I don't really seem to remember items, but what I remember or seem to remember is how I died each past life, and each death affects certain parts of
my current personality.
1st. This was long ago, I am not even sure we (humans) even had names back then. Was wearing leather clothes, got separated and was alone in the
mountains, fell to my death. I currently have crippling acrophobia (fear of heights).
2nd. This is likely why I remember. I was a Monk, almost reached enlightenment, or was advancing, I remember the appearance of my teacher (who was an
enlightened master) and the stone temple we lived in. This is actually the one that makes me think these memories are real. I knew where the place was
before it was discovered, and I knew the area. It was excavated in 2013, I knew of it back in the 90s when I was a kid. So many people in my life,
especially when I was a kid and teenager, would say I had an old soul. I even remember as a kid in elementary school looking into the mirror at myself
and finding it so weird that I was in a young body again.
3rd. I was somewhere in Asia, was likely Asian, not sure the time frame, if I looked at list or pictures of styles or architectures of different time
periods I could maybe piece it together. I died in a sudden surprise fire trying to save people (city of tight wooden buildings). This I think is
where I get my chill attitude towards life events. Knowing to just take it as it goes, since suddenly you can die quiet horribly in unsuspecting ways.
But, I have a serious sadness when I can't save people, I am an empath, I feel peoples pain and can't stand seeing people in pain.
4th. I was a solider, it looked like the end of the roman or related era. Died in an ambush, spear through the chest, saving a religions/political
figure. This is where my big distrust of authority comes from, politicians, etc. They get us into messes and the normal people suffer. I would wake up
in pain in the morning, and I would have a red like scar appear on my chest where the spear went through. I even showed it to my brother and he could
see it, it would fade in a few hours, this was a reoccurring phenomenon until my early twenties.
Haven't though about this for years, then it was bugging me for some reason. Saw this thread on ATS and thought I would just add my experience here.
Some times sharing ones stories is good for the soul.
edit on 2-9-2020 by halfmask because: (no reason given)
edit on 2-9-2020
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