r/pastlives

I had such a detailed, clear experience during past life regression. All the details aligned and I was able to discover the identity of this writer that I'd previously never heard of. While she's not super well known now and her books have long been out of print, there are still some available online on resale markets.

I was able to order them (some for only like $8, which is amazing) and there was one that I splurged on (less than $100 but certainly more than $8) that was signed by her.

It's surreal to think that two weeks ago I had noooo idea about any of this. And now, I'm able to hold that book and see her signature and it just hurts my brain wrapping my mind around all of it...

Anyway, I just wanted to share! I still haven't told anyone in my actual life about any of this.

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 recently did an in-person past life regression, and I was surprised to find that in one of the happiest and most peaceful lives that came through, I was a rock. Specifically, a lava rock.

The person guiding the regression asked me to go back in time to to my first life and I guess she was expecting me to be a human. She started asking about my gender, race, and what I was wearing, and I was like, lady...I'm a rock, we don't have those things.

I could see lava flowing nearby, and there were fire elementals around me. I was friends with them, and there was one in particular who was my best friend and with whom I really enjoyed spending time with. I just lived out my life in that form and was completely happy to simply exist. This life wasn't about achieving anything or accomplishing anything. It was just about being.

Now I feel nostalgic for that life and I miss the elementals. My current life has had lots of emotional complexities lately, and human relationships have so many nuances that can be difficult to navigate. I also had to get 6 fillings at the dentist yesterday and if I was still a rock, that wouldn't have happened.

I really just miss being a rock and hanging out with my fairy friends. And now I'm noticing all the rocks and crystals I have around my house and I'm wondering if they're actually distant cousins. I guess I'll just have to make the best of this human incarnation and hopefully next time I'll get to be something that is less complex when it comes to emotions and dental work.

"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."

I tried a past life regression by myself and if kinda worked? i had to stop at some point because it creeped me out i didnt really get to experience past lives only glimpses but i did go back to soo many traumatizing things from this life and i felt every single emotion i even started crying and my body was all stiff and vibrating it was just awful so i had to stop it
did this happen to anyone else

Hey there, I really don't know if I am posting this in the right subreddit but I wanted to share my fear from my regression therapy that has been eating me alive for the past four-five years.

When I was 14-15 years old and have been struggling a lot with my mental health and nightmares, my mom has discovered a therapist that does mainly past life regression but sometimes combines it into future life regression just for you to see how you'll succeed and if you'll fulfill your life purpose or something. My relatives had positive experiences with this therapist so I thought why not.

The session was very professional and first the therapist sat me down and asked me what has been weightening me down lately and what I would like to dig into alongside the journey to my past life. I mentioned that I have been rather stressed with my portfolio to an art school I wanted to go to and that I was struggling with my dad because of some really unpleasant nightmares about him (won't dig into it so I don't trigger anyone). The main purpose of this session was to go as far into the past as possible to see where and why my developmental dysphasia started and what my main purpose in life is.

After hearing me out I was instructed to lay down and the regression started. To make it as short as possible I will say that I have gotten far into the past to see myself in my mother's womb when she was 6 months pregnant and to see my life purpose is to create. Alongside that we discovered my developmental dysphasia was probably caused by doctors taking me away from my mother as soon as I was born which caused me to have severe anxiety and abandonment issues. During all this my mother was in the room and was confirming the little details I saw and felt.

However later on we tried to see if I would get accepted into my dream art school to which it felt very distant and unclear but I saw myself holding a piece of paper celebrating. That's when things don't get accurate that much or it gets confusing. Years later I didn't get accepted into my dream art school, but not into the degree I wanted and I have gotten refused twice before I finally got there. If we want to dig into details, I also didn't find out I got accepted via letter but through the school calling my mom that there is a free place for me to get, during that call I wasn't even there.

Now, to get to the most nerve wrecking part for me that without any guidance or instructions right after seeing the school thing I saw myself getting hit by a car on the street and then I was absorbed by light. What I felt during that scene, which is hard to explain, was that it happened when I was 20 years old and right before I was about to graduate. I am 19 right now, my birthday is in march and graduation happens next year around may-june. Which means I may die in less than a year due to a car accident around march-june.

I haven't told many people about this, especially not to my family. The only current friend that knows about it told me that it probably doesn't necessarily mean I may die this way but it probably shows how I died in my past life. I would like her to be right, but my anxiety and fear of death and not experiencing my life to the fullest is eating me alive. It just doesn't add up due to the order of how the session went in my opinion and I don't know what to do or how to deal with it. I also am scared to be thinking about it because what if I accidentally manifest it.

I am sorry for dumping this personal struggle to random people in a random subreddit but I just wanted to share this struggle somewhere. I am scared to tell my closest friends so I don't seem insane or manipulative so that they spend more time with me you know. That is why I needed to tell some strangers and hope that someone experienced will tell me I am gonna be fine.

In one session a subject went into another life where she was male and very close with her older brother. They were together when disaster struck at sea.

The brother was injured and slowing them both down. At some point he knowingly let go because he understood she would die too if she kept trying to save him.

She survived. Her brother and father did not.

The strongest thing was not the death itself. It was what she decided afterward.

I failed to save them. I will protect my family.

Higher Self connected that old promise with her present life. She could see people around her making choices that hurt them and something inside became almost obsessive about rescuing them. Even when helping was draining her. Even when the other person did not want to change.

From the present-life perspective it looked like over-responsibility.

From the other-life perspective it made emotional sense. Once, letting go of somebody was followed by unbearable survivor guilt. So now letting go felt like failure.

We released the old program in the session. The lesson was not to become cold or stop caring. It was accepting that other people also make choices and have their own path.

Sometimes “I need to save everybody” may not begin with generosity at all.

It may begin with a moment where you once could not save someone.

This sounds insane, but when I was a child, I remember being deathly afraid of a certain kind of plane, very against modern technology, always interested in black suits and hats, and more. I also called my father the Satmar word for father and my mom the Satmar Hasidic word for mother when I was younger. My mom was raised Jewish adopted by Reform Jews. I remember being 2 and watching a cartoon and it referenced Hanukkah and I instantly felt warm and special memories. I have always loved Eastern European music and scales (My household was culturally Jewish later on, but pretty Christian when I was tiny, growing up and never had it). I always hated songs sung by women (Hasidim Can't Listen To Women Singing), and I always hated certain foods and even began refusing ham or anything pork (eventually excluding bacon when I was young as it was given to me early). I have always had aversions to certain foods like shellfish and lobster even before learning they were treif, and have had odd fears of certain symbols, and even thought s*x was a sin. I used to also say unusual stuff, and was always feeling as if I were set apart from the rest of people. I had a very strong pull to the 80s and 90s, and when I was 11 and homeschooled, obsessed with New York City, and in horror and sadness about September Eleventh. I also used to say phrases only Hasidic Jews know.

I always wanted a black hat when we played dress up excluding pirates, and a black suit (I even liked James Bond when rebellious). I naturally detested images of promiscuous women and had an oddly and intrinsically separatist view for a lot of things and didn't like any shows with violence. Not because they scared me, but I felt they were immodest. My first word may have been yiddish, and I always defaulted to that accent.

When I was in high school, there was a Kiruv group there that basically would make you more Jewish, in a public high school, I was so happy and instantly got into it and got involved again with Hasidic Jews for the first time in this life (if the past life theory is true), and they instantly loved me. Even before then, I was always trying to wear undergarments with Strongs on the side like tzitzit, I always was very careful when I said "Jew," I felt very connected to movies with Jews, and only had crushes on mainly jewish or Asheknazic looking women. Or New Yorkers.

Kyrias Joel, I immediately remembered something about it. Something about the schools and the education material looked like something I was using for an SAT and for elementary work once and it was marvelous. I also always used to make chazzan like sounds before. I picked up Yiddish and Hebrew easily, able to write the letters almost a couple days after starting to look at them. I additionally always felt uncomfortable with my dad's pentecostal Christianity and evangelicalism (though it seems that I love Catholicism). I also used to say stuff that only Satmars believe and had a weird avoidance to Israel yet support (almost like Satmar) when very little. My accent still defaults to Hasidic even before I was irl ex Hasidic.

I sound insane I know.

I am new to this sub. I originally was to post this in a transgender sub but Reddit suggested this forum, and I think it is appropriate.

As an experiment in my college days, I had a past life regression done. Might I add that I was an atheist and had some interest in the metaphysical but was leery of most of it.

I recall being a feminine-slanted young man, a soldier in ancient China, a builder of leantos and huts, and leather shoes. A gay man or asexual person.

After the regression was done, I began spontaneously recalling four more lives, all as women.

Three of them had a chilling pattern: being forbidden from loving their chosen men, either by well meaning parents or by death (I lost my husband in battle in the 1850s as an American Indian in one life, and I killed myself in the 1700s after my nobleman father forbid me to date a handsome commoner). In the 1940s in Switzerland I was a lonely daughter who was prevented from going out to see friends and a man I loved. We lived largely in isolation in a small mountain village. The roof of the house had a unique construction that is specific to towns in the Alps.

The details and emotions were very real to me. I could smell the air, feel the earth beneath my feet, and see places I've never been to and have since verified to some degree.

Now, here's the thing that applies to Reddit.

Regardless of whether past lives actually exist, we know that my brain believes I am transfeminine. I was four women and a femboy.

Based on a great deal of other personal attributes I began transition from male to female in 2025. This remains one of the more interesting memories.

Hello,

I have had a memory since I was young. Honestly im not even sure how it originally came to me but I remembered how I died in my past life.

I remember being underwater, under the ice. Sinking ans looking up losing the will and ability to fight back and slowly sinking. Thats it. I get the impression I was an old bearded man for some reason, but thats all I remember. I asked myself many times if this was a dream or something else but it feels too real for that. It just feels so matter of fact.

Anyways, similar experiences? Advice? Think it might just be bullshit from a young mind? Im in my late 20s now and remember just as I do then. I swear I can see it in my mind. This isnt part of the memory but I feel like i know what its like to breathe water in. Its hard to explain.

I’m told that your birthmarks indicate how you died. I have a birthmark right on the back of my shoulder and another birthmark on my hip. What would this indicate?

Hello, I have always been interested in past lives, and I've been super connected to my past life's. Enter, 1949-1959 I was born in my past life, I haven't found much from my childhood, but I know that I loved playing the saxophone and other instruments. let's skip ahead to 1968, I was in or around 17, when I meet the love of my life, I have never found out her name but she was the most beautiful person I've ever seen, we loved each other we were inseparable, then it skips forward to somewhere in the 1975-1980 range, I had A child, my daughter. She and my wife were one family us against the world. I watched my daughter grow up, we all grew up together, she got married, I walked her down the isle, but I was getting old. I started getting health issues. And then, I think I died from a heart attack, in like 2004. And from what I assume my daughter committed S-word because of me. And my beliefs say that everyone you knew in a past life you will meet again in the next one. And once I got rencarnated, so did my daughter and we met in middle school. And we instantly connected. So, I decided to share my story to show my happiness :)

haiiii lovelies, I have always believed in reincarnation and past lives, it’s something that most all my family believes in tbh, and always had accepted that I had past lives, however as of late I’ve been putting in more insight into it, the other day I had did a past life regression (via a video) and found some things, here are the notable things that I was able to learn in that session.

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I had facial hair and curly brown hair and a scar across my left cheek.

the first thing I had came across was me standing on a boat, a sailing ship, me and some people were watching whales, I have deduced this place to be either Quebec or Newfoundland and Labrador in Canada.

I saw various short glimpses of various animals and me reading about them

the next significant thing was me riding on a train, i was with a dog, I had a rifle in my seat, and was holding a leather bag of sorts with some papers in it, the year was 1914 though I couldn’t figure out the month or day, though based off the weather I would say spring or summer.

the next significant event was me standing in a trench, with a CEF regiment, we were all speaking French, a language which I currently understand very little, but I understood it all in my past life regression, it seemed to be roughly a year based off of notes after the train ride

Artillery began to shell the two trenches in front of us and we began to fall back to the rear areas, I had stopped at a shack of sorts that had a desk in it, two or three armored vehicles had passed me by and the artillery became more violent, the ground became soft like sand and a wooden beam fell from the shed and I presume had killed me.

I think the place I may have died was Artois though currently not sure, if anyone can help it would be greatly appreciated or just to point me in the right direction.

Se dice que en ocasiones la persona que te contesta no es el ser humano que ya no está en este plano es algo más obscuro demoníaco