part of this past life, after all it has been 60 years with no other dream added.
Any one on the forum believe they have had a past life.?
I would Love to hear it..
Lois
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Post by CitizenK on Jan 9, 2011 23:56:26 GMT -6
I don't think we are meant to remember much if any of our past lives, with the exception to deja vu.Often they will come to us in our dream state and at other times through deja'vu or another means.However much or little comes, I feel like we are meant to learn from all lives past and present to become enlightened,or a higher being if you will. To realize our connection with the ALL. I think I had past lives... a few actually. I think I was a slave man working the fields and being treated like I was less than human. It brings me great deep feelings of sorrow and emptiness. Memory of wondering why I was ever born at times and others of trying to make the best of it no matter how bad I had it. Another life I recall glimpes of I was in a Camelot type of setting , in a lush green valley and hillside of plenty with a huge house possibly a castle,sitting on the edge of a well with my beloved in his dapper outfit ,he was very charming and handsome and doting over me when I slipped and plunged to my death into the well. I remember him lunging toward me trying to save me but the gravity of the fall was too swift for him to help and he looked down into my eyes as I fell with this horrified looked upon his face and a look of regret for not grabbing me soon enough. I was young,early 20's maybe , still very 'fresh faced' and unwed . I was going to marry this man who was there with me. I loved him deeply,I know , because as I fell that is what I was going to miss the most,was him and being in his company. I also was very sad for his pain that I knew he would endure for much longer than I would,for mine was quickly ended at the bottom of the well. All of my present life I have had a great respect and love for african american folks,and I also have always had a very awful fear of heights. Just watching a movie were someone is falling makes me dizzy and woozy. Another one, I was a small child that died young,maybe from illness I don't know,just wasn't around long.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2011 4:57:44 GMT -6
I've had lots of odd past life dreams... some of them seemed like science fiction, and others took place on Earth. I had a dream about ancient Egypt. I was a priestess or an oracle of some sort, was very vain and very proud of my jewelry... especially my anklets. This slave (Jewish slave I believe) somehow got ahold of me and held a dagger at my throat. He demanded to be set free, or he would kill me. Of course, nobody wanted their prophetess to die, so they didn't stop him from escaping. My greatest fear was of him raping me... but he didn't. He cut my throat after he got away. ~rolls eyes~ Another dream I had was of a castle in feudal Europe. I was supposed to marry this king guy whom I had never met before. I guess I was about fourteen or something like that. When I first met him before the marriage, it was in a long stone hallway, he just stared down at me, completely emotionless and regal and waited for me to finish my nervous babbling at him, I was dying to talk to somebody after my long trip, then he said, very kurtly in my language, "I will not speak your language to you. You will learn mine." Then he walked away. I was not a very happy camper, believe me. If he could understand me, why wouldn't he help me to understand him?? It didn't make any sense, and I was highly offended, but realized there wasn't anything I could do about it. Butthead. I have another recurring dream about being a young girl walking down a dirt road in the countryside of Europe with a basket full of food. I'm carrying it to this place I have been to many many times before and the place is called an "Aviary". I climb this dirt path up this hill and then up some stairs to this big wooden door. I knock on the door and wait. The door begins to open, and I always wake up before I see who is on the other side. When I first had this dream, I had to look up "Aviary" in the dictionary because I had no idea what it meant. Apparently it is a place where carrier pigeons were kept. ~shrug~ How did I know that in my dream? Very odd indeed. Another past life dream of mine... oddly enough appeared in a Rammstein music video... lol... exactly the way my dream had gone, but in the video I was the bad guy... or rather... girl. When I first saw it on youtube I was just gaping at the screen, open-mouthed. My ex fiance thought it was funny... I didn't tell him why. I wonder if whoever came up with the idea for the video was the man in my dream... I viewed him as the bad guy... lol... of course I wouldn't be the hero in his memory, would I? These are just the tip of the iceberg. It would take a long time to post all the other dreams I've had of such things, and I don't want to bore everyone. According to other psychics I am an old soul. This probably explains all of the different types of dreams I've had.
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Post by bewildered on Jan 10, 2011 6:41:37 GMT -6
My view of the matter is complicated. It's complicated due to the virtually infinite amount of variables involved. In a nutshell, time is relevant to the observer; that simple statement opens a profoundly important door that is directly impacted by a person's perspective. As I stated before, perspective really is everything to the viewer. It defines your existence to you.
Time is arbitrarily assigned meaning and value by observers. It doesn't actually exist beyond that scope. It has meaning because we give it meaning. This is why I feel time is an artifact of a cognitive process of the conscious, a subjective order that is imprinted upon what we perceive as external reality. We search for patterns and seek out order for our lives; upon finding what appears to be a repeating pattern (the movement of the stars in the sky, say, or for the more sophisticated the arrangement of subatomic particles in an atom), we establish a cognitive benchmark from which we shape perspectives from. This is the nature of the conscious construct and is not inherently "wrong" nor "bad." It simply is.
Memory - and the sense of a "past" and a "future" - are also correspondingly artifacts of this mental process. The order which the conscious requires for existence requires finite boundaries from which to form a frame of reference. Consider this to be the "matrix" of the subjective model of reality each one of us imagines ourselves living, breathing, and moving in. It is shaped to the nth degree by our own perspectives and views. This is why the idea that we "create our own reality" is both true and false at the same time. What we perceive of as reality, yes...but external, objective reality, no.
Perspective is everything. We can convince ourselves that we can fly. When we jump off a cliff and plummet to meet serious injury or death below, we find an object lesson in the dissonance that comes about when our subjective model meets the relatively harsh, unforgiving force of objective reality. Of course, we have all convinced ourselves that our own particular perception of reality is the "correct" one, for that is the nature of the beast, my friends. No one cares to find out that they have been utterly mistaken in their notions and beliefs. Most of us, when we figuratively slam into the ground at the base of that cliff, go about seeking other ways to keep the "dream alive." Very few choose the more difficult path...the one that tells us "Hey you. You can't fly, okay?"
We experience a past because our conscious imprints the pattern and generates perspectives directly from said pattern. We create devices to do some of the work for us - such as clocks and calendars - and despite all of that, we must constantly refer to these aids because our perception of the passage of time is subject to change from moment to moment. The more focused we become, the more we disassociate from the rigid structure of the conscious; the farther we stray from that finite loop, the less we become aware of the passage of time and the deeper we access the mind itself. I'm sure that everyone can identify with that to some degree, perhaps some more than others. Myself, I constantly lose track of time. Hours can pass me by without me being aware of it.
There is a place where time has no meaning, and where space is an illusion. You occasionally experience this place in dreams. It seems surreal and otherworldly because to the conscious, it is indeed wondrous. This place is accessed in the mind (what most refer to as the subconscious, I call the mind instead)...and to the mind, the illusory walls and divisions it creates for the conscious do not apply to itself. Time is not marked nor observed. The past isn't behind you, nor is the future in front of you. They are instead simply now.
The interpretation of the conscious creates a narrow beam of focus, finite in bandwith, that filters the majority of the mind out of awareness mostly for the benefit of immediate survival and function. It's necessary, to a degree. So while I might occupy myself illustrating the limitations of our conscious in my writing, don't mistake that for a disparaging of it. On the contrary, it all fascinates me to no end, thus my interest.
So to answer Shamira's question: no, I haven't lived any past lives. I'm living an incomprehensible number of them right now.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2011 13:45:02 GMT -6
I think I'll wait for the final round and find my information first hand. So many things influence our lives here. As I see it..we ourselves (spirits or souls, however you might label it) choose to 'incarnate' to learn..to experience as if these places are school rooms. We select who, what and when but once dispatched..it cannot be altered..it has to play out. I would suppose a bit further..that the reason we don't normally have memory of prior visits..is that the present would be too influenced by the knowledge. Maybe it 'leaks' through in dreams just when we need a 'booster' of something a dream can provide. I would guess there are many realities to be experienced but I think Earth has a lot of challenges. I've heard the words..Earth is a very difficult experience..fairly recently when I was meditating. I gather that not many would choose a wonderful place as a learning ground. I think that when we have gained as much experience as the soul feels necessary..we don't come back any more. I think that a very great number of people are on their last trip and from here they go on to the next phase of the journey. There are times, I'll admit, that I break out in tears thinking this is just too hard..and I'm crying because I just can't quite remember what it's like outside of here, beyond this place. It's inside of me..this knowledge..just hidden behind that door I can't open. But the lock does seem to be getting weaker. I don't think the wait will be a long one.
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Post by harmony on Jan 10, 2011 15:25:45 GMT -6
I think I'll wait for the final round and find my information first hand. So many things influence our lives here. As I see it..we ourselves (spirits or souls, however you might label it) choose to 'incarnate' to learn..to experience as if these places are school rooms. We select who, what and when but once dispatched..it cannot be altered..it has to play out. I would suppose a bit further..that the reason we don't normally have memory of prior visits..is that the present would be too influenced by the knowledge. Maybe it 'leaks' through in dreams just when we need a 'booster' of something a dream can provide. I would guess there are many realities to be experienced but I think Earth has a lot of challenges. I've heard the words..Earth is a very difficult experience..fairly recently when I was meditating. I gather that not many would choose a wonderful place as a learning ground. I think that when we have gained as much experience as the soul feels necessary..we don't come back any more. I think that a very great number of people are on their last trip and from here they go on to the next phase of the journey. There are times, I'll admit, that I break out in tears thinking this is just too hard..and I'm crying because I just can't quite remember what it's like outside of here, beyond this place. It's inside of me..this knowledge..just hidden behind that door I can't open. But the lock does seem to be getting weaker. I don't think the wait will be a long one. It sounds like a soul searching phase you are going through. I am experiencing this myself. It is very hard to realize that we have a certain purpose here but can't quite put our finger on it,(in my case anyway). I wish you the very best in your unlocking dreams and memories for in that lies who we really are.
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Post by auntym on Jan 10, 2011 16:26:49 GMT -6
i once had a dream, where one night i visited 3 of my past lives... someone was with me, but i never actually saw who it was....
my first pastlife, i saw myself helping to build the pyramids...., i was in a long line of people pulling something with ropes, i don't know what it was, but, it was very strenuous, and i fell and thats all i remember... i think i died, but not sure.
the second pastlife, i was on a big boat, and i jumped ship, people were shooting at me and i was hit many times....i assume i died....
the third pastlife, i was singing in a hugh concert hall and i had on a long, full dress that reminded me of the 1800s....i don't know who i was or what i looked like....i could only see the back of me.... the people were clapping & cheering.... i sure wish i got a name...LOL in this lifetime i cannot sing even though i sing with all my favorite songs on the radio---at home or in the car....i'm one of those strange people who when you pull up next to at a traffic light and look over at me....i'm singing my heart out.... ;D ....everyone in my family has bought their own headphones to drown me out....LOL
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Post by harmony on Jan 10, 2011 16:38:38 GMT -6
I have had multiple dreams of running up a stairway in a castle and everything about it was so real. Even the walls were dripping wet and there were candles lighting the passageways. I am with my cousin and we alwasy come out overlooking a grand ballroom with people dancing. We are hiding. Another re-occuring dream I have is where I have two babies, twins, Josheph and Jeleese, and I am trying to hide them in a cave on the side of a hill or embankment like there is a war or something going on. I believe this is biblical for some reason. But I am trying to keep these babies quiet so we won't be found. I believe I have had 3 past lives and would love to do regression, although now I'm kinda leary of having it done.
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Post by lois on Jan 10, 2011 20:43:56 GMT -6
Thanks all of you.. for telling this to me..
When I went out west it was on a stage coach. I was the same girl but much older, maybe 18. We stopped at one of the stage stops along the way, there are many people but I never remember what they look like.. Suddenly, there is great yelling and screaming going on around me.. Shooting begins out the windows of the station. I can see there are native amerians outside. A tipical western scene. Then through the window comes an arrow straight at me, it goes into my chest and enters part of the wall a tiny bit. Im pin there then nothing.
I'm still me I feel and it is tolal blackness, I try to search for a light but cannot find any souce at all. I mean this is the blackest place I have ever been it. I do not feel any thing in my chest at this time. No noise what soever. I can't recall what my feet are on but I do take steps maybe. I begin to panic and I wake up.. after this final dream I have of living in the past, I don't continue on into a future dream of me.. Only go back and redream the other ones when I was younger.. After I was married and had four children the dreams did not stop.. For about a good ten years now I have not had none of these dreams..
Lois
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