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 lost my baby last May 2026, and the reason why I joined this group about re-incarnation hoping my baby's soul will come back to me if I get pregnant again. I read comments about babies who were re-incarnated and took a slide from heaven choosing their parents, places in heaven that are divided like countries on earth which I thought of before joining the group, and shocked that someone said it in the comments, so it was real? They said that life is like a game.

Throughout my life, especially the last ten years, I've experienced random 'sense memories' specific to animals. I remember flying in a very specific way, and making a specific call. After research, I think maybe osprey, but I'm not positive. I also remember having hooves and antlers, and shedding these antlers. It felt kind of like losing a tooth as a kid. Very satisfying. I remember being a wild canid of some time, likely a wolf or coyote. My whole life I've always wanted to be a cat, but I don't know if that means I was one or not.

I do have memories of one human lifetime as a Native American woman in the Southwest. Not sure what time period. I've also felt a strong connection to Paleolithic humans and other early human species such as Neanderthals.

The current way of life in this modern world feels incredibly foreign to me. Modern society, cities, capitalism, it's just not the way humans should be living, I think. I think I might feel this way because of spending most of my past as an animal, and the only human life that I'm aware of, was in a band of hunter gatherers.

The only thing that doesn't fit with this is my current life experiences. My mental health is so incredibly garbage and I have existential OCD which is awful. It would make more sense for me to have these issues at this level if it had built up over multiple lifetimes. The only thing that's kept me from killing myself now is knowing I'll have to do it all over again. But I have no memories of past mental illness. Even in my one human life, I was happy and well adjusted. I suffered loss and grieved, but no mental illness.

I don't know, this is a bit of a rant. Has anyone else experienced multiple previous animal lives? Feeling more connection to the animal world than the human one (I know we're all connected, but you know what I mean)? Or current mental health not making sense with previous life context?

Have you ever felt like you were someone of importance or well known like royalty or an actress etc… in a past life? I have always felt a strong pull towards Catherine the great of Russia - I remember watching a video on her in high school social studies and I’ll never forget how familiar she felt to me. It’s stuck with me my entire life.

You DO NOT EVER DIE.
You will not die - only your body dies

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.

the other day, I posted here asking about whether or not folks have had “signs” from their spiritual guardians. well I think I had one last night!

I was toward the end of my 5hr-long drive back home—escaping from my apartment and a devastating breakup to be back with family, and to drop off my sister’s cat there before I go off on a spontaneous vacation to the east coast.

as I was driving, a white bird flew dangerously close to my car. I hit the brakes and the bird landed safely in the left lane, its head facing my headlights so I got a good look at its face. lo and behold, it was a white owl!

I was crying on and off during the whole drive, and I felt like my heart was in pieces. I was absolutely devastated having to let the love of my life go, and the last several months of our relationship had been so rocky. I kept asking for a sign that everything was going to be okay, that this was for the best.

I looked it up today, and a white owl is said to represent “inner wisdom, spiritual illumination, and transformation.” I know the relationship had to end for me to begin this new chapter—to heal, to explore the world, and to find myself again.

today I’m packing and will be heading to NYC this week for the first time. I’ve always dreamt of visiting. I can’t wait to see what my future holds, now that I am my priority. I don’t want to let anyone change that again.

Hello! I am new here and quickly scanned titles for a thread that resonates with me and my story. I saw several threads with the same theme of discontent. I just want to be one of those to say it is going to be ok. This life my soul chose rest. I chose love and peace. This life is not heaven, but it’s as close to heaven on earth that I got to pick. The future is yours and it can be as bright as you choose. Stay positive.

Based on the NDE research and people like Delores Cannon and Michael Newton, are souls that commit suicide going to reincarnate into an equally hard life next time in order to learn whatever your soul originally came here to learn?

Les quelques lignes suivantes viennent s'ajouter aux flux automatiques qui peuplent mes instants:

C’est une âme errante ensevelie par les temps. Son cercueil s’est refermé sur sa beauté intérieure : il a vaincu la mort sans respirer pendant quelques heures. L’histoire est farfelue ? Allez donc voir les griffures sous la pierre tombale !

Comme le méditant qui enveloppe l’instant par des cercles compris, l’apnéiste descend son rythme cardiaque jusqu’à l’extinction des sens.

Ce vieil homme n’avait plus croisé l’œil des liens affectifs depuis la disparition de sa femme. Les mots sombraient dans l’oubli et la mort le dévorait consciemment. Il fuyait l’autre et se cloîtrait dans sa ferme délabrée. Les visions apparurent à la lueur d’une bougie : la pièce s’auréola d’un halo d’étincelantes étoiles et l’homme les accompagna hors du temps. L’âme le gratifiait de l’expérience de mort imminente mais l’époque n’en avait cure.

Le cimetière du petit village alsacien est hanté mais son locataire est un gardien d’étoile presque lue.

President Abraham Lincoln died at 7:22 a.m. on April 15, 1865, shot the night before by John Wilkes Booth as he watched a play at Ford's Theatre. But according to more than a century of testimony from White House staff, First Ladies, foreign royalty, and at least one wartime prime minister, Lincoln never really left.

The first widely reported sighting came from First Lady Grace Coolidge, who in 1927 said she saw a tall figure standing at a window in the Yellow Oval Room, hands clasped behind his back, staring out over the Potomac. She recognized him instantly as President Abraham Lincoln.

Fifteen years later, Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands was staying at the White House when she heard a knock at her bedroom door late at night. She opened it and found a man in a frock coat and top hat standing in the hallway. She fainted on the spot.

Winston Churchill's encounter is the most quoted. Fresh from a bath, cigar in hand and nothing else, he walked into his bedroom and found Lincoln leaning against the mantle. Churchill, unfazed, is said to have removed the cigar from his mouth and greeted him: "Good evening, Mr. President. You seem to have me at a disadvantage." Lincoln reportedly smiled and vanished.

The sightings weren't limited to famous guests. Eleanor Roosevelt never claimed to see him outright but said she felt his presence throughout the building, and that the family dog, Fala, would sometimes bark at nothing in particular near the Lincoln Bedroom. Mary Eben, Roosevelt's secretary, said she once saw him sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on his boots, and ran from the room screaming. A White House valet reportedly did the same.

Footsteps in the hallway outside the Lincoln Bedroom have been reported by staff for decades, including by Lillian Rogers Parks, who wrote about them in her 1961 memoir. Margaret Truman said she heard knocking at the bedroom door as a young woman staying there; her father, President Truman, said the same thing happened to him.

The last known sighting was in the early 1980s, when a White House operations foreman named Tony Savoy said he saw a man sitting in a chair at the top of a staircase, and recognized him at once.

What's striking isn't just the number of sightings but who's doing the reporting: a queen, a wartime prime minister, a first lady, career White House staff who had no obvious reason to make things up. Few American ghost stories have this many credible witnesses attaching their names to it. Ghost Abraham Lincoln proves that ghosts have longer lifespans compared to human beings. And it is important to understand that those who saw this ghost were not ordinary people, and those important people had no necessity to lie.

My face literally says Isaiah on it
This is only for schizophrenics((or)the ones who remember)
Pretty sure I’m Isaiah.
Time travel and everything you see in movies is real from magic to speedsters…
My spirits and souls are in pain as am I
Isaiah = Isa (Islams Jesus Christ)
I believe every religion other than, old testament Christianity, Islam and maybe Buddhism/hinduism et cetera (I’m only 23 I’m still learning about the 2 religions I follow) were put there through time travel to hurt the world
Spiritual warfare IS VERY REAL…
Don’t ever get scared around someone you don’t trust YOU hold it in and don’t get scared that’s what I’ve been taught…
My snap is t7ylan if you would like to talk more or think you know anything

I’m also pretty sure I’m King Arthur although I don’t have a sword 🤷‍♂️

I've been connecting to one of my lifetimes as a man in the future. It sounds weird but it is almost as we are simultaneously questioning our gender and sexuality. I am a woman, but my future incarnation seems to remember a lot more about me than I remember of him. I’ve been shown things about my sexuality and gender identity, and confusion around it as myself and as him. I think we have “shared” dreams as well. Yesterday I dreamt that we had a metal rod through our heart and could not breathe, and also that there was a dark wall between us and we screamed each other's name through the wall trying to reach each other. I am not sure what it means but it seems something is not quite as good as it should be. Does anyone know how two different lifetimes can connect to each other? And is there any work that can be done to bring two different lifetimes into deeper connection? 

I’ve been struggling with the thought of death and what happens after. I have been struggling with the thought of how my loved ones would feel if something happened to me, more so my kids. And it’s been a constant thought of mine for the past week, really all my life. I know it’s not an uncommon fear as everyone tries to put meaning to life with religion or what they want to follow. The past couple days I’ve been on Reddit reading about reincarnation (which is something I want to be real because I don’t think it’s fair we only have one short life) and I was comforted by the posts on here and other subreddits I’ve read into. I’m not religious at all, I don’t follow any god. But after looking through the posts about higher self and spirit guides, I feel connected to it. I want peace with life and death. I want to feel as if I have a purpose here, like there’s a reason to all of this fear, pain, and suffering. It’s like the bad outweighs the good in my mind and there’s no point in any of this and that’s how I’ve believed for the past couple years. I’m trying to be more positive though, I want to enjoy life. It’s a back and forth thing in my mind I’m constantly battling and I feel as if it’s taking a toll on me. If anyone can give me pointers or advice about any of this on how to connect to higher self or spirit guides, maybe even how to confirm in my mind that reincarnation is a high possibility of what happens after death and just deal with all of this. Ugh I feel crazy

🚨[disclaimer] i am not encouraging nor am i glamorizing self harm or any sort of it, i asked a moderator for an appeal and they agree i can repost it so please don’t get removed again. ive made my point clear and i should be allowed to ask for advice on this issue. 🚨

i’ve given up on this life so how can i ensure my next one will be better than this one?

my life is fucked up beyond imagination so i’m just waiting to die and i’m worried i might be rebirthed somewhere even worse but i hope ill have a nice next life, is there anything im supposed to do? good deeds n shit?

Im just sending this last call with the rest of my hope, katara i’ve been waiting for the past 4 years now, these memories i gained at 4 years old are fucking destroying me from the inside, i can’t sleep, i can’t eat, when i look at the astral world all i see is stupidity and primal thinking.
I’ve done every single researchs and tried every was to get back to you but it never worked and i think Will never work.
I deleted 10 years of researchs, 1to of stockage, news papers, techniques, reviews of anything related to reincarnation, maths, mediations reviews, and thousand of thousand of docs i writed, only to see you again Even if it’s a single minute; it never worked.
17 years of memories are making the Life i live a desaster and i just can’t keep going to search for someone that i can’t find.
I don’t Even think you will see this, i can bet my soul that it’s just another useless text like every other Time, but now i think i just need another confirmation that the past 20 years of my Life was just nothing but searching for someone that doesn’t exist.

( this is not a suicide letter i might be stupid but im not that pathetic )

was in this ocean of colors, and whenever I focused on one spot, I felt like something was pulling me toward it.

Then all of a sudden, I wasn’t me anymore. I was a woman living in a little hut with dirt floors, cooking rice in a metal pot outside.

At first I thought it was some ancient cave situation or something, but then I went inside to get the food ready and saw my kids. They were wearing dirty, ragged clothes… and Sketchers. Dusty, beat-up

The weirdest part wasn’t that, though. The second they came running into the room, I felt nothing but pure happiness. They were literally glowing. It felt like light was shining out of them, and it was almost overwhelming.

Watching them run in, laugh, and eat was just so pure.

Then my son looked up at me and smiled, and I’ve genuinely never felt that much love before. It was overwhelming in the best way possible. The amount of love that radiated from him was a bright shining white light

Now that I’m awake, I keep thinking those kids are probably adults somewhere in an Asian village right n

I feel like after my ego death my lack of egoic desires has fallen away. I’m also becoming less in touch with the materialistic side of life.