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Nick

Hi Curly,

Welcome to the Astral Pulse! [:)] There are a lot of great people here and many topics to read and post on. With respect to your post you mention that you started "having past life memories". How did this come about? Were you dreaming, meditating, etc.?

There are a couple of other forums you may want to explore as well. I would probably post the part about the lucid dream in our Lucid Dream forum. With respect to the past life memories, maybe the General Metaphysics forum, if you believe it is a psychic event. These are just a couple of suggestions intended to help get some members to respond. [;)] Sometimes breaking the post down and moving it to a different spot helps.


Very best,
"What lies before us, and what lies behind us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us...." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Curly

Hi, everybody. I'm new here. I've been lurking here on this site for about a month because about a month ago, I started having past life memories at the age of 23. I always felt jealous of my brother and sister because they always talked about "When I was a grown man"(my brother)... or "When I was thrown off the bridge by the Redcoats.."( my sister)... I always wanted to remember but felt that deep down inside, I had been happy with the way my last life was lived and there weren't many traumatic events for me to remember. I had a deep sense of satisfaction. Until recently...
  I believe that I've met someone that I knew in a past life and knowing him now has triggered the memories for me. He is not my boyfriend, not even a close friend, which is why I feel slightly unsettled. He is a very nice person... we work together at a local theater... but I never had a crush on him... I just thought he was nice. One night, I had a very lucid dream that I was living in the English countryside on a very large estate. I was waiting for my husband to come in from hunting or fishing... I really can't recall, but he was not inside the house. I was sitting in the drawing room talking to a friend when he came in. To my surprise (the waking side of me was surprised... my 'dream' self was not), the guy who I know from the theater came in and I knew him instantly as my husband. He told me that he had gotten into an argument with someone and he was going to have to have a gun duel with them. As he walked toward the drawer in which he kept his gun, I stopped him and told him that I wouldn't let him behave in such a foolish way because I loved him too much. When I told him that I loved him, warmth just enveloped me.
  My dream flashed forward and I was being shown two small boys who had gotten hurt somehow. They were in our house. We still lived on the estate... I knew that the boys' parents had been killed in the accident that brought them to our home. In my dream, I also knew that I couldn't have children and I didn't want the boys to leave but I knew we had to send them to London so they could receive further medical care. A couple of our servants were going to take the children to the train station but my husband and I decided that we were going to. We were able to actually carry the children onto the train and get them situated. The car that we put the children on was full of other children and I remember telling a little girl with blond hair not to make fun of the little boy I carried because he felt very bad about his appearance.
 We watched the train depart from the platform and I could feel the heat on my shins and the rumble in my feet. Then, I woke up.
  I've never really felt any special longing to go to England (my father's side of the family is from there). I've never had an affinity to the very early 20th Century, when my dream took place. In my dream, however, I felt love. I woke up with this thought in my head "I know now that I've been loved". I am beginning to remember a lot more. I don't know if he said something to me that triggered these memories or what... But they're here now.
  And in this life, there is a possibility that I won't be able to bear my own children. I just am not sure what to do... Do I just live with the memories? I don't want to erase them, obviously. But now I find myself longing for this person. What's up with me? I'm kinda confused... any thoughts?