r/pastlives

Given the exponential population growth over the last century (and current highest historical population), how is it possible eveyone currently here has had multiple lives. It seems the premise for multiple lives would have its roots in there being a finite number of these souls cycling back and forth. With this theory, a solid explanation for population growth could stem from greater longevity (while reincarnates continue to rebirth). But stats also show a bigger piece is of population growth is the birth rate increase, too - not is staying at a status quo. How can there be more births than souls cycling back. Not at all trying to be an asshole; Iam having trouble making the math math. Very intringuing and compelling theory.

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I need your opinion if you are A type like me and have felt like the universe has pushed you back because you're supposedly meant to "sit quiet" and "accept less". Am I alone? Personally, I'm a believer in astrology as my chart resonates but what doesn't is this "life lesson" crap that feels like every opportunity I work for gets ripped from me whether I like it or not, due to discrimination for my autism. Moreover, I've found myself in a dilemma over what is even my purpose if the universe tells me "no" to living loud or doing advocacy or mental health assistance. Like, I'm supposed to go against what feels right in my bones?

Call me crazy, but I'm starting to believe in using blunt force with the universe, telling them it's BS and I wanna live on my own terms and no longer get carrot-dangled as I work my *ss off, almost reach my goal just to hear "nevermind, it's not meant to be".

My last few incarnations I couldn't sit still to save my life, I get it, but F*** what my "higher self" or "God" decides for me. It's my damn life, I'm living it. My aspirations aren't selfish either. They're to due with basic safety and to help others but apparently being "too stressed" and "too helpful" is a karmic lesson?

I don't think so. Anyone ever broke this barrier or called BS and lived their own lives their way?

few days ago I did Healing Soul Journey for a colleague of my sister that she works with.

she had anxiety, panic attacks, not sleeping properly - you know this kind of tired where person still smiles, still works, still answers messages, but you can feel the nervous system is chewing glass inside.

She asked me if we can look deeper. So we did. Through Zoom - she was in her bed - I assisted her to go into deep trance theta brainwave state where she could remember everything and her higher self guided her.

At one point her Higher Self took her to ancient Egypt.

she was shown as Akmana, around 30, priestess, linen clothes, dark hair, walking through stone market street. Some people were smiling at her and wanted to touch her, like they felt healing around her. Some people moved away, afraid, because she could read energy too clearly.

Not “mind reading” like movie. More like she could feel truth under people’s masks.

Then this black cloud came through the market.

It moved low, between feet, under doors, into cracks in stone. It was sucking energy from people. Nobody was screaming, nothing Hollywood. More creepy because it was quiet. Like life force being drained and ppl not understanding why they suddenly feel weak, heavy, scared.

And Akmana knew it was coming.

This part stayed with me because she did not attack it. No sword, no fight, no dramatic battle.

She opened to Source.

Light came through crown, into heart, then out from her right hand. The cloud could not handle it. It started breaking apart, like smoke in sun, and went back to its own dimension.

Her Higher Self said the simple thing:

Darkness cannot tolerate direct light. You don’t fight it. You shine.

And I keep thinking how much this applies to anxiety.

Because panic makes us fight everything.

Fight thoughts, symptoms, body, night, sleep, fear of fear etc.

And sometimes this fighting is exactly what keeps system activated. The human mind becomes like guard at temple gate, watching for danger all night. Of course body cannot sleep then. It thinks it is still protecting something.

In the session, Higher Self removed the root layers of anxiety and panic attacks it showed. Part was from this life, part was connected to this Egyptian life and the old duty of sensing darkness before it arrived.

That made so much sense. Some people are not “too sensitive.” They are sensitive without enough safety and recharge.

Later she was shown a small stone building outside the city, on energy portal. Energy was buzzing from the ground, fast and nourishing. Akmana used to go there to recharge.

This was another teaching:

Even priestess needed to recharge.

You can be spiritual, helpful, intuitive, loving, whatever. But if you treat body like rented donkey and never let it rest, the system will collapse sooner or later.

Neglect is not devotion.

Then she saw herself at the beginning of Earth, when there was mostly water. She was like tiny speck of light above the water, planting seed of energy that later became human form.

That part was beautiful. Very quiet.

Message was basically:

You are light first. Body is vessel. Human life is not punishment, it is experience.

I’m sharing because many ppl with anxiety think they are broken or weak. But sometimes anxiety is not weakness. Sometimes it is old alert system, old sensitivity, old memory, old duty still running in the body.

She slept eight hours that night, first time in months and her panic attacks vanished as per my sister's feedback few weeks later, she tapered off the meds with approval of her doctor

so the answer is not always more fighting.

Sometimes answer is:

bring light,

recharge properly,

stop guarding old doors,

and let Higher Self show what the fear is really protecting.

there is a small meditation from this session in comments, if someone want to try.

You Are Everyone: You are every historical figure, every stranger you pass, and every person who will ever live. .

Most people here probably know about Dolores Cannon, and how she said suicide is bad (basically the worst thing you can do, like worse than Hitler-awful) because you break a contract.

But let's say you are old, maybe in your 80s, diagnosed with dementia, glioblastoma..

And everyone you started your life with is already gone/dead. That would mean you have soul contracts with people you meet later in life, not just the people (maybe soul group) you started with. That would conclude that THE WHOLE LIFE is planned out exactly.

So that would mean that the other side can see our whole life exactly! So they would see which soul chooses suicide. They could already make changes accordingly if it were such a big issue. To me, the whole thing is a bit like "yeah, God knows everything and ofc he knew Adam and Eve would eat the apple, but this all-knowing being is now crazy mad anyway").

I just think, whatever you do, you can't go wrong.

Since I was about 4 years old I have had a strong love of Egypt. I wanted to know everything about it, and it was always my dream to visit it. When I was about six I even started teaching myself some hieroglyphics. When I was 10 I got to visit, and had such an amazing time. I felt very connected to the Hatshepsut Temple. Over recent years I have stopped being so connected to Egypt, but recently I have been really interested in past lives, but I’m still not 100% sure that I believe in them. I have one semi-vivid image of an empty huge stone room with a large pool of water in the middle(this could just be something I saw in a movie.) I was looking at pictures of Egypt online hoping that it might activate some memories, I didn’t find any, but that night I had a dream about an old gold ring with several hieroglyphics on it. Do you think that I could have had a past life in Egypt? If so, is there any way that I could remember it?

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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.

Hey everyone, I need to share a recurring dream world that has been happening to me because I can't really talk about it with anyone in my daily life, but it’s becoming too intense to ignore.

​In my waking life, I live on a street in New Delhi that is usually crowded, loud, and bustling. But in my dreams, this exact place where I live is completely transformed. The atmosphere is totally different from our normal reality. There are no day and night cycles or regular seasons. Instead, the sky is permanently covered in dark, heavy clouds...there isn't a single patch of white sky or direct sunshine. To most people, this would look gloomy or depressing, but for me, it doesn't feel sad at all. It feels profoundly calm, relaxing, and safe. I feel completely at peace there.

​Because of the permanent darkness in this dream, vintage streetlamps are always on. They look old-fashioned, like little boxes with house-like roofs over the bulbs, glowing with a warm yellow light. It’s not actively raining, but there are patches of water accumulated on the roads, the way it looks after a heavy downpour, and the yellow light reflects beautifully on these still water patches. There are absolutely no people out on the street; it is entirely calm, empty, and still.

​However, there is just one specific person I see. He wears a suit, a hat, and dark sunglasses over his eyes. He doesn't seem like an enemy; he feels more like a protector. In one of the dreams, he handed me a train ticket but it didn't look like a standard train ticket here in India. It looked exactly like a bus ticket, but it had a train seat number printed on it. He gave it to me and urgently asked me to run and board the train.

​On this same street, there is a small staircase that goes up and opens into a massive, stretched-out hall that is a huge library. Inside, there are incredibly ancient books kept in steel cupboards with glass showcase doors, along with huge tables and chairs where you can sit and study. There is only one solitary librarian there wearing a skirt.

​I feel a deep, intense familiarity and yearning for this whole world, like I just want to be there because reality doesn't work with that kind of absolute quietness. When I think about it deeply, it gives me massive goosebumps, like my spirit is recognizing something very old.

​I don't know what is happening or how the empty street, the protector with the ticket, the old library are all intertwined, but the spiritual resonance is so loud it's giving me physical reactions.

Has anyone else ever experienced a dream world or a protector guide like this? What does this kind of heavy spiritual symbolism and deep internal peace mean?

In my last life, I was a weak naive young man. When men of my area were ordered to fight in the war, i didn't want to fight, but, I didn't raise my concern against the authority and didn't refuse to fight. I wasn't even trained properly. Left with no other choice, I went to the war, a weak untrained man, who didn't know how to even hold the sword properly and was immediately slayed to death with zero kills. What a pathetic way to die.

Now, come to this life and i'm again in a position where I'm being ordered to do a job (instead of fighting in a war) by an authority figure and I reluctantly didn't refuse the job. And I'm incompetent for the job in this life as well. History is repeating itself except I won't die in a war this time

My bf’s son has always been terrified of police thinking they were there to kill him. He told me on several occasions that on his 27th birthday he was shot in the face by police. That he had been telling on his friends to them so he wouldn’t get in trouble, and on his birthday they put a gun in his face. He told them it was his birthday, and they told him he wouldn’t live to see another birthday. He recounted this several times with the same main story, but sometimes with additional details. At a local fair when he was 4yrs old confronted a police officer, and told him, you can’t get me again! He was scared the officers were going to shoot him and our dogs. He was inconsolable. I recorded him talking about it a few times, but at some point when he was a few months shy of 6 he stopped remembering. He said he lived in a big apple, and the police were bad guys. His story of not seeing another birthday and being shot in the face remained the same throughout all of his stories. Basically he was a snitch, and threatened to expose the bad cops so they offed him.

Can someone explain to me what the hell my soul was supposedly thinking to incarnate here with 150 mental and physical health issues and a debilitating fatigue that makes my life mediocre and miserable ?? I’m bedrotting, doing nothing of my days, I feel numb and depressed, my life is objectively not worth living and it won’t get better. What is the point ?

I failed in every single aspect of life, I’m 23M and have had no friends, no romantic relationship, failed at school and at finding a job because of my ADHD and brain issues in general. Like, am i allowed to self delete ? Or will i get sent to hell or not be allowed to be back Home by the lords of karma / spirit guides ?

When I was 18, I had a life altering acid trip that almost killed me and put me into the hospital with my terrified parents by my side. Please go into reading this knowing that I am not at all suggesting any of what happened as fact or the truth, just telling my experience. I didn't believe any of it to be anything beyond a hallucination created from the darkest depths of my mind, and I see it as a largely symbolic experience to this day.

Im not going to go into all of the details lol, but despite previous (and occasionally ongoing) positive experiences with mushrooms, LSD hit me differently and the experience was beyond what I ever could’ve fathomed my brain to produce. It was a complete ego death that 18-year old baby me was in ZERO way prepared for, it was honestly traumatic and terrifying and also deeply moving/spiritual.

One part of my trip showed me my past life, where I was a child victim of kidnapping/murder. The case became somewhat well known because of a law that passed from it, and I will say that I knew of the case before the trip (really I just knew OF the case and very few of the details). During my trip, I “became her” in one of her final moments. I had a “guide” that told me this was my most recent past life, it told me her full name, and I was ”told” she had died a month before “I“ was born. I experienced the moment she was kidnapped, I heard people yelling her name and knew it was the people searching for her, I knew they’d never find her. I felt the utter fear she felt as she was being kidnapped, while the cries for her name turned to the wail of her mother, who’s face I saw clearly (at this point my actual parents still had no idea I was on acid and weren’t with me, I was at a friends apartment). I felt her tell me that we were the same soul, I was the next reincarnation and that she lived on through me, as all our previous lives before her.

The experience ended there, and I was then told by the ”guide” that we all reincarnated, everyone had experienced a different number of past lives, some souls were newer than others and I could then ”see” the numbers on the actual people physically around me, how many times they’d reincarnated. The numbers ranged widely but most were mostly in the 100,000s, I was explained that many of these lives were less than a day in length (stillborns, presumably). That each of these souls was on its journey towards enlightenment, to becoming one again. Honestly it was a pretty classic spiritual experience in most ways with the added layer of seeing my most recent past life.

Anyway, I could go on but I will leave it at that. Now while I had heard of this case I didn’t know her last name, what her mom looked like, definitely not that she had died right before I was born, but it was all true. She died a month and 6 days before I was born, her mom looked just as she did during my trip, and the last name was accurate (This one is the most likely to have just been information stored in my subconscious).

But it was all so clear and it felt so real. When I read her story and all of the details fit, it sent deep chills through my body and I had to stop. It was months later I found a picture of her mom and I experienced a profound and primitive doom feeling that made tears silently pour from my eyes, I can’t even explain it.

Since this trip years ago (I don’t want to give away any info that could lead to her identity being revealed), I have had several pretty intense spiritual moments that have led me to being more open minded towards what I experienced on my acid trip. I just always assumed that because I was on drugs, it was nothing more than a drug induced psychosis without a spiritual element. But I don’t believe that anymore, and while I’m not saying I was 1000% her in my last life, I think it’s possible.

My 1st memory as a child I was still in my crib as a baby. A 7’ tall man completely white with long white hair, beard and white furry clothes, and black eyes was standing by my closet door. I was sleeping in my crib, he picked me up and started biting my torso, ripping my limbs off. I could feel the pain, and terror. I could smell something indescribably bad. I died a horrible death and woke up in this body I have now. I was screaming terrified when my mom came in to comfort me, I remember it so vividly. I had that dream all the time until I was 14 yrs old. I talked about it with several people, did sage and cleansing, but the nightmares continued. I would see him standing there by my closet door, staring at me maliciously. 1 day I decided to get the Necronomicon book. It was highly talked about in the 1980’s, and I was a witchy gothish kid so I bought it, and other witchy books. I read a lot in those books, finally I saw a spell that was designed to invite protective spirits to follow and protect you, and another to force an entity to leave you alone. I said the words, not sure if I was pronouncing them correctly. After doing the spell to protect myself, and another to rid myself of this demon the dreams finally ended. I remember the dreams, and that figure, but I’ve never physically seen that entity again nor had that nightmare as if I was reliving it.

Hello, everyone!

I would like to seek some guidance from a Spiritist perspective on something I’ve been experiencing.

Recently, I started researching the life of a 1970s singer whom I had never been interested in before. As I dove deeper into his history, I found myself deeply connected. Upon learning the details of his passing (discarnation), I was overcome by an intense, deep sadness that lasted for days, as if I were personally grieving him.

I find myself thinking about him often and searching for more information. My question is: from a Spiritist standpoint, could this kind of magnetism and deep emotion indicate a past-life connection or a current spiritual alignment/influence? Or is it more likely a process of strong psychological empathy and emotional attachment?

Peace to all, and thank you in advance to anyone who can help clarify this.

I was talking to my colleagues at work. They are quite spiritual people.

Past lives and spiritual attachments was the topic.

I asked what she thought of my phobia of Moths (feeling somewhat skeptical).

She described me dying locked in a dark musty room full of moths.

As much as my head was not connecting to her words I felt so sad when she described the scene. We talked for a moment. I was trying to imagine where I might have been locked in a room. She said a big building was like a castle. Sadness again. Not familiar but strong emotions.

Im going to try and explore some of this tonight but not sure where to start. Probably light candles and cleanse my house then mediate on it....

I havent seriously thought about past lives since I was a kid. I never doubted it then. I still believe but I'm more skeptical. But I can't deny the emotions that come up here.

Idk just posting cuz its on my mind.