A different life.

Remember that past life meditation I posted off of Youtube? The one that triggered all sorts of memories about thousands of years (? orr a parallel dimension? Question mark time/space? Or whatever?) ago for me?

Well, I did it again. I've been having weird spiritual contact with this being that claims that I used to know him/her/it(???) and well I dislike being in the dark (X(!!!) on things so I thought "oh, I'll do the past-life meditation and see if I can find out when I knew this person."

I don't think that I got anything relating to this person, since they seem to be an angelic of some kind, but I did get some details about a human life, I think my immediately previous human life, that turned out to be kind of neat.

I've had some recollection before that I was male in my last life, an intimidating sort of person that liked to get into fights and drink a lot and sleep with women and pass out in alleys. Kind of a dark personality, but a smart guy. (ETA: I copied this into a blog and also wrote this: Sometimes I feel, like an afterthought, that I should be male in this life. Like, I'll be with a bunch of girl friends and some threatening scenario will happen, and I'll feel like i need to step in front of them and protect them, and like I'm a lot larger than I am. Then I'll see a picture of myself or look in a mirror and be surprised that I'm really pretty slight and don't look very strong and ... oh yeah, I'm a girl. It only happens sometimes. I'm very feminine except for these moments. My feeling about past lives is that some things - the really strong impressions or emotions from that life - carry over. Like sometimes they'll ("experts in this field") say that people that died by drowning in their past lives have been shown to have an inexplicable and absolute fear of water in present lives. Or maybe if you fought in a war, you'll feel kind of tense and ready to fight all the time. You know?")

So, I did the meditation, and at the part where it says something like "you will be taken to a life that helps you understand a problem or a talent or a question, etc." I saw myself as this guy, European it seemed, in a jungle somewhere, with planes flying overhead and bombs dropping. I saw flashes of him writing furiously in his room, then setting out. The voice in the video said "look at what you're wearing" and I looked down at my feet and saw what kind of looked like old camos and boots. I felt like my hair was dark and pulled back. It said "let a date come into your mind" and I saw 1954. Then it said "Allow yourself to be taken, is there a death scene? Allow yourself to observe it" and I saw the bombs and then felt a blast and saw his fingers raw and his chest half-blown away, and that was it. When I woke up, I thought that since it was only 1954, and it seemed to be some kind of armed conflict, it should be possible to track him down.

I had the impression that he died somewhere in China or south of China and that he was a journalist or a writer. Surprisingly, after only about an hour of research, I found a guy that fit the bill completely =) A photojournalist who was killed relatively young while doing war journalism in Vietnam during the first Indochine War in 1954. How did he die? Stepped on a mine and had his chest blown off.

So, wow. LOL.

That is so neat!

Thanks for sharing! =)

The past life stuff is wild isn't it? I can remember some past lives... just flashes of stuff. It was much clearer (or more real somehow) before the split. Now it's all very elusive, like I remember the things I already accessed but can't access more. Trying to do any more past life regression stuff would be pointless because it's all been (or is being) blocked - or just plain isn't there anymore. I guess I should be grateful the memories I have are stored in my brain and be happy I have at least that much. It's likely more than most people ever get, but frustrating to know I'll never get more. It actually really makes me angry.

I toyed with the idea of doing some research, but it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack so I gave up the idea. In my last incarnation Hari was a priest, and these were the clearest memories. I think it may have been in Europe somewhere. I feel that I may have been a nun... or someone very religious oriented. Now the only thing I know for certain is that Hari was a priest because I have actual memories of that, and I know we had an affair and broke the vows, because I also have a flash of memory of that... and the rest of what I "remember" I got intuitively. I do recall discussing this incarnation with someone after my death while walking in a garden, can recall the conversation, and that's why I feel I was a nun. As I can't trust my intuition, I suppose it best that I leave it there. The time before that I think was when I was deaf. My name was Ellen and Hari was Harry. I got images of old fashioned cars, around the turn of the century. No idea what happened then, just that I was deaf. I also sort of remember working as a servant in a large house and he may have been the owner with a wife, and I was the "other" woman (consort)... but I have no idea of when in time that may have been.

It's really neat that you got confirmation so quickly, Angela.

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wow, that's really something! the only memories i have are a few here and there, one in a dream, the ones from my time among the shadow. i have yet to try that meditation, mostly because of the crappy internet here, it really hates youtube, and refuses to load anything regarding to it quickly.

i hope one day i can try it, though ^^

Cool! That's pretty neat! And I like that you were able to get real confirmation like that.

I have memories of lots of lives, some more vivid and complete than others.

To be honest it has never really ocurred to me to research any of them. Some of them I anticipate will be impossible in any event.

It's awesome that you have found this information.

Thanks, it was really a confirmation. You know, all the ones that happened in the last century should have records more or less, so I thought "Why not?" I would research all my lives if I could, that would be such a relief to just read about things from an outsiders point of view instead of having to remember things bit by bit. I checked out a ton of books about this guy from the library and laughed out loud when I read that when he was born, he was born with an extra finger and the caul on his head, and a head full of hair. =)