How did you die?

I was dragged from my hideout into a field with a hood over my head and then executed in a ditch. It was an intense feeling of fear, hatred, sadness, and betrayal all the way til the end.

Oh, I should mention they removed the hood before they shot me. I can sorta remember my killers.

I was curious of who else on this forum had a dramatic ending in their past lives.

So, how did you pass?

Hi Storca,

Welcome aboard. Many here have such memories. It seems to be one of the things that "punches" through the PL memory block. Even those who don't have specific memories often suffer from some form of PTSD with indeterminate origin. Investigation can take them to the source, which may be a PL trauma. However, I'm finding from my investigations that we can pick up "impressions" and "memories" from a variety of sources. As personal memories are, so to speak, always "first person" memories, someone else's memories can potentially be experienced as one's own "personal" memories. Many say they can tell the difference. However, from an investigative standpoint, it is worth keeping this issue in mind. You are in contact with a PL memory, but is it your own or someone else's PL memory? I'm not sure if there is an immediate way to determine this, though I suspect that those who are more adept "rememberers" may also be more adept at determining their own memories from someone else's memories.

Cordially,
S&S

I agree, memories of dramatic endings are those who come more easily.
I have at least three lives where I died with the same schema: I'm wounded alone in nature and wait for help who never arrive or too late.
There's one in ancient Greece, in Rhodes island exactly. I was old and had an heart attack when walking in nature. A guy who was with me ran to seek for help, but probably came back too late. I died there, nose in the dust (today my nose is delicate, and I'm allergic to dust).
Another one was in Normandy, France. I was a viking fighting in a raid on the city of St Lô. I was probably wounded on my head, sat in a place hidden all alone, in a spare forest. I just wanted to have a rest and go back with my friends, but I never awoke.
And the third one, I was a trapper in french Canada (Québec) at the beginning of 20th century. It was hard winter in the woods. In the snow I found an agonizing man who needed to see a doctor. I tried to carry him but it was too difficult in the snow. I walked on an unstable ground and fell along a steep slope. I fell just by a river and was hurt. I couldn't move. I shouted for help but was too far from civilization. That was my end.
I wondered if these deaths had influence on my current life. I'm rather solitary, and even if I am in big difficulties I refuse to ask for help. I trust just in myself, and even if I have good (very good) friends, I have this feeling that they can't help me. Despite SeaAndSky, I really feel that these lives were mine because they're so related with my current life.

Hi Guillaume,

As you say, all of these lives seem to have a common thread running through them. However, the question is whether we mistake cause and effect. The question to me is--do you remember these lives because they resonate with who you are, or are you who you are because of these lives? In other words, is your access to these memories due to the fact that you are a certain type of person (who can receive memories on the same "frequency"), or are you a certain type of person because of the experiences represented in these memories?

Logically, it can be very difficult to tell the difference. Equally, it can be hard to tell whether one is picking up on the thoughts/memories of a disembodied entity nearby or that has become a permanent hitch-hiker in one's psyche. I think ultimately that reason alone may not be able to distinguish between personal memories and someone else's personal memories that are being received. This doesn't mean that this can't be determined, but that it must depend on some intuition that does not merely accept everything received as coming from their own past lives, but is somehow able to discern what is from one's own past and that of another.

Several people on the board with extensive memories have asserted that they can tell their own personal memories, so I'm inclined to believe that this is the result of an overall development in the ability to recall (which perhaps goes along with greater discernment in terms of what memories are one's own).

Cordially,
S&S

From what I can tell and what I've read on this forum, you cannot remember other people's past lives. It doesn't happen... You may have memories that you mistake for someone else's due to being in the proximity of them.

The only exception to this is if you are a new soul, and you may receive memories from other's past lives and see them as your own. But at this point, you really couldn't tell whether their yours or not, and at that point, everyone on this forum might not be the incarnate of who they think they are.

The question of cause and effect could be asked. You should experience by yourself and you will understand. When you live those memories you can't deny them. It would be like denying your memories as a child as if they were unreal. It's not a question of rationalization and intellectualization, but of emotion and intuition. I don't think I have ever seen another one memories.
But I keep your advice in mind S&S. I'll be more careful on what I see to not fall in this trap.

Slorca, I think that those who wander this forum are in a spiritual quest and thirst of knowledge. They're rather qualities of old souls. You'll not find much new souls there.

I recall back as far as Germany 1945ish, I was a German soldier, I recall shooting an American soldier and killing him (I felt remorseful), then I was stationed in a camp a few months later and upon being ordered to execute some civilians I broke spiritually, knowing it was wrong. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to shoot the commandant in charge, but I ended up running into a barrack and used my service pistol to end my life (there was no way out). Then I recall that I was a young man who grew up in the south (perhaps Georgia or Louisiana), I had a sister who was 10 years younger than me (she had a different father, his name was Ralph and he was a prick). My name was Joe and my sister I am sure she was Missy (Melissa), I teased her about her name (pissy-Missy). My mother was either Henrietta or H something. Our house was small, blue and situated along a dike or a long road separated by a flood ditch. Anyway, I joined up and went to Vietnam, I was routinely patrolling along a mountainside with others and out of the blue I was shot in the chest by a young Vietcong soldier. I saw him and sort of recognized him (feeling in my mind) that he was the young American soldier whom I had killed back in 1945 in Europe. I died in 1968 (maybe September).

I was then born in 1969. Today I am much older, I have a scar on my chest that always comes up. And a spot in my temple that always bothers me. I have a younger brother now, turns out previously he was the Vietcong soldier as well as the American soldier. but here is the strange part. As Joe back in 1968 I had a father who died in Europe in 1945, the very same soldier that I (as that young German soldier) shot and killed.

I'm also married to a woman 10 years older than myself. I think I might have known her previously.

That is an interesting story Jack, it also gives an example of multiple Aspects of the same soul experiencing the "physical" at the same time and how they interact to fulfill each other's life-plans.

Blunt trauma to the chest, I think helping a friend move a piece of heavy furniture on some stairs. It fell. I don't have a clear image of it but I do see blue sky and thinking of the words "above us only sky" and seeing it turn gray as I floated. That would have been in the summer of '79. The song "Imagine" has always moved me more than one would expect, and I remember in the '80s when I was little hearing that John Lennon wasn't alive and thinking oh no, when did that happen.

Before that, I think something to do with a tornado? Nebraska, around 1943 or 44.

Pneumonia or maybe just old age, Victorian England - mid 1850s at the latest.

Fell, not entirely on accident, from the high wire that I frequently performed on, sometime in the 1700s in Italy. Family had arranged me to marry a woman but I hopelessly unrequitedly had the hots for the organ player guy I toured and busked with. So many piazze and town centers from at least Madrid all the way to Constantinople with him on the portable organ and me on the flute. This was the last life in which I was male.

The Great Fire of Rome. This one I do have a definite image of, I'm moving leftward from facing what looks like the Colosseum, which wasn't built yet. But the southeast end of the Circus Maximus looks just like the vision. Flames are inside and a massive crowd is escaping them. Then I come into some flames I just feel a soft cushiony tumble into darkness.

Stranded at sea, somewhere in the Aegean, before or not long after the Attic alphabet reform of 403 BCE. I know this because of the way the writing looked on all the crates I had to move. Somehow I got spilled into the cold ocean, lost a valuable item to the depths, and waited for rescue that never came.

Prehistoric times, tripped and fell probably down the side of a mountain, out of reach of rescue or even notice, and then died of exposure.

Interesting stories. My life in Greece probably took place in 4th century before JC. I was born in Rhodes, Lindos city exactly, then went to Athens to study at Aristotle's lycee. I returned to Rhodes at the end of my life where I died of heart attack as I told earlier. Maybe were we in this region at the same time ?

Same time or not far from it! My PL studied under Anaxagoras. But ended up fleeing Athens for Ionia during some turmoil against him and Pericles. Did you have a lifelong career in philosophy/science?

So it's not the same time. I studied with Aristotle probably between -335 and -323. It was the period when he was teaching at the lycee of Athens. It was a century after Anaxagoras and Pericles.

I died of Virulent Typhoid after drinking from a stream on a walk with my Russian cousins, I died the day after that.

I beleive I coudl remember all of my lives if I put the time towards that. I remember tons of lives. a lot with some drama and some major major violence and trauma .. Man kind is still involved in oh so much tragedy .

I feel it is remembering those lives in the proper timing so as to allow for unlayering of trauma . So remembering them all is superfluous to finding love and peace ..

I did have two memories which turned out to be other peoples memories..


we are born to many variables.. ie our past lives, our in between lives experiences. , our womb expeirences, our this life experiences..
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And also to our bodies expirences.. ie how our bodies do remember .Our body/ mind connections are deely entwined to where our minds are directed by our body response ..

My body was in trauma as well. genetics, toxins, stress all lead to disease..
I had to have attention to my mind /body dynamics as well through help from homeopathic care which stopped the PTSD . My body was too involved in a stress response for my mind to calm.. > Just knowing my past was not enough for my body /mind to find healing.. I needed help from another persons attentions to healing ..


The homeopathic method I am being treated with deals with trauma , and unlayers that trauma allowing the mind to find a safe zone .
It is called Heilkunst ... www.heilkunstinternational.com It was important for me to work with a Heilkunster who worked with my emotional traumas as well as the physical. I have been so blessed to have found my current practitioner

I want to know about my past.

Guillaume_D said:

Interesting stories. My life in Greece probably took place in 4th century before JC. I was born in Rhodes, Lindos city exactly, then went to Athens to study at Aristotle's lycee. I returned to Rhodes at the end of my life where I died of heart attack as I told earlier. Maybe were we in this region at the same time ?

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Hi there Guillaume,

It happens that I have had a life in the 4th BC in what we know today as Greece. Aaaaand it happens that I have had classes with Aristotle as well!! I was born and lived in the Macedon court, so that's how it came that I went to learn with Aristotle, and prolly sat (or walked?) beside that half-obscure chum named Alexander .. But classes were not in the Athens Lycee, I read. They happened in the northern parts, in Mieza (Naousa today). Unfortunately I don't remember past lives so clearly like some of you in this forum do. For me, the Sun really outshines the stars, as someone amazingly said here as of recent/old memories.

I am so thrilled to finding someone from those times!! Do you remember Aristotle? Was he an interesting man or was he a bore (I dislike the way he thinks up things, in a very winding way)? It is such a relief that one can talk about these things. I never do, people think we're gulliable and a nut -- at least!

As per the death, it was a relapsing typhoid.

Yeah, it's thrilling to find someone who lived at the same time and nearly the same place. After teaching to Alexander, Aristotle went to Athens and founded his lycee. Interested in sciences and other disciplines, I came to Athens to follow his teachings. The way we studied was very simple. It was in a circular outdoor place, Aristotle standing in the center and talking. We students were sitting around him. I guess he was interesting, but I saw only a few students. It was not a big deal, just the beginning of something which grew up later.
What is interesting is that I found a possible link between Aristotle and Goraknath. Goraknath is a wise man from India middle ages who founded hatha yoga and is worshiped today. I had a past life in India where I was a yogi and a disciple of the lineage of Goraknath. And I had this revelation that I possibly knew Goraknath earlier as Aristotle. Was Goraknath a reincarnation of Aristotle ? I think so. At their times these two characters were influential on the thoughts of their cultural zone.

I was arguing in a thread elsewhere here that the 'soul' would be something which is able to choose from n numbers of beings-to-be, so that its full capacity (intellect, inclinations, temperament and so on) will be attained. It is of course an idea brought to my human understanding, like a translation, about something which is fathomless to a human mind, I think. But that could account for what you say about Gorakhnat and Aristotle: the capacity of the mind, the inclinations must be the same. Although I may also think that 'repetitions' are not a must-be all the time. We can and must accomplish what we are in many different ways! Life is full of possibilities... What do you say?

I love very much the Hellenic culture since I was very young, and I found out about the myths, gods and mythological creatures through a movie I watched with mum a looong time go, and I left the theatre very stirred and moved indeed! How can one not be fascinated by them, yes? I asked you about Aristotle -- if he was interesting or boring --, but really! what a mind he must have been!

Back there, I had been something like a politician and an organizer, and I am almost sure that our teacher must have helped a lot! I must have gone through many difficulties being in that position..... And now I am a museum curator -- which must involve a systematic, organized mind, and some degree of leadership (which is my biggest trouble, as I want to be kind all the time, but some people will only listen when you demand, and I am not good at that, bleh!). The temperament is here, but it is other times I guess

And you -- may I ask? Are you into philosophy or correlate discipline?

Today I'm an illustrator and comic books author in France. I also had a few past lives where I was in other arts: painting, sculpture, dance. But I still have a great interest for sciences and all sorts of knowledges. I rather agree with you, I think we don't need to do twice the same thing in different lives. But if you didn't finish what you began, maybe your soul would want to continue or go further in a future life. In arts for example, you can explore different styles. A classic musician could become a rock star, it's music but not quite the same thing. So it's possible to have a similar activity.

That's what I think! There are genes, of course, but inclinations are definite, and as you say, there are so many ways to expressing an artistic temperament... I don't have it, but I certainly can appreciate it, and I love music, books, and so on, although it is not something that inspires me.

Illustrator... You have a very lovely occupation! I see you have a blog. I will check it.

when I was in kindergarten I kept having a reoccurring dream. It started out I had my back to a berm or levy and was carrying a radio. It was very hot and very dry. On my left was a lieutenant calling in an air strike on a tree line on the edge of the field we were in. To his left was a soldier shooting an M60. The soldier shooting the M60 was shot and rolled back the LT kept calling in the air strike and emphasizing the urgency. He looked over the levy and then moved behind the M60 and started shooting. He too was shot. I dropped the radio and moved into the 60 position. I could see activity in the tree line and proceeded to fire at the base of the trees along the tree line from right to left. as I was just about to my left most limit I saw movement in the top of what looked like a palm tree then a flash. I instantly heard a loud clank like something hit my helmet and everything went black. I would always wake up at that point. After having the same dream several times I stayed asleep after everything went black. I was suspended in black for some time then my dream turned in to a normal dream when I was a child again. I never had the dream again. It wasn't till I entered the army that I learned I already knew how to load an M60. I had always contributed the dream to watching Vietnam footage while my Dad was there. He had just returned two years prior. Recently the memories came back and I knew that we were trying to keep the VC in the tree line until the air strike got there. I have no idea what unit I was in or the dates in my dream. I don't know my name in the dream although I had always thought it was Johnson and I was from Boston. The 25th infantry has always fascinated me and while in the 7th infantry I was fascinated on the Manchu warriors of the 9 th regiment. I just recently found out that 4/9 regiment was in the 25 infantry. I don't know if that's important and I don't know if it was just a dream from being subjected to a war on TV.

Heart Attack. I remember having the recurring dream from when I was young but it never ended with death. I would be driving, not feel well and usually it would end around there. Recently, within the past year, I had the same dream over and over for a week straight. I woke up each night with chest pains and gasping for air, shaking, sweating. I feel like throwing up and i just keep repeating 'please don't go it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.' I see her face one last time for a split second.

No idea
Drowned?
Shot in the stomach, bled out
It's fuzzy was I blown up or stepped on a mine, either way it went BOOM and I was done
Killed when my trenchshield disintegrated
Killed by German artillery
Killed by a NVA mortar shell
Tricky, was I killed in the initial explosion or drowned as a result of it?

British male in about 13-14 century, died in late forties. I had a lot of pretty bad migraines, so possibly a brain tumor or something.

Male in 16th century Germany, beheaded in late thirties by an inquisitor for (not unfounded) accusations of alchemy and witchcraft.

Again male in 16th century (probably still) Germany, early thirties. I was escorting a witch to a safe place and fought off Christian hunters that were chasing her. In the end, she was killed, and I got a crossbow bolt in the throat for going after the last surviving hunter.

Male, 27, end of the American Revolutionary War. Led my men into an ambush, got a bullet in the heart for my trouble :") Kind of wasn't really intending to survive the war anyway though.

Male, twenty-something, 1980 Wales. Drowned myself in the marshes outside my hometown out of shame.

Nice to find another person from Medieval Britain. I don't know how I died in that life, but I spent a considerable amount of time imprisoned (I do not believe I was executed though).

The only death I really know was my honorable suicide in Japan. I haven't seen enough to give details, nor would I want to. Just thinking about the subject gives me intense emotional pain.

KIA (several times -1) in WWII Via German artillery fire and a plane crash 2) Nubian warrior during Egyptian invasion)
Natural death ( a few times)
Shipwreak and drowning
Disease ( a few times)
Murdered
Tortured and killed (at least twice, maybe more)
Fell off a cliff

I remember going up a ladder to an upper area to pull stuff of all sorts out of it, likely trying to get away from Vietnamese who were going to kill me anyway in , what was found to be the Hanoi Hilton Prison. I did get up the ladder and started to pull stuff out of this upper area, like an attic stuffed with boxes, and foam mattress like things. I just pulled a few things and the dream ended. All I know is trying to get away from the Vietnamese somehow.