Has any one thought of this yet? If reincarnation is true, then you can technically leave inheritance to your self in another life. Like bury some gold in some place only you know where it is. Then in another life come back and dig it up?
Apologies for the long text. I truly have no one else to ask or talk to about these matters.
I am a 38-year-old woman and I have been an atheist for as long as I can remember. Due to my profession (I am a doctor) and my medical specialty, I encounter the death of 2 to 3 adult patients a week. Until the passing of my grandfather—one of my favorite people—12 years ago, I never had any doubts regarding either the afterlife or the belief in God. He reached out to me through a dream, which enabled me to fix an issue regarding a mix-up with his grave (it's a long story). I brushed it off at the time thinking "we are made of energy, and energy cannot be destroyed," but spiritually, this was the first thing that opened a door for me.
Over the last 3-4 months, I started getting interested in spiritual topics. Most recently, a few days ago, I stumbled upon a regression video on YouTube (around 40 minutes long). Deep down, I didn't really believe in it, but I was curious and decided to try it.
First of all, I should mention that the dominant religion of the country where I was born and raised is not Judaism. But weirdly I called my grandma ‘bubby’ since I was a baby. Although I have a few Jewish friends, I have no personal connection or background knowledge, yet I've always felt drawn to it. I tried to understand their language, liked their culture, and could never quite explain this curiosity.
When I tried following this video, after a while, I went to a place I had never seen or known in my life. I saw a manhole cover beneath my feet and the asymmetrical iron frame on it. I saw the unevenness of the cobblestones/pavement stones, and I looked at the buildings. Technical details like the number of floors, the ratio of wooden materials, etc., stayed in my mind. In front of me was a girl around 10 years old; she wasn't my child, but I felt that bored, obligated sense of responsibility as I waited for someone with her. I remember the heavy brown boots on my feet and my long ruffled skirt. The girl was also wearing a dress with a long ruffled skirt. Then suddenly I snapped out of it and returned to my own life. I couldn't go any further and somehow woke up (though I wasn't actually asleep).
When I put all the details together, I researched online and found that it corresponded to a era after 1910. With the help of AI, I saw that it could be a Jewish neighborhood. While examining Prague and Vienna one by one, I was shocked by one of the old postcard photos I found. I am almost 99% sure it was Judenplatz, where the Jewish Museum currently stands.
My question to you is: why couldn't I proceed further, given that I want to see more? Is there a YouTube account or content you could recommend to me? I ask myself if I was just imagining it, but every detail and the feelings I experienced during that moment are so vivid in my mind that I am now certain it was a real memory.
I remember i used to be a human during the Ice Age. I died in a cave while cooking meat over a fire. My body was covered in hair, and I died from the cold while a winter storm was raging outside. I could also blink twice, like a reptile, but the two blinks happened alternately as part of a single blink.
I also think I used to be a soldier. I don't know who I was, but I had a lover. I was wearing a German military uniform, and I died after being shot in the thigh, face, and hand. The sky was extremely foggy at the time.
I don't remember all the details about these supposed past lives, but the memories I do have are very vivid. I had these images of my life during the Ice Age before I even knew about Ötzi the Iceman. I only recently Googled “cave man that died in cave in Ice Age” and came across him.
I also remember these two supposed past lives at different times, rather than all at once.
28 female from England born and raised, mothers from Malta.
So long story short I have always been drawn towards France. I love the country and I love the people. Any holiday I’ve been on I’ve always ended up meeting French people, and some have become friends.
I can speak French to an extent and Very knowledgeable about there culture. This isn’t something I practiced but it always just came into view of my life in things did.
I have this very strong feeling I don’t know what it is that my soulmate is a French man. I don’t know who or where in the world he is but I believe he is French..
when I was in Spain I was on the train and there was à man we was both eyeing eachother but never spoke, I could hear his accent, he was French. I’ve never stopped thinking about him..
I met this man at the bar he was also French we had an instant connection but I was so busy with work I never even went on a date I just went silent..
might sound weird but the body, mind, soul never lies…
Any experiences of this?
For over a month I was experiencing severe muscle pain in my left leg, to the point that it was hard for me to stand for longer than a few minutes.
So I investigated what was going on in every way that I can and know that works for me as a tool to heal: shrooms, lsd, 5-meo-dmt, TRE, IFS. each brought me in contact with the underlying emotions of this pain and each brought me part of the puzzle that is this past life as a samurai.
I have memories of many, many past lives, but this one stands out. And healing this life, also healed the pain in my leg.
So here it goes, what happened in that life that was so impactful? Many moments.
3 years old
I was born into a samurai family as the son of the concubine of a samurai. As there was no other son, I was "promoted" to be the heir.
This meant that from the age of only 3 years old I was training on a daily basis. And I revolted. Being taken away from my mother and because I just wanted to play and be happy. I loved her so much, she was a partner of mine in another life, so I was just plain jealous of my father, and wanted to be with her.
So in anger I broke my left foot while training, kicking hard in the wrong way on purpose, just to be with my mother.
As not having an heir would have very big reputation damage and all land being returned to the daiymyo when my father had to step down, this was unacceptable for my father.
In such a way that he took the strongest measure possible: he slit the throat of my mother, his concubine, in front of my eyes and warned me I would be next if i did not start training.
I was overwhelmed and flushed away by emotions, intense anger, fear, grief, jealousy and endless love for my mother, all at the same moment.
Like the ground underneath me being flushed away by water, me just hanging onto some tree roots which were old memories of me and my mother.
And I complied, I buckled and trained every day till I was 10. But with this strong resistance and anger in me.
10 years old
When I was 10, things changed. From that moment on I got my steel katana, became a member of the clan and pledged my loyalty to the samourai clan and daiymyo and lived by the bushido code.
Missteps would cause me to be expelled or killed or have to commit sepuku for saving my honor. The bushido code was all about living honorable.
One of the laws is to protect the weak. Even though my life started with a crime that did the opposite: the killing of mother to "save" the family honor.
Life as a samurai is like living in a pressure cooker. Self constraint, honor, pledges, always alert, living by the sword, endless training.
20 years old
When I was 20 I took my fathers place. I became the guard of the Y crossroad that my father had guarded for the clan and I had the resources of the 3 farms that were around that crossroad. So a good mid position in the clan. More pressure as to not let down the clan. No way out, the harness of the samourai and being born into it, no escape.
I loved the bushido code, but not the not being free.
33 years old
Another dramatic turn: betrayal.
As i had the resources of the 3 farms I could afford my self to have a concubine, next to being married.
While I was making love with my concubine, I was attacked from 3 sides in my house by 3 samourai dressed in black, to not be recognized. Stabbed in the back from the left side and then my head was cut off by the attacker from the front.
My concubine was in shock. Earlier she was forced to tell when we would be making love. They had kidnapped her sister and told her that I would only be taken prisoner, not killed, so she rold when that would be. Betrayal by someone I loved deeply.
My head was presented as a token of loyalty by my daiymyo to a rivaling bigger clan. He hoped to stay in power by sacrificing one of his most loyal samourai.
That is a total betrayal of the bushido code and a very dis-honerable way of dying for a samourai, me.
While processing, it took me days and days to get passed the deep sad feeling of betrayal.
The sacrefice backfired totally. My head was shown to the rest of my clan by the rivalling daiymyo, showing the betrayal by my master with these words: If he does this to one of his most loyal clan member, what is your worth to him? That disintegrated the whole clan and he lost his power, losing all the land he had power over.
End of life -------------
This took me weeks of processing, healing and learning about this life and how a life as a samurai is like living in a pressure cooker.
Skills, beliefs and traumas from past lives do leak through into this current life and apparently this was the time for me to heal all this.
The pain in my leg, was from resisting, the tension build up from the left leg being the leg that is standing behind, when in a fighting position.
Keeping my leg stiff, no retreat, resist. And that was how I lived that life: no compromise, determination, strength, holding position, honorable. Even tough it started and ended with betrayal.
I have a question about what I feel when I visit a specific town. I don't even know how to word this, but I am going to do my best. When I visit my boyfriend, who lives in a super small town (with no connection to me at all) I get this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia (?). A deep yearning, even. I don't necessarily think I get this feeling because of my boyfriend, it's more drawn to the town. I don't understand how to phrase it, but it feels like I've been there a million times. I have never visited this town at all, and it has no memorable landmarks or any historical significance. When I leave, I obviously miss my boyfriend, but I almost miss the town just as much. It feels like I'm almost supposed to be there. I get almost the same feeling as Deja Vu, like I know how the town is laid out but I've only visited 3 times. I feel like this is deeper than just my boyfriend. When
In my astrocartography chart, my Uranus line (sorry, I don't know how to phrase it) goes right through this town. I don't even know if it has any significance to this at all. I don't really understand if that has any significance for my relationship or anything at all; I just thought it needed to be added. I can't shake this feeling at all, and I just want to know what it means. Has anyone ever had an experience like this? Or know the term for what I'm feeling? I'm not sure if this is the right subreddit, but it feels more spiritual than anything else.
Edit: If this is not the right subreddit, please direct me to the correct one!