Past Lives/Memories

That is awesome. I used to do that, now my life just seems to busy :(.

I also used to sleep with a bottle of water next to the bed, drink some before going to sleep and then drink some right when waking up and that would help me remember.

His previous birthright ought to be that as it still is.

Von Debruhl

Me too.... I have water on the night stand always.... and I actually think the water being there while I dream (and sleep) has some significance also.

I know it's tough to make time in the morning to write in a journal... that's why often I'll just scribble words or phrases, even just a line or two is enough then when re-read, will recall the dream :)

Kismet

Yep, I agree :).

I really need to make a point to though, that is a goal of mine.

Find someone who does Past Life Regression therapy. I have done it 5 times. All I can say is that there is no way my mind could make up the story lines of my past lives. I have never been a rich or famous person. Usually just some man or woman that has had a life full of trials.
This is why we have thousands of past lives, to learn and grow our souls.

Aww, that sounds like a painful memory :(. :hf:

Keep a journal, or even sloppy notes - of what you see and feel of him (you know how fabulously we've mastered the art of forgetfulness!) The more contact you have with him, the opportunity may arise for you to bring it up :)

Kismet

I have done that a few times as well...some succesful, some pointless.

Absolutely :).

lol, yes.

I sure will and I hope it comes up one day. I'd love for him to know :).

more urgent than anything. What is the moral of the story? dont get captured and save a bullet for yourself maybe?

To go on with -

This apprehension also entails the telling of those things of which must not be spoken of. There are limits to the knowledge I have the authority to pass on and I must keep this in mind during this section in particular. You must take it as it is given and ask no questions later out of respect for this aspect. Thank you in advance for being considerate of this.

At once, the sky world in which I found myself did not seem to have limitations of space. There were no boundaries, except that the further away from the "source," for I know of no other way of relating this feature, the more you felt compelled to return to it. In this place I had no physical body, but had the sensation of having a body of some sort. There was a substance of some kind to me, but it seemed to be what I would describe closest as "aural." It was my spirit which did take up space, but did not, if that has any meaning for you. There were other "people" there, quietly taking up space with me. How many I do not know for they could not be seen, only "felt," and one couple in particular which I thought of as Nokomis and Mishoomis, Grandmother and Grandfather. They were the acknowledged elders of this place and seemed to either be the "source" or they were standing on it, one. The rest of the "people" there stayed away from them out of respect for them, only awaiting the time to do their bidding. It was apparent to me that these two had been together for an immense amount of time.

Time. An interesting thing here was that time did not seem to pass, or to exist at all for that matter. I had no guidepoints at which to view time or the passing of it, but Nokomis and Mishomis seemed to have the matter completely in their control. As time did in fact pass, many ages apparently on earth, they would select people from the grouping there to pass through to the other side in order to fulfill some purpose. I was aware of this happening, but ignored the situation for the most part, until I found the hole in the sky.

In Ojibwe legend the sky manitou (spirit/mystery) came down to earth from a hole in the sky where, apparently, a plant had been planted and subsequently pulled out leaving a hole and revealing the physical earth below. It was just such a hole, although I know nothing of any plant growing there (I did have the impression of a large rock that had been rolled away), that I found and looked down through to the earth below. Oddly, I did not seem to be that far off the ground, as I could clearly see a man below me no more than, say, twenty feet or so.

I suddenly felt that I wanted to be there where he was, and that want was almost overwhelming. For the majority of my stay here having been so bland and uneventful, with the possible exception of those few destined to return to earth, that the excitement of earthly life brought me vividly to life, and I wanted to go right now, but I was held back by the elder couple. I say "destined" so seemingly casually, but in fact there was nothing casual about it, and "destined" is the only term that feels to fit.

"Not yet," they told me, for we could communicate telepathically. I strained as at a leash against the will of the source but found myself bound tightly to that place as yet. I could look nowhere except at the earth I felt the great need to go to, all the while hearing in my head that the time would come, "wait."

I waited, feeling as if the time would never come when I would have my opportunity to live this extraordinary life on the earth. I did not remember, at this point, having been on earth before. It wasn't until I did return to earth that I remembered my previous life here. When in the sky world I had very little knowledge or apprehension that anything else existed, or perhaps was important enough to contemplate. It was with reluctance that the elders allowed that my time had come, and it seemed that there was a window of opportunity where I could come that fell within a short period of time wherein I could fulfill my purpose.

This purpose, it seems, had begun its development in my previous life, for I remember no other than the one. It also seems apparent that my time in the sky world was something of a holding pattern awaiting this age for my return to be effective.

We Ojibwe have a way of telling, when a child is born, whether that child has lived in this world before. If they are born with a red mark on the back of the neck, it is said, they are an elder come back. I had one of those marks, as have all of my children, some of which also speak of a place they know as "magic land." Apparently in that place the blandness of my stay did not exist, for they speak of mountains and valleys, plants and animals and beasts and monsters. Of that I cannot attest, but these are some of the reasons I have adopted a saying of Robert E. Howard - "I'm rather flatly opposed to denying anything."

The only thing that my children have done of which I cannot refute, if such was my inclination, was that my first son could speak Ojibwemowin (the Ojibwe language) fluently, before he even said "mama." He has lost this abiblity as he has grown.

I was regressed once.... it took me years to come to terms with it.... actually, truth is, it's taking me my whole life to come to terms with it, even before the regression.

I was on a battlefield, in a male body, a warrior, metal breast-plate, sword in my hand and I was slaying... blood everywhere, death everywhere, the stench almost chocked me - it was HORRIFIC!

In this life, I'm the polar opposite - the thought of killing numbs me, makes me sick to my stomach. My empathy is tremendous - I feel the pain of others so intensely. I can feel a funeral procession coming from blocks away. My compassion for others is way over the top - I always make time, even if I don't have the time, to help others.

It was that regression that REALLY helped me to understand the principal of polarity.

Kismet

But do you understand WHY you needed to understand the principal?

With a better understanding of one polar end that is your previous life experiences, how is it that you are working on realizing the opposite pole?

WOW!! Thank you so much for sharing!!!

per your request I will not ask questions :
But reflect that it felt as I was reading your story, that you were in presence of your over soul :)

Kismet

To realize there is no opposite pole - there is only one.

BALANCE :)

Kismet

Lol

I stole someones flag it seems. Hope they don't mind :P

I do have roots there though. As i'm sure we all did at some point:)

Actually, I may have not worded that exactly how I feel it - I'm still trying to find the right words for what it is that I feel and often, I fail miserably :(

I guess its more like, instead of saying, that this isn't me, or that wasn't me, or this is me.... is to understand that it's all me experiencing the idea of polar opposites :)

Kismet

This is why i personally won't go do a regression. It would not be pretty. Not one bit. the past haunts us enough as it is.

I feel you :)

I've not regressed since that first time...
HOWEVER
as awful as it was at the time, and for some time later, I now have a much deeper understanding of my perceived balancing act in this life - and it's teaching me to get past the 'haunt' and move more into balance. Hope that makes sense.

Kismet

Your intuition is focusing on the balance of seen and unseen because it rightly does not yet know how to realize the unseen.

To have seen inward and to then spiral outward requires an understanding of balance between them - without it, one becomes a lunatic on the fringe of his or her own metaphysical desires - Crowley comes to mind as to what a life's work done without first understanding the balance inherent between seen and unseen will manifest.

You are not failing miserably, you are learning and listening quite well :)

I absolutely loved reading that. Thank you so much for sharing.

Appreciate that... thank you :)

Kismet

I feel the same. I know I have done some pretty horrific things, but not this time. My empathy is also quite ridiculous, to the point where it is difficult to be in public, feeling everyone else's pain is quite suffocating at times and I don't have the ability to help everyone so, it is very saddening.

Turn their pain to joy through random acts of kindness. When you daydream to escape the suffocating feeling, dream of how powerful your future acts of kindness will be when given a chance to be inspired with empathy-fed joy, surprise, and genuine gratitude.

I know it's rough to start when you feed off of negativity. You are making the choice to connect to the feelings of pain, though. In doing so, you are trying to teach yourself what it is about you that needs to grow.

The only task any of us are entrusted with is to assist others to grow. It is not our place to decide in what way that takes place. I believe you have spent too much time helping those who can help you in an effort to exponentially grow your quantitative ability to help. I believe you have blinded yourself to the assistance you can provide by limiting it to a world view of how 'needy' people will cross your path and in what form they will come.

Help those who would abuse, hurt, and neglect you. Help those who will ungraciously take your kindness and mirror their own hate unto it. Perhaps that is the only way they will grow. Perhaps doing so with love before, during, and after the exchange is the only way you will grow.

Think quality of the help you can provide, not quantity.

Perform two acts of kindness towards those who will hate you for it before bed and call me in the morning :)

Wonderful post. Thank you so much.

A powerful post!

Indeed, as time seemingly passed, I found myself not just focussing on the the 'kind of' pain that I had 'thought' needs soothing, rather, I am seeing that all the pain needs soothing, and that most definitely includes the pain of those that would abuse, hurt and neglect me and others. I reach out to them when possible.

Again, I feel my regression helped in seeing it so - as I identify myself with this current personality, I feel I could never do such horrible things, yet, in seeing it, I know I did, and in owning it, I realize that I am still me - am I any less worthy of love 'then' then 'now'. Of course not.

Great point about the quality rather than quantity, I'm exercising that as well, or at least trying very hard to :) and even still, I must remind myself that helping to soothe the pain does not mean removing the pain. I have no right to remove a thing if a soul has chosen it for growth - so here I stand, hopefully in service, but not in judgement.

Kismet

Indigo -

One of the things that occurs to me in the context of this post is the nature of consciousness and our perception of reality through our individual sight. It is late, so I will be brief. Rational thought, logic, id, ego, superego, and all those mental contraptions used in daily life seem to strive against our spiritual selves, dreams, visions, memories, deep memories, emotions, values, and all those unseen and seemingly unimportant things of today's world.

Mixing them appears sometimes to be an excercise in futility. It is important to bring into this mix our social experiences to weed and sift through the good and the bad, which are actually relative to intent, and to measure our intent against those other people, enduring, endearing, and climaxing events that shape who we are while at the same time honing our characters.

Much of this is profound, I know, but is easily forgotten in the noisy and bustling complexity that surrounds us. It is important to me to have an anchor to myself, indeed, several. It is very easy to overreach our personal potential and delve where we have not been given authority to be. Too many do this, and we interact with these, and they feed off of us, and we die a little with each contact, and we grow back that part of our selves again, and the process renews.

Just new ways of seeing, perhaps an anchor, perhaps not, but I own my desiderata, as I see you do too. And, Ididsay breif, didn't I.

Just know you are not forgotten.

giigowabamin

I agree, totally. Thank you :). :hf:

Now that I've shared a bit of my deep memories, your turn. Include how you feel, what you feel, and anything you deem appropriate. I'm listening. :)

Good afternoon :).

Well, mine aren't near as in depth as yours, really just flashes of places, faces, scenes, feelings, etc.

It feels to me like the most prominent one is the desert one. I remember being really hot, but not uncomfortable. I remember a temple. I looked different, but sort of the same. My hair looked pretty much the same, just darker than the hair was born with...maybe why I always dye it darker? I was tannish? Not near as pale as today, lol. I danced. I was dressed in flowy robe-like clothes, but they didn't really cover all of me, if that makes sense, lol.

Then there is the woods one...I just remember being in the woods. This guy that I originally wrote the thread about was in this one. I just remember cleaning him and helping him after some sort of battle. It was before guns, so I am guessings his wounds were from a sword, or arrows or something? He looked pretty close to how he looks today, his hair was just longer and he may have had a darker complexion, but I'm not sure, that may be because it was dark in my dream and he was really dirty from battle.

There is also the witch hunt one...I don't remember a whole lot from that, just feelings, I guess.

I also have flashes of being in a carriage, but that is all, just flashes.

Last Edited by IndigoSerenity76 on 11/21/2012 01:40 PM