Old thread. But still feel like replying.
I've had past life memories, always. I looked for proof. Because of that suspiscious mind of mine that I had been taught to have and lived accordingly, I did not listen. I was in both worlds.
Simultanously I attracted some of the wrong people, that did not listen. I got to be the victim of them (who thought they knew everything), but not before opening that door myself, letting the wrong ones in. I know that now. They are or they get twisted by their own power. Power do that to people that's already in the wrong state to begin with. Why important to know your own power and know of the power you give away to someone else.
The only power they have is if you too believe they have it. That they're right. There are always the good ones too trying to help, bless them, but they can't do that much, the others do more damage, as long as you don't fully listen and fully believe in yourself. You got to be on the right side of yourself, first.
Fake or real memories I've come to think is not really what is important here because fake memories could still be signs of something else going on.
In the end what matters is that the individual gets help if needed by getting to what's hiding underneith the fake memories.
If they are fake they can't really hurt you or do anyting else, for that matter, I sure hope not, if made up by the force of manipulation.
I have been under meditation state and been led by the wrong someone and that turned into nothing short but manipulation but I knew it in the meditative state I was in at the time. I knew what ever was happening, what ever was coming was fake. I did not like it.
I wondered if I had never gotten the real ones, the different ones, the memories, would I then have been believing these manipulationsmeditations were from my actual past life? How is it for others?
What ever. Who ever would be doing this to someone else with good intention or not, can only get that far. The work, the ownership is to the one having the experience, to heal. IF they had been fortunate to not be manipulated with before then now is a good time to wake up and realize that. What is really going on.
May be those who study this don't agree with me as they want to prove the afterlife, past life, if real or not.
The good news are that good never gives up on you. Good is not narrowminded or twisted. Good will find you. Truth will find you. My past life memories were true. They were always true who or who did not believe they were.
If I was to show the results now (that I did not have back then) to someone skeptical or non believer they might see it now as not so bad, after all, or strange or couldn't be, at all, as they were one time making it out to be. Or they will. I don't care. Foremost it is not for others to understand, it's for me, my journey, for me to understand. To do good with it.
What they had been taught about history was right, I am sure, to others living around that period at that area but can you really say they can speak for all of the people living back then? How it always used to be?
History and culture, what survives and what gets forgotten about or hidden or manipulated with in some way can be really tricky to them have that, present as hard boiled eggsof fitting for "the truth of history". Into every sceneary and aspects to modern living people, over time. Facts can be presented, data, but what about all the rest? Who is to say what is the truth then?
Your history books may then be "right", but individually it may be wrong. Wrong to the past life. Wrong to the person who's having these memories. Then you can proceed thinking and making the other person undergoing all of it think it's wrong, when it ain't. That will not be the right way to go, to "help" someone.
As for the past life (if anyone wants to know) I had, the woman I found after so long, was true that she was the way she was and her life ws the way she was and what happened happened. She was true to herself. If she was not true to herself she would go insane, had happened before, and her husband knew it, understood it.
When I was telling all this they were telling me she couldn't have been like that. Telling me the circumstances couldn't have been of the sort. There for my memories were fake and I was fake. I was bad or doing bad by telling. I was then the enemy of those who had actual past life memories and their wonderful community and all the resources that so happened to be the same as those they had found in history books or where ever.
But she was not fake. But it did not help.
Her faith, my spirit guides, the visions I had of her belief system, the look of them, the signs were too all seen as bad by others or imaginative. They did not know what it was, of course, but because they did not know that, could not find that in their adoring history books or religious books, it was not true.
I had trouble, such trouble, finding it (as a religion "hiding" within a religion), but some time after finding out who she was I got the name of it. It was something she could in periods be open with when she was younger but over time they were in danger, misunderstood. Those in power wanted them to look like something and doing something they never did. They did so because we were a threat to authority of the religion. We saw it as them having wandered off for the wrong reasons. There is not one single thing I have found of it that was suppose to be bad, to be hurting someone or something. She wanted to do good things in her life and she did.
I had to get very close and very lucky to find out that my memories were true. What helped to get me there was a mediums gifts and the pursuation that she said was on the other side (telling the medium) and wanting me to know who I had been and that the memories were right. Not turn my back on it, as I had done.
Another surprising source of proof to survive the time was her husband's love for words, many letters to her, and to other people, about her, and life, throughout their long lasting relationship and marriage (she was the first of the two to die). The family had saved them. Hers too. You can get a shock of how much and what is preserved. It was to me.
He was sort of unusual too. His reputation had been destroyed but he did have some lucky cards on his hand. She too had her lucky cards. He was still trouble walking through the door but one thing stood true and that was that he did have or learned to have his respect of her being as different as she was. Or I am. In a way. He was writing to her when they were not married, when her condition of depression was known to him. When I wonder if others would not want to write. Not want her as their friend. Not want her as their wife.
Mental diseases, mental greatness and the destruction of it existed as much back then too. Not all were locked away and had the key thrown away. They were people getting into admired positions and any other position as result from their mental and other conditions of life getting them there. I don't know if or what diagnoses would be on him had he lived today but I rest a sure they would come up with something. He had periods of something, as did she, but because they were different that way when having them, as too their mental illnesses were different from each other, they would, at the end of the day, be OK. From what I knew of before and what proof I found they lived 3 lives, two apart and one in common, because they were each others opposites some ways and the one life they had in common they were the same. From the look of it she found her way and knew what to not do or live and he let her to it, as her way of looking at things and being gave not only her the stability, but him stability.
I know from my memories that she was afraid too of the time she was living in, why she was the mom she was, why she did what she did to protect the family. Fears of the kind of power her husband had in his day, that any husband had, if he would use it the wrong way. She could not stand the wrong use of authority.
His mental illness I am not sure of what it was but it lead to him over doing anything, why his self medications, help, what kept him in line, what kept him roaming would on one side work only so and then be too much of it and get to be his foe instead. I knew of how his ways and temperaments were and then him getting back to normal. She did not have what he had. If she was only allowed to live life as she pleased she was good but she was sensitive and stubborn and knew what she could compromise and not. I knew he could make the most noise but at the end of the day he would subcumb to her, her ways, but she had to stay strong. She could not let herself be part of his circus. Not let him drag her into it. He knew it and she knew it. From the family's letters he describes as his stability when everything else was not. I know of their connection and why it was and how it was, as I too have lived through it this time too with the exact same soulmate. What I read (translated) of someone not knowing them well describing her was hurtful and that someone coming to the wrong conclusion. I know of their connection, what it was, but how to explain that to someone else and how do you grasp something like that, if lets say from a history book? But what is most important is the connection, the bond between one soulmate and the other. Is it up to that someone else to decide who we were, what was true or not, or what our true connection was?
When I saw pictures of one of their children, adult, I knew it was this child I had seen. I knew of the circumstances. I didn't need to be told. I could still see it.
In my past life I knew I could be in danger, he could be in danger, our family could be, because of the time and how people were, not all. I knew the rules. It is interesting how history books or self claimed experts can then claim this is the way everyone lived and these were the rules, so sorry, your memories and how you were don't fit in so there for it's fake. You neve were. He never was. Your life and everything is fake, fake, fake. This is what happened. This is how people were. Because that says the history books. That to me is more dangerous. I say heal what ever comes along if it is a painful memory or if it is your lucky charm your break through then it is and embrace it.
For me it is about the healing and understanding. It is about who you were, are, but about other soulmates too and why the relationships are what they are.
I've had past life memories, always. I looked for proof. Because of that suspiscious mind of mine that I had been taught to have and lived accordingly, I did not listen. I was in both worlds.
Simultanously I attracted some of the wrong people, that did not listen. I got to be the victim of them (who thought they knew everything), but not before opening that door myself, letting the wrong ones in. I know that now. They are or they get twisted by their own power. Power do that to people that's already in the wrong state to begin with. Why important to know your own power and know of the power you give away to someone else.
The only power they have is if you too believe they have it. That they're right. There are always the good ones too trying to help, bless them, but they can't do that much, the others do more damage, as long as you don't fully listen and fully believe in yourself. You got to be on the right side of yourself, first.
Fake or real memories I've come to think is not really what is important here because fake memories could still be signs of something else going on.
In the end what matters is that the individual gets help if needed by getting to what's hiding underneith the fake memories.
If they are fake they can't really hurt you or do anyting else, for that matter, I sure hope not, if made up by the force of manipulation.
I have been under meditation state and been led by the wrong someone and that turned into nothing short but manipulation but I knew it in the meditative state I was in at the time. I knew what ever was happening, what ever was coming was fake. I did not like it.
I wondered if I had never gotten the real ones, the different ones, the memories, would I then have been believing these manipulationsmeditations were from my actual past life? How is it for others?
What ever. Who ever would be doing this to someone else with good intention or not, can only get that far. The work, the ownership is to the one having the experience, to heal. IF they had been fortunate to not be manipulated with before then now is a good time to wake up and realize that. What is really going on.
May be those who study this don't agree with me as they want to prove the afterlife, past life, if real or not.
The good news are that good never gives up on you. Good is not narrowminded or twisted. Good will find you. Truth will find you. My past life memories were true. They were always true who or who did not believe they were.
If I was to show the results now (that I did not have back then) to someone skeptical or non believer they might see it now as not so bad, after all, or strange or couldn't be, at all, as they were one time making it out to be. Or they will. I don't care. Foremost it is not for others to understand, it's for me, my journey, for me to understand. To do good with it.
What they had been taught about history was right, I am sure, to others living around that period at that area but can you really say they can speak for all of the people living back then? How it always used to be?
History and culture, what survives and what gets forgotten about or hidden or manipulated with in some way can be really tricky to them have that, present as hard boiled eggsof fitting for "the truth of history". Into every sceneary and aspects to modern living people, over time. Facts can be presented, data, but what about all the rest? Who is to say what is the truth then?
Your history books may then be "right", but individually it may be wrong. Wrong to the past life. Wrong to the person who's having these memories. Then you can proceed thinking and making the other person undergoing all of it think it's wrong, when it ain't. That will not be the right way to go, to "help" someone.
As for the past life (if anyone wants to know) I had, the woman I found after so long, was true that she was the way she was and her life ws the way she was and what happened happened. She was true to herself. If she was not true to herself she would go insane, had happened before, and her husband knew it, understood it.
When I was telling all this they were telling me she couldn't have been like that. Telling me the circumstances couldn't have been of the sort. There for my memories were fake and I was fake. I was bad or doing bad by telling. I was then the enemy of those who had actual past life memories and their wonderful community and all the resources that so happened to be the same as those they had found in history books or where ever.
But she was not fake. But it did not help.
Her faith, my spirit guides, the visions I had of her belief system, the look of them, the signs were too all seen as bad by others or imaginative. They did not know what it was, of course, but because they did not know that, could not find that in their adoring history books or religious books, it was not true.
I had trouble, such trouble, finding it (as a religion "hiding" within a religion), but some time after finding out who she was I got the name of it. It was something she could in periods be open with when she was younger but over time they were in danger, misunderstood. Those in power wanted them to look like something and doing something they never did. They did so because we were a threat to authority of the religion. We saw it as them having wandered off for the wrong reasons. There is not one single thing I have found of it that was suppose to be bad, to be hurting someone or something. She wanted to do good things in her life and she did.
I had to get very close and very lucky to find out that my memories were true. What helped to get me there was a mediums gifts and the pursuation that she said was on the other side (telling the medium) and wanting me to know who I had been and that the memories were right. Not turn my back on it, as I had done.
Another surprising source of proof to survive the time was her husband's love for words, many letters to her, and to other people, about her, and life, throughout their long lasting relationship and marriage (she was the first of the two to die). The family had saved them. Hers too. You can get a shock of how much and what is preserved. It was to me.
He was sort of unusual too. His reputation had been destroyed but he did have some lucky cards on his hand. She too had her lucky cards. He was still trouble walking through the door but one thing stood true and that was that he did have or learned to have his respect of her being as different as she was. Or I am. In a way. He was writing to her when they were not married, when her condition of depression was known to him. When I wonder if others would not want to write. Not want her as their friend. Not want her as their wife.
Mental diseases, mental greatness and the destruction of it existed as much back then too. Not all were locked away and had the key thrown away. They were people getting into admired positions and any other position as result from their mental and other conditions of life getting them there. I don't know if or what diagnoses would be on him had he lived today but I rest a sure they would come up with something. He had periods of something, as did she, but because they were different that way when having them, as too their mental illnesses were different from each other, they would, at the end of the day, be OK. From what I knew of before and what proof I found they lived 3 lives, two apart and one in common, because they were each others opposites some ways and the one life they had in common they were the same. From the look of it she found her way and knew what to not do or live and he let her to it, as her way of looking at things and being gave not only her the stability, but him stability.
I know from my memories that she was afraid too of the time she was living in, why she was the mom she was, why she did what she did to protect the family. Fears of the kind of power her husband had in his day, that any husband had, if he would use it the wrong way. She could not stand the wrong use of authority.
His mental illness I am not sure of what it was but it lead to him over doing anything, why his self medications, help, what kept him in line, what kept him roaming would on one side work only so and then be too much of it and get to be his foe instead. I knew of how his ways and temperaments were and then him getting back to normal. She did not have what he had. If she was only allowed to live life as she pleased she was good but she was sensitive and stubborn and knew what she could compromise and not. I knew he could make the most noise but at the end of the day he would subcumb to her, her ways, but she had to stay strong. She could not let herself be part of his circus. Not let him drag her into it. He knew it and she knew it. From the family's letters he describes as his stability when everything else was not. I know of their connection and why it was and how it was, as I too have lived through it this time too with the exact same soulmate. What I read (translated) of someone not knowing them well describing her was hurtful and that someone coming to the wrong conclusion. I know of their connection, what it was, but how to explain that to someone else and how do you grasp something like that, if lets say from a history book? But what is most important is the connection, the bond between one soulmate and the other. Is it up to that someone else to decide who we were, what was true or not, or what our true connection was?
When I saw pictures of one of their children, adult, I knew it was this child I had seen. I knew of the circumstances. I didn't need to be told. I could still see it.
In my past life I knew I could be in danger, he could be in danger, our family could be, because of the time and how people were, not all. I knew the rules. It is interesting how history books or self claimed experts can then claim this is the way everyone lived and these were the rules, so sorry, your memories and how you were don't fit in so there for it's fake. You neve were. He never was. Your life and everything is fake, fake, fake. This is what happened. This is how people were. Because that says the history books. That to me is more dangerous. I say heal what ever comes along if it is a painful memory or if it is your lucky charm your break through then it is and embrace it.
For me it is about the healing and understanding. It is about who you were, are, but about other soulmates too and why the relationships are what they are.