Aug 09, 2013 3:11 AM GMT
If u believe in reincarnation, what past lives did u think u led?! Be creative .....
Harry7785 saidthough strange as it may sound to some, I believe in it, but I cannot prove it, ...Just like the word 'god' which can neither be proven nor dis-proven, at least it's beyond my capacity to personally validate at present time with the limited knowledge I have.
But I welcome anyone who can validate it with proper reasoning.
airforcelungs saidwell, if there was such a thing, i had to be a gangster, convict, thug or a criminal in the past life. that probably would explain the gangster lean as a baby by the birthday cake,the extreme paranoia as a kid where i was scared that someone was going to break into my bedroom and kill me as a kid so i would either stay awake all night or run into my parents bedroom and sleep with them. that and the whole interest, obsession with crime and capital punishment as well. smh.
Philibuster saidIn one incarnation, my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck during delivery, and I died.
In another incarnation, I caught whooping cough at the age of 8 mos, and I died.
In another incarnation, just before my second birthday a neighboring village attacked mine, burned it to the ground, killed all the men and took the women and children as slaves. My mother hid me, so no one found me, and I died.
In another incarnation, I was the first born son of a noble Tyrian family. They sacrificed me to Melqart.
HndsmKansan saidI was a spectator at the American Revolution.. I won't say what I was...haha
MikemikeMike saidnice to know Bill was far more interesting in his past lives
spgem saidThat's amazing Thx for sharing guys
BillandChuck saidWe have discussed this and explored it at length. Being two highly analytical people, one of us is predisposed to scoffing out of hand the notion of other lives. Bill, however, has experienced past-life regression and even has identified people in this incarnation who shared past lives. This has been a subject of consternation particularly to Chuck when he was involved in comparisons of shared memories and shared dreams with other people Bill met in this life. A couple of Bill's known past lives:
1) Pharaonic Egypt, a high priest (undergoing a crisis of conscience due to a repressed romantic relationship with another priest (female). Very specific "scenes" in conscious recall of tense, strained, angst-ridden moments of interaction, all in the same chambers, all with the same external geography, though varying seasons. Interestingly, Bill met a man while serving in France who had the exact same "memories" but from the other priest's perspective and was aware in that memory that he was a woman and the high priest he was sharing those circumstances with was male. Bill asked him to draw the scene, and it matched exactly, except for the position of the point of view of the person, the chambers and window to the outside and external geography.
2) Mid 2nd millennium Tuscany, a long life apparently, as recalled "scenes" from inside a palazzo spanned from new trees to those trees as mature and aging. We were together in the countryside outside Florence when Bill became almost paralyzed by the sight of a palazzo/villa on a hill that sparked a memory. We went, and as is often the case in Northern Italy, the owners were welcoming and friendly and took us in and talked to us about their history with the house and land and the ancient family history while
showing us around. We got to a large ornately-appointed second floor drawing room, and Bill immediately went to the window looked out and said, "This is where I'm always looking out in those memories" but was perplexed because a smallish river wasn't where it was in his memories. The owners took us to another room where a vast painted landscape was on the wall, and Bill said, "THAT'S the way the river should be! When was that painting created? It must be the painting I'm seeing, not the actual landscape." Turned out the painting was created in 1617 specifically because the then lord of that land had decided to redo some grounds and was having the river diverted, so they decided to have it painted the way it was before to memorialize it. When we much later retired and were taking
belongings that had long been stored through a culling process, Bill brought out drawings he did as a teenager of that exact scene - the window frame, the outside, the river where it was in the painting, the trees young and then the trees old, and it was like we were there again.
We've also both had many experiences with the presence of people who've passed away. Sometimes it's visual and so close to tangible that it's frightening (though neither of us is easily frightened), but most often it's a
presence on some level of consciousness. Once, in a life-or-death combat situation, Bill's late mother touched his shoulder at a moment and said, "There, to your left," inside his head, and that's where the shot which would have killed him was a split second from emanating.
Another time, about a year and a half ago, Chuck's late mother overwhelmingly entered our presence during a lazy debate about where to go for dinner, with Bill and two of the kids wanting to go into Honolulu and Chuck and one of the kids and Bill's uncle pushing to stay in Ko Olina and
go to Roy's. Janet (Chuck's late mother) said aloud in the room (and out of six of us, four SWEAR it was out loud, not just in our heads), "Oh, I love Michel's. Go there." We all "heard" exactly the same words at the same time. We did go to Michel's. And, while we were there, Roy's in Ko Olina caught fire. When we got back to Ko Olina after dinner, we passed by Roy's, and many police and rescue squad vehicles were still there in the golf club parking lot. Our middle son said, as we approached, "Thanks, grandma."
And many others of both, but we'll stop now. (I know, right? TOO LATE!)
IzzyMusc saidBEST FORUM TOPIC YET.
First life: A cheetah in the Namibian desert (too long to write the explanation as to how I was made aware of this.)
Subsequent lives: A Roman soldier, A gypsy woman with "voluptuous breasts", a Holocaust victim (psychic readings, past-life regression, gut feelings)
I also have a feeling this is my last or 2nd to last life. Good Lawwwwd I'm ready for that
BillandChuck saidspgem saidThat's amazing Thx for sharing guys
That brings to mind a joke.
Four rich bored women playing cards. The first one bids then says, "My husband loves me SO much he is buying me a 15 carat diamond because he said it is the only thing that is close to being as beautiful as I." Two of the other women say, "OMG, can we see it? You're so lucky." Etc. The fourth woman said quietly "That's amazing."
They go back to playing, and after one of the two vociferous respondents bids, she says, "Well, I don't like to brag, BUT MY husband loves me SO much that he has commissioned Georg Baselitz to do a portrait of me, the only portrait he's ever done or ever will, because my husband says my beauty is beyond any work of art ever created." The diamond woman and the other gushing woman both gush over this with, "OMG" and "So lucky" and the like. The fourth woman says quietly, "That's amazing."
Play resumes, and the third gushing rich bitch says, "Well, since you've both spilled the beans about your surprises, let me just say that MY husband . . . " and she proceeds to tell how he's having a custom limousine built for her which is so lavish and elegant that it's worthy of her elegance
and beauty to carry her wherever she wants to go. The other two, as expected, gush all the more vociferously. And the fourth woman again quietly says, "That's amazing."
Play resumes and after some time one of the three says to the fourth, "Mary Elizabeth, we know Edgar must love you, too, and probably does wonderful things for you, doesn't he?" Mary Elizabeth demurs but they push, and finally she says, "Well, if you really want to know, Edgar loves me so completely and wants me to have every advantage, so he sent me to charm school." Well, of course the other three share derisive looks and finally one ventures forth with, "Well, uh, honey, I guess that's nice, if you are OK with it," and tuts and tsks a bit with her two other compatriots. A play or two later Mary Elizabeth breaks the silence and says, "Well, yes, I appreciate it that he did that for me. Because at Miss Porter's I learned to say, 'that's amazing' in polite social situations." And when she pauses, the other three are just looking at her quizzically. She continues, "Well, don't you think that's better than if I said, 'that's the biggest crock of shit I've ever
heard any idiot say!'?"
Thank God neither of us is a bridge playing rich bitch . . . and all of our "ghost stories" are absolute unembellished truth!
MuchMoreThanMuscle saidYears ago I had a lot of psychic experiences that were a bit spontaneous and quite interesting to say the least. And during this time I just happen to be vacationing for my first time in Costa Rica. It took a lot of work getting there. Two plane rides and then we finally made it to the hotel in San José, the capital. After entering our hotel room I was quite beat and plopped myself on the bed and quickly went into a semi-lucid state.
As I laid there face down I had a pretty spectacular vision. I saw red flames being directed toward me, followed by orange and then yellow fire. It was sort of like going through a worm hole but it was made of flames yet it completely engulfed me.
After that I saw two men wrestling and fighting outdoors. They were indigenous people and looked like Mayans or some other tribe that you'd associate with Latin America. The curious thing was that as all this was happening I had a knowingness of what was going on. As they wrestled and completed the tournament, the winner was then directed to go to the altar. There, a shaman or priest like male who sacrificed him and cut out his heart and offered it to the "gods." The winner of the tournament/wrestling match willingly gave his life and didn't resist. It was a privilege to be the winner and offer your body to the gods. And the man who lost hung his head in shame because the belief was that he was inferior and not worthy.
As all this was happening I blurted out to myself, "Who was I in this life?" I wasn't sure if I was either the shaman or one of the two fighters. But then the vision took this swift lightning speed 180 to the right and I saw myself as a Spaniard with a rifle dressed in conquistador garb angrily screaming at them, "That's wrong!!!!"
And then I jumped off the bed and opened my eyes. I was fascinated yet shocked by my revelation, to say the least. But it took awhile for me to understand how the energy in that lifetime transferred over into this one. In simplest terms, my having to be right and pushing what I believe on others is what I brought into this life and thankfully (I believe) I have improved a
great deal and have let a lot of that go.
Araneidude saidI was an amoeba. We amoeba lived very interesting lives! One day, I felt a shiver down my endoplasmic reticulum, so I spun around only to find another me! I had mitosised. I was only 14 days old and I already had a daughter. Well, technically, I was a daughter of me too, but my therapist said I shouldn't discuss that in polite society. I named my daughter Bo. But the petridish giveth, and taketh too. A Paramoecium showed up one day and engulfed Bo. That killer is still on the loose. Help me avenge Bo.
#ParamoeciaKill #SaveAnAmoebaFoundation(SAAF) #ParamoeciaForEthicalTreatmentOfAmoeba(PETAm)
JohnSpotter saidSo many people have had interesting past lives but not me. I was Corky, the orphan peasant boy. I was killed by a runaway dung cart.