The Shed 15

a reply to: PrairieShepherd

My thoughts exactly. Well said.

Edit:

I don't know which castle exactly it is (my memory of it is a tiny bit fuzzy), but I remember its general architecture and I have a few good candidates. It's a tiny castle from the Andalusian era, probably in the Spain / North Africa area. The castle is all brick, a simple square, boring, with a large cylindrical tower on the right, and some square tower or wing on the left.

And, um, since I was locked in its dungeon for the most of the time, then it has a dungeon, too, which can be accessed by the round tower if I remember correctly.

a reply to: swanne

You should start a thread on the past lives you remember. There are so many compelling stories out there. I've seen some great youtube vids on this and read of many fascinating accounts.

a reply to: Night Star

I hate making grey area threads and have the whole of ATS read about it... I rather speak of it amongst friends.

a reply to: TNMockingbird

My Lovely Little Bird, I have many meh/blah days myself. That's when I come in here and ride dragons, run with the unicorns and wolves, dance and sing with the faeries, nurture the wondrous gardens, play beneath the sun or moon and stars and..spend time with the beautiful people I have come to know here in this enchanted realm. My thoughts are with you always beautiful Bird.

originally posted by: swanne
a reply to: Night Star

I hate making grey area threads and have the whole of ATS read about it... I rather speak of it amongst friends.

Ok, so start. When did you first start remembering past lives? I want to hear all your stories/experiences. I would also like to know how it affected and influenced your current life.

I have a pre-birth memory and it took me a very long time to admit such a thing. I have opened up about it a few times here and there on the site. I'm at an age where I don't care who believes me or not. It is my truth and I stand by it. I know we came from somewhere and am assuming we live on after this physical existence. I have only had one out of body experience and it took a long time for me to admit that as well.

As open minded as people can be, I know that some will never be able to wrap their minds around such things. It does bring a measure of comfort knowing that we are not just this physical body and that there is so much more to life than we can even imagine.

a reply to: TrueBrit

I can't afford concerts either. The last one Hubby and I saw was Metallica and it was amazing! The only reason we went was because the tickets were a gift from a friend. These days, neither of us could fight our way through such crowds or stand on a chair through a show to see the damned thing. Thankfully, we saw many concerts throughout our lives and have some great memories to hold onto.

Last year I got to see a Queen tribute band, but at a much smaller venue.


I'm with you about the heat...hate it with a passion! I love Spring and parts of Summer, but when it gets really hot and humid and you can melt into a puddle...GAH!!!!!

originally posted by: mamabeth
a reply to: gimmefootball400

The only people who should be kicked out of the kitchen are the
3 idiots.They are a disaster in the making and should never be
allowed around anything sharp or with pointy ends.

There aren't many items I would allow them to have. It's just too risky. Ya know?

a reply to: Night Star

Yes, you told me about your pre-birth memory. It's actually one of the best of evidences in favour of the afterlife I've come across.

My own memories... I've always had them, for as long I remember. They're stored in my subconscious though, and I get a flashback only when I come across a specific scenery or sounds, etc.

All of my experiences? Hm, that's going to make a long list. Let's see, I've already told you about the pilot memories, then the growing-old memory... The Andalusian-castle memory is the oldest, I guess - I remember being the daughter of a ruler and he had locked me up in the dungeon, I was pretty lonely there and would come out only on occasions. That's pretty much all I can remember... In another lifetime I remember seeing large stretches of pure, blue water, for a very long time - I think I was some sort of sea creature there. Then there's that memory in which I'm with a native american leader and facing a very large mountain at dawn, I'm not sure where that fits in. I've got some other memories, but can't recall them right now, since I'm not in a retrospective state of mind right now.

Those memories did influence my life, but I'm not sure if it's for the best of for the worst. I basically know that my soul somehow survives Death. Over and over again. For half a millennia now. I have no memories of a heaven or any afterlife, just 500 years worth of lives and counting. Why? I don't know. I don't even think my soul is human to start with. Even my friend had a vision about that. "His soul... is not human. Not evil, just not from this world. " Am I being locked on Earth as a punishment for something I've done in the far past? Or have I been sent here with some mission? Those questions I probably won't ever be able to answer, so I simply keep on walking this earth. My body is young, I will try to spend this life in the most awesome way possible, and when in the end I shall meet death, I shall greet him with a smile, and say, "haven't you learned your lesson yet? "

a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Oops, I think I killed the thread.

a reply to: swanne
Swanne that is so intriguing. You should start a thread with this topic.
Do the memories come as flash backs or do you recall things like we would of past events in resent life?
Have you encountered people you knew in past lives?

a reply to: swanne

Oops, I think I killed the thread.

Can't kill the Shed thread

I've always had an interest in past lives
More hearing other peoples stories than my own, until last year when I had my own little intuition which led me to actively seek trying to see my possible past lives... not through general knowledge at the ready in my mind though. Meditation. I ended up on a beach, seashells everywhere, I'm certain it was in India, I had brown skin, female, and I was trying to see my face, but my heart started racing and I lost my control and I snapped out of it, and then couldn't sleep for hours because huge massive adrenaline rush.

I was going to keep trying, but other things in life came up and I haven't had the free time to simply sit back and surrender to meditations.

Thank you for sharing your experiences!

a reply to: WalkInSilence

The memories are like memories of your past. A past which doesn't match your lifetime. Just like very old memories they come back to you only when you encounter specific trigger, such as a scenery or a song or something.

Yes, there is one person with whom I am friend and who shares one of the lifetimes memories I have. She wasn't we me in all of my lives, but in one of those she was, and today we are together once again.

I owe her alot. Such as saving me from becoming completely wrathful and evil. She's the perfect friend. Kind and selfless.

a reply to: swanne

Nope - I was in meetings, then a test, then reading the results of said test.

I was just reading over your post. That's fascinating stuff, swanne. I have not had anything I could point to and say for certain that it was from a past life. There was one thing that happened to me - within the last year, actually - that was very strange, and honestly, quite disturbing.

I listen to a Christian podcast each morning where they read through the entire Bible - the whole thing - in a year. This is my 4th year. Last year, when we got to the Book of the Acts of the Apostles, the day they read the account of Stephen who was one of the first Christian martyrs, I was listening as I drove to work. Sometimes my mind wanders, but sometimes I am focused and visualizing the story being told. This was one of the latter.

Stephen was stoned to death. When the reader got to the part where Stephen dies, I had a sudden flash of pure rage, and what I can only describe as a vision. The rage was not at the injustice of Stephen's death - it was rage at Stephen. In the vision, I had a rock the size of a grapefruit in my hand, and I finished him off by bringing it down savagely on his head.

Like I said - very disturbing. I am honestly still unsettled by it.

a reply to: kaelci

Right? HI Kaelci! BTW the pic of you & your boy earlier is adorable!

a reply to: kaelci

That's actually pretty awesome! I wish my memories were as clear as your vision.

a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Hm, strange indeed.

Remembrance?

In your defence, in the olden days, arguments were settled in a more tangible fashion than calling your opponent a shill.

This emotion is such in total opposition to your current state, though. In fact I think the contrast may be a clue in itself. If you don't mind me asking, what made you follow the path of Faith?

originally posted by: PrairieShepherd
I had a sudden flash of pure rage, and what I can only describe as a vision. The rage was not at the injustice of Stephen's death - it was rage at Stephen. In the vision, I had a rock the size of a grapefruit in my hand, and I finished him off by bringing it down savagely on his head.
Like I said - very disturbing. I am honestly still unsettled by it.

That must be disturbing as it counters your "current" aptitude. But I can follow that. I will myself engulfed in emotions that are completely out of context and wonder.
Mine are often related to nature formations, landscapes, rocks, trees, And feeling a specific connection to a geographical area. But also irrational connection to events and people.

a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Thank you!
It's so hard to get a good picture with him; I end up just settling for one where he's not blurry. One day I will get something nice! (be a lot easier if it wasn't just me taking awful selfies with him. Need to try setting the proper camera up with a timer on it and quickly dash-and-grin)

a reply to: swanne
Hm. That's a pretty long story. The short of it is at one point in college, I had wandered very far away from my family's Christian roots (one of my grandfathers was a minister). I was laying in bed at night, alone (which in college for me was a little unusual), and I was contemplating death and what might come after. Seemed to me there were two choices - either you believe we die and that's it, your light in the universe winks out and you are nothing but a biochemical machine, or you believe there's something more.

I chose more. Didn't know what it might be, but everything in me screamed that this crazy thing we call life is not all there is.

Fast forward to meeting my wife. She was raised in a strong Christian household, but was in a crisis of faith herself. She wanted to figure out what it meant to her now. It was a struggle, we had arguments and I felt like she wanted me to change who I was inside.

We started going to church and I felt like a complete outsider. I did not belong there, and felt like my history of booze and women and what not made me unfit to be there, like these Christians around me were somehow better than I was, and I was defiling their place by sitting on the pew.

But sometimes I really connected with what the pastor was saying, and one day, I said a prayer to the effect of "Look God I don't know if you're there. I know I've done a lot of stuff I shouldn't have. If you're really there, the let me know somehow."

Nothing happened. At first.

I can't really describe all the tiny steps of faith that came next. There were dozens, and they were each small. I'm not one of those people who knows exactly when they became a Christian.

A lot of nasty stuff happened in a short few years to my family. We lost my grandmother - my mom's family's matriarch. My father was badly injured in a table saw accident. And then a niece of mine was diagnosed with an aggressive, malignant brain tumor. She was 5.

It was my niece - I'll just call her Butterfly. It was her ordeal that really opened my faith up. We needed answers and we needed a miracle. During the 10 months she fought, God solidified my faith through answers to prayers that defied coincidence, and synchronous events across physical distances, dreams, and visions.

Since then, He has continued to answer prayers - stuff where there's no logical explanation except that it was manipulated. I have had prayers answered - both "yes"s and "no"s. I have been the answer to others' prayers. And I am a very different man than I once was.

Cliff's notes version...long version would be another book.

originally posted by: kaelci
Need to try setting the proper camera up with a timer on it and quickly dash-and-grin)

All sorts of solutions, involving spacetime and moving at the speed of light, are coming to my mind right now...