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What was your Aha-moment?

Jaimie

Jaimie

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I would enjoy knowing what the Aha moment were for you when you convinced yourself that your flashbacks from former life was true ?

In my case I felt like a private detective who first period of this happening tried to ignore it and blame it on imagination. The next step was trying to convince myself it was imagination ( because it would not leave me alone and had an emotional effect on me, especially flashes of memories of being a mother who feared loosing her children, very powerful emotions ).

My Aha-moment was when I saw a picture, as I had traveled long way from home, of her with some of her family members in an old magazine, newspaper. There was no way I could have foreseen the looks and the personality of these family members. I had always tried to keep a cold mind throughout, but this time my hand began to tremble. One can say it shook my left brain.

Anyhow, please share what was your Aha-moment !

/Jaimie
 
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My aha! moment was when I had thrown Robert Gerwarth's book across the table and then cried because I realised most of what I had read in it was not how I remembered it. There is a lot more but that was one of them.

Eva x
 
I’ve never had a AHA-moment. I still wonder now and then whether my interpretations of my memories are ‘correct’ or not. Even the people who appear in them, don’t share the same memories. They agree on the high likebility but that’s it.
 
I've never had an aha moment. My first, and only, concrete memories of a past life, came to me as I was playing in my room with my dolls house as a 4 year old. It was extremely emotional and fightened, and I will never forget it. Some years later I heard my mother talking about the concept of reincarnation with some relatives of hers, who were visiting us. She then also told us all about some kind of strange memories she had, living in Africa, although she had never been to Africa. Then many years later, when my grandmother, who I loved very much and had a close relationship with, had passed away, one of my aunts told me that she had left some drawings she had done of the ornaments and the furniture of the house she had been living in, in her previous life. And I didn't even know she believed in reincarnation. Although we could sit and just talk with each other for hours, and we did it a lot for several years, we had never spoken of that aspect of life - just all others. So I was a bit surprised. And also a bit saddened, since I never took this theme up with her. Would have been exiting to hear her thoughts about it. But one thing I know, is that she was never scared to die. She always talked about death as a very natural and very peaceful thing.
 
Stewardess Ester Ősz said:
And also a bit saddened, since I never took this theme up with her.
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I'm frustrated in this area myself right now, I have no one to share by understanding with that has any interest, but at the same time understand the need for them not to understand yet. It's hard not to pass along what I know that I think would help while the "spirits" keep this a secret until they are "ready".
As my grandson told me, "I believe that you believe in that stuff!", slam, and the door is closed.
 
KenJ said:
I'm frustrated in this area myself right now, I have no one to share by understanding with that has any interest, but at the same time understand the need for them not to understand yet. It's hard not to pass along what I know that I think would help while the "spirits" keep this a secret until they are "ready".
As my grandson told me, "I believe that you believe in that stuff!", slam, and the door is closed.
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This make me thing of the old sentence that one can only lead a horse to water but can't make it drink it. Everyone is on their own inner travel. Maybe your grandson will chose to believe later in this life (or perhaps in a future life ;)
 
Jaimie said:
This make me thing of the old sentence that one can only lead a horse to water but can't make it drink it. Everyone is on their own inner travel. Maybe your grandson will chose to believe later in this life (or perhaps in a future life ;)
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I agree. We must give eachother freedom to choose whatever we want to belive or do in life. Sometimes its very hard to grant our own relatives this freedom, as we feel like they just have to understand something that we have understood ourselves, but it is very important and totally nessessary to not force anybody to anything. I think this also relates to the mystic of that "I'm willing to give up myself, in order to find my life/my real self." And this is about finding courage in yourselves to let our own ego die. Our ego is really just all our illusions of ourselves (only falseness and lies about ourselves that we hang on to). There is a treasure behind the ego, and when our faith in this treasure is stong enough, we will find enough courage to let the ego fall - to let "the mask" fall off, so to speak. But i think this is not done once and for all, to "let the mask fall" could be a life long exercise. As we meet this issue over and over in the different "chapters" of our life.
 
I have always had this yearning for ancient Egypt, but I remained very skeptical despite my weird experiences, affiliations and visions, but my AHA moment came when I was driving in my car, recollecting a city I had made up when I was younger and comparing that city to an actual ancient Egyptian city I had just read and understood the layout off, only to my disbelief realise they were practically identical !!! The landscape, the positions to the river, the layout, everything.

From there onwards I couldn’t deny that I had lived in that city.
 
Ophelia3 said:
I have always had this yearning for ancient Egypt, but I remained very skeptical despite my weird experiences, affiliations and visions, but my AHA moment came when I was driving in my car, recollecting a city I had made up when I was younger and comparing that city to an actual ancient Egyptian city I had just read and understood the layout off, only to my disbelief realise they were practically identical !!! The landscape, the positions to the river, the layout, everything.

From there onwards I couldn’t deny that I had lived in that city.
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Can I ask what city it was?
 
The nature of the ah-ha moment is interesting when it comes to spirituality because it does not necessarily remove the tendency to later doubt.

I continuously have ah-ha moments and still doubt myself now and again.

A good one was when I was reading a translation of a long Japanese text full of names I could not even mentally pronounce (this was before I was practiced) and I came across an unfamiliar nickname of my suspected identity and pointed at the page and shouted "Oh look! It's me!" I had never seen that nickname before and this was at the beginning of my research, so I could not have figured it out situationally.

For fun, I took a class on East Asian art and culture. When we got to the section on Heian Japan, I was shocked to find that I already knew the layout of both ancient Kyoto and the standard mansion style of the period and could correctly label areas like the aristocratic quarter and the temple district. Again, this had never come up in my research, but I had always imagined it correctly and in detail.
 
Stewardess Ester Ősz said:
Can I ask what city it was?
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Yeah of course! It was Akhetaten modern day Amarna. The city Akhenaten made for the Aten.

Although I always had a yearning for ancient Egypt, I very rarely read about ancient Egypt. I never even knew of this city when I was imaging this Egyptian city I was living in, so to me there’s no way I could’ve had encountered it before and it was just in my sub-conscious!

The city is also unique in that it’s on the East bank, just like I had imagined it. Most ancient Egyptian cities were built on the West Bank. Basically I had almost imagined this city to a T.

Sorry for the elongated response! :D

Ophelia.
 
Jaimie said:
I would enjoy knowing what the Aha moment were for you when you convinced yourself that your flashbacks from former life was true ?

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Anyhow, please share what was your Aha-moment !

/Jaimie
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Hi, there!
Well, I can understand that if you started out a non believer that you craved huge clunks of evidence in order to shut up your left brain : ) I'm happy u found it. For me, it was always, what I can remember, a part of me. I remember being a toddler (for some reason my memories goes back to when I was less than 2 year old, things I have later checked with my family and they can't believe I remember some stuff. On the other hand - I suck at math. What am one gonna do with this brain, ha, ha.) and trying to stand right and holding on to a kitchen chair. Looking up at it and thinking to myself that it use to be so much easier to sit on a chair when I was before. (This was a term I would use later "when I was before"). I remember thinking something like oh, my God is it worth it? All that struggle to sit on it? :)
 
No single a-ha moment for me either, more like the gradual accumulation of small verifications, things that in my present life I don't think I could have known but were verifiable. The weight of all those small moments adds up, for me, to acceptance that past life recall is a likely explanation for what is happening. I still have a lot of doubt at times, though. It's extremely hard for me to turn off my "rational" mind.
 
Jaimie said:
I would enjoy knowing what the Aha moment were for you when you convinced yourself that your flashbacks from former life was true ?
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Anyhow, please share what was your Aha-moment !

/Jaimie
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Jaimie,
Well that was a interesting question to ask! If I had to say what my Aha-Moment was It was definitely during my NDE I had back in 1981. During my NDE I was out fo the body floating above the earth looking at the sunrise on the other side of the planet. As I looked down upon the earth I realized I could senses all the billions of souls down below me each one playing out their life own dramas. The earth looked so fragile yet incredibility beautiful against the blackness of space. As I turned my head away from the earth I lookout out into the cosmos and at first I thought I was seeing billions of stars. However after a closer inspection I realized it was not stars I was looking at but galaxies. Billions upon billions of local group galaxies. The sheer number of them left me speechless. At this moment I felt as if I could senses that the whole universe was filled with life everywhere I looked. But at different stages of evolution. I could literally feel everything in the cosmos and it was at this moment that I realized I had lived before. Not just a few lifetimes but literally thousands of them. I realized I was eternal as soul and always had been. And all of humanity down below me had been incarnating upon the earth for tens if not hundreds of thousands of years yet not knowing who they really were. Everything in that moment made senses to me for the first time in my life. This experience was so overwhelming for me that all I could do was cry. Not tears of sadness but tears of sheer joy, love and true connection to spirit and god. I never felt so increditably loved. I was apart of all that is. It was in that moment I felt a presence from behind me. As I turned a light appeared before my eyes. I could hear this incredible sound coming from the light. I realized this was just not a light but a living presence in all things seen and unseen. And this sound was something I had never heard before. It was like as if all the sounds in the cosmos were combined into one sound it would sound like a Huuuuing sound. Hard to describe in human words.

The light was brighter than ten thousand suns yet it did not hurt to look at it. As I approached the light the sound became louder and all I wanted to do was merge with it completely forever. It was then that a hand appear from the light and it pressed against my chest and pushed me away saying (not now). I was then hurled downward from where I was and felt myself getting smaller and smaller like I was going through a tube or tunnel that was getting more narrow. Finally, at last, I ended up being just a pinpoint of consciousness within the darkness as all light was now gone. I felt heavy, dense and limited being where I was. It was then I opened my eyes and I was back in my physical body in the emergency room of the hospital being worked on by the hospital staff. I hated being back there as everything felt dead, flat, cold and lifeless now. Where I just was; was far more live and real then where I was now. But after recovering in the hospital I realized I had lived before which was something I was never taught as a child growing up in a Baptist family. So after that experience, my life changed forever and I was never the same again.

Thanks for asking that Aha! question.

Love and peace

P.
 
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I don't think I'll ever have an A-ha moment, and if I do I'll deny it later and not accept it. However, even if I'm wrong in everything I'll always think it was weird that this other person and I remember this interaction and incident in the 40's, from opposite points of view, and without consciously knowing that the other person had remembered as well.
 
I'd lived with my PL memories for as long as I can remember, long before any aha moment, even though I was too young to understand them. The real aha moment came in my adult life, when I opened a book and saw a photo of my closest friend from the war. Suddenly the whole of my past became 'real' and present. I hadn't just made it all up.
 
That is truly wonderful, thank you very much for sharing. Amazing.
One time I had a dream i was out somewhere in universe but i just thought it was a dream but I felt the love you are talking about, and it was overwhelming, beautiful, and someone else being there, with me, but did not see this person. I forget many things after. But I can understand what you say when you describe the love in the universe. Like one time I had a dream that I was somewhere and an ex husband from a past life came to talk to me, me being who I am today, it was as if he was aware that I was sleeping and I was aware, suddenly, that he was dead, that he had died, I don't even know why. Maybe the look in his eyes. I remember what he was dressed in, like fine dark suit and pants and shoes. When I later googled him and found out he had past away around this time my chin just dropped. I don't know how we can tell these things or if it was just pure accident. I never dream of him otherwise. If it was real I don't know where we could have met either, but I know he was not alone, there were other people close by but in their own groups or alone and I saw buildings and cafe shops, actually, cozy coffee shops, ha ha.
 
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fireflydancing said:
I’ve never had a AHA-moment. I still wonder now and then whether my interpretations of my memories are ‘correct’ or not. Even the people who appear in them, don’t share the same memories. They agree on the high likebility but that’s it.
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Sounds like a very honest admission.

This is the problem that many easily set aside, this being honest with themselves, when it comes to feelings about having lived another life in the past. It is easy to see why reincarnation is hard to swallow even for those of us who have had personal, subjective feelings on having lived before. And when it comes to those which never have had any feelings or thoughts on having lived before, the concept of reincarnation is totally rejected by the masses, which numerically, are overwhelming in comparison with those of us in the western world who leave the door open for reincarnation being a truth.

I'm under the opinion that those that want to convince others that their personal subjective feelings serve as objective evidence to present to others, whether open to, or closed to the idea of the reality of reincarnation, only make more skeptics of those that are somewhat undecided, and definitely make the already skeptics more skeptical about it.

The only preachers of reincarnation we should have, those wanting to make believers out of skeptics and semi-skeptics, need to be exceptional people with exceptional knowledge on reincarnation. And this, above all, requires knowledge of what cases really have objective evidence which can be pretty much classified as being scientifically obtained and argued for, as near as science allows it. The rest of us should be like you, being humble and honest with ourselves, as far as our own subjective experiences, and keep in mind that many of us can be our own mind's biggest fools. In other words, without corroboration outside our own subjective experiences and feelings, we can never be certain of these matters we have feelings for.
 
In observing the posts over the years, I've come to the conclusion that we are given the information to help us get through the life that we planned. The thing that bothers me about saying that is that those who are living a life without difficulty may become worried about what they may face later rather than being grateful for their sensitivity.

As for the OP, I did not put it all together until after my injury and a decade or so later, which may be termed an AHa-moment. I had a number of Knowings and parapsychological experiences throughout my life for more than seventy-five years.
 
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