Who were you in your past lives?

Hey Ats, I wanted to inquire and share with the late night crew what things in your life might be pointing to past lives. This was inspired by a post I read in the Indigo thread about a girl doing past life therapy.

I dont think I was someone special, though I know it is common for people to think they were. I was born with an inate ability to create art, my mom told me not long ago, that when she tried to get my to write my name, I must have been 3 or 4, I refused, instead, I took the pencil and meticulously placed the lines until there was a pretty good drawing of a duck. That sound normal for any kid to do, I know, but apparently my mom was pretty surprised at how good it was. I dont have scans of my childhood art, but as I got older it was evident that this was a talent and not just childs play. I continued looking at art as just a hobby, I only took two years of art class at the end of highschool, for the marks of course , and I think I'm pretty good considering the lack of training and practice.

Now on the subject of past lives, I believe I must have been an artist in my past, the first time I saw a Klimt my body swelled with sensations I had never felt, as a teenager I felt a deep resonance to his work. I dont boast that I was klimt in a past life but I feel I was close to his circle of artists. I dreamed many times of the name Egon, and found later an artist names Egon Schiele was very much influenced by klimt, so there might be something there. Who knows. I dont wish to dwell on who I might have been, but its fun to think about.

I had another strange experience about a year ago, I met a man in the hospital where my grandmother was, and we connected pretty quickly, we met up some time later at his house, and he offered me a dried date. I was repulsed by how it looked, but the moment I bit into it, again my body swelled with the same nostalgia, I felt heat as though I was in a dry climate and a rush of memory came to me. Nothing to specific, but the feeling was powerful. I think this is related to past lives.

One more story, I saw my girlfriend in a coffeeshop, and instantly felt I knew her, we talked, moved in with eachother a few weeks later, and its been 6 years since then. I have since had this feeling with a few other people, this sense that we had known eachother at some point or another, instant trust and peace.

So? anyone else want to share a story or two that might answer to this question of reincarnation?

My Artwork

I wanted to add, when I felt the connection to Klimt I was full our Bible Thumper, there was no way I believed in reincarnation. As I got older I even replicated his works for the fun of it. Here is an example. Remember for those who dont believe in reincarnation, I have not been trained outside 2 years of highschool, where did I get this ability to paint or draw?




(feel like im whoring out my artwork haha Im not posting this to boast, I really feel this is proof of some practice done in past lives)

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I've had odd remeniscences, but they've been of future times & events (I have skills in haptic interfaces they haven't built yet).

I think my time stream is regressing.

Would that be "Preincarnation"? Deincarnation? Inincarnation?

anyway, that's why I'm the chr0naut.

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I've never heard of that haha you are in fact...

A gipsy!

I would think that to be aware and have flashforwards is no more absurd that having flashbacks- Time is illusory!

A Crusader Knight. (One of my ancestors was one in the 1200's living in the UK when he returned).

A minstrel.

A monk, and a preacher.

Also, a Native American shaman. (also in my family tree)

Originally posted by el1jah
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I've never heard of that haha you are in fact...

A gipsy!

I would think that to be aware and have flashforwards is no more absurd that having flashbacks- Time is illusory!

Yeah, the flashforwards are other people in other lifetimes. Like me but not me. Seeing through their eyes, knowing their skills. In one I'm studying stellar evolution, but I go inside the stars and novae to gather data. (I also think i'm female there too)? I think by this stage that we are more than human, if not immortal. We also aren't individuals (like now) but are "blended".

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How did you come to those conclusions? From ancestry alone or other methods. not doubting just curios whether your current blood line might correspond to past lives

Just got directed here by a search engine (funny enough)

I've always had this strange thing involving traditional chinese art, dress, and monuments. Very strange feeling but when i come across programs on television on traditional chinese culture for example, i go into this zone where i suddenly feel like i've been to these places and i get this strange "home" kind of feeling. Although this is impossible, i have never been to china (at least in this lifetime) and have no chinese blood in my family.

I can remember far back as a kid, maybe 4-5 years old, i had this fascination with some old drink coasters my grandparents had in their house. I can still remember the first time i seen them, and the strong feeling of "i recognize this". The coasters had prints of traditional (old, replica) chinese artwork of people and buildings. Still gives me the chills when i look at these kinds of drawings/paintings today... i really get the feeling i have been in front of these buildings before (whether they exist or not, something feels familiar), or even dressed in traditional chinese outfits among other people.

Not sure what to think of it really, i'm not much of a spiritual person, so haven't really looked into past-life experiences. It comes across to me as a very strange idea of living a past life... as far as my "beliefs" go, i tend to think that i came into existence by chance and will simply rot in the ground for eternity at the end. Though i do believe there is more going on in the brain/mind than anyone will ever understand. Another thing is having quite a large amount of dreams relating to chinese tradition throughout my lifetime, somewhat waking up with a very strong sense of "that was a dream?".

Just thought i'd share, may be that i once lived as a chisese native around ~1800 years ago.
Maybe, this is what my brain is trying to tell me... or it could simply be my imagination, in the same way that different people have a different favorite colour.

I wish I knew who I was in a past life.

My lineage is Mafias, Spanish nobility, Great stone masons, Templar and Spanish Gladiators. If any of them where me in a past life, i'm not sure.

We're not allowed to remember. Otherwise, we would have no memory block.

However, one can lift the veil by doing crtain spiritual practices. as you get into higher vibrations, more is opened to you. Here's a woman who remembered a language from her past life by meditation

My past life i was an Arab man, some trader. Ended my own life.

In another version of me, not sure if it was pastlife, future life, or a mutiverse version of me, i was a cowboy looking guy.

I have heard of the concept of 'soul groups' insomuch that you will often be reincarnated along with a particular group of souls, and simply swap roles as you move through time. So your girlfriend may once have been you aunt, who in turn was once you little brother and so on.

Myself.........I was simply me in a past life, just with a different body.

If you want particulars i was a vagrant hippy wanderer with a left field sense of humor which no one got, although I didn't care. I think I was essentially at peace unless someone posted something stupid on various internet forums that I frequented.

Oh wait a minute, that's this life.

I honestly have no idea.

One of my main problems with regression and past life debates examples and testimonies is that you almost never hear anyone say that they were someone common or ordinary in their previous incarnation. It's always nobility or someone "special" in some way, or at least with some discernible talent. No one ever says they feeble minded or had inferior intelligence or terrible intentions or sick vices. Any prostitutes in the house? Any child murderers? Rapists? Anyone?

I do however believe in the possibility of an ongoing rebirth until certain lessons or conditions have been met. But it seems like some kind of generous projection of ourselves when we suggest we were something other that common, forgettable, insipid folk, having a dull existence, unable to move forward from our own stupidity. Like most people nowadays, perhaps including myself.

Stuck in a particular karma so to speak.

I was a hobo with a shotgun.

In my last lives I was my mother and father. Before that I was my maternal and paternal grandparents. So on and so forth far beyond Biblical or Genetic Adam and Eve (I was both of them too ).

I started as One, divided myself infinitely. To this day I continue to reproduce, change, grow, evolve, and experience all, which is I.

Peace unto you.

Most recent past life ... I was a little kid about 5 or 6 years old in England during WWII. I have had recurring dreams about playing on a playset/swingset in a park, with my (then) mother and two friends watching. They had skirts down to between their knees and ankles. Air raid sirens went off and I remember looking over to my mother who said to ignore the sirens because they always went off and nothing happened. Next thing I know ... KABOOM ... we blew up and I died.

Back further than that I can't say for sure.
I only know I am attracted to certain time periods and certain places.
Old egypt for example ... I think I might have been a temple priest in the Valley of the Dead.

But the little kid being dead in an airraid during WWII ... that I'm pretty sure of.

noy me but my daughter tells me stories of when she was a 19 yr old boy !

Ummm, me?

I've lived long enough to be myself through many lifetimes, no matter what body I wear.

But one memory really sticks out, it originally all came in a burst and flooded my mind as clearly as this morning's breakfast.

It was a message to myself, a reminder to be careful abut discussing past lives and reincarnation. I was a minor noble in a Mesoamerican culture that practiced human sacrifice. I got into a heated argument with a powerful priest who annoyed me about the reality of reincarnation. He used my statements to place me in the position of offering myself for sacrifice or admitting that I was a bald-faced liar and a fool and allow a loved one to be sacrificed instead. I can still feel the blade sometimes that cut my throat, and recall my last stern warning to myself to keep my foolish mouth shut next time, or at least be more careful who I discussed it with.

Another memory is a shared one: a woman I didn't know came up and sat down at my table during a lunch break one day and said she was drawn to me for some reason. As we talked we both felt an old tugging and easily fell into a warm and close familiarity. We continued to meet for lunch and we both felt memories stirring. Eventually we were sure we knew each other from somewhere, but couldn't quite place where. Finally we decided to independently write our impression of the last time we saw each other and then exchange them. We sat and blanked our minds and just let things flow. We each wrote our impressions and then swapped them. It turned out they were nearly identical: we had each written of standing upon a wall or parapet with our city in flames, in the process of being taken, swearing our love for each other and promising to find each other again no matter how long it took or what barriers there might be. We then met our deaths.

I've no idea of where the city was, who we were, when it was, or who destroyed it, the only things important in that memory was the love we shared and the immense loss of everything we held dear. Whenever it was, it was long ago, many lifetimes. That was the incident that absolutely confirmed reincarnation for me, there is no way we could both have written of the same event in nearly identical ways without having shared them.

Unfortunately, we both were committed to others and could share only a brief time together. We did renew our vows, though, and we will find each other again in the river of time and share once more a full life, I am certain of it, no matter how long it takes. When I die in this lifetime, I will look forward to returning, perhaps the next one will reunite us.

Not sure of who I might have been, but I think I died by the sword in a past life.

Ever since I was a little girl (4 or 5 years old?), I've had the same reoccuring dream of standing in the street of what I think may have been Roman times or something similar to it. I'm a fully grown man and another man approaches me and stabs me in the stomach with his sword. We're both dressed in some kind of civilian thinly weaved beige-coloured linen type of material (one piece pullover short dress of some sort?) and leather sandals. I remember looking down as the sword enters into my stomach (almost slow motion-like) and noticing that my feet are very dirty and covered in dust, I have dark skin and pale coloured toenails in comparison. I can feel the sword sliding in and out of my stomach and watching the blood gush as the sword is being pulled out... it's very surreal, but with only a small amount of short-lived pain and then the dream ends.

But that's the only thing I ever remember from the dream. I have no recollection of anything prior to the sword scene, no words spoken between myself and the other man, no nothing.

Very odd.

What adds to the strangeness is the fact that I have this primal fear of sharp knives (ever since I was a kid) even though I've never had an incident with one in "this" life. It took me years to get used to handling a knife without shaking in my boots as I was doing so.

The comical part for me is I'm a redheaded fair skinned (irish descent) female... so this dream of myself as a dark-skinned man is way off whack.

Although I'm skeptical of past lives, I can't come up with any other explanation as to why I've been dreaming this weird scenario all my life.

In a past life I was myself, a spirit version of myself. And no, reincarnation does not exist.