have you seen your past life?

[yondaime109]

during your travels?

[the8reader]

good question. abut mostly depends on if you have the intent to look back at your past or go ahead of your time and see what will be. doing this is for advanced ap'ers i would say anyway. because there is alot in your way so to speek when trying to do this. the first big step is just aping with total control. second is remembering what you set out to do. third is trying to find a way to your past or c it. some people make a tv or a screen to c it. this is not easy and all while you are doing this you could forget what you wanted to c in the first place and see something entirly diff. sooo if you manage to do all this and c your past life great. but have fun makin any sence of it when you come back or keeping clarity to watch the whole thing.. do and have people seen there past, YES! they have is it true or right. YES AND NO! is it more of a feeling maby who knows. just my thoughs on it.

so if your looking to look back at who u used to be and you are new to aping, then you have set a great goal. a long one but a good one.

[desert-rat]

As I remember in one of Robert Monroe's books while out of body    he met people that told him that he was a monk in one of his past lives.  On the relaxation tapes some of the methods are the same .   Then you either feel your astral body slip out , or see your self in a past life .   desert rat  
p.s. I can post some links if asked

[sac_boy]

As a child I had dreams of drowning--the same few seconds of a memory, slipping down into the dark, arms raised, calm. Always just fragments.

About 10 years ago now I had one of the most intense meditation experiences of my life. I was a student; I had the house to myself for the weekend so it was dark and quiet. I'd been APing for a couple of years, but was focussing 'inward' for a while to build control. I was laying in my back, focussing on the sensation of my hands moving up and down on my chest as I breathed, when I felt myself slip out of my body and float about six inches above it. I decided not to go roving about...I kept my focus. In seconds I was elsewhere.

My 'self' faded away. It was a mask...a line drawing of a face, fading into a dot, on a warm orange background. I'm describing this as a 2D image but really it was beyond dimensionality--a new form of space, or a far older one. The 'dot' that was me joined thousands of other dots in a grid. "Huh," I thought, and turned my attention to a nearby dot.

It was immediately, instinctively apparent that I was at some sort of switchboard of lives, and all of these dots were forms and instances of existence.

The dot grew into a line drawing of a face.

I dived into the face.

-------------zzzzzip---

I'm on a ship. It's cold. I see red lead paint bubbling on rusted steel.

I am a prisoner, one of about ten to fifteen other prisoners, and we are on the lower deck. We're being transported somewhere. We're wearing thick coats. I'm sitting with my back against a low wall on the edge of the deck. Above us are men with automatic rifles. I remember one man specifically...smoking, looking down at me. Long hair, dirty white vest. We're all Asian. My fellow prisoners are sitting opposite to me, against the cabins below the bridge of the ship. They look totally disheartened.

I start a song. Just five notes...five words...a chant. My friends (brothers!) urge me to stop. It's forbidden. But the song is ours, it's a song about hope and impermenance. I stand and sing it. They shout down from above and wave their guns, but what can they do? They'll never stop this song. I pity them. I sing louder. The others sing.

One shot from above. Through the shoulder and out through my rib cage. The song goes on. I fall over a chain and into the water. There is no pain, just calm, pity, release. My hands are above me...I see the surface of the water, the dull shape of the ship. I'm still singing as I sink. I know what's happening. I've seen this before. I'm not here at all. I'm--

---------back in the orange space--

--back in my body

I LEAP out of bed. I can still sing the song. I cry for a while at the immensity of it all. I can just about hum the song. I make a sandwich...I forget the song. Only an impression remains.

I remember the childhood dream of drowning...turns out it is a snapshot of a few seconds of that life.

Who were we? Where were we going? I have no idea. I have the vague idea that we were an outlawed monastic order but that may be coloured by conjecture. Sure as anything, I died from drowning after a gunshot, and I was somebody who was well beyond caring about another death.

Was it a past life? Yeah, I think so. I can still see the expression on one man's face as the shot rang out. I didn't believe in past lives before then.

Only other memory from that life surfaced at the same time...remembered as I sank...I'm a child, walking along a well-worn trail on a grassy hill, behind a young girl in a dirty blue-white skirt.

[yondaime109]

That sounds Beautiful! I think i was asian in a past life too i feel such a connection to that area.