r/Reincarnation

Hello, everyone!

I’ve always felt like an incredibly old soul. Even as a child, I had this deep sense of being tired, homesick, and like I’d already been here for far too long.

A few years ago, I did a past-life regression because of a recurring memory that never felt like it belonged to this life. During it, I felt something I still struggle to explain: that my soul was ancient and constant, while each lifetime was just another expression of it.

Since then, one thought keeps following me: I don’t want to come back here again.

I don’t mean that in the sense of not wanting to live this life - I do. This is purely about spirituality, reincarnation, and what comes after. I just feel exhausted by the idea of returning to Earth over and over. I love people deeply, but I also seem to absorb suffering everywhere I go. Ever since I was little, I’ve felt the pain of people, animals, and living things so intensely that it sometimes feels like I’m carrying the weight of the world with me.

More than anything, I feel homesick for somewhere that isn’t here. A place I can’t remember, but somehow miss.
Is this a common feeling in spiritual circles? Does anyone else fear being reborn on Earth again or feel deeply tired of the cycle of reincarnation? If you’ve experienced this, how did you find peace with it?

I died when I was a kid. I drowned and went to heaven and was saved in under a minute. I've always wanted to know the answer to this question. If you can do this equation in math terms, all the kudos 👏 to you

I don’t remember exactly when this was but my little sister was still in her early elementary days.

one day we were eating dinner, my mom really loves to make different kinds of dishes whatever its Indian, Chinese or Africains dishes. And that day we were eating fried rice from a Chinese recipe we all loved it but my little sister was enjoying it more than we expected, and suddenly while we were talking from out of no where she said “this is delicious just like how my grandma used to cook for me!” We all looked at her with confused looks, neither of my grandmas from both sides cook that often or even know any Chinese recipes so we were really confused by what she said.

My family brushed it off saying she’s a kid or maybe she just blabbered out whatever but at that time i was a believer of past lives so i kinda knew what was going, after we finished eating i immediately took her alone and asked her what was that about and if she meant a grandma that our family doesn’t know, she said “yes I meant my previous grandma, my Chinese grandma!” I knew here my little sister still remembers her past life, but i didnt want to talk for long as my family is so religious and i don’t want her to have a hard time so i told her to tell me the rest in another time and she agreed happily.

Some weeks passed, until a day came when we were in a hotel for our family vacation, and me and my other siblings were in the same room separated from our parents, idk why but i saw this as the perfect chance to ask my little sister about her story again, but this time in front of my other siblings cuz maybe I wanted everyone to see that this life is bigger than we think? (Lol i was still in high school at that time and was and still just tired of certain kind of thinking and other religious stuff) anyway my little sister was so happy and said sure, and here we heard the whole story.

she was a girl in her 17-16, both of her parents were either dead or they abandoned her, so she had to go back to a village where her grandparents were living, she really really loved them, she said they took good care of her and loved her more than anything, and she loved her grandma cooking and thats why she was really happy when she ate a dish similar to her cook now, but sadly her death was horrible, they had a bad earthquake and a huge rock fell on her (i don’t remember if her grandparents died along with her or not) and before she knew it she’s already dead, and then she continues with a literally no details of the after life but “i died then my soul went to god and then god put me with y’all”. I kinda wanted to know about this part but she didn’t recall much about it saying “i didn’t see that god”

Anyway I actually teared up listening to her story and kept asking for more details and she answered each one them even how her phone looked like or how she was being bullied sometimes by some boys, i was so emotional about her story but my other siblings had a hard time believing her and said “she’s obviously just confused with some cartoon she watched or smth” but i ignored them and told her to do so.

But sadly, after some months my little sister came to each one of us who heard her story and said “everything i told u about being a Chinese girl was a lie! So forget it about it it’s a lie!”… i was so confused.. i didn’t want to pressure her more maybe she decided to finally move on or smth but she kept this for some time even last year she suddenly told me “everything i told u that time was a lie actually”… i didnt want to believe this sudden change, and ofc my other siblings were relieved (they are all religious) so ofc they will be relieved saying we know you were lying…

Till this day (im in my mid twenties now) i still think about her story and how she suddenly decided to deny it. She’s more grown up now and i really want to ask her again but i don’t want to make a fuss about it, so i decided to tell the story here maybe someone knows why she suddenly decided to denied it.

My best friend, my soul dog, passed away almost four weeks ago, and I haven’t felt like myself since. I feel weak, heartbroken, and completely unmotivated. If you believe in reincarnation or know of any stories or cases involving pets, I’d be so grateful if you could share them with me.

I feel I literally can't move on from my last life cuz I miss it so much.

I am a girl this life, but I remember I was a dude last life and I miss being in that body, being a man, and like I'm pretty sure I lost fucking everything in the last life cuz I got murdered and that genuinely makes me so pissed and I end up grieving since this life i have to start all over again and I fucking hate it and I feel like not working hard for anything cuz what's the point you know?

It's not like I want to transition or anything Im okay being a girl, but there's this internal mismatch cuz I feel I'm still a guy inside, if that makes sense.

I don't know how to move on and I just wanna go back so badly and honestly I'm just waiting for this life to end so I end up being reborn as a guy again.

Sorry this was a stupid post but I just needed to vent and I'd like to receive advice on how to move on.

Sorry for the bad language as well I get super frustrated when I think about it.

Any advice is appreciated.

Today I was watching a video tour of the carslbad cave in New Mexico and in the video it showed a group of bats flying in a circle up in the ceiling of the cave.

I thought to myself, there was a very small chance of me being born human looking at it statistically assuming incarnation was random, I might as well consider myself lucky. So what exactly stops a human being from being reborn as something such as a bat in a cave, a bird, or an insect? And how does an animal get born as a human? The only theology I'm aware of that even half-ass answers that question is the hindu caste system.

Disclaimer: I am not suicidal by any means, just feeling lonely and sad at the moment.

I believe in reincarnation and have noticed myself longing for my next life a lot lately. I'm still trying to be in the present, but I really don't like how my current life is right now. There's no one my age close to me I can really talk to that will understand my beliefs or where I'm coming from, my job has been really depleting my energy and psyche, and I'm looking to get my own one-bedroom apartment, but I'm scared I won't be able to pay the rent, because where I live the prices are ludicrously high.

I've never felt like I belonged in this era. In my next life I want to go back and have that be my present, because I really think I'll fit in a lot better. But that's still at least fifty to sixty years away for me when I'll be preparing to pass on. I feel this life is just a stepping stone on the way to where I'm really going, and deep down I feel in my heart that this present is not where my soul and being is truly meant to be. ❤️‍🩹

On top of that, yesterday some mean-spirited person online referred to me and my beliefs as "parasocial and weird", and that really hurt my heart and my feelings.

If there is any compassionate and understanding person out there, and I'm sure there is, any amount of comfort or consolation would be very much appreciated.

Thank you so much for being such a loving and supportive community. 💞

Out of nowhere my 7 year old son )with the eloquence of an adult speaking ) described choosing me as his mother and going down a slide , fast like a million mph into my belly button … he had a lot more to say if anyone is interested I’ll elaborate. !

Starting from the premise that some people actually make "soul contracts" (like selling their soul to the devil) and assuming that reincarnation is a transfer of the soul into a new physical body, would someone who sold their soul in one of their lives still have an active and valid contract even after multiple reincarnations ?

I heard this a long time ago and wonder if it is true. Is that because they want to leave an ailing or old body or just because they want a new identity or something else? Or is it all just a rumor?

A few months ago my granddaughter started saying that her fetus brother’s name is Jack. He was born this week. She is still saying that his name is Jack. When asked how she knows his name is Jack she doesn’t know. My father’s name was John but often went by Jack. Makes me wonder if the baby is my dad. I’ve been thinking about him a lot the past couple years. He’s been gone over 50 years. Any thoughts?

I never want to come back here again, this life has been horrible. i suffer from severe OCD and schizophrenia which has ruined my life and caused me significant disability for almost 20 years. the only person i ever loved died in my arms on my birthday of all days, i have no friends, i cannot work and i absolutely hate being alive. i know everybody has problems in life which i can respect, but this incarnation has not been a very nice one. - does anybody else not want to reincarnate on earth ever again?

I have been stressing out bad for the past couple of weeks because of this theory that I have come up with (I know im not the first person to think about this). Ive been thinking that if reincarnation IS real, what if we lived as every human being that has ever stepped foot on earth. Sure, we would live as kings and have luxurious lives, but on the other hand, we will also die the worst and most agonizing deaths that people have died. Ive been having nightmares about this, dying in the worst ways possible, and I hope that anybody can have anything to say that will put my mind a little more at ease, maybe something to invalidate this theory, thanks.

Inglés
What I'm about to post here might sound fanciful to some. Even to me, sometimes.

I'll be direct. I'm looking for a person I don't know yet, or once knew. I don't know their name, I can't remember who they were, but a chronic feeling makes me feel, down to the depths of my soul, that they exist.

Since I was a child I've had very strange sensations. Some more inexplicable than others, I have to say. In my mind I saw images like memories, like photographs so clear they seemed unbelievable. One of them happened when I was around five years old. It was as if I were watching from the ceiling of a room. It was nighttime. A huge window made up the 4th wall, looking out onto the outside. Outside there was a completely empty park with the greenest grass I'd ever seen. A streetlamp with a warm light faintly lit the bedroom. Inside, there were two people lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, embracing each other, naked (one of them was me, which is strange, because it wasn't my current self, and yet I felt like it was me). It was cold. Next to them was a dark wardrobe. The room was in complete silence. The serenity I felt being there was otherworldly. As if I only wanted to be there and nowhere else.

I also had strange experiences. I was completely unfamiliar with my parents and didn't want them. I told them to give me back to my parents, please, to give me back to the ones who really were my parents. I cried inconsolably, asking to see them again. My parents showed me moles and birthmarks we had in common so I would understand that they were my parents. Even as the years passed, I felt like a stranger to them. As if I simply didn't belong to them or their family.

Another strange experience is that I used to cry a lot because I knew I was going to die and would lose the ability to stay in contact with the people I was getting to know, like my parents and my brother. I felt like being forgotten was something cruel and sad. Even though I had never actually experienced a loss, I felt terribly bad, as if I already had. My parents comforted me, but it took me a long time to be able to bear that feeling.

I've always felt a special connection with the cold and the night. As if somehow I felt more connected to something I forgot years ago. Sometimes it brings me memories I can't explain. But mind you, I don't just mean the cold itself, it's a strange sensation that the cold brings with it. It's like an uncomfortably comfortable feeling, nostalgic without being depressive in itself, as if the cold were a constant with that person I loved intensely, and now it's the only tangible memory I have to remember my past.

These sensations weren't limited to things that happen when you're a child. Even now, as an adult, I still have them (I'm 25). I have memories of being in a house I never knew, in a garden full of winters, where someone loved me before dying. I still feel like I can see their smile. A wide, beautiful gummy smile that I can't forget. Sometimes I try to see their face again, but my mind can't recall it. That's why I sometimes ask myself, "Who did I promise never to forget?"

I currently tend to be a depressive person, but on the outside I have a reputation for being polite and cheerful. You might think, reading this post, that I'm someone strange or a weirdo, but believe me, that's not the case. Sometimes I think I'm in love with a ghost.

I just wish I could be with that person I loved so much again. I don't know if reincarnation exists, but if there is a love strong enough to cross over life and death, mine would definitely be it.

Based on the emotions, the connection with the cold, the night, and my personality as a child (which changed as I grew up), I feel that if I had a past life, I might have been in some cold country where the night lasts longer than the day. In case that person reincarnated as someone else, it wouldn't matter to me whether they were a man or a woman, I would want to be with him or her again. The connection I had with that person is something I can't replicate, nor have I experienced it again (if I ever truly did) with anyone.

I've sometimes considered the option of traveling there. I was thinking about doing a master's degree in Ireland as an excuse to search for that lost soul.

I'm writing this post because I'm looking for that being I loved with all my soul. I don't have much hope of finding you, but the years go by, and even though my mind doesn't remember you as such, I feel like I carry your essence tattooed on my soul. Either way, I have nothing to lose by trying.

If anyone else has experienced something similar, I'd like to read about it in the comments too, and if you're planning to leave a mocking comment, I genuinely ask that you refrain.

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Lo que estoy por poner en esta publicación puede ser algo fantasioso para algunos. Incluso lo es para mí a veces.

Seré directo. Estoy buscando a una persona que todavía no conozco o que conocí alguna vez. No sé su nombre, no puedo recordar quién era, pero una sensación crónica me hace sentir hasta en lo más profundo de mi alma que sí existe.

Desde que era niño experimenté sensaciones muy extrañas. He de decir que algunas más inexplicables que otras. En mi mente vi imágenes como recuerdos, como fotografías tan claras que me parecían increíbles. Una de ellas sucedió cuando tendría alrededor de cinco años. Era como si yo estuviera viendo desde el techo de una habitación. Era de noche. Una ventana enorme hacía de 4ta pared, daba hacia el exterior. Afuera había un parque completamente solo y con el césped más verde que vi en mi vida. Una farola de la calle con luz cálida iluminaba levemente la recámara. Dentro, había dos personas acostadas sobre la cama tapadas con una cobija, abrazadas entre sí y desnudas (una de ellas era yo, lo cual es extraño, porque no era mi yo actual, sin embargo; sentía que era yo). Estaba haciendo frío. Al lado de ellos había un armario oscuro. La habitación estaba en completo silencio. La serenidad que sentí al estar ahí fue de otro mundo. Como si sólo quisiera estar ahí y en ningún lugar más.

También tuve experiencias extrañas. Desconocía por completo a mis padres y no los quería. Les decía que me devolvieran con mis padres, que por favor, me devolvieran con los que sí eran mis papás. Lloraba desconsoladamente pidiendo volver a verlos. Mis papás me mostraron lunares y marcas de nacimiento que tenemos en común para que entendiera que ellos eran mis padres. Incluso con los años, me sentía ajeno a ellos. Como si simplemente no perteneciera a ellos ni a su familia.

Otra experiencia extraña, es que lloraba demasiado porque sabía que me iba a morir y perdería la forma de contactar con las personas que estaba conociendo, como mis padres y mi hermano. Sentía que el quedar en el olvido era algo cruel y triste. Aunque nunca había experimentado propiamente una pérdida, me sentía terriblemente mal como si ya lo hubiera hecho. Mis papás me consolaron, sin embargo; me costó mucho tiempo poder soportar ese hecho.

Siempre he sentido una conexión especial con el frío y la noche. Como si de alguna manera me sintiera más conectado con algo que olvidé hace años. A veces me trae recuerdos que no sé explicar. Pero ojo, no me refiero al frío y ya, sino que es una sensación extraña que me trae lo helado. Es como una sensación incómodamente cómoda, nostálgica sin llegar a ser depresiva en sí misma, es como si el frío fue una constante con esa persona que amé intensamente y ahora es el único recuerdo palpable que tengo para recordar mis memorias pasadas.

Esas sensaciones no se limitaron únicamente a cosas que suceden cuando eres niño. Incluso de grande las sigo teniendo (tengo 25 años). Tengo recuerdos de estar en una casa que nunca conocí, en un jardín lleno de inviernos donde alguien me amó antes de morir. Todavía siento que puedo ver su sonrisa. Una sonrisa gingival amplia y hermosa que no puedo olvidar. A veces intento volver a ver su rostro, pero mi mente no lo puede recordar. Por eso mismo, a veces me pregunto "¿A quién le prometí no olvidar jamás?".

Actualmente soy una persona que tiende a ser depresivo, pero por el exterior tengo la reputación de ser educado y alegre. Posiblemente pienses por leer este post que soy alguien extraño o un bicho raro, pero créeme que no es el caso. A veces pienso que estoy enamorado de un fantasma.

Sólo quisiera poder volver a estar con esa persona que tanto amé. No sé si exista la reencarnación, pero si existe un amor tan fuerte que pueda traspasar la vida y la muerte, definitivamente ese sería el mío.

En base a las emociones, conexión con el frío, la noche y mi personalidad de niño (la cual fue cambiando conforme crecí). Siento que si tuve una vida antes de ser quien soy, pude estar en algún país frío donde la noche dura más que el día. En caso de que esa persona hubiera reencarnado en alguien más, no me importaría si fuera hombre o mujer, yo quisiera estar de nuevo con él o ella. La conexión que tuve con esa persona es algo que no puedo replicar ni he vuelvo (si alguna vez lo hice) experimentar con alguien.

A veces me he planteado la opción de viajar hacia allá. Estuve pensando en hacer una maestría en Irlanda como excusa para buscar a ese ser perdido.

Escribo esta publicación porque estoy buscando a ese ser que amé con toda mi alma. No tengo muchas esperanzas de poder encontrarte, pero pasan los años y aunque mi mente no te recuerda como tal, siento que llevo tu esencia tatuada en mi alma. Igualmente no pierdo nada con intentarlo.

Si alguien más ha experimentado algo similar, igual me gustaría leerlos en los comentarios y si piensas hacer un comentario burlándote, de verdad te pido que te abstengas.

Is it actually fair for ur karma to act on ur next life on a completely different version of u...?

So if you are researching on this subject, you must have a data set available. So that anyone can analyze it for themselves. This might include, geographic details, weather the case is solved, how good is the case, dates of births and deaths, weather the match is strangers or known, manner of death, geographic details of the diseased, weather birthmarks or other things were found, ,etc etc.

Without such a data set its not possible to evaluate this phenomenon. anyone know if this data set is available?