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Friday, July 17th, 2009
10:57 pm
[tehgreenfaerie]
Question..s...

For the past few weeks, I've been hearing someone calling me. Not my name, just calling me. I mentioned it to my boyfriend a few days ago and he commented on how it could possibly be someone trying to get my attention, like a spirit or something of that sort. Only I didn't really believe him, because sometimes he just says things to make me feel like I'm not going insane...but...

Today he mentioned having something about a past life somehow affecting me and then...it hit me. Something...maybe someone from a past life has been trying to get my attention...

Is that logical? Do memories from past lives usually come up in such a way, like, trying to get one's attention to warn them or something of that sort? And, is it possible to try to find out what one's attention is being called for?


Current Mood: anxious
Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
9:11 am
[e_lighta_pray]
Greece I am.

Where I am.

Everclear focus of my source and of with now, all the same in timeless being,

and deny this my wills tortures?

Immortal mind and timeless soul, where are your legends now? Immortal not, be you of this curse now?

My legends low and sunken in the felt of my fabric and textures.

Still with me eternal and yes sleeping hard below my senses.

How mesh I the separations of this incarnation rendered there upon my subconscious reasoning? My sallowed law.

How, here, can I unweave the woven dialect onto my own tongue?

Oh ascatten and afray my diaries unwritten, aflutter in the unruffle of my mind,

in my sleep, in my wake,

in my abstinence, in my authority.

Hear myself speak this?

Hear this come forth from my unweeping?

Hear me here?

Here be I.

This my face, this my hands, this my heart? Here, in this voice is all that I am recognized? Here in this speaking, forth from me, is where I know too much to fear. This be I. ... and woe be my name!

Oh so crucially lost am I . . . and safe.

. . . such of a safeness that this must be, it is, safe, it is.

How much is unpresent of myself?

Loathe I, the fear of my own arrival.

Does it come?

Detest me, inhabitants, I do invite it, but do not detsroy me.

Shrink back from me, I do allow it, but do not harm to me.

leave me . . . I so want it, but do not remember me.

aye . . and the world. Know you uncertain sky, that I am unbelonging?

Do you? Do you not? Should I then care? Why do I?

Why do I paint myself into your airbrush color, white the blue expulse and stable there beneath your fleeting moments?

Relishing I your ashen back pulse and movement under the stars watchful.

Immortal flesh, I say does not. She does not.

And here I approacheth the briming, nigh on into the years and

what shall it be for me?

What this then comes for me now?

What now comes for me?

Can I be left to wither?

Can I be left to fade?

Can this become?

Lithaea, betray me not.

Lithaea, wake me in the light and lessen me there for fright.

Lessen me, more the more, I pray you, lessen me.

Sacrlidge is for sin for my name . . . my name is lost, as I long to be there, relinquish thy stronghold on my everforth and unveil me into thy countenance for sacralidg and I shall die there for these sins not mine.

Die me, no.

I cannot.

Release me into afloat, in the light with not but all darkness surround me in there this silence and glitter hue, there leave me. leave me there.

Lithaea take me, my soul, take me my own soul, alone into that dark light, silver thine under the heart of pearl, bury me not, but leave us there for my hours thence are well endured and my mind there unfettered in autrocity and dichotom of an uneven nature. Lithaea, hear me my love, my friend.

And the third touch was numb and breathing well.

This too, is life.

Immortal sorrow, this too is choice.

Immortal law, this too is holy.

The place called Lithaea.

Where the holy indwell and breathe well.

Lithaea, my soul is your own.

Holy am I.

Where I am.

Everclear focus of my source and of with now, all the same in timeless being,

and deny this my wills tortures?

Immortal mind and timeless soul, where are your legends now? Immortal not, be you of this curse now?

My legends low and sunken in the felt of my fabric and textures.

Still with me eternal and yes sleeping hard below my senses.

How mesh I the separations of this incarnation rendered there upon my subconscious reasoning? My sallowed law.

How, here, can I unweave the woven dialect onto my own tongue?

Oh ascatten and afray my diaries unwritten, aflutter in the unruffle of my mind,

in my sleep, in my wake,

in my abstinence, in my authority.

Hear myself speak this?

Hear this come forth from my unweeping?

Hear me here?

Here be I.

This my face, this my hands, this my heart? Here, in this voice is all that I am recognized? Here in this speaking, forth from me, is where I know too much to fear. This be I. ... and woe be my name!

Oh so crucially lost am I . . . and safe.

. . . such of a safeness that this must be, it is, safe, it is.

How much is unpresent of myself?

Loathe I, the fear of my own arrival.

Does it come?

Detest me, inhabitants, I do invite it, but do not detsroy me.

Shrink back from me, I do allow it, but do not harm to me.

leave me . . . I so want it, but do not remember me.

aye . . and the world. Know you uncertain sky, that I am unbelonging?

Do you? Do you not? Should I then care? Why do I?

Why do I paint myself into your airbrush color, white the blue expulse and stable there beneath your fleeting moments?

Relishing I your ashen back pulse and movement under the stars watchful.

Immortal flesh, I say does not. She does not.

And here I approacheth the briming, nigh on into the years and

what shall it be for me?

What this then comes for me now?

What now comes for me?

Can I be left to wither?

Can I be left to fade?

Can this become?

Lithaea, betray me not.

Lithaea, wake me in the light and lessen me there for fright.

Lessen me, more the more, I pray you, lessen me.

Sacrlidge is for sin for my name . . . my name is lost, as I long to be there, relinquish thy stronghold on my everforth and unveil me into thy countenance for sacralidg and I shall die there for these sins not mine.

Die me, no.

I cannot.

Release me into afloat, in the light with not but all darkness surround me in there this silence and glitter hue, there leave me. leave me there.

Lithaea take me, my soul, take me my own soul, alone into that dark light, silver thine under the heart of pearl, bury me not, but leave us there for my hours thence are well endured and my mind there unfettered in autrocity and dichotom of an uneven nature. Lithaea, hear me my love, my friend.

And the third touch was numb and breathing well.

This too, is life.

Immortal sorrow, this too is choice.

Immortal law, this too is holy.

The place called Lithaea.

Where the holy indwell and breathe well.

Lithaea, my soul is your own.

Holy am I.

Saturday, September 27th, 2008
3:31 pm
[mayavada]
Hello all!  New to the community, and I have an question.

Are any of you ever extremely affected by books from certain time periods?  Not just that you like the book or the topic, but that it triggers some sort of sad, lonely feeling for you? 

Let me explain: 

Every time I read a book  that is based is victorian-era England, I am convinced that I have spent one of more of my past lives there.  It's hard for me to explain how I feel.....as I mentioned before - sad, lonely?  Sad for what though?  If I mentioned this to others, they may think that I'm just interested in the ere - but it's more than that.   The feeling occur when I see victorian-era photographs, also...

I hope I made sense.....if I haven't, please let me know and I'll try to clarify more, lol. 
Tuesday, May 13th, 2008
4:44 pm
[lucksong]
Hi all. I don't know a lot about past life regression or anything but believe in it a bit and thought I'd share a family anecdote.

My mother has been telling a story about my brother since it happened, nearly 20 years ago. My brother was/is a little autistic and would not really speak until fairly late. We lived in the suburbs of a state capitol in a good-sized ranchstyle house with lots of pets and stuff.

My mother was concerned because my brother was mostly nonverbal. At one point, though, when he was only two, he suddenly (and in long, complete sentences) asked my mother what happened to the cabin. Keep in mind at this age, Jon (my brother) had never been to the mountains, etc, we'd always lived in the sandhills of the south.

Jon told my mom that he had lived by himself in a house in the mountains. At one point, when he was nearly five, he also talked about a dream he had, a very technical dream concerning the engine of an airplane. My brother's not asberger's autistic, either, he hates math and stuff and had had no exposure to that kind of stuff at that age.

My mom told these stories a lot while Jon was growing up, especially because his cranky and outdoor-friendly manner prompted people to call him "little old man". My brother is a journalist now. He had job offers, getting out of college, in Miami, Amarillo (TX), Charlotte (NC) and Strasburg (a small town in Virginia in the Shenandoah valley). He moved to Strasburg and has, in the past year, completely stopped using a car (he walks everywhere he goes). He also lives alone and in a hermitesque way- doesn't see friends, go out to socialize, etc. But he seems perfectly happy, if occasionally lonely for a girlfriend.

My mom and I were talking today and I brought up that old story and said, isn't it ironic, especially considering Jon chose to move to the mountains and live alone? He is also an extreme nonmaterialist - no one else in our family is quite like him. His autism certainly hasn't been crippling - you can't really tell at all, except he doesn't like to be touched by people. I think it's an interesting coincidence. He's been, since he was a little kid, very careful with hoarding things... money, he doesn't spend at all, food, etc. Not hoarding as in getting a ton, but using very little, saving everything. Also not like most people in my family.

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I've been with my boyfriend for five years now... we met online, before meeting online was popular, playing an online game. He lived in NY and I live in SC... I think knowing him has completely changed my personality, and sometimes I feel like there's a role reversal or something... I don't know why I think this. I think he's someone I may have treated badly or been close to and something bad happened, in a previous life. It's like I'm the person who changes the relationship, he feels angry at me sometimes and doesn't know why. A lot of our problems, afterwards, we feel weird. When I argue with him I have a lot of really strange dreams, strong deja-vu feeling, that I can't quite remember when I wake up. I dream things that I'm pretty sure I dream for the first time but I remember everything in the dreams clearly and feel like they've happened before, they are INFINITELY familiar to me, like a story I know by heart.

We have a bizarre attachment to each other and have gone through things I don't think most people would like to go through together or do go through. We feel innately comfortable together even if we're not happy together at the time. We've just had an incredibly emotion-filled bizarre relationship. I guess it could just be like that. But sometimes I feel like there's more to it. It's just very weird and painful sometimes. I get a sense of there being more to it. It could be just cuz my psyche is so wrapped up in it, that's what gives me the strange feelings and dreams and stuff. I also act different with him than I do with anyone else in my life. I have kind of a fear/dislike of commitment and closeness, not altogether far from the degree of my brother's, but it doesn't come out at all in this relationship. Speaking of my brother, we understand each other very well. We have one of the best sister-brother relationships I've ever known of, even if he often thinks of me as too emotional, or kind of a dork (which he does) and I will accuse him of being cold and a jerk. My mom says I was really good for him, as a kid. I've always been more protective of him (very very very) than he was of me, even though as a kid, Jon was always the 'leader' of everything and he was never teased or anything. She says I warmed him up, and I've always been his biggest fan. Maybe this is just because I look up to my big brother.

As for me, and ideas of what or who I could have been in a past life? I'm completely unsure. Certain areas of history really resonate with me but I don't know if those are just my interests or what. I dream constantly, though, weird dreams. Always have. Many of them I'll remember, I'll be lucid while I'm dreaming and I want to wake up. I'm the lightest sleeper on earth and any sudden sound will wake me up gasping with my heart racing. I'm afraid of the dark, wide open spaces. What's that called? Agoraphobic? I don't like being near dark windows if it's light inside. I've never been comfortable sleeping unless I'm nearly completely covered up. I don't know if those things are relative or not. I just don't really have a cause for them and know sometimes those things can be things that are carried over?

Just thought I'd share! I know the only thing particularly relative and credible and interesting is the top story, but I just thought I'd share, ya... I don't know how you go about doing past life regression or anything so... yup.
Saturday, January 5th, 2008
5:48 pm
[elven_ranger]
wondering...
 I am wondering how common it is in general for people to meet others whom they knew in a past life, and for the recognition to be mutual? 
Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
3:17 pm
[maybejet]
I was a mother of boys.
In this life I can not have children. In my past life I could and I had 4 boys. I lived in one of the plain states, perhaps Kansas, in a white, two story house. The house had a front porch with a tree right in front of it that kept the area shaded and cool on hot days. There is a screen door that bangs shut as young boys trail in and out of the house. There is a hallway that leads to a back door in the kitchen so air passes through the house. I like this feeling of open space.

The time period is the 1950's. I am pregnant with two boys. I am having problems with the pregnancy and spot often. My 4 sons are school age and leave for school on the morning of my death. It is nearly summer vacation and they can't wait to be through with school for the long summer.

I see myself in a mirror and I have dark brown hair that turns up at the shoulders. I'm not very big yet but have to wear a large shirt to cover my gowing belly. I think it is going to be a long hot summer pregnant with twins.

I never see my husband but know he is in the field near the house. I have lots of cooking to do and sit down on the porch swing to start cleaning the vegetables.

I get a strong pain in my stomach. It rips through me and brings white hot tears to my eyes. I can't call out. I fall to the porch floor with my head towards the two steps leading down to a dirt yard.

I feel the blood flowing from my body. I can't get up. I feel peace and start to let go. I look up at the new leaves of the tree. The sun is sparkling through and winking at me.

I close my eyes and rest.

I've seen this sceen since I was a child. Often I catch a quick look at myself in the mirror and I see her instead of me. I used to ask my mother who the lady was in the mirror. She looked so kind and yet so sad. Grandmother said I had a good imagination and would make a great writer one day.

I don't think it was my imagination.

When I was about 9 I went to a carnival and had my fortune read. The lady kept saying she saw 6 boys. I asked her what she meant. She said she saw them and they were all looking for me.

When I was 13 I went to a spend the night party and we played with a ouigi (spelling?) board. It was all fun and games at first then it was my turn to ask a question. I asked something stupid like will I be a star? The board spelled out "6 Boys" over and over again then the pointer flicked off the board. I was white as a sheet having never told anyone what the fortune teller had said because I didn't understand it.

When I was in my 20s and about to get married I was told I could never have children. My husband to be would have been a great father. I love him so. I went to a physic named Mary G in Columbia, SC. She is very popular and one of my friends asked me to join her because she was scared to go alone. I said sure. When Mary saw me come from the driveway up to the house she got up and met us at the door. She looked into my eyes and told me that she had a message for me. I laughed and my friend laughed and said she was the one here for the reading. Mary took my hand and said that my children were waiting for me.

I felt cold all over. I pushed the number 6 out of my mind and concentrated on two little girls I knew to see if I could throw her off. She had me sit down and told me that She knew I was going to have 6 boys. I told her I couldn't have children and she said that she could see them plain as day and that the twins were very young and needed my help. They didn't understand why I wasn't with them.

This is the end of my long tail.

I've never been regressed. I've often felt at home in Asheville North Carolina and have had several stange occurances there where I flash back to about 1888 - 1890 and am there in that period of time. I'm no one famous or rich but I'm there. I can see me and what I'm wearing... the surroundings are very clear. I bought a post card book of the area during that time and it confirmed my visions.

You can take it or leave it. I don't understand it.
Comments are welcome if you can wade your way through all this.

Thank you,
Jane
Sunday, September 16th, 2007
6:21 am
[memoryscopy]
Scientific Observation Memoryscopy

Hi,
There are LJ-blog and LJ-community of the SOM - project using scientific approach to remote memory exploration. Would be nice to hear your thoughts over there. (Both sites are bilingual - English / Russian).
Have a nice life :)

Friday, September 14th, 2007
5:00 am
[smurofff]
Technique used for working with remote memory

Hi everybody, 
here you can find the short description of some of techniques used for working with remote memory (working is done in pair). No hypnosis is used. We would be glad to communicate with anyone who is interested in scientific approach to the remote memory researches.
http://memoryscopy.livejournal.com/2095.html
With much respect,
Smurofff

Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
2:59 pm
[llama_bailey]
Hi, I just joined. I'm Ray. I started realizing about my past life maybe a year and a few months ago. I can't really remember when. I've been convinced of the possibility that I've had past lives since I was in third grade though.

Thursday, July 27th, 2006
7:17 am
[whimsical_pixie]
Yesterday was kind of wierd. I relapsed into my life as Dreik'lah thrice within an hour, all into the same few minutes. Kaishel, the main healer of the camp, was healing me. Dreik'lah was the only female fighter admist about a hundred of the best fighters in the country. I entered their ranks at roughly fifteen, and at about nineteen I was captured by the enemy and tortured horribly. I had just been recovered and been brought back to camp and taken to Kaishel. My friend Lokemn had found me, and at first he had thought I was dead. When they tortured me they pored this new chemical over my wounds to stop the bleeding. That way I wouldn't bleed to death while they cut me and burned me. It also kept me from going unconsious. Even after I was recovered, it was about a month before I could sleep again. The forces I was with were split into pairs that eventually become bondmates. I married my bondmate Shahmnel when I was about seventeen. Lokemn brought me back to camp this day, took me to Kaishel's tent, and refused to let Shahmnel go in to see me because I just looked that bad. When Kaishel had done all he could for the time being, he let Shahmnel in so he could hold me still while he bandaged me. This is where I relapsed. I lie down on the couch and I react to all this pain, but I don't physically feel the pain. Shahmnel is sitting at my left holding me down when need be, and then pulling me into his arms. There's so much physical pain that she's feeling, and I just lie there reacting to it all. What bothers me is that I don't know why she was so strong as to make me relapse like that so much within such a short period of time. Then for the rest of the night I felt off. I felt lighter, like I wasn't entirely in my body or something. I don't quite know how to explain it.

Current Mood: confused
Tuesday, July 18th, 2006
10:24 am
[whimsical_pixie]
Hey, I'm new here, and I want to ask you all something. What do you think about past lives on other planets? I've been doing a lot of past life exploration in the past year, and most of my other lives occur on this other planet. I could go into all kinds of details concerning the main two contries, their cultures, their governments, etc. It's all very vivid and very familiar.

The thing that got me started on these lives was when I was doing some pendelum dowsing when I was bored in class. The beauty of the pendelum is that it's small, portable, and accurate. When I was in fifth grade I lived at the start of the Natchez Trace, twenty minutes away from my school or anyone my age. I had a lot of Barbie dolls that used to belong to my sister, and with them I created this world unlike anything else I knew. I just created story after story, never writting it down, but never forgetting them. I brought my charachters into two, almost three generations. Then in eighth grade I broke away from that line and wrote down another story that intertwines with the first. A couple years later, after I had finished that story(thirty-five chapters and an epilogue long) I started another one, but never finished it. It was like I just couldn't. The capital city was going to be attacked within the next day or two, and I just stopped there. So back to dowsing in class. I was wondering if all of these people could have been real, could have actually lived. So I looked at the pendelum and thought, "Did these people actually exist?" It really surprised me when the answer came out yes. That just blew all of this onto a new level. Since then I've gotten to know quite a few of my lives on that planet, most very well. I'm curious. Has anyone else gotten to know lives on another planet, or is it just me? These lives are very dear to me, and I'm learning a lot from them. Who knows, maybe I'll end up finding someone from the same planet.

Current Mood: curious
Friday, July 7th, 2006
2:35 pm
[lady_astaroth]
Evidence of a past life?
I've been interested in past lives for ages but I never tried to find out about my former lives actively until yesterday. I bought a book which included a 60 minute CD with a guided regression. While the CD was running I fell asleep (due to the fact that I had had early shift from 5am till 1pm), but when I woke up later on I had the keywords Sudbury, Highfields, 1209, 1278  in my head. Afterwards I used Google to find out more about Sudbury and Highfields. Sudbury is a town in the English county of Suffolk and Highfields seems to be a sort of nature resort nearby. I've never been there, and I've never heard of these places.

Do you think this could be some evidence of a former life?

Maybe I should add at this point that I've always felt very close to England. I travel there several times a year, and it's the only country where I feel at home. Even though I have a German passport, I feel absolutely English, and the English football team had all my support during the World Cup. My flat looks like an England museum. It's always been like this since early childhood. People often ask me why I love England so much. It's a feeling deep inside me. If I lived there centuries ago, I must have led a very happy life because my feelings for this country are so positive.
Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
1:13 pm
[drblueface]
A few more for the collection
It's been a while since I've actually penned up my memories to these boards, but I've got a few more since then, so here goes.

Just little things. Little flashes, or small scenes that I recall.

I remember standing on the edge of land, ankle deep in sea water. A thick forest barely ebbs for the sake of this tiny beach, and the sand is thicker than any I've stood in this life. There is drift wood all around me. Little pieces of something man crafter are floating to shore on the green and white waves.

I look down, and see my skin is very dark, and tanned looking. Like a near black bronze. I'm naked, and I have no reason to question it. I hear sounds of angry birds defending their mates, or territories. I hear leaves slapping eachother in the wind. In the water right before me is something shiny, half engulfed by wet, mucky sand.

I crouch down and pick it up in my left hand. A long dirty twine is attached to the head. It seems a familiar instrument to me, but I'm not sure of it's use. So I just look at it. Stare into it.

And I felt... like I was meant to be somewhere else... but I was afraid to leave.

I notice that the vast majority of lives I recall are female. Also, I'm almost ALWAYS by a great body of water. Even this life, though the ocean is not within walking distance, technology has made it so I'm really not that far.

Another memory..

I was a small girl chasing another girl-this other girl was wearing a grey dress. She had wavy brown hair that reached approximately mid-back. Her face was light and freckled, and her eyes were a chocolatey brown. We were running through a field of yellow flowers, away from approaching threatening storm clouds off in the distance.

Laughing as we ran, I fell down. It seemed important that I did, but I can't for the life of me say why. I pulled myself back up, and we kept running.

Current Mood: calm
Monday, May 8th, 2006
12:33 am
[the_quandary]
Strange Occurrences
How many of you have had your regression meditations turn up a guide, spirit, or otherwise unexpectedly? If so, how long was it before they spoke to you?
Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
10:22 pm
[the_quandary]
Has anyone gotten close to uncovering a memory and all of the sudden started jerking and twitching forcefully? This happened to me tonight and took me by surprise.
Wednesday, April 19th, 2006
6:22 pm
[bailzzararco]
MIght be something....
From a dream I had last night I was trying to make a boy remember some words, and because of that, I ended up remembering the words, too, but in real life the words are meaningless to me. The words are Dessi Pressimus, and I just googled them. I didn't find the word Dessi, but Pressimus is a word, in Latin, I think, but I wasn't able to find what the word means. Can anyone else shed some light on it. I thought it soudned latin when I woke up and wrote it down, but I don't remember having heard the word before, and I have no interest in Latin, so it's very unusual and I wonder if it might be a clue to a past life.

Current Mood: curious
Sunday, April 9th, 2006
6:59 pm
[bailzzararco]
Secret Agent?
For a while now I have been mulling over the very peculiarness of my dreams which are past life related. Keeping in mind there is often a blending of current stuff involved and keeping that in mind, I wondered why in the heck are these past life dreams so full of strange machines, medicine, and other highly techincal stuff, etc. I was trying to think of a reason why such things would occur, why would any life be so full of the rare and bizarre, so currently I am entertaining the idea that I might have been a secret agent in a couple of my past lives. I can find several instances in my delibreate past life dreams, explorations, etc. where I seem to be doing something daring and secretive for a government. I usually hesitate to consider anything so glamorous, but then again maybe that's a problem. I think we all do that to an extent (for fear of deluding ourselve, and I think none of us want that )and perhaps we are cheating outselves when we do that. Heck, SOMEONE was all those famous or extrodinary people, right? It would sort of make sense such a strange life would be the too striking to not remember at least a little. Thoughts?
Cross posted.

Current Mood: curious
Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
9:27 pm
[bailzzararco]
Remembered again
I feel like I had an important dream last night. While I was drifting off to sleep it occured to me that when I was around 17 or 18 years old I started looking into past lives. Then remembered a drawing I did that depicted someone I remembered from my past life, and was astonished that I had totally forgotten all about it. I finally tried looking into where that past life took place, and I always assumed it was England, but that no longer seems right.


That life would have occured exactly previous to my current one, when for a while now I always thought my last one ended in Germany cica 1940's-50ish, not positive on the exact dates. I figured the time between that one and this one was spent doing some other thing, whatever, but now I recall that past life I forgot. Okay, but that's just ONE of the things. The dream I had last night uncovered yet other totally over-looked but important items from that life in Germany, and that was that I had an older brother in that life. In my dream he comes to visit me with one of his fellow officers. I open the door (I think I am sort of semi-concious of my current life and that one, as if I was living them both at the same time) All at once I think to myself "oh, yeah, I forgot all about you, how funny."


I don't know if "that" brother is the same brother I have in this life. If it is, it would sort of make sense. In that life my brother was an SS soilder, and I got a strong impression that I was jelous, and that because of him and his position I was given a more coveted position in the army myself, which I resented and was gratefull for at the same time. I am amazed that I have over looked other family from these past lives for so long. I thought incase the rest of you might be similarly stupidly glossing over who your family was in a past life, maybe to start considering them now, as they would be a huge influence on you.


In my current life, my brother acts like he's trying to save the whole world all by himself (as if he's trying to compensate for something), and I have for such a long time been rather jelous of him and felt a bit of general resentment, which I could never sufficently explain. I am not going to assume he is the same brother, but I am considering it, and will see if there is any way I can look into this further. I am not going to bring up my suspicion to my brother, I simply have no desire to stike up such a serious conversation with him.


Cross posted

Current Mood: complacent
Saturday, March 25th, 2006
8:16 pm
[bailzzararco]
How do you remember?
Just wondering. How is it that some of you remember your past lives. Is it like you remember them the same way you remember things that happened in this current life? Are they remembered as in you just know for sure they occured, but you don't consciously remember them? Did you remember them like you remember your dreams, and you just know they're real? In my case I am just aware of them, but mostly I don't really consciously remember those past lives, but for tiny slivers of memories. I keep remembering a room in particular. I am positive I have never actually been in this room in this life time. I just plain and simply know it without a doubt. A room with very tall windows all along one side, the ceiling is very high. It's a meeting room with a long dark colored wooden table. There are other tiny slivers of memory, but mostly it's just I know things, and then there is the stuff I have uncovered in past life dreams.


In one of my endevors to uncover more information about past lives, I have been paying close attention to my feelings and reactions to things, and I ponder the whys of them. For example, I get instantly angry when I ask someone to do something and they don't do it right away, and it's not just simply annoyed, I get that hot feeling behind my eyes, and feel a sneer coming across my mouth, but then I quickly rationalize and repress the on coming temper tantrum, but I don't know where that comes from. My parents profess all the time I was a very well behaved child, and never prone to tantrums, even during the so called terrible-twos. My brother was another story. I was the perfect angle, and he was the cholicy one. So it's not a trait of being spoiled. Then I look around my house and notice what I collect. I collect little boxes, and it's hard for me to part with them. I also love fish themed things, and often use the saying "fish" things out. My co-worker was the one to pointed it out to me, sort of mocking me because of my over use of the term. For that I suspect I might have been a fisherman in one of my past lives, it would fit nicely in with the boat dreams. The boxes...well, I have no idea where that could come from, and the "do it now or face my wrath" attitude, is another mystery trait. I don't know of any past lives where I would have had that kind of power to tell people what to do, and then be within my rights to go totally psycho about it when they don't.
Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006
9:13 pm
[bailzzararco]
Here's another sample of automatic handwriting.

Behind a cut because it's very long, with a long description.


The results were encouraging, because some of the letters are indentifiable, but at the same time the results are also very frustrating, because I have no idea what the stuff other than my names mean.
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