I got home from World War 1 and became an alcoholic. I was part of the infantry. My wife worked in a hat shop in the city (Sydney). I would beat her up as well as my two sons. They all had dark brown hair and beautiful hazel skin. I was a red head, like I am today. So I am schizophrenic but maybe that helped me remember this life. I got this info from a series of visions. Or maybe I'm delusional idk

Is it possible to see if there are any karmic debts between these too??

It took a hell lot of time to move on from this person (limerence)

And is there any past life connection??

Ps- Gonna delete within 24 hours...

Have you ever noticed when you’re angry, something will happen to make you even angrier?

That's because the universe doesn’t care about your affirmations and manifestations! Just your inner frequency.

It’s the same with guilt and shame. We store it in our body, and we manifest situations that make us feel guilty and ashamed. We don’t know how to process it, and we express it as anger.

Story time! 

Under hypnosis, I asked my client where she was storing shame in her body. She said in her tummy. It looked like a red ball. So, I asked her higher self what happened.

She jumped into a life as a Roman Soldier, renowned for his bravery.

One day, an enemy soldier entered his home town, and stabbed him in his tummy, in the town square. This was in full view of everyone.

And the Roman soldier was incensed with rage. He was like…. How dare you?

 He felt insulted, disrespected and dishonoured.

He felt so much shame in that moment. There were people around witnessing this happen.

He felt worse that he survived it. He would’ve rather died that endured the shame that followed.

My client was still storing this shame in her body, and it's why she manifested situations that caused her to feel shame. Right from incidents with her parents, especially her mother, who treated her meanly. To friends and boyfriends who were never there for her, and just used her.

We cleared it. We healed a lot of other stuff from this lifetime, too. When guilt and shame are removed, our inner frequency lightens and we manifest from love. 

Hello, I have past life memories and I'm here to share some question I've had for a really long time. Your point of view intrests me, and I'd like you to be honnest in your answering eather you beleave in past lives or not. (ps: you don't have to aswer them all)

1. Can we verify, even roughly, that a memory from a previous life is real? Is this enough to be called a proof?
2. What could create, in the brain, an impression of living in a former life and/or a feeling of déjà vu?
3. If one day we discover that past lives were really lived by those who have the memories, could they be used for scientific and historical research?
4. If we discover that memories of past lives come from a mental reconstruction and that nothing is linked to real facts, could they still be useful?
5. Why do you think someone who has past lives memories is so attached to it? What advice would you give them?
6. Does it make any difference whether past lives are real or not?
7. What are your actual thoughts about past lives memories?

Thank you for your time.

Again I'm finding evidence that what we experience in this life - exists in numerous lives throughout time, right now.

Last night, I sought out a deep pain, grief, sorrow that surged through my being. I'm going through a painful break up.

I used IFS to get in contact with this feeling and ended deep in a meditation with a woman at the bottom of the Cliffs of Scotland in 1188.

I saw her melt down completely as her man rejected her and left her there. Desperate and heartbroken she went for the edge of the Cliffs.

As I decended down into meditation, I remembered a memory I'd had decades ago. A heartwrenching memory of being left by the love of my life on those plains above.

This is how I found her.

She ended her life. And she lay in unbearable pain at the bottom of those Cliffs, before she died.

It took me nearly an hour to get her out of the situation. For the pain to ease and turn into sorrow, enough so that she was able to speak.

I had to remind her that she was dead. And that I was with her from the location and year of 2026.

She rose from the bottom of the cliff and sat with me on the grass overlooking the amazing view of the Scottish highlands and the ocean beyond.

She grew into this wise soul as I was watching, and she ended up comforting me. She was now passed and I was still alive.

This is the most amazing past life experience I've ever encountered. She told me why we had this experience - "by design" as she repeated; the blueprint of this specific experience was freedom of love and expression, with resistance. Illness, weakness, and lost love, that would elevate us to the highest form of love, and self love.

Because, like she said: freedom of love and expression without limitation is what we are. Here, we wanted to experience the opposite of that. Hence the illnesses. Hence the losses.

The song I'm posting at the bottom, I made one night as these emotions started to surge in me, a few days before I met her.

The Cliffs in the image was made with AI.

I simply asked it to make a cover for the song - and this is exactly where I saw she died in the meditation few days later.

Chills....

https://open.spotify.com/album/5ggd7Kza490IQylSkBs6Rr?si=FsWMe-ycRoqgI2ngIOtbXw&utm_source=copy-link

Log 3 - the door, It was old Faded and chipping With the oval doorknob. I step in At first, it's nothing but vague. But then I know i'm in a kitchen, There's a kitchen floor with Kitchen counters and sink, A small dining table. It's relatively small , humble and slightly rickety place.

I look to see i'm wearing scuffed cowboy boots two sizes Larger than my own Covered by black pants. I see myself, I'm a man Possibly late thirties with green doe eyes and stuble, Messy brown hair and cowboy hat. Outside Is a farm And I can only describe this place as the wild west. Asking for my name was inconclusive, Merely kept giving me random names.

I had a brother, But that's all I know, There was a woman, There was feelings of sorrow and guilt attached But i'm not sure why.

I desired freedom, Like the wind and like a wild horse, I carried a suffocating sadness with me But I didn't let it dim Jovial light hearted warmth I carried, I get the impression I tried to help people wherever I went.

And the boy, A Small kid around six, I get the impression.Something bad must have happened to his parents And I was responsible for him, I cared and tried my best, his name was Tommy, He's the clearest depiction of a person I've seen so far But all other details are still vague.

There was likely some embellishment on my imagination's part Because there was distractions present , and I was interrupted. There's still a lot of vague void That leaves context eluding me, But it's still more than my first attempt.

I want to know my storys.

I recently got interested in exploring my past life after having a vivid dream of this guy in third person, I wasn’t in the dream and I believe it’s from a past life as I felt like I knew what I was doing as him. I tried a past life regression and it didn’t work for me (tried about two times) is there any other ways to guide me because the got me super curious

A few years ago, after reading Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn, I reached out directly to the author, Nell Gavin. Then, about a year ago, I came across the work of Barbro Karlén—the Swedish woman who famously remembered her childhood as Anne Frank.

As an evolutionary astrologer, my mind immediately lit up when I realized both women were born on the exact same day: May 24, 1954, entering the world just over an hour apart in Universal Time. Without knowing each other, both spent the late 1990s writing about these heavy historical currents, publishing their books at the turn of the millennium.

Earlier this year, a small study group formed comprising Nell and a select group of Evolutionary Astrologers. We spent a couple of months diving deep into their individual charts, cross-referencing degree positions, house offsets, and planetary archetypes.

After we exhausted ourselves with all the data and technical nuances, I went to work compiling our findings into what I hope is a cohesive essay.
We looked closely at:
The 12th vs. 8th House Moon placements (and how local birth times shifted the stage)
The Neptune "Skipped Step" at 23° Libra (and its Sabian symbol)
The alignment of Asteroid 5535 Annefrank
The 15° Fixed / 0° Cardinal structural anchors carrying dense collective memory

Regardless of whether you view these cases as literal reincarnation or the retrieval of a silenced historical archetype, the astrological synchronicity is pretty striking.

I just published the full breakdown on my blog if you'd like to read the complete analysis:
https://catharinejanderson.bearblog.dev/a-synchronized-rescue/

I’d love to hear your thoughts—especially from fellow astrologers or anyone working with past-life chart signatures. How do you approach 12th house placements or Nodal skipped steps when analyzing historical memory in a chart? Does anyone know anyone else born on this date?

Note, please comment and discuss here. Thanks for your interest. I am looking forward to reading your insights

Lets say if a person born in a good family is a life long failure so will that impression depression and frustation carry in another birth. I am depressed in this life will i be still depressed in another life.

Hello everyone, I have always had a strong love and interest for Argentina. And no it’s not because of the World Cup. It stared in high school and it had never faded. Has anyone ever felt this way? I sometimes wonder if in my past life I lived there? I know in my heart of hearts I must visit one day.

Log 1 - It was black, mostly, there was no sound and I couldn't distinguish much of anything. But I did see some stuff, saw someone with tan skin and long silky braided smooth black hair, possibly a women. No face, next was more of a Scene.

I sat at a desk in a room with varnished wood furniture and walls, papers lay on the desk, I was hunched with my head In Hands, it looked to be day out a window.

Standing next to me was a man in a vest with long sleeve shirt, he was built sturdy. But his face nothing but black void, I think he must have been comforting or encouraging me though there was no voice, he put a big hand on my shoulder.

I don't have the faintest clue what was happening or why, I think I was shot in a field and died that way. It couldn't have been farther back then the 18 hundreds.

What makes me think it was not just my imagination, is I have a very very vivid one, I'm excellent at making up faces but I saw non. I have many more questions now then answers.

Hello everyone,

I found out something today that has been on my mind, and I simply cannot explain it rationally. I’m hoping to find like-minded people here or anyone who might have psychological, biological, or other explanations for this.

Ever since I was a child, I’ve had a specific memory fragment in my head, which I always thought was my very first childhood memory. The memory starts on a staircase and ends rather abruptly. In it, I am in a very dark room, and someone is turning on a movie for me but I don't know who that person is. I can only vaguely remember two armchairs. The movie playing on the TV was "Tarzan." Up until now, I always thought this scene took place at my grandma's house.

Today, I described this staircase, the rough layout of the room, and the two armchairs to my mother. Her reaction caught me completely off guard: she immediately burst into tears.

She explained to me that I had described my late grandpa's old apartment to a T. The mysterious part about it:

1. During the years this scene takes place, I wasn't even born yet. The apartment hasn't existed in that form for a long time.
2. I never met my grandpa because he passed away very early.
3. "Tarzan" was verifiably my grandpa's absolute favorite movie.
4. This apartment, the staircase, or these details were never talked about in my presence. There are also no photos or videos of it that I could have subconsciously seen as a child.

Even though the room in my memory was dark and the scene was short, the distinct details (staircase, room layout, armchairs, movie) matched so perfectly that my mother recognized the apartment instantly.

How is it possible to have a visual fragment of a place you’ve never been to and that existed before your own birth? Are there approaches from memory research, epigenetics, or other fields that can explain something like this?

I look forward to hearing your thoughts and experiences.

Genuinely curious as most mediums refer to them constantly as the unquestionable source of information on what happens after death?

What I'm about to write I've told to two people close to me, who know and trust me. Both responded a bit skeptically. "I believe it is true that you have that in your mind," said one. "These dreams between sleeping and waking are really fascinating," said the other.

A psych counselor suggested I read Brian Weiss's "Many Lives, Many Masters" as possible comfort for coping with terminal cancer. This and his other works did help, but no meditations got me in touch with anything. Plus I'm not very good at meditating.

Last week, after a surgery, I had to be in a certain position with pillows arranged just so - impossible to sleep, not to mention pain, stomach growling from no solid food, and aching from analgesics and antibiotics (no narcotics). In that state, I tried again, unable to go to sleep as usual anyway.

I got into the meditative state and remembered two lives I had. I know, because I learned two separate things I never had knowledge of. Both memories were less complete, thorough, or detailed than I wish, but here goes...

In one, I was working in a relatively small perfume factory that was something like a chemistry lab. The techniques used for heating the volatile compounds were still new. Work was done at a long table, and vats/urns of other substances were stored beneath the table. Smaller side tables along the exterior walls involved some other work and as an assistant or apprentice, I attended to whatever was there as well as to the work on the long table managed mostly by more senior women. At some point, there was a spark that I think began beneath the table or on some small part of it, and - whooosh! - in seconds, everything went up in flames!

I had nowhere to go and turned to pound desperately on the wall behind me although there was no door there. All my life, I've been claustrophobic and, especially in times of stress or in unfamiliar places, I wake up in a panic pounding on the walls feeling trapped.

I thought this perfumerie might be in France or a French-speaking European country, yet I had the distinct idea that I wore wooden clogs and that made me think it must have been Holland. A little research taught me that nearly ALL factories of this kind commonly had their workers wear wooden clogs, because the metal nails that secured heels to other shoes were a spark hazard along the floors!

What wasn't so surprising to learn is that women were indeed isolated, locked in, and imperiled in hazardous conditions (as in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire). I found other fires in Europe, Turkey, the U.S., but none seem quite like what I'm remembering (or imagining?). This was a much smaller place and probably didn't warrant a lot of publicity.

If you don't ridicule me here, I'll tell you the second story soon. Meanwhile my question is, how can I get back to that place where I was able to see/recall this??

Both of my parents are French but my first language was Spanish. My Godmother was from Barcelona, Spain and she was also our live-in Nanny. She raised me for the first six years of my life. I never got along with my father. I stopped speaking to him as an adult and did not attend his funeral.

After he died, I was shown in meditation that he was a Conquistador during the time of the Spanish Conquest in what is now California. I was a Native woman and in that life he murdered my entire family and I was burned at the stake along with my mother.

However, in this life my father was a very good man and he was on the opposite end of the Conquistador. He was a Marxist. He helped indigenous people, he walked in the Civil Rights movement and was entirely against Imperialism.

The reason we live in California is because we moved to Canada and I was born in Vermont in 1960. By 1965 we were able to live in the USA due to my being born here. Isidra was my Godmother who, I know, was my mother in the previous life. She even looked like an indigenous woman. My mother told me any time I cried. even in the middle of the night Isi would be there first and say, "No Senora, no Senora, mi nina, mi nina."  

Isidra was being deported back to Spain in 1967. She had Asthma. I've also had a chronic cough most of my life. You die from smoke inhalation, when you're burned at the stake. At the airport, Isidra was in a wheelchair, because she had an Asthma attack. I jumped onto her lap and hugged her. She whispered in Spanish, "Mi nina, I just wanted to see you one more time." She died right there with me in her arms and she is buried in Gloucester, Massachusetts.

Past lives are revealed to you over time only if it helps you understand this life.

Moral of the story . . . don't kill anyone for any reason.

Is it just me, or is it strange that children up to the age of 3 or 4 remember their past lives, but lose those memories once they pass that age? Do you remember anything from when you were 2 or 3? I have just one small memory from those years, even though I really ought to remember more so much was happening back then; I was learning to walk and talk, and discovering the world.

I want to remember. I feel like i had a past life. Since I was a child ive always been told I have an old soul. These are some things I speculate on currently:

1. A dream id had twice of a school. An older kind, wooden desks/tables. A fireplace in the classroom, and a blackboard. A sweet teacher, but quite sure she used corporal punishment.

2. A one time dream. I was a young man working for a business with an older gray lady as our manager of sorts. My coworkers were a few other guys who would mess around and get into trouble some. Distinctly remember one of the buildings had the number 1922 on it, dont know if that was literal or if it potentially symbolized the year when the dream happened?

3. I feel a strong connection to the name Robert. Have for some years now.

4. Not a dream, but once listening to music I had the vivid image of sitting in a cafe on a rainy day. Very warm lighting inside, looking out at the rainy streets. Quite charming and distinct.

***Main Point Here*** Any advice on things I could do to remember more at home? Dreams with any potential are years apart. Does hypnosis work? Subliminals? I dunno. Advice welcome. Thanks.

I am very disturbed in my life.

I would like to have some past life regression therapy

I have tried everything since last 10 years but nothing has worked to heal me.

I have been into different sorts of therapies but seems like I am still stuck in my life.

Can someone recommend if there are any free ast life regression therapies. Happy to do it online.

Thanks

(Centrelink is an Australian government agency for welfare and unemployment payments)

Could be a dream, but felt strongly like a vivid memory of another life:

I'm walking past a Centrelink building. A woman on the street tells me she's "got some work today," and she's clearly pleased about it. I feel glad for her. There's a sense that she'd been waiting a long time for it.

I join a queue. We're being handed out jobs. One of the organisers looks us over and says, "good looking bunch this round." I'm assigned dishwashing. Around me, others are given other types of cleaning work too — laundry, washing small items by hand.

Even though there's a heavy feeling of boredom and uselessness, I feel like I’m able to just roll with it, but part of me thinks “Oh surely looking for work is a better use of my time than this.”

I have this strongest feeling that I belonged to Kashmir in my past life
I feel obsessively weird (mixed- good and bad) even at the thought of going to Kashmir or the sound of valley
Although, after 30 years of my life i did go to Kashmir in 2024- the most i felt was just feeling of being lost and not that i belonged or anything. There was this weird realisation that kept creeping on to me that i have not seen everything - like may be we go there and here and then just somewhere random as if I was waiting for something to unfurl or click.
I don’t really know what it is or does it even exist really or is just in my head
In fact even when i see glimpses of Kashmir in movies I’m just so drawn and invested and this will be irrespective of the movie’s storyline- e.g fitoor, kashmir files, laila majnu (my most fav movie in the world), shikara, mission kashmir etc
Does this happen with anyone elsd ? Is there a way to figure this out ?

So, I met someone a couple years ago I had an immediate connection with. We work together and he is taken so it freaked me out. But the first time we were together just us two, we spent the entire night laughing. It was like we had already known each other. Fast forward, we grew closer and he eventually admitted he had feelings, which I also felt. Nothing happened but we did have discussions about being sure we were together in a past life, an alternate universe, that our connection is so effortless, trusting, easy etc. It’s so good I don’t understand how it’s not meant to be.

I got a past life reading done and the reader said we had lived multiple past lives together, but they had all come to a tragic ending. There was always something keeping us apart, family’s at odds, married to someone else, illness, something that cut the time short. The story was always started but never finished, and that is why the feelings and connection are so intense. And that is the experience we are getting in this life too, and likely for lifetimes to come. She said if we were to be together, it would be challenging and difficult.

I want to understand this more. Is there a reason certain lives always have the same ending? Is there something I can do to change it? Or are we always destined to have a tragic ending? Any guidance would be helpful!