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Incomplete Memory

I was wondering if anyone has been able to completely recall the memories of another life? Have you ever remembered it as well as you remember your current life? I keep getting bits and pieces of different lives,and it tells me lot about it,but I don't remember the full experience.Is it possible to remember another life that well? I feel like I want to know more but it seems hard to reach.
 
I feel like I want to know more but it seems hard to reach.

You're definitely not alone on this one, Andrea. I've been going through the same for several years now, actually. From experience, I've been able to recall two lives successfully through conscious meditation/regression. However, I sometimes (rarely) receive memories through dreams of different lifetimes. It really is hard to recall those specific lives at first, but I believe the more you meditate to get in the swing of it through practice could definitely yield some results. You can find some guided meditations on YouTube and see if they work. Another alternative is you can also find a past life therapist who will help guide you to recall memories.
 
I am with you both. I had vivid recall of a distinct moment in time of my past life. I was in a church, I could smell the wood and hay, the sweat of the bodies around me. Someone next to me was my sister? Friend? And then we heard the creak of a wooden wheel, as one that we knew and loved, another woman, was being brought in on a woman, lashed to a post. The horrible guilt was devastating for I knew that me and the one next to me should also be up there ...judged and suffering. I have always had an affinity for medieval England. My ancestry is there, my heart is in that country. I know that is where I have lived my past lives...but I cannot seem to flesh out the details.
 
I'm glad I'm not alone in that.Sometimes I'll get a detail that's so vivid..like seeing one clip of a movie.Then I want more! It can be frustrating.I also find the hardest thing to remember to be my own past body,or what it felt like to be in that body.Which makes me think it's much more trivial than we think it is!
 
I had dejavu come up while I was looking at a picture of my great grandparent's house.I hadn't seen the picture before..but I knew I saw the view of their street in a dream.But I didn't see anything else.I was like come on I want to see more of the house! Haha.Memories kind of do their own thing I realized.
 
I have a full memory of one past life. The circumstances are a bit unusual. In 1969 when I was only 20 I had a double stroke plus emergency exploratory surgery. I was awake and alert on my way to the operating room but also in extreme pain. I had a 5-month-old baby. I made a conscious decision - actually subconscious decision to leave, I wanted out of this body. The very minute I had this thought, I found myself floating along the ceiling looking down on my body as it was wheeled through double doors to the surgical room. I was up in the corner by the ceiling and was at the entrance to what others refer to as the "tunnel". I cannot describe in full what occurred there but I met the "me" from the life just prior to this one. I allowed somehow that personality, strength, and more to step in like a "walk-in". I knew that stronger me, I knew it was the whole me with no doubt. When I woke up from surgery - I recall re-entering my body but that is another story - my husband and others saw a huge change in who I had been. I had different handwriting and the shy little woman who had been there was no longer present. I had no recall of what happened at that time. I survived and went on with my life.

Fast forward to 1983-84 when I went on a house tour with my best friend. We were walking through the home when I realized I knew every inch of the home and had such a strong desire to see the upper floor where there were photos of my "family" on the wall of my "bedroom". A man was coming down the steps and for no reason at all asked me if I would like to see the second floor - no one was allowed to tour up there. I immediately said yes and he turned around indicating I should follow. I went up and turned right at the top of the stairs knowing that was "my room" - noted there were dresses of mine on dress dummies around the bed and there were the photos of my children on the wall. The man had walked ahead thinking we were behind him in order t begin at the end of the hall. I apologized and went with him to what had been my husband's room, children's, and so on. When we went back down the stairs I saw an old woman enter the room through a back entrance being assisted by a younger female. I walked right up to this older lady and looked into her ice blue eyes - way younger than the rest of her body. She was looking right through me as if she recognized me. She was also wearing one of "my dresses". I asked her where she found it and she replied it came from a trunk in the attic. The crochet hat on her head was mine also. I purchased a book from the "stable" in the back - now a gift shop - and asked her to sign it for me. I still have that. I knew instinctively she was my niece. I felt she somehow recognized me. She was escorted out as she was very elderly and was just there to celebrate the original owners (me) birthday.

This could have been something that was meant to be - me discovering a past life this way - a coincidence which I don't believe in - or a slip in time and dates to make this occur for me. From that day on until about 5 years ago (1983-4 to 2014) I recalled bits and pieces of this life or literally ran into situations that allowed me to remember more. I never dreamed any of it. Until about 5 years ago I was very concerned about her death and could find nothing about it. I did search that as I wanted nothing to do with my past life to taint or shadow what I was learning on my own so never researched "her/my" past life. There were so many things I knew instinctively. The mind does get foggy and now I don't recall what is not important to me and would have to look it up but I see no reason to. I am more Margaret than the personality I was born to be this time. I feel the whole of who I am and that is Margaret. She died of a stroke in a hotel room - isn't that odd. My middle name in this life is Margaret. So, don't give up asking about your past lives. Look how many years for me to discover who I was/am. More than 35 years have passed as I filled in the blanks. I know of a couple of other lives but this is the one that has meaning to me, this is the whole of me.
 
I was wondering if anyone has been able to completely recall the memories of another life? Have you ever remembered it as well as you remember your current life? I keep getting bits and pieces of different lives,and it tells me lot about it,but I don't remember the full experience.Is it possible to remember another life that well? I feel like I want to know more but it seems hard to reach.
I have had several like this!
 
It's very unlikely that you would have complete memories, since the brain doesn't store everything from your present life. Of course they get round this on the other side with technology that stores everything.
I remember two dreams I had which prove this point. If they were indeed dreams! One of them as was on the other side and somebody was there with me, I don't know who, but I must have known them. The were showing me 70's Sheffield, with the passage ways that lead to the Central Bus Station past the car park. It was a replay of the events and they were showing me that I had past by some woman that I currently knew, but at that point had not met. It was very realistic down to the smell from some kind of ventilation system from a building and the smell of urine you get around car parks in city centres were people are cut short from drinking too much! One thing that the real experience didn't have was the thoughts and feelings of the people passing by. But I was more interested in the 70's fashions!
Another dream was a little more mixed up, but shows that everything from your life is recorded and stored for use later or whatever.
Basically in the dream I went to a local dump site, but what was there wasn't anything to do with the site as it is. Instead I found white shelves (in a strange like building) with books, tapes and objects just like you would find in a second hand or charity shop. But it was no charity shop. I remember looking at the objects as if I knew them. I also recall saying I would like to see things from those years, implying something from the future.
It took me a few weeks to work it out what it meant and I can now say what it was. I believe what I was looking at in the Library of my life. All displayed in order of my time on Earth. But it wasn't just a library of objects that I owned, it was the library of object that were thrown out as rubbish or perhaps lost. Hence the dump site reference!
This was clearly a vision (probably personal to me) of the details of my life stored on the other side of life. Each one of us will have something similar and it just goes to prove, despite time and the changing Earth nothing is ever lost. From people to objects.
 
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