(Centrelink is an Australian government agency for welfare and unemployment payments)

Could be a dream, but felt strongly like a vivid memory of another life:

I'm walking past a Centrelink building. A woman on the street tells me she's "got some work today," and she's clearly pleased about it. I feel glad for her. There's a sense that she'd been waiting a long time for it.

I join a queue. We're being handed out jobs. One of the organisers looks us over and says, "good looking bunch this round." I'm assigned dishwashing. Around me, others are given other types of cleaning work too — laundry, washing small items by hand.

Even though there's a heavy feeling of boredom and uselessness, I feel like I’m able to just roll with it, but part of me thinks “Oh surely looking for work is a better use of my time than this.”

I have this strongest feeling that I belonged to Kashmir in my past life
I feel obsessively weird (mixed- good and bad) even at the thought of going to Kashmir or the sound of valley
Although, after 30 years of my life i did go to Kashmir in 2024- the most i felt was just feeling of being lost and not that i belonged or anything. There was this weird realisation that kept creeping on to me that i have not seen everything - like may be we go there and here and then just somewhere random as if I was waiting for something to unfurl or click.
I don’t really know what it is or does it even exist really or is just in my head
In fact even when i see glimpses of Kashmir in movies I’m just so drawn and invested and this will be irrespective of the movie’s storyline- e.g fitoor, kashmir files, laila majnu (my most fav movie in the world), shikara, mission kashmir etc
Does this happen with anyone elsd ? Is there a way to figure this out ?

I am very disturbed in my life.

I would like to have some past life regression therapy

I have tried everything since last 10 years but nothing has worked to heal me.

I have been into different sorts of therapies but seems like I am still stuck in my life.

Can someone recommend if there are any free ast life regression therapies. Happy to do it online.

Thanks

So, I met someone a couple years ago I had an immediate connection with. We work together and he is taken so it freaked me out. But the first time we were together just us two, we spent the entire night laughing. It was like we had already known each other. Fast forward, we grew closer and he eventually admitted he had feelings, which I also felt. Nothing happened but we did have discussions about being sure we were together in a past life, an alternate universe, that our connection is so effortless, trusting, easy etc. It’s so good I don’t understand how it’s not meant to be.

I got a past life reading done and the reader said we had lived multiple past lives together, but they had all come to a tragic ending. There was always something keeping us apart, family’s at odds, married to someone else, illness, something that cut the time short. The story was always started but never finished, and that is why the feelings and connection are so intense. And that is the experience we are getting in this life too, and likely for lifetimes to come. She said if we were to be together, it would be challenging and difficult.

I want to understand this more. Is there a reason certain lives always have the same ending? Is there something I can do to change it? Or are we always destined to have a tragic ending? Any guidance would be helpful!

I found out from another past life regression session I did that I was once a Polynesian (Pacific Islands) sailor in around 1400s, from a huge family community. It was a very communal culture, we live together in a huge wooden house with high roof, all children are common responsibility of all adults, and children will be assigned adult mentors who might not be their parents.

In that life I was a sailor, I will go out to find other islands, find fishing grounds, who died alone out at sea on a traditional wooden boat in a storm. My community didn’t know where I went and that was why I had a strong sense of loneliness.

I was trying to trace the relationship of a stranger who I had profound connection with in this life. I tried the regression to find out who she was. She was my mentee / student who looked up to me in that life. Back then she was a child when I was a young adult.

Today I went back to that life successfully. I thought if I can stop that past me from going out to sea that day I wouldn’t die then. Then my sense of existential loneliness will lessen.

I evoked that strangers current life name and I told her to try to stop me from going out. She told past me that she wanted to talk that afternoon and that the men of the community were having a music performance she wanted to watch with me.

I was determined to go to sea. She was a child there’s limited things she can do to affect past me. So I decided to voice out. I told my past self not to go out to sea, that I will die, and that I am a future self. Past me was shocked but decided to stay on land. He watched the men perform the music. The storm came but he was safe since he was on land.

The life did a fast forward and past life me got married, and I attend my students wedding when she got married. I passed away as an established elder with family around instead of alone at sea.

Hello,

Weird stuff has been happening in my life for years. Weird stuff happening in my life. Like lots of changes with people. I’m wondering about body swapping and people being able to like take away your personality’s and abilities.

I used to be able to eat and taste things and smell things better than I have been. When I was young my ‘mom’ would go look then she would shove cough syrup and eye drops in my eyes.

I was forced to run away from home then I ended up at this firefighters place and they said something medical and to just nod my head. Then this cop came in and all the sudden the fighter fighters appeared with their fortunes and everything moving everything around.

Now people keep asking me what I have been doing.
And one time this person mentioned something about souls being stole and talked about how oh she sounds amazing talking about how this woman was going off.

Is there more info on like the spiritual realm and spiritual stuff. I’m confused on life and all these changes and everything.

Guys, I genuinely need your opinion because I don't know what to make of this.

For the past few weeks, I've been feeling really strange, and I can't explain it.

It feels like a part of my memory is just... missing. Not like I forgot where I put my keys, but like there's something important that I should remember and I just can't. It's honestly hard to put into words.

I've also been having very vivid dreams. The weird part is that I forget almost all of them after I wake up, but I remember the emotions so clearly. I know there was someone in those dreams.

In one of them, there was a man. I can't remember his face at all, but I remember the way I felt when I looked at him. I remember thinking about how much love was in his eyes, and I remember the feeling in my own heart when I looked back at him. That's how I know what I felt, even though I can't remember his face anymore.

The only scene that keeps replaying is us being separated. It felt like he was trying to save me, there were a lot of people around us, something bad was happening, and then... a promise. I don't know what the promise was, but I keep feeling like I made one.

The other day I looked at the moon and suddenly started crying. There wasn't even a reason. It just felt like I was remembering something that I couldn't actually remember.

Another thing that's been bothering me is that whenever I even think about dating or getting into a relationship, something inside me immediately says, "No. Don't." It's not fear. It's not anxiety. It feels like every part of me is resisting it.

The best way I can describe it is that my body is here, but my soul feels like it's desperately

trying to go somewhere else. Like there's a calling I can't hear properly, but I can feel it. It's such a strong feeling that it actually scares me sometimes.

I know this probably sounds weird, and maybe I'm overthinking it. Maybe it's stress, maybe it's my subconscious, maybe it's just dreams.

But another part of me keeps wondering... what if this is connected to a past life? What if that feeling of a promise isn't just my imagination? I know that sounds unbelievable, but I honestly don't know how else to explain what I'm feeling.

I haven't made any promise in this life that would explain why I feel this way. Yet deep inside, it feels like I already promised someone that I'd wait. Like there's someone out there, and for some reason my heart keeps telling me not to move on because of that promise.

It also feels like a part of me is missing. Not physically—just... something inside. Like I'm incomplete, but I don't know what I'm missing.

Has anyone ever experienced anything even remotely similar?

Do you think this is just my brain creating a story from emotions and dreams? Could it be stress or something psychological? Or has anyone else ever felt something that made them question whether it was connected to a past-life memory?

I'm genuinely confused, and I don't know whether I should brush it off or try to understand why these feelings keep coming back. I just want to know if I'm the only one who's ever felt something like this.

When i was a kid i used to have this series of crystal clear recurring dreams which felt real(as in i was there in first person perspective) just like how we see.
I think i was a respected soldier/general. I remember have rusty bronze armour with two swords in my kilt.
I remember being in war seeing my brother die in my arms seeing people die and suffer. I couldnt show emotion thinking that if i did what will happen to my soldiers. I used to lay in the hot air outside and cry before sleeping thinking about my brother and my comrades.

The most clear dream that i used to get is what i probably think how i died.
This is the dream which i have used to with the most clarity and detail in my childhood.

It was a crescent moon night and i was asleep in my barracks with my soldiers.
Suddenly there is constant ringing of bells and soldiers screaming.
The city is under attack,people screaming, soldiers getting up hastily and going to grab their weapons as soon as possible and going to fight in the raging city.
The city is on fire. The very home that i had protected with so many sacrifices was on fire.

I get armed and lead my soldiers to battle. The city gate was long gone.I order my man to go to the palace to protect the king and the royal family.
We get overwhelmed but i don’t give up.
Me and my soldiers make up our way killing the enemies.

This next sequence i remember with the most detail
And iv had multiple dreams of this one sequence.

We reach to the outskirt of the palace.
Fire raging everywhere,people dead in the street
and whoever was left alive screaming.

At this point i only have around 10 men with me.
I hear a scream of a little girl,
I instruct my soldiers to go to the palace and i will be coming shortly.

I had a good friend who was alive who followed me as well.
We both navigate towards the screaming
A house/hall which had a narrow entrance but then a very big open yard/area where the enemies were beheading women.

At the entrance there were two soldiers who we(me and my soldier friend) dealt with quickly .
We make way to yard sneakily trying not to get noticed but then i hear a swoosh sound and the next thing i see is my friend having an arrow in his neck.
His armour protects him but he is hurt badly .
I try to get ourselves in cover but i feel immense pain in my body- i got shot by two arrows one in my right side chest and one in the abdomen.
My armour protects me but i feel my body getting weaker.

We know that we are outnumbered but the voices of the screaming girls make us forget about our pain and charge into the yard/open area.

I slash my sword with all the might i have and kill 3 enemies.
My friend also kills 2.

Then what i see breaks me.
The last girl is also beheaded in front of me.

I go in a rage and charge at the men
(There were around 10 men) with shields.

I take down one and the next thing i see is my friend has been stabbed by three swords.
The enemy in front of me has a shield- in a frenzy i try to remove it with my left hand but i see it getting slashed and see blood evrywhere.
My armour has yet again protected but the pain grows.
I overpower him and throw his shield at the men who were dealing with my friend.
I behead the enemy in front of me.

The last thing i feel is having two swords go through my body.
I lay there seeing my friend’s lifeless body and the girls that were dead as the last thing.
I beg for forgiveness to the people i wasnt able to save and then it goes black.

I used to have these dreams in childhood.
Whenever i used to dream of my past life i always used to get up while crying.

The dreams stopped when i grew older.
But recently i had another dream.

This time not of war but of a waterfall.
I used to go there with someone i cant remember of it was a women or a man.
But i used to go there on horseback.
Used to lay there in peace and harmony.
Used to hunt whatever i could find be it fish from the river or some wild hog.
This was the first instance i had a dream about this place.

Im sure it is the same person as i had a scar on my right hand.

I recently worked online with woman I will call Delia.

She went into deep trance, theta state where Higher Self can speak through person and show things normal human mind cannot find.

At first Delia felt something tight around stomach. Like brown rubber band squeezing her from inside. Higher Self showed this was resistance and self-sabotage created by mind.

When beings of Light started cutting this band, suddenly everything changed.

She found herself in another lifetime. She was woman in her thirties, living with violent husband who sexually abused her. One day he became drunk and very angry, and he stabbed her. She died there.

We stopped scene and watched everything from safe distance. Archangel Michael removed dark influence around husband. Her body from that life was cleansed, honoured and given proper burial.

But then Delia noticed something very strange.

Physical body died maybe hundreds years ago. But her subtle energy body was still ripped and torn.

Especially around chest and lungs, it looked badly damaged. Like fabric ripped apart. Beings of Light opened this area and started repairing it, almost like energetic surgery. They were rebuilding layer after layer.

Delia has asthma and problems with breathing in present life. While they worked, she felt huge amount of energy moving around chest and lungs. After it was finished, she said she felt extremely light. Like very old weight was finally removed.

Her Higher Self also told her to stop vaping.

Vaping was not only hurting physical lungs. It was making her more foggy and confused energetically. She had problems knowing what was intuition and what was anxiety or fear. She used vaping to calm herself, but actually it was making inner confusion stronger.

We understand physical body can be damaged. Bones can break, organs can suffer, scars stay.

But ppl forget we also have subtle bodies. These bodies can also be injured by trauma, violence, abuse or sudden death. And sometimes physical body is gone long time ago, but energetic wound is still there.

Then in next life this damage may appear as physical symptoms, fear, anxiety, breathing problems, strange pressure or feeling something is wrong without clear reason.

Of course asthma still need normal medical care. Spiritual healing and medical help can work together.

But sometimes doctor is treating physical symptom from this life, while Higher Self is repairing injury that happened hundreds years before.

When old trauma was released and subtle body repaired, Delia was not carrying pain of that murdered woman anymore.

Her body could finally stop remembering the wound.

How many past lives do I have? Am I an old soul that has reincarnated many times or am I just starting out. Im trying to ask my higher self but I don't get clear answers.

I've had an experience that's stayed with me ever since my daughter was born two years ago.

The moment she came out and I saw her for the first time in the labour ward, I was overwhelmed by this deep sense of familiarity. It wasnt just the instant love that people often describe. It genuinely felt like I already knew her. Not in the sense of recognizing her face, but almost like being reunited with someone??

Its a difficult feeling to put into words.

Even now, I feel incredibly drawn to her. Sometimes I wonder if Im overly attached because the bond feels so intense, and I still cant shake that feeling of familiarity that I had the very first moment I saw her.

I'm genuinely curious whether anyone else has experienced something similar. And if you were ever to get any more clarity of your relationship before?

Ever since I was a very young kid I was very fascinated and almost reverent towards freight trains. I’d always ask my mom to roll down the window when I was in the backseat to hear the horn and the ground rumble, roll it down when I could sit in the front seat, when I rode a bike I’d stop specifically and get as close as I can to the tracks. Even now as an adult I get a surge of adrenaline when I hear a freight train roar and zoom by.

I was 15 years old when I first went to a Holocaust museum. I approach a replica cargo container and feel utterly disturbed, inside I felt like I’m being jam packed like sardines and I get sick to my stomach. That was one of the most memorable experience I’ve had at that age, the feeling of familiarity of the train cargo container.

I go to a different Holocaust museum at age 22 and again I feel a sense of familiarity with the container, that sinking feeling in my stomach. Except that time I had a better understanding of my Eastern European, Czechia heritage and that there were train routes through those Slovak and Czech territories. I see the name Theresienstadt on a map and I’m startled, it seems familiar to me too.

They are all very fuzzy feelings of familiarity, like waking up from a weird bad dream. Maybe I could have been a young child that suffocated in a train.

I also feel a close connection to Judaism and I attend services, seriously considering and wanting to convert.

Just venting! Hoping someone else also feels the same way.

OK, so I know I’m gonna sound like a crazy person but trust me when I say you have no reason or benefit to making up this story but really I just wanted to put this out there in case anybody has any information that would help verify that this was an actual experience that I have and some weird altered reality or dream.

I have also conceited this Mabye a past life experience or even an alternate dimension situation and I know I sound so crazy, but like it feels so real and it’s hard for me to even know if it’s true or not.

For context, I grew up in a very chaotic household and went with treated ADHD and dysgraphia majority of my life, along with anxiety, depression, and lots and lots of trauma. So it’s needless to say that I remember about 50% of my upbringing.

when I was young, I hung out with a long guys, I was an early bloomer and had an idea of what kind of guys I wanted to date, there was a few simple rules to this , they all played guitar and they all had good hair. We talked about a bonus.

As a young teenager, I wasn’t very hard to impress, but I like to party, and wanted to be part of the music scene. I hung out with a group of what we would call metal heads and hippies I was constantly trying to fit in. After me and my boyfriend at the time has split up, still occasionally hung out with these type of people one of them was A guy named Jon randomly one day who’s talking with me about how cool it would be to the burning man festival, it was somthong I had always wanted to do.

he started to tell me about how his dad had a friend whose son went one time and ended up taking way too much drugs , mostly pot , shrsnand brownies , but what really ended up taking the cake is that he Did a bunch of acid too.

My friend had secondhand story, but I do remember it fairly, him saying that his parents were there too and they gave him all the drugs to hold on to because at the time he was a minor and that way if he was to get stopped he wouldn’t get in as much trouble. I remember actually thinking that that was kind of a clever idea, but also sort of Low of his parents, (mind you at the time I didn’t know the relationship or what their personal boundaries are).

I remember thinking how stupid that was because if you get caught that they were obviously going to still talk to his parents.

apparently, he had almost died and had to get his stomach pumped because he got paranoid and thought that people were following him and wanting to jump him since he had a backpack, he thought people were going to try to steel the stash and he was going to get in shit.

I specifically remember my friend telling me about how he couldn’t finish school that year because of the incident, or he was gonna finish school late or something or maybe something along those lines but this must’ve been in grade 10ish.

I also distinctly remember that he showed me a picture of him and I thought he was really cute, kinda chubby cheeks and I couldn’t really tell his high , he had what I would say “Justin Bieber” hair dusty blonde but a little more emo.

I asked my friend for his MSN so we could chat, or remember he was from the states and he knew my friend through either like a band camp or like a guitar school thing some kind of extracurricular.

I remember adding him and we chatted for a bit, I remember that he had a really long MSN name with a lot of emojis. And his display picture was maybe like in black and white and he had a hat on with the beak of the hat pointing straight up.

I specifically remember him showing me a picture of himself with a steam punk styled hat, and I thought that was kind of cringe and then when I found out, he was a year younger than me I almost lost complete interest because of course on your teenager one year feels like 10.

I remember him being very proud of this steam punk hat and he would talk about it a lot and show me that he had a few few other ones. Told me that his mom was mad at him about school and he wasn’t really allowed to do much all summer, but that him and his parents were gonna go on a vacation together.

we talked about convers out of all things and how it was the only shoes I wore and he said he liked vans too. we both seemed to share the same kind of ”soft emo“ aesthetic at the time and I was really liked talking to him.

He told me that he wanted to be a DJ which I thought was a very interesting for somebody of his age to want to be especially since from what I knew he liked metal music ( at least thats what I thought sense that the crowd I met him through)

I also remember being really upset with him becasue we talked so much for a few weeks and then all of a sudden I felt like he ghosted me bur didn’t take me off MSN just kinda disappeared.

I also remember being upset becasue afterwards I ended up low key stocking his profile and seeing that there was a girl liking alot of his stuff and when I followed the bread crumbs it brought me to his girl friend, a girl with long blonde hair and a thick bang, she looked preppy and not somone I could ever think he would be into.

I remember thinking he was a “cheater“ or a f boy but later he explained that they had broken up but were still friends.

the reason I was so upset about this too is because I remember him asking me to send him spicy pics and I did but nothing too crazy, just like me in my underwear without my face type thing and he always wanted more.

I felt like he kinda dropped off as soon as he wasn’t really getting any better pics from me.

I remember when we talked I kept thinking he was making stuff up becasue all this crazy stuff he was saying specificity about the time he was at burning man seemed fake. but I also heard follow up details about it from our one uncommon friend.

what I remember the most was that he was really hyper, lots of energy, and he mentiond would talk about biking with his boys Mabye even a cousin on dirt roads in the woods or somthing if that makes sense. like doing tricks and filming it for youtube.

I remember him even sending me links to his YouTube channel and i remember in one video he was smoking.

I kinda remember him saying somthing about him and friends making rap music and beatboxing, or like making a “makeshift“ recording studio just to mess around too, he showed me pictures of the area and lit just kinda looked like a bedroom.

I know he had a small dog too, he had pictures with it, it was shaggy gray mabye if I’m remembering and also liked to show me all the different colors of bandannas he had.

I wish I could remember more but I’m really just wanting to know if anyone that knew him personally, esp from when he as young could let me know if any of these details make sense or back up my own memory? at the time I never thought that there was a possibility I was being catfished with a semi-famous or upcoming famou person, but there is a possibility.

I also like to note that I had no idea who he was when we were talking, like not even a little bit .

A friend told me something a few years ago that I have never really forgotten. He met someone for the first time and said,

"I know this sounds weird... but it didn't feel like meeting a stranger. It felt like meeting someone I had forgotten."

No explanation. No romance. Just a strange sense of familiarity.

I have heard similar stories from other people too. Some talk about places they have never visited but somehow feel like home. Others describe an instant connection or even an instant dislike with someone they have just met.

Maybe it's psychology. Maybe it's pattern recognition. Or maybe spiritual traditions are pointing to something we have forgotten.

Many traditions say the mind forgets, but the soul remembers.

I honestly don't know the answer.

But I do wonder...

Have you ever met a person or visited a place that felt strangely familiar for no logical reason?

I would genuinely love to hear your experience.

I use to have massive meltdowns and weird sleep paralysis when I was younger. Something felt like it was me not feeling like my family were my real family. They are also toxic so maybe it’s past life karma?

Hello i am a autistic teenager,

I have loved vintage things for as long as i can remember, when i was idk 6-9 i was OBSESSED with the dresses and general look of the 1900s/1910s

I have always been a weird kid, always tried to look pretty and literally refused to wear pants ever since i could speak because it was "unladylike" i find everything post early 1960s revolting.

Now my parents love AI, modern clothes ect and could not care even a little bit about being seen as elegant.

as i said i am autistic and the 1920s is a big interest so i engage with media from then a LOT, whenever i watch/listen to or look at a object/pic from 1920s-1940s certain things give me some weird heavy feeling that things from the 1950s+ don't give me, i don't know if this is just my interests projecting onto me or smth real, i do LOVE the 1950s so much even my favourite film is from then but it feels more just the aesthetic..

i am genuinely deppressed about living in the 2020s/2010s and it occupies my thoughts most of the day every day.. i sleep next to a model of a vintage phone and radio on my nightstand, i have my hair/makeup like that era too (unreleated but win-win bc i look like clara bow) and spend ALL day with my headphones playing music from the 1920s-40s to try to soothe my anemoia..

so is this may be a past life or just my special interest??

I had a spiritual awakening last year and found out I was reincarnated. Why can I only remember what race I used to be in my last incarnation? I want to know more how do I learn more?

I’m really curious about the idea of past lives how people remmeber them or how those flshbacks even happen, but I’m struggling to understand the difference between a real 'memory' and just a vivid dream. Its like this is my first time living, yet I keep having these incredibly violent, recurring nightmares about murder and being hunted. They are so far from my actual personality that I’m confused could these be 'echoes' of a past life, or is my subconscious just trying to process something else? How do people actually distinguish between the two😭How do people even figure out they’ve lived before? Is it like a sudden flashback or something else?

Hello. I am an 18-year-old young man, and I would like to know more about prenatal contracts.

A year ago, I stepped away from the so-called "manosphere" thanks to a therapist who introduced me to spirituality and the awakening of consciousness. That marked a turning point in my life and in my perspective on it. I would like to hear your thoughts on this experience and know if it was something my soul had planned.

This experience taught me unconditional love—that people deserve to be loved regardless of their money or appearance—and it taught me tolerance and empathy.

I had a friend in high school who I met and connected with instantly.

Unfortunately, I am queer (aro-ace) and she is straight.

I ended up telling her I liked her, but at the time I’d thought I was bisexual and now six years later I identify as aro-ace.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but I don’t think I was supposed to tell her as per our contract. I think I felt the string get cut, or the contract be broken.

Is that bad? Am I never going to be with her soul again? Did I mess up any future lives with her? What about past lives, if time isn’t linear?