"In four apartments inside a residential building in Charlottesville, Virginia, research is underway that may be unparalleled in its significance for human existence—and equally unmatched in the criticism and ridicule it provokes."
Every week I read of some alcoholic, careening into a car full of people who were minding their own business...they were either killed or maimed. Many of these drunks, and drug heads,... Simply shake their heads and say 'sorry!'. Sometimes they get long sentences, but none can make up for the loss and tragedy they caused.
How do these drunks pay for this in the next life... They can simply shrug their shoulders and say 'I'm a drug addict'... I'm a victim too.
It's sickening how many of these losers never face consequences or take responsibility. Many drunks just don't care.
How did they end up being drunks in the first place?
What is their karma?
I lost my dog after 16 years on 1/18/25. We had an amazing bond that nobody has seen before, I have been told that many times (no weirdo). He was a 80lb PitBull that was so sweet and super smart. He was two faced, grey & white, all white paws and a white tipped tail. On 2/14/25 Valentines Day, I left my house for the first time. I honestly wasn't feeling up for it but it was Valentines Day and I promised my 22yr old daughter we wld spend it together. I was waiting on the bus to come and a beautiful husky of some sort came right up to me at the bus stop with no collar, no owner looking no leash attached...nothing! Luckily I had a friend with me that walked to me to the bus stop and immediately went looking for a leash. I turned back around with this new dog that somehow found me the only day I stepped outside since at the exact moment I went to the bus stop on Valentines Day! I kept the dog that weekend and thankfully found the owners! It was alot to manage in apartment. Where am I going with this...well I was trying to figure out his name and after 10 names and this dog non stop running all over my apartment, dead stops and gives me an exact hug and kiss the way Guido did when I asked if he had sent him.
I've been through alot and was very very depressed. My kids are all on their own and in their 20's, my husband and I split after 28 years that following year so I didnt have much left after the only thing that was apart of the family that I had was now gone that I had for 16 years.
On 04/08/25 (my daughters birthday) I left my apartment again for the 2nd time and was spending my daughters birthday with her at her apartment. I got a call from my best friend Angel that used to live below me which sadly she also passed away 5 months (i miss her so much)....saying a puppy 3 months old had got loose and was in pretty bad shape and she thought I might want to care for him. I was so very firm with her and maybe even yelled at her and told her no, no way, not a chance that I wasn't ready and it was way too soon. I got home to find her with this puppy that came from across the street from another house. I immediately started crying and fell to my knees. It was GUIDO a puppy with ALL the same markings, tip of the tail, same color, same eyes, same two face, all white feet like Guido EVERYTHING!! The only difference is Bouncer is his name has a heart on his back and he is a Pitt Bull & Cane Corso Mix which is crazier! I went to take the dog back to the owner because I didn't want to get attached if it was someone elses. When the dog ran up to the door I knocked on the door and this guy tells me " oh naw you can have him" I said " bet" and walked away with Guido back!
this one was funny to me because after all dramatic lives that can appear in sessions, she just became a dog.
I will call her Nina. She had just finished another human life in the session, left the body, floated for bit and then felt herself pulled somewhere. Next scene she was stretching and trying to understand what body she even had. Then she looked and said she was a black dog. Thats it lol.
She was almost ridiculously happy in this life. Cold and wet place, older man taking care of her, mountains, running outside, jumping into water. She didnt like staying inside much. At one point she went hunting with him and remembered smell of blood, maybe deer. Very physical life. Not much philosophy happening when you are dog and want to run.
At end of that life the old man was crying. She felt his sadness too, then left the dog body and said she felt very relaxed. I asked why she needed this life because usually there is some unfinished thing, trauma, lesson, something.
Answer was love and freedom.
Later when we got to Higher Self it made more sense. In current life Nina was putting everybody first all time and herself last. Higher Self said this dog life reminded her what unconditional love feels like and also simple joy. Not complicated joy where first you finish work, heal yourself, help everybody and then maybe you are allowed to enjoy something.
I liked this because there was basically no big spiritual homework. Run around. Love this old man. Go into water. Be happy to be alive.
And honestly this is why I dont really like idea that animal incarnation must automatically mean punishment or going backwards. At least this session didnt look like that at all. It looked more like consciousness wanted a very simple kind of experience that human life had made complicated.
Of course I cant prove from one trance session that humans reincarnate as animals. Could be memory, symbolic material, something else. But sequence was interesting because human life ended first, she stayed conscious after death for a while, and then she experienced entering this dog life directly after it.
Also the dog had something current human Nina was missing. Freedom without guilt. She wasnt trying to be useful every minute or figure out purpose of universe. She wanted outside, movement, water and the person she loved.
Maybe we make reincarnation too much like school grades sometimes. Human is higher, animal is lower, next life must be promotion etc. I dont know if consciousness cares about our ranking system that much.
Anyone here ever remembered animal life in regression, meditation or spontaneously? Especially one that seemed to happen after human life? I am curious how it felt to you.
Unfortunately she says I’ve never said anything about my past life, but surprisingly my sister did speak a lot about it.
Every time they were walking around the district sister (3-4 y.o. at that moment),used to stop at the same place and tell my mom that her mother and brother died in a car crash here but she stayed alive.
I’m her brother but I was born 5 years after that.
My only logical explanation that she probably hear something like that on TV (it was already 1994), however my mom says that sister used to tell a lot of details about this story and my mom really freaked out by this.
Just wanted to share this story.
everyone says that history repeats itself. like it has set patterns but why do they occur? why has nobody questioned that? is this a simulation we are living in?
and we are being being control by an intelligence which creates us and we create another intelligence (ai) and ai controls us and then puts us in a stimulation and this cycle keeps on happening until the collective consciousness wakes up and ends the cycle. but after some years when the knowledge is lost, we again end up building another ai.
this reminds me of kal chakras and yugs where everything happens just like it is written in hinduism.
but who is controlling the kal chakras? who is making it? who is making us enter the simulation if we are souls?
what are we like outside this simulation?
this is really mind boggling
I suffered in this life a lot , I hope my next life will be better I wonder if we can reincarnate in our desired reality
I’m not sure if this is the right place for this, but I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and I’m genuinely trying to understand what I experienced.
I’m not someone who is absolutely convinced that reincarnation is real. In fact, I’m pretty skeptical about a lot of things. A while ago, purely out of curiosity, I decided to try something like a past-life regression meditation.
What happened was completely different from what I expected.
It didn’t feel like I was watching a movie.
It felt like I was actually there.
The first thing I remember is snow.
It was nighttime. It felt like December or January, around the Christmas season. I found myself walking through what felt like an American city. There were shops on both sides of the street, and their windows were decorated for Christmas.
The Christmas lights are one of the details I remember very clearly.
They weren’t like modern LED lights. They looked like small, colorful lights inside little cone-shaped or bulb-shaped tubes, the kind of old-fashioned Christmas lights you would see decades ago.
The strange thing is that after the meditation, I searched for them online and I actually found vintage Christmas lights that looked extremely similar to what I had seen.
That honestly creeped me out a little. (I should also mention that Christmas isn’t really celebrated in my country, so I didn’t grow up around Christmas decorations or that kind of culture. That’s why I had no prior knowledge of those vintage Christmas lights or what they looked like.)
The street was almost completely empty.
It had snowed, and there was that strange silence that comes after snowfall. As I walked, I could hear the snow crunching underneath my shoes.
Then I remember looking at myself in the reflection of a shop window.
I was a woman.
I had blonde or light-colored hair that reached about my ears. My hairstyle reminded me of the hairstyles women had in older decades around 40's-50's.
I was wearing a fur or fur-like coat.
And I was wearing heels.
(Even within the experience, that detail seemed strange to me. I remember thinking something along the lines of, “Why am I wearing high heels when there’s this much snow?”)
I kept walking.
Then I heard someone’s footsteps behind me.
I stopped.
The footsteps stopped too.
I don’t remember whether I actually saw the person behind me, but I had an incredibly strong feeling:
I knew who he was, and I was afraid of him.
I started walking faster.
The footsteps got faster too.
Then I heard a gunshot.
I don’t remember feeling any pain when I was shot.
What I remember is a very strange physical sensation:
Warmth spreading across my back.
Then I fell forward.
My face hit the snow.
I could feel the coldness of the snow against my face.
At the same time, I could feel the warmth of the blood on my body.
I remember my hand being next to my face.
And the last thing I remember from the scene is looking at my hand lying there on the ground.
Then the image disappeared.
There’s one more thing that has made me wonder about all of this. I have never been to New Orleans in my life, but for some reason, I have always had a strange sense of familiarity with the city. When I see photographs of completely ordinary streets there, I sometimes get this immediate feeling of recognition — not “I’ve seen this exact picture before,” but more like “I know this place.”
I actually tested this with a friend because I didn’t want to rely purely on my own feeling. We used Google Maps and randomly selected ordinary, non-famous street views in New Orleans. My friend would show me three different options at a time and ask me which one felt familiar. We repeated this several times, using different streets, and I kept picking the correct one.
I’m not saying this means I died in New Orleans, because I obviously have no evidence for that. But it does make me wonder whether I might have lived there at some point — perhaps even in a completely ordinary life that has nothing to do with the murder scene I described. I also realize that there could be completely normal explanations for this, such as visual cues, architecture, intuition, or simply chance. But the feeling of recognition is genuinely very strong.
I’m really curious to hear what you think about this. Do you think this could simply be an extremely vivid experience created by my brain, perhaps combining things I’ve seen or absorbed without consciously remembering them? Could the similarities with Fowlkes’ case just be an incredible coincidence? Or do you think there could be another explanation for something like this?
If you know anything about memory, meditation, past-life regression, cryptomnesia, or even historical research, I’d genuinely love to hear your perspective. And if you’ve ever experienced something similar yourself, I’d especially love to hear about it. I’m not necessarily looking for someone to tell me that this was definitely a past life — I’m honestly just trying to understand what happened to me.
To repeat: I am old and since I got a medical diagnosis of something that will probably kill me in a year or two I have been dreaming of other deaths.
I talk about my belief system. I am not asking for debate of my belief system.
This life was in North America.
I was a girl, a young child, maybe 10. It was summer and we were camped between 3 extremely large hills.
I was with a group of children and we were nearly on the top of a hill, with the camp below in the valley.
When I looked down at the campsite—I would compare it to looking down from a 20 or 30 story building.
There were 8 other children and I. Plus, a hunter (warrior) protecting us.
We were gathering berries and other plants that had to be picked in the morning.
I could see large animals on the top of a hill about a mile or two away as the crow flys. I want to say they were hairy elephants, not mammoths, However I seriously don’t know. My child self had other names and was a little frightened of the animals.
It started to become brighter, and I heard a sizzle in the air.
I see lights streaking across the sky. Most are very small, but there are three that keep getting bigger and brighter.
I am startled but not really afraid. The hunter says they are falling stars, that come every year.
Three super big and bright ones streak overhead and then disappear over the horizon.
I just started back to picking berries when a mighty wind knocks us all head over heels. The hunter is actually picked up and thrown and is hurt.
Then a boom so loud some of us can’t hear for a few minutes.
I start crying and I look down at the camp but it seems undamaged. Just everyone acting confused.
Several adults start up the hill towards us. The hunter says for us to keep picking. ( it kind of calms us down. All the children love the hunter and are happy he was only stunned.)
The adults from the camp just reach us, when the ground starts to shake. There is a low rumble that keeps getting louder and louder.
A brown wave nearly as tall as the hills is coming right at us.
I start to cry! My best friend starts to run down the hill, only to be caught by one of the adults.
The brown wave comes directly at us. The adults and the warrior grab children and run to the top of the hill.
Within seconds the wave hits our hill and washes around it. There is maybe ten feet between the top of the hill and the wave of dirty, churning, black/ brown water.
I catch my breath, the warrior is telling us to breathe and we are safe.
I look up to the hill where the animals were and there is nothing except the water.
There are only a few hill tops visible.
Then I notice water rushing on either side of our hill is scouring large chunks of the dirt out.
All around there is only shaking, noise and water.
All day and all night the shaking, the noise, the water. And our hillside being washed away, falling away.
We have no food, no extra clothing, no drinkable water.
I don’t know how long the water lasted. When it was done I was soaked and cold, and unbearably thirsty and hungry.
When I looked around both sides of our hill was gone.
Just about thirty feet of the very top was left with a vertical drop of hundreds of feet on either side.
Below was mud, rocks, trees, and the dead. Animals smashed and torn apart.
That night the sky was incredible. The spiral of life all across it it from one end to the other. It was so cold, only I felt warm and loved….
hi, I understand this is a heavy topic that has truly impacted many lives so I apologize in advance. I’ve had a number of separate fragmented dreams about what seems to be concentration camps, I think.
One is going through a cave-like entrance and down a “tunnel” with other people. there is no escape, no way out. no food, water, and nothing but people and grey walls and only a fluorescent bulb hanging. in this same dream there’s a large room with what looks like a warehouse and a lot of people and piles of clothing. the same artificial light (to this day fluorescent/artificial lights bother me)
the latest dream was being in a building and helping with children. I didn’t want to be there but I wanted to be with the kids. they were being offered cake and this was unusual-wherever we were there’s no cake-and the kids were starving. it was pandemonium. the adults there were taking it and eating it for themselves. I took one little boy up a back stairwell, and into a secret room where there was an escape that somehow went to a sewer. I told him to go, he’d be safe on the other side, and then I think I went. that was it, and I absolutely did not want to see what happened next. I begged to not remember anything else about that time. I woke up in another dream. this time somewhere in 1950s Nebraska on a farm.
maybe it was only a dream. But it felt very real as did the others. Do you have any thoughts? thanks.
If someone uses reincarnation therapy to try to recover memories from a possible past life, it does not automatically mean that God will punish them. Perhaps God looks at the intention behind it: curiosity, understanding oneself, or searching for answers.
But an important question remains: If God did not want us to remember our past life, would it be wrong to try to recover those memories? Or would God understand why someone is searching for those answers?
I'm 72 and live in Maryland. I've had three reincarnation memories. The first appeared at a powwow that we happened upon during a vacation. We didnt even know about it before hand. I was listening to the music when all of a sudden out of the blue I started to cry and couldn't stop. It was very strong so I believe I must have been through a very hard and tragic experience. The feeling came through. I would never have experienced it if I weren't in that particular place. That was a long time ago so I don't know exactly where I was.
Soon I will be going on a antiquities Mediterranean cruise. I have never been to Europe. I've been feeling emotional about connecting with former lives there through places I will share with them through space time.
Im going to Florence Italy. I saw a portrait that reminded me of my young self. It was a portrait by Leonardo DaVinci of Beatrice d'este Este of Ferrara. That was so strange that I was wanting to look into her life. She died young but was actuary very smart, married to a handsome fool. It felt like heartache. Its like intense feelings come through.
The one that is most driving me crazy is related to Alexander the Great. I will be visiting Greece. I had a high position in his army. I was very close to him. I was actually very in love with him. I thought he was a God. Just the passion came through which is unlike any I've had in this lifetime. I think I must have been Hephaestion. Such a strong intensity that it's triggered an infatuation where I look for people who remind me of him. Tom Felton who plays Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter reminds me of him. I am drawn to Dramione now. I feel like I'm missing him so much. And he isn't here.
Its very strange to get these intense feelings that can drive me crazy. That love infatuation almost worship feeling is driving me crazy. Hephaestion died young like Alexander. Didn't really have much of a choice but I think Alexander's influence of spreading culture to a large part of the known world was good but we were so different in thinking. What a mental cage we lived in then. Definitely insane in our thinking but I think people are insane today just in a different way.
I'm just wondering if anyone else has reincarnation memories that come through as emotions?
They are like triggers for me.
I think it can be a distraction that just appears in certain places or knowing i will soon be in their places.
Just wondering if you've gotten these strong feelings when in places or looking at objects?
Hello, I remember many of my past lives since childhood in a natural way, meaning without sessions or hypnosis. I remember more than 30, though I haven't really counted them all lol, in different eras and roles (painter, king, nobleman, warrior, bishop, etc.). I have had various past lives, some famous, some ordinary. I'm not saying this to boast, but to clarify that past lives are inherently diverse, and to correct the misconception I've often heard that only a small percentage of people who were famous or royalty in their past lives. I personally know people with diverse past lives, both famous and ordinary. I've helped many people discover their past lives and heal their traumas. Past lives and spirituality are a vast world with so much information that I can't discuss it all here, which is why I'm here. I wanted to offer my help. Don't hesitate to ask any questions you have about reincarnation and spirituality, or share your stories, experiences, and traumas. Perhaps we'll discover that we knew each other in our past lives. I will do my best to help you, offer advice, and guide you. You can write your questions here in comments or send me a private message. My DMs are open to anyone who needs help.
Here's a brief overview of reincarnation and its purpose:
Reincarnation is simply the transfer of the soul from one body to a new body in each new life. The gender of the body is not important; for example, if a female dies in one life, she can be born as a male, etc. The purpose of reincarnation is for the soul to gain wisdom and knowledge through multiple experiences. However, one life is not enough, so it is important to live in several bodies in different eras to gain experience. For example, being born once as a poor person, once as a rich person, once as a teacher, once as a doctor, once as a family man, once as a daughter, etc. Not remembering past lives is a natural human experience, allowing us to live our new lives without the burden of a past that can be harsh, such as painful memories like a violent death or traumatic events. These memories remain stored in the subconscious mind and can surface spontaneously or due to triggering stimuli, such as a frightening memory like remember drowning while swimming. Not everyone has past lives; some people are new souls, meaning they have never lived on Earth before, and therefore have no past lives or memories.
Best wishes to you all. Stay blessed and know that you are not alone or lost. I am here and will help you as much as I can. Have a wonderful day. I apologize if I made any mistakes; English is not my native language. I use a translation tool, and it can sometimes make mistakes, so I apologize; I try to be as accurate as possible.
I'm wondering if I should stop being my never go out self - and maybe travel to see the next Total Solar Eclipse, but...
I rarely leave my house - avoid social events - avoid people in person (online is fine) - don't find things like travelling / trying new experiences / socialising my idea of "Fun"
I'm 53 now - and have put this self imposed housebound on myself for quite a few years
I'm more interested in "deep" things - like Astrology / Reincarnation / Tarot / Mysteries etc
Most people seem too "ordinary"
Either I'm a stuck-up individual - who sneers at the general population
Or - have I maybe been on this planet a lot of times - and maybe have experienced a lot of it across various lives?
In short - am I bored of Earth maybe...?
I hate the place - I feel like I belong elsewhere / or maybe want to GO elsewhere - as in another planet or another dimension
Someone on Reddit recently mused I might be a "Starseed" - which I'd never heard of - but sounds like I could be one - someone from a different star system, who's incarnated here to help earth's inhabitants
When i was 18 I regularly saw a girl in a white dress in my room (I always thought this was my deceased sister). A few years later my partner was sleeping in my bed and he saw the same girl in my room (I didn’t tell him about her yet) before this i just started thinking that i was imagining it and that it was just my way of grieving. Should we see a priest?
I normally don’t believe in this kinda stuff but im rea freaked out now
So University of Virginia is looking for American cases and not global cases like Ian Stevenson did was a mistake in my opinion. It might seem that reincarnation in eastern cultures has to do with their belief in reincarnation. But that is not an excuse to not study them. Also the right way to investigate reincarnation is not by assuming it is true, but by assuming it is false, and trying to find the simplest explanation. It is only when you fail to find it, you can truly be taken seriously. You can write a good case report while collaborating with someone famous like Sir Roger Penrose, and Skeptics about your finding of a case in these countries.
American Reincarnation is too vague few statements. Other parts where Stevenson was investigating like Burma had children telling where their previous personality was buried. These are the rich cases that must be studied. But there are problems if you found a simple explanation and published it, it might damage the country's cultural believes, they might find it offensive.
The point is, reincarnation doesn't have to be true to be interesting. Finding an explanation is a challenge to even the skeptical mind because how such an ellaborate phenomenon happen is worthy of studying even from a skeptical view point.
We will never prove paranormal cases by trying to prove they are real, but by doing thorough investigation to prove they are not, and we somehow fail.
So i believe im currently living the same life over. Believe this is the third time around. Not really sure what's going on. Have de ja vu with almost everything starting last month. I've had couple second recollections of potential future events or at least events that happened in my past life. I have certain feelings about future events and how they may occur
I feel i still have free will in some aspects to change certain things vs how they are recalled.
One question was some people who say that they lived the same lives multiple times is that they have a life review and are able to decided if they want to come back and pick their guides and people who are in the new occurrence. In that case the family and people we chose in our life would be npc. In regards to free will this creates a problem. How can you pick who is in your next reincarnation or cycle and those people don't have a choice or say in the matter??? Are they just there to help you grow but they aren't really them? Also how does the cycle and reincarnation factor in?
Okay, I’ve been thinking about this for soooo long, and I need an answer/theories.
If you kept being reincarnated, forever, would consciousness/memory ever be possible. Like, would you ever remember anything? I feel like the best word to describe it is death. There’s nothing, you see nothing, hear nothing, etc.
I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense, I’m bad at wording things 😔