If reincarnation is true, and we have an imput in our next life, what are your requests?

So here are my requests.

I'm a short male. Could I be a little taller next time?
I'm fairly smart. Please don't make me any less smart.
I don't mind switching gender, but after a life as a short non-macho male, I'd prefer to remain male for the next one.
I'm currently a vegetarian. I'd like to continue as a veggie in the next one.
I'd like to be more normal in a social sense in my next life. Less socially isolated.

My biggest request. Is there any way I don't have to come back?

How about you?

More smiles.
Simple request really.

I'll tell you one thing, I've had enough of being human, lol. Just make me the left leg of Voltron or something. Though, if I had a choice I rather not be reincarnated, at least not on Earth.

droid56
So here are my requests.

I'm a short male. Could I be a little taller next time?
I'm fairly smart. Please don't make me any less smart.
I don't mind switching gender, but after a life as a short non-macho male, I'd prefer to remain male for the next one.
I'm currently a vegetarian. I'd like to continue as a veggie in the next one.
I'd like to be more normal in a social sense in my next life. Less socially isolated.

My biggest request. Is there any way I don't have to come back?

How about you?

To pass this time around so I don't have to come back

I'd like to come back as the flu or maybe herpes

All I request is someone influential with a # ton of money to help out other people and maybe be involved in the government in a positive way. that is all.

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Watch this....


I think I'd like to get to the point where I don't come back.

Prison Planet...this is a long read, but it is awesome and explains things rather nicely for those who feel that reincarnation is the real deal.......

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.” “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.” “Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. “I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

THE EGG - Andy Wier

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If reincarnation is true, and we have an imput in our next life, what are your requests?

More life.

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being smart is a curse. You are able to figure out the scams of life and the powerlessness that comes with learning the great shaft job of the Elites.

Myself, I would ask to be not so smart, just smart enough to function.
Have MUCH wealth, be born into an old money family with connections.
This would allow me to be able be one of those rich jerks, always smiling, always happy knowing you are getting over on others and knowing that your house is bigger, clothes are nicer, bank account larger, and you get to jet set around all the nicest spots in the world.

That is it, pretty much. I am sick of being the poor guy, thrown into the hoardes of others to compete over the scraps of the rich. Life isnt worth much for 98% of the world.

I have seen the obscene wealth and how they enjoy the finest things from yachts to helicopters, servants to personal trainers, multi month epic vacations to exotic locales, etc.. That life is far better than the life of the average schlub driving a worn out car on payments, having nothing to pass on except maybe a house and a few hundred thousand. (the amount the rich kid blows yearly on having fun)

It's funny how many people who want to come back with different attributes other than what they already have, whatever that might be. These are the people who will indeed to be recardinated again, and again, until they learn.

Tasty food. Good brews.
Hot babes!
You know, the simple things..

The older I get,the more I realize I don't like the complicated, intolerant time I live in. I cannot fathom what life on earth will be like when my grandchildren are my age. I long to go back in time and experience the decades before this recent incarnation. I believe in my soul,that I would feel more complete. I think the only way for humanity to go forward,is to reconnect with the past.

I have very little but I'm blessed cause I have what matters: love, I don't care about anything else really.
So I won't request anything, I'll just work with what I'll get.

My request is not to be reincarnated at all.
I'm pretty sure I"ve been here a bunch of times already.
Earth is tiresome. Well .. the people and problems are.
At this point I'd rather not be 'incarnate' again. Stay etherial.

ETA ... If I have to come back I do have a few requests ... but I'll keep those to myself for now.

Like many others here, given what I know now, I would not want to come back. But that begs many questions.

The first issue is that I may not understand at all what this life thing is about. My perspective while alive is limited and I don't even know what I don't know. It may be true that once I'm dead I will have a greater understanding of life and reincarnation and the purpose of it all and therefore be quite compliant with whatever happens next even though, right now, I think it would suck.

The second issue is that the Other Side, i.e.: Whatever realm we enter next, could be a totalitarian state where you don't have a choice in what you do. We may be forced to endure many lives without any input on our part. Indeed, "we" may not even exist the way we think of existing now. The structure of Reality itself may force us into it, i.e.: No one may be individually responsible. It may be like needing to breathe oxygen to stay alive. I see no reason to suppose the next real is any sort of democracy where we all have an equal say. The whole idea of individual freedom may be anathema to the Other Side.

From my perspective today I don't like that. In fact, I'm wondering if there isn't an opposition party of "souls" who don't like the way things are run and are working to change it. In fact, the entire structure has to change. Right now it's well nigh impossible for humanity to really advance. It's as if THEY want to keep us in turmoil and prevent us advancing our knowledge by keeping the veil between us here on Earth separate from those on the Other Side (which is probably also on Earth, just at a higher vibration rate.) If WE are going to advance, we need to break those bonds and establish a scientifically verifiable communications medium. That, IMO, is the next big leap science will take, the ability to first understand that there IS an "Other Side" without condemning it to ridicule, and second, to establish communication and, eventually, even commerce and two-way travel.

Given the ET stories we have accumulated and the "high strangeness" aspect of them, I'm thinking those guys have figured all this out and are actively participating at that level, including manipulating us. Their "science" has advanced to the point where I believe our "science" needs to be. And until we get there, we are condemned to reside at this rather un-enlightened plane of existence to "learn lessons" our Masters have deemed necessary. Well, I'm not impressed.

Given what they put us through, I don't see the Masters as being particularly enlightened themselves. I liken them to kids in their Moms' basements manipulating us like avatars for their own benefit. They get points and credits as they "advance" us to the next "level," but from their perspective we, as avatars, have no intrinsic worth, no self-volition, no real life of our own. So, like Rossum's Universal Robots (the first sci-fi story in which the word "robots" was used) we need to fight for our own liberation against this tyranny.

That's my working hypothesis until proven otherwise.

A mitochondria or something similar

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I don't want to come back either.............except maybe as an elf.