Who were you in a previous life?

Thinking about death today (see my other post - or don't. it's depressing).

Do you know who you were in a previous life? Any sense? Do you know an event you went through? How you died?


I have been told that I was a monk-in-training with my present husband and that our present daughter was our teacher.

And I've been told that the present pain in my neck and shoulders is related to my life in Elizabethan England and the restrictive clothing I wore.

How about you?

My religious beliefs do include reincarnation, but I tend to be sceptical of anybody who claims to remember a past human birth if it is in recent history (Elizabethan times is recent enough). Our understanding is that most people when they die have to take birth again as animals, and it is many births - millions usually - before they attain human status again.

...being done by a professor (I think he may be in Virigina). He says some children have memories of their previous lives up to about age 6; he's working with them, getting their stories, checking out the information to see what it matches.

probably a serf somewhere in Russia or a peasant in Europe or Asia, who lived a miserable, short, nasty life.

I did a past-life regression once and man was my life dull! I was a tanner married to a very large woman and we had a zillion kids. I don't know where, but I got the impression it was in Europe somewhere--Germany maybe.

I also know (too complicated to explain how I found out--each discovery came from a different method) that I was a prostitute in the 1800s (not proud of that, but what's done is done!), a Japanese soldier in the 1600s or 1700s, a Lakota before the Europeans invaded, and a quadroon in New Orleans who was a "kept woman" by a white plantation owner--we had several kids. I am very partial to England but I can't pinpoint specific lifetimes, although I unexpectedly burst into tears when I visited Queen Elizabeth's tomb in Westminster Abbey. That surprised me--I didn't think I had been Elizabethan, but there ya go.

I feel my inner smarmy runs deep.

I think I'm pretty resistant to change. I think even my soul is resistant to change.

was heinously deficient. That's more excuse for my related obsession, now.

Not Annie sullivan or anything..... just a teacher

i keep being reborn as a bitter queen.

i'm ok with that.

:rofl:

..I dearly love you just as you are. :hug: You make me laugh so consistently.

a really good chuckle or three -- that is good praise!

thanks!:pals:

I was thin, handsome and wealthy. This lifetime is payback.

he was killed when he was 8 years old, dragged under an ice cream truck, in 1958. I was born in 1965.

His name was Stephen Michael ----- and they named me Michael Stephen -----. I was his spitting image as a child, so relatives say, and I even pointed at a picture of him and asked my mother when was that picture of me taken?

Dunno ....

But I'm a pessimist like that.

I've dreamed it and felt it in de'ja' vu and visioned it a few times in my 57 years.

I am a young woman (20's?) walking on a wooden walk-way.... there is a dirt and mud road of some kind down below
and off to the side as I walk up (an incline?) ...I am wearing a uniform, of this I am sure.....some kind of white blouse with
a ring type collar. My hair is worn piled up on my head and off my forehead. And out of nowhere I am shot or some kind of fast and strongly
propelled small object enters my forehead. I am aware it has happened...then that is all.


Tikki

during the black death in london.

either that or i was a cooper in new haven, CT around 1793.

:rofl:

Seeing that my predecessors were ne'er do wells,
horse thieves, pirates and the like, I'd have to
say I sailed the high seas as a buccaneer. Hell,
my mother's uncle was hung as a horse thief.
My distant aunt died in Port Royal in prison.

I'm still not certain I'd even be content with the idea of reincarnation.... but he has a point. A lot of similarities in sensibilities, at least as he perceives them. (Since he's a Depression historian, I'll give him points that he probably knows the subject better than I do.)

I just have problems with the fact that there are a gazillion Julius Caesars and Catherine de Medicis.

I've actually been trying to think about reincarnation recently - if I take the premise that it exists and happens, then why, how and what would be causal? What would theoretical mechanics look like? (I'm trying to avoid any of the religious theories, because I'd rather puzzle it out without any assistance from others.)

and while we can never be sure what we're digging up is real or just the stuff of imagination, I've had some interesting lives:

a slave working on building one of the pyramids: nothing exceptional, but dying young;
a house slave in Rome: nothing spectacular, but considered a family member for the most part;
a smuggler up and down the Mississippi, whose main base was in Louisiana;
a daughter to a wealthy landowner in England who ran away because she didn't want to marry the man her family arranged her to marry;
a French mountain climber and guide who commited suicide for unknown reasons.

When we played with the Ouija board, our guide, NZ said I was an "old spirit." It definitely sounds like I've been around. ;)

A long time ago, I went to see a psychic. She held some objects that were important to me, a ring and a cork from a wine bottle.....

She then went into a trance, and this is what she told me:

I'd had many previous lives, all over Europe and Asia too....

I'd been both sexes, and had been royal as well.....

She told me that I'd written some Sanskrit texts that haven't been found yet....

Each time I'd died, I had taken my time coming back, and when I had, I had carefully chosen my next birth to advance my soul....

The corker was what she told me about this life.......

She said that I wanted a family, since this was the only thing I hadn't done yet....

I had given her no clue.......and she was spot on!

I walked in a skeptic........and came out a believer.....

It was amazing.

:hi:

Might be genetically Irish, but rice has always been my favorite starch since I was a kid, and the first time I tried sushi, I was in heaven. I could live on miso soup, and love seaweed salad. Whenever I work on the West Coast and the hotel has a Japanese buffet breakfast beside the usualy American one, I go with the Japanese food. My SO says I think soy sauce is a beverage.

because my current life sucks a lot. I'm probably paying for past sins or something.

Not the one with the lisp who lived in Vicksburg, MS, the other one.

a radio operator/gunner on a B-17 that was shot down over France in 1944.

Life is amazing enough that adding in all that supernatural stuff isn't needed.

You are alive. The odds were against you. Think about it, your ancestors all successfully mated and reproduced for 100's of millions of years. Even changing the timing of your conception would have resulted in a different DNA configuration...thus not you. Your DNA has never existed before and will never exist again in the history of the universe. Same with your parents, their parents, etc.

That's incredible. No need for any mumbo-jumbo.

but that I died when he was very young.

:scared: