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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:58 am
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I've actually had some, er, random flashbacks that happened when I was meditating... In one, I was standing in a grassy field. There were soldiers there, or at least men with weapons of some kind, and someone in front of me (an advisor? an aide?) pointed toward them and said, "My lord, your troops are ready!" I've also discovered an interest in the Egyptian god Anubis and in Egyptian history in general, which I find very strange.... I really would like some help figuring out my past lives, mostly because I'm curious. I write poetry and creative fiction when I'm not in college, so the idea of past lives really does intrigue me. I'm just afraid that my imagination would "take over" and send me on some wild goose chase...
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 11:15 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 11:43 pm
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moon child Korealia you missed a 'field' for your poll. sometimes i think that instead of having past lives, perhaps we have memories like beehives. you know a beehive's bees know everything that's ever happened to its hive since the hive was created, regardless of the length of a life cycle of the bee? maybe we don't have past lives. maybe it's just one of those 'memories' of a collective consciousness which is stored in a particular body.. hmm.... stressed it's making my brain hurt. Ah, but can't past lives and collective consciousness coexist? smile
Law of paradoxes. mrgreen
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 6:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 1:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 7:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 8:20 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 7:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 1:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 9:58 pm
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Living on borrowed time,
I too believe in past lives/reincarnation. It was a bit odd, I was feeling dizzy in the shower one night (probably around midnight,) so I sat down at the bottom - right where the water fell - and hugged my knees to my chest. The room started spinning and I had to close my eyes, the hot water gradually became cooler, I could feel it - and so I waited with my eyes closed, watching.
I can't remember everything that I saw, but I remember what I felt - the emotions, the odd feelings. They felt like memories - so I asked a friend who is a druid, and he sparked my interest in this area.
The one memory that sticks out the most to me is of a forest that has a blue aura - everything is frozen except for the enormous wolf who lays there, sometimes he paces, sometimes he merely lifts his head as I visit him. I can tell he's bound, but I see no physical restraints.
-Shrugs,- it's odd. I think that sometimes these visions just come to you - and you know who you were in the past.
so I die tomorrow.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 4:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 5:38 am
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Last night I attended a workshop led by a man who's been helping people remember their past lives for almost 25 years. It was very cool. There weren't any one on one regressions, just a guided group meditation kind of thing.
I remembered a life in ancient Egypt, about 4000 years ago. My name was Anakitiru (don't know about the spelling). I was a female, about 18-20 years old, either royal, or noble, or had a high religious position. I could see what I was wearing in such detail it was amazing, I wish I could draw. Most of the rest were brief jumbled images that I couldn't sort out at the time, something to work on. There was a very clear image of some sort of staff, about 6 or 7 feet tall, made of branches twisted together like the snakes on the medical logos. The headpiece on the staff was a disc of translucent orange/brown/red stone, maybe carnelian. It was held by a man I couldn't see clearly but I didn't like him or was afraid of him or something. The only other clear image was that of myself looking at my reflection in a pond or a lake, and a little African boy was standing next to me.
I'm looking forward to doing more work on this!
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:02 am
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