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Too many memories for one soul

Emma66

Once a Marine, always a Marine
I apologize for this thread, too long, maybe boring but I had to write even if English is not my first language. It is too much to keep for myself.

I had already written about my last past life as a marine wounded during the Vietnam War and who died shortly thereafter in a hospital. I had actually discovered this life in October 2021 following a regression and confirmed the elements on the internet. Maybe, I already had memories of this life. Curious dreams I had as a young child, dreams or nightmares. I dreamt I had to walk through a forest at night, I was not alone and bad guys wanted to catch us. More strange (as I was a teenager) was the dream of a military cargo plane that crashed without damage into the bed of a river and I saw the crew was safe. I was just wondering how they were gonna get that plane out of there!


It is this life that leaves me the most memories and feelings of déjà-vu (my first trip in a helicopter).
I even feel that now these memories come back without the need for a regression.

Like a door was open. It seems to me that it is becoming easier for me to have access to these memories in my dreams, through meditation or regression.

But now I find myself with what seems to be memories of other lives I was not looking for.

As I was trying a You Tube regression to learn more about my last past life I realized from the first vision that something was wrong and I even got a little scared.
I saw a crowd in a street waving a military parade, a car with officers and Nazi flags. I was a young man, my name was Karl, I was with my grandmother. We were scared by this parade. As if I already knew, I was Hungarian but I lived in Austria with my grandparents. My grandmother tells me that she gives me the money to leave.I see myself emigrating to the USA, arriving in New York. I see myself working unloading crates, I get sick, I cough a lot and I die alone, still very young.

Is it another past life triggered by the recent war? Last week I couldn't sleep for 3 nights,I thought I was dreaming awake and I woke up with a Russian, cossack song in my mind.

As I was starting my daily morning meditation I saw myself on a horse in a wide meadow. I raced for fun with other young riders. I was dressed in big boots, a long tunic, a wide belt and a fur hat. I looked very happy. There were a lot of horses around me, a kind of white building with many towers and wall fences.
I used my pendulum to get answers.

It seems my name was Igor, late 18th,early 19th and died in war. I have not tried a regression for this life yet.

When I see on television maps of eastern Ukraine, western Russia, I feel like some of the names of cities are familiar to me.

Yesterday I called my mare "Douchka''. I don’t know why, her real name is Princess. I searched on the internet, "Douchka '' means sweetheart in Russian.

Too many memories, too many emotions for one soul and I didn't mentioned the memories of lives in a Nordic country in 1164, slave in Egypt, native American old woman (don't know when)....
It’s like all these memories pop up spontaneously and I don’t know why and what to do now.
 
Sometimes I’d like a remote to take a break from all those memories and emotions

Those periods come and go in waves, is my experience. And mostly they are triggered by the people around me. Now you are in a highly active period and probably years of silence will follow after this. Years for incorporating the old energies and memories.
 
I’ve been in this situation for years. Every now and then something triggers me to a past life of mine long ago. In September 2021, the Czechs did a month long commemoration of St Ludmila of Bohemia (my Czech Royalty past life) and quite frankly, I couldn’t wait for it to be over, because the memories I got from triggers was immense. I even had memories surface of my death where I was strangled with my veil during my nightly prayers back in 921AD. Explains why I refused to have a veil at my wedding in this life (yet, I am still able to wear headscarves, scarfs etc)…..

These memories are showing you lessons learned for a purpose. They are to help overcome whatever hurdle it is that you are facing in this lifetime. To show you that you’ve done something similar or the exact same thing in another life, and you already have the answer to solve it by.

With the events happening in Ukraine, I’ve discovered that I had a life in Ukraine too. I don’t know where or when exactly because the glimpses were very brief, but I spoke Ukrainian and Russian (most Ukrainians can speak Russian too), which explains my sudden ability to be able to read Ukrainian (yet I can’t understand Russian - go figure) and I was in the Odesa region. If you didn’t know Odesa is one of the largest Jewish populations in Ukraine. Explains why I always wished to revisit Odesa and the Shul there.

I haven’t had any real solid past life memories appear since the end of 2019. My ‘well’ has dried up so to speak, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the floodgates have opened up for you, and all sorts of lifetimes have poured out in the process.

Hungarians still lived in Austria at the fall of Austria - the Anschluss. Most Hungarian’s returned to Hungary after the fall of the Austro-Hungarian empire, so I’d say that’s a very valid memory to have if you were a Hungarian in Austria at the time of the ‘Nazi’ invasion.

I sometimes have memories of lives I wasn’t looking for either. I managed to verify a few glimpses of memories while I was watching a Turkish TV show around the Ottoman reign of Sultan Suleiman. It was so crazy, but so rewarding to have an answer as to why a simple girl from NZ had a love for Turkish food, when I’ve never been to Turkey in this life.

Just keep writing them all down, for you never know one day a few years from now, the answer will suddenly come to you. I’ve had things written down 2016, which I only have managed to verify now in 2022. I wish you well.

Eva x
 
I’ve been in this situation for years. Every now and then something triggers me to a past life of mine long ago. In September 2021, the Czechs did a month long commemoration of St Ludmila of Bohemia (my Czech Royalty past life) and quite frankly, I couldn’t wait for it to be over, because the memories I got from triggers was immense. I even had memories surface of my death where I was strangled with my veil during my nightly prayers back in 921AD. Explains why I refused to have a veil at my wedding in this life (yet, I am still able to wear headscarves, scarfs etc)…..

These memories are showing you lessons learned for a purpose. They are to help overcome whatever hurdle it is that you are facing in this lifetime. To show you that you’ve done something similar or the exact same thing in another life, and you already have the answer to solve it by.

With the events happening in Ukraine, I’ve discovered that I had a life in Ukraine too. I don’t know where or when exactly because the glimpses were very brief, but I spoke Ukrainian and Russian (most Ukrainians can speak Russian too), which explains my sudden ability to be able to read Ukrainian (yet I can’t understand Russian - go figure) and I was in the Odesa region. If you didn’t know Odesa is one of the largest Jewish populations in Ukraine. Explains why I always wished to revisit Odesa and the Shul there.

I haven’t had any real solid past life memories appear since the end of 2019. My ‘well’ has dried up so to speak, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the floodgates have opened up for you, and all sorts of lifetimes have poured out in the process.

Hungarians still lived in Austria at the fall of Austria - the Anschluss. Most Hungarian’s returned to Hungary after the fall of the Austro-Hungarian empire, so I’d say that’s a very valid memory to have if you were a Hungarian in Austria at the time of the ‘Nazi’ invasion.

I sometimes have memories of lives I wasn’t looking for either. I managed to verify a few glimpses of memories while I was watching a Turkish TV show around the Ottoman reign of Sultan Suleiman. It was so crazy, but so rewarding to have an answer as to why a simple girl from NZ had a love for Turkish food, when I’ve never been to Turkey in this life.

Just keep writing them all down, for you never know one day a few years from now, the answer will suddenly come to you. I’ve had things written down 2016, which I only have managed to verify now in 2022. I wish you well.

Eva x
Hi Eva,
Thank you for your feedback. I started writing in November 2021 about my last past life. 60 pages, everything I saw with regression, my dreams, my deja vu. I also added all the evidence, photos, extracts from the Vietnam War archives, YouTube movie links, list of songs that affect me. Fortunately I had my full name. It felt good to write.
I said I wanted a break but tried a new regression about Karl yesterday .
In fact my name was Karl Ludwig, but I don't know the last name. I 'm sure Karl saw the arrival of Hitler in Vienna in 1938 (I found an old film on YouTube and it is exactly what I saw). He emigrated to the USA. I remember being impressed by the arrival in New York. He found a job in a storage facility (not that I had expected but I had to eat) but got sick with fever and died shortly thereafter.
By the way, I have just realized that Karl Ludwig died in the New York area and my next life started a few years later in New Jersey!
Another point, it's good to be a woman. As men, my last past lives died young and far away from their family.
Best regards,
Emma
 
First of all, you can organise your memories based on time. You don’t have to keep them in your mind all the time so jotting it down would be helpful(which I think you have done already).

My wife from that time was an Austrian woman and I explicitly said in a memory that she was also Hungarian. She taught me how to speak Italian in another memory. I believe she was also mixed. A mix between Austrians, Hungarians and Italians can happen.

I didn’t have many memories for a year or two but they’re coming back again because of the current situation. For example, I watched a video of a captured Russian soldier telling his comrades to not come to Ukraine, aware that they were killing innocents. Around the same day, I had memories of myself being piss drunk and telling my massacre colleagues not to kill innocent people. The Russians bonbing Babi Yar also made me feel depressed for a day or two. I was involved in the massacre there during the Holocaust and now, they’re getting killed again but now the Russians are doing it.

Even now, I don’t have my full name yet but I finally caught a part of it which is ‘….old von Han…’. I unfortunately had two names because I moved to the US after a war and adopted a more American name to avoid suspicions from the local population and I was probably on the Soviet Union’s hit list too. If you have your full name, I’m happy for you.

I have random memories too, but too few for one particular life that I don’t take notes of it yet. An example is an Albanian villageman. I’m not too sure of the exact era, but the clothes were telling of where he’s from. It explains why the language feels good to hear.

Lastly, as someone who was a man in the majority of my lives, I would still rather be a man. I’m living uncomfortably and filled with restrictions and expectations as a woman. I miss being a man and I have gotten comfortable with he/him pronouns now. I want my freedom back and I’m more than happy to die young if it means I can live freely.

I’m used to violent deaths and/or short lives.
 
I have been thinking about this song a lot lately. I think that it's just something that we all go through at some point in our lives. We all have those moments where we feel like we are going crazy. You know what I mean? Those times when you can't sleep at night because your mind keeps racing and you're trying to figure out what happened. Or maybe you've had a bad day and you keep replaying everything over and over again in your head. That's how I felt after my last breakup. I was having flashbacks of everything that went wrong and all the things that he did wrong. But then I would remember that I'm not him. He's not me. And I'm not him. So I guess I am who I am now.
 
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This is what I am experiencing now too, glad there is recognition of this active period. It is an itch or something needs to be resolved. Maybe even only expressed. I think the war is triggering something. So much sadness and pointing at who could possibly be right and wrong, calls for forgiveness or resolution. My heart is with you, hopefully the fear dissipates. Like Tiness1987 said, we are no longer that person. I do not even feel like the same person I was 1 year ago. I try to live in the now which is the only thing that makes sense to me but gain wisdom and compassion from the person(s) I was.
 
I have come across this situation as well in terms of seeing or getting a glimpse of past lives that I was not aware of or that I was not looking for at the time. One of the reasons for this is that when we start to access memories of our past lives, we do so from a higher dimension that is above time as we understand it as human begins. Here on the physical plane, we experience time as linear flowing forward from one moment to the next.

However, soul resonates above the mental plane which is on the 5th dimension. On the sixth dimension which is the causal world as I understand it all possible realities and outcomes of any timeline within the lower worlds below the causal plane exists all at once as a singularity. From this vantage point soul can view or access any past or even future lifetime its wishes to view, experience or explore. This is also where we decided our next incarnation should we want to experience the lower worlds of duality again.

Any who! our physical brain at least at this stage of human evolution is not capable or accustomed to handling such vast amounts of information all at once. So general what happens is we experiences a past live that has some direct connection to the present life and personality being lived out in the present. This narrows down the selection being viewed and it gives the lower ego and mind something it can relate to in terms of what it is experiencing in the present life due to karmic lessons being worked out and learned. However, in the process there can be a hiccup in the viewing process and soul sees, views, or experiences something that is not related to the purpose of the PL viewing in the first place. Most people don't realize just how many PL's we have all lived. And trust me it's a very long, long, list that spans like filing cards that stretch out into the distance beyond the horizon that one can see. It's actually mind blowing to know how eternal you really are. And how long it has taken for you just to reach this stage of your spiritual development. It's a very humbling experience.

Also remember that his life you are living now will one day be a past life. In fact, from soul's perspective, it already is. So, it's best to just stick to the information that is relative for you right now.

Love and peace.

P.
 
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I sometimes have memories of lives I wasn’t looking for either. I managed to verify a few glimpses of memories while I was watching a Turkish TV show around the Ottoman reign of Sultan Suleiman. It was so crazy, but so rewarding to have an answer as to why a simple girl from NZ had a love for Turkish food, when I’ve never been to Turkey in this life

Was the show Magnificent Century? Just curious
 
I think the door to past life memories is like a swinging gate. Sometimes it's open and sometimes it's closed. Mine is currently closed for business, which I'm not entirely unhappy about. I needed a reprieve from some of those bad memories.
 
Yes, it was. I discovered that my Turkish PL was none other that Hurrem Sultan, and that one of the Ukraine/Kieven Rus lifetimes was this one. Hurrem was born in Rohatyn, Ruthenia (which is now Ukraine).

Eva x

That is fascinating omg. Maybe now I'll have to finish the show :D
 
That is fascinating omg. Maybe now I'll have to finish the show :D

Ahh yes, but being careful not to deviate from the OP, some of the show is pure fiction. For example, the Valide Sultan and I found a common ground because she could speak Russian too, and was originally brought to Manisa from the Crimean Tatars. However in the show Valide and I face off many times, which is not true.

Eva x
 
1. Too Many Memories (for One Soul)
A song by Tame Impala from their album Currents. “I’m just too many memories for one soul / I hope I can remember this feeling forever.” This song was written by Kevin Parker and Mark Ronson, who produced the track.
2. No Sleep Till Brooklyn
A song by LCD Soundsystem. “No sleep till we're in Brooklyn.” This song is about how the band members were stuck in New York City for the summer, and they weren't going to go home until they got to Brooklyn.
3. A Dream Away
A song by Muse. “I know that I've been dreaming away/ Since we first met. In my dreams I'm free.” Muse wrote this song after Matt Bellamy's father died. They dedicated the song to him and his memory.
 
When I tried my first regression, I couldn't imagine how much the journey was going to be strange, rich of emotions, that I was going spend so many hours searching for historical, geographical details about those memories.

Sometimes I say to myself: " OK it's enough now, no more questions about what could be PL memories, no more regressions" but I also think I have to do it to better understand my life. I feel better after having worked on one case.

As I already said, a door is open and memories that could be PL related are coming back one after each other as if my soul was releasing them because it is the right time to heal.

It's amazing to go from a US marine to a 18th century Don Cossack, from a Hungarian orphan who emigrated to the USA to a young warrior (got a name, kind of Ho-Mua?) a long time ago on a Pacific island (the Marquesas Islands I guess) .

And it's not over. I was discussing the subject of reincarnation with a cousin I had not met for a long time, who has an open mind. She said to me: "But we were warriors together in Japan in the 9th century!"
No memories yet.
The journey is not over!
 
Hi, everybody:

I'm glad I only have one solid PL memory and another rather dim and distant. Don't want more.

To tell the truth, sometimes I wish I had none, because at times it's getting like a PL trauma, which I believed I hadn't, but...

And I remember having been warned by a member of this forum just before my first regression not to open this Pandora box.
 
Hi, everybody:

I'm glad I only have one solid PL memory and another rather dim and distant. Don't want more.

To tell the truth, sometimes I wish I had none, because at times it's getting like a PL trauma, which I believed I hadn't, but...

And I remember having been warned by a member of this forum just before my first regression not to open this Pandora box.
Hi Cyrus,
I agree with you. Sometimes I wish I would not have opened the Pandora box. It also depends on your PL. It was not always great moments but I also remember the good ones. It helps.

It's time consuming because I need to validate everything. I watch hours of documentaries, search on the internet, read books.
It helps me understand what I was feeling even before dealing with reincarnations topics especially with my last PL memories. Why I have an obsession with helicopters since my childhood ( I know I am still waiting for the medevac helicopter). With the cossack of the imperial guard I understand my love for horses.
These warriors give me strength when l realize life is not so easy nowadays because I know now that my soul went through very bad times and is still there.
Best regards,
Emma
 
Two nights ago, a man appeared in my dream. Someone I met and who seems to have meant a lot to me.
Had to listen to the same song over and over and over.
Yesterday evening I felt like crying.

Not a floodgates, just got two new flashbacks from two different lives, and I'm not even sure they are real.

Now I'm obsessed again. I watch and listen to everything I can find. Everything. Not just because I may stumble upon a little piece of information that may help me to get another "could be", at least.

Maybe the pleasant, joyful and funny memories are the worst. Because... the yearning. The longing. Makes me want to go back, despite knowing better. Makes it harder to let go (it's going slow anyway, and I am sure there is a lot left to discover to be able to get some answers and overcome my carry-overs).

It's a huge comfort that according to different theories, in higher dimensions everything happens simultaneously. Means that nothing is lost and people aren't gone.
 
It's time consuming because I need to validate everything. I watch hours of documentaries, search on the internet, read books.

Same here :) Whenever I have a new memory I start to research everything in order to validate as much as possible. I always ask myself: Does it even make sense historically what I’ve remembered? Or is there something that contradicts known history (so could it be a false memory/fantasy instead)?

But often it’s impossible to research all at once, nor is it necessary to be in a rush. Take your time and don’t forget to live current life. I’ve found some validations years later and some by accident.

It’s important to write down everything you remember, make drawings or keep everything in mind, even those things that seem strange or don't make any sense now. Sometime later you may find a validation for them or find a missing link or an explanation.

Right now, I’m researching much, too, trying to make more sense of my WW2 post-war memories, something I’ve failed to do until now because I was pretty clueless about this time period and didn’t really know where to start. These memories came up some six or seven years ago. But it’s only now that I got on the right track (more or less by accident again) and now it all begins to fit into known history and to make some sense finally. It’s all worth the effort, but sometimes you really need patience.

And Pandora’s Box – yes, that’s what it really is sometimes! But if someone had warned me before, I wouldn’t have listened anyway, so…

Emma, I don’t know if you wrote about it somewhere else, so sorry if I missed it: How did you find out your past life identity? Did you remember your full name, date of birth etc.?
 
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Same here :) Whenever I have a new memory I start to research everything in order to validate as much as possible. I always ask myself: Does it even make sense historically what I’ve remembered? Or is there something that contradicts known history (so could it be a false memory/fantasy instead)?

But often it’s impossible to research all at once, nor is it necessary to be in a rush. Take your time and don’t forget to live current life. I’ve found some validations years later and some by accident.

It’s important to write down everything you remember, make drawings or keep everything in mind, even those things that seem strange or don't make any sense now. Sometime later you may find a validation for them or find a missing link or an explanation.

Right now, I’m researching much, too, trying to make more sense of my WW2 post-war memories, something I’ve failed to do until now because I was pretty clueless about this time period and didn’t really know where to start. These memories came up some six or seven years ago. But it’s only now that I got on the right track (more or less by accident again) and now it all begins to fit into known history and to make some sense finally. It’s all worth the effort, but sometimes you really need patience.

And Pandora’s Box – yes, that’s what it really is sometimes! But if someone had warned me before, I wouldn’t have listened anyway, so…

Emma, I don’t know if you wrote about it somewhere else, so sorry if I missed it: How did you find out your past life identity? Did you remember your full name, date of birth etc.?
HI Ocean,
Time consuming but fortunately, there is nothing interesting on TV so I prefer to watch video on YouTube about Vietnam War, video about Catherine The Great's palace and Napoleon retreat of Russia. I 've also ordered books about the same topics.

The most vivid memories are for my last PL as a US marine. I had dreams and deja vu experiences that' s why I had always been interested in the USA and helicopters since childhood.
I almost had the name with my first regression but I got the full name with my pendulum (I have learned how to use it before). I was so surprised that I couldn't believe it and thought all was my imagination. Maybe it was a game for me, but I hit the full name first middle and last name with "Vietnam" on Google and find the name was on the Wall, on the Vietnam memorial with a picture and I couldn't believe it, I knew it was me! He died in hospital after being wounded, all that was described about the operation was exactly what I saw with the hypnosis. I read also his biography written by his sister on the virtual memorial and I start crying.
His house as a child was the same I had seen under hypnosis and a lot of details.
For my second most important PL the cossack, I had the name Igor Ivanovitch with the pendulum and name with **gorov at the end but it seems people were calling me Ivan. I cannot validate the name for the moment.

On the Pacific island the name came to me when the therapist asked for my name, I said something like "Ho-Mua" and that I was living in a name like Houa Pou. My pendulum confirmed Ho-Mua.

First I write everything after regression, dreams, spontaneous memories because I don't want to create false memories.
It was easy to validate my last Pl memories, it will not be so easy for the others but that's the interesting part of the game.
Best Regards,
Emma
 
...For my second most important PL the cossack, I had the name Igor Ivanovitch with the pendulum and name with **gorov at the end but it seems people were calling me Ivan. I cannot validate the name for the moment....

Hi, Emma:

If somebody was called 'Igor Ivanovich', then his given name was 'Igor', and his father's given name was 'Ivan'.
Sometimes, when relations between individuals were very friendly, he could be called 'Ivanovich' alone (but never 'Ivan'), just to manifest the mutual confidence.
The name Igor is stressed on the 1-st syllable, and 'Ivan' and 'Ivanovich' are both stressed on the 2-nd syllable: Igor [ee'gar / ee'gor], Ivan [eevah'n], Ivanovich [eevah'navich / eevah'novich].

[ee'gar], [eevah'navich] - stand for the Russian Southern dialect and [ee'gor], [eevah'novich] stand for the Russian Northen dialect.
In the Russian official dialect (which, I suppose, should have been spoken in the Imperial Court), it would be pronounced as [ee'gUr], [eevah'nUvich], respectively, where 'U' stands for the vowel you pronounce in the English word "bus".
And one last thing, the 'r' in 'Igor' should be pronounced like in Spanish/Italian but palatalized. I cannot give you any analogy with modern European languages.

In French you pronounce 'n' as not palatalized in 'panet', but it becomes palatalized in 'Espagne'.

Sorry for such tedious expanations. Hope they may serve you in controlling still better your Cossack Imperial memories.

Wish you all the best.

IMHO.
 
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Hi Cyrus,
And thank you very much for these linguistic details.

In order to help me with my investigation (and because I have enough time due to health issues) I have just started to learn russian ( past lives can really make you do crazy things!).
I have not heard the name. I only found it with the pendulum. But I have heard with a regression that someone called him Ivan and that it was not his real name but it was the choice for this person to call him by another name for a reason I cannot give here.

Best regards,
Emma
 
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I 've also ordered books about the same topics.
Yes, sometimes people wonder about my strange collection of books…:D

That’s truly fascinating you could confirm so much. I’m happy for you. Yes, it’s much easier to find validations for pl from let’s say the 20th century than for earlier time periods. It’s really a blessing to have pictures and footage around, original buildings, many documents and witness accounts. It’s so much harder to verify anything when such things don’t exist.

I hope to find out my WW2 pl identity one day, but with just a first name and some locations I don’t have enough information yet. At the same time I’m not sure I really want to find out, because should I ever find a person who’s life matches everything I remember, then this wouldn’t be a “game” anymore, as you’ve put it. Then I won’t be able to tell myself that it all might still be imagination and not reality, and I don’t know if I’m ready for this step. Might be opening Pandora’s Box even further…
 
Hi Ocean,
I hope you will find what you are looking for. Maybe it is not the right time or you have to figure out something else before. I think you only have access to the memories useful for your actual life. It was time for me to heal trauma from the past and with my health issues (that could be PL related ) it was right now.

Yes, you have to be very careful with visions, memories. Sometimes our mind can play tricks on us.
You can see two different images and your mind will create a connection between the two and your imagination will do the rest.
For example I first saw me in front of Catherine palace, turning on the right toward a long building.
Next image, I was saddling my horse and then I was following a carriage .
I was sure the long building was the horse stable.
I was so disappointed when I realized that on the right it was the buildings for the employees, the servants, the kitchens perhaps for the guards near the main gate, not the stables.
 
Fragments of another past life triggered by TV documentary? A Roman soldier?

I like to ask questions using my pendulum and dowsing charts. I have one for past lives . I am still doubtful with the answers but I think it's a tool to retrieve memories in your subconscious . Last year I found out a lifetime as a man in the military born in Italy and killed in war in Egypt BC but I had no memories. I can only remember I studied latin in school in current life, liked it and got good grades.
A friend told me she was going on a trip to Egypt. We talked about what she was going to see (my mother visited Egypt when she was young) and I found at the same time several documentaries on TV , one of them about Cleopatra, Julius Caesar and Marcus Antonius.
It was very interesting and I was captivated but I started to say to myself:
" No, that's not true, he was not like that! You are wrong! He was a great man!"
They were talking about Marcus Antonius.
It was very emotional, I felt furious and I had already felt like that while watching documentaries or reading books about Russia in the 18th century. It was like I knew him and trusted him.
I was wondering if it was not due to a past life and it reminded me of what I had found with the pendulum.
Few glimpses retrieved while meditating with the intention to know more about this life, waiting with a whole army before the fight and taking off my helmet because I was sweating it was so hot, two little kids running around a basin in a villa, they don't recognize me, I am sad, a woman who seems sad. Feelings that I would have followed Marcus Antonius anywhere, at the end that I am lost, that I have lost everything and dying after receiving a killing blow with a sword.
I have strong feelings of a lifetime as a roman soldier in Marcus Antonius army . Once again a man and a warrior ! And once again I died far from home!
That's all and I don't want to know more (for the moment).
 
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I spent quite a while trying to be "modest", insisting to myself that though perhaps I have memories of one past life, it must only be one, no more. I felt like if I started to believe that I could be carrying memories from other lives, that was me somehow putting too much importance on myself...but, really, if anyone else could have several lives they have memories from, why couldn't I?

An issue only arose when I realized that the two lives I recall could possibly contradict each other, but I suppose that's not necessarily the case, nor is it impossible if I consider, maybe, time/space is chaotic and not linear. I was processing memories and feelings from my 1960-1997 life in Brazil as an artist, but kept feeling a magnetic pull towards the Vietnam war. I would find myself feeling terrified and captivated when I explored that subject, and I think it's a little bit too good to be true for it to just be a "coincidence" that I could accurately recall the smell of napalm without actually knowing or hearing about how it smelled.

I suppose it's very possible that I could have died in the late 50s and incarnated again in 1960, but I don't really know. I don't feel like it's my place to start saying I'm certain of anything when I feel like I'm making shots in the dark. Or I don't trust my own intuition, or I don't trust possibilities.

I had a narrative stuck in my mind of a U.S. soldier disappearing in late 1967, around October/November, running off and leaving the others behind. Some sort of issue with the military, an issue with other soldiers, an issue with the USA, I'm not sure. But something went wrong. I don't believe he was necessarily a white man, and I feel strongly that there was some suggestion that he had grown cynical towards "his side" and believed he saw a "truth", and may have collaborated with the "enemy", effectively "switching sides" or "going rogue" somehow. Political and personal motivations.

I then, coincidentally, learned of a McKinley Nolan, who did more or less exactly this in November 1967, vanished, and was never found. His story, motivations, and fate felt uncomfortably familiar. I don't know if I knew him, or if I was him (he would have to have died long ago for this to be possible; his status is unknown, I lean towards believing I knew him). But I certainly knew he existed. I absolutely knew he existed, and now he has a name. Apparently he was motivated by racism in the U.S. military, which I feel deeply sympathetic towards. If I ask myself whether his name or appearance rings familiar to me, I can't say for sure. Maybe something in the eyes.

But his story never left my mind, evidently. If I knew him, I don't believe we were enemies or had bad blood between us. I don't know what that might say about my "self" in that life. I can say that many things, seemingly irrelevant to me, from 40s-60s USA, often to do with race, always sent horrible shivers through my body from a young age. And then from 1960-1997 I lived a life where I know I was passionately anti-war. Who knows!
 
Hi Code,

Two possibilities come to mind.

First, you are a very advanced soul and were living two lives at the same time. According to Dr. Michael Newton, simultaneous or overlapping lives can take place--and not be due to time out of sequence--but due to the fact that very advanced souls can handle more than one life at the same time. (Don't ask me how, based on my current lifetime, I am not sure that I can even handle one very well :oops:).

Second, you have picked up a "hitch-hiker". There are books by professionals in the field who have explored this area. This is not a "demonic" or evil spirit obsession/possession, but the proverbial "lost soul"--i.e., a human soul that has not only hung around, but "haunts", associates, and/or attaches itself to an individual. This "association" isn't usually hostile, it can even be friendly. However, from what I can tell, its not a very comfortable situation for most people. :confused:

These do not, of course, exhaust the possibilities. They are just the first two that came to mind. There seem to be a lot of weird quirky things that go on in the universe, so I'm sure there are plenty of other possibilities out there. o_O

Cordially,
S&S
 
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I apologize for this thread, too long, maybe boring but I had to write even if English is not my first language. It is too much to keep for myself.

I had already written about my last past life as a marine wounded during the Vietnam War and who died shortly thereafter in a hospital. I had actually discovered this life in October 2021 following a regression and confirmed the elements on the internet. Maybe, I already had memories of this life. Curious dreams I had as a young child, dreams or nightmares. I dreamt I had to walk through a forest at night, I was not alone and bad guys wanted to catch us. More strange (as I was a teenager) was the dream of a military cargo plane that crashed without damage into the bed of a river and I saw the crew was safe. I was just wondering how they were gonna get that plane out of there!


It is this life that leaves me the most memories and feelings of déjà-vu (my first trip in a helicopter).
I even feel that now these memories come back without the need for a regression.

Like a door was open. It seems to me that it is becoming easier for me to have access to these memories in my dreams, through meditation or regression.

But now I find myself with what seems to be memories of other lives I was not looking for.

As I was trying a You Tube regression to learn more about my last past life I realized from the first vision that something was wrong and I even got a little scared.
I saw a crowd in a street waving a military parade, a car with officers and Nazi flags. I was a young man, my name was Karl, I was with my grandmother. We were scared by this parade. As if I already knew, I was Hungarian but I lived in Austria with my grandparents. My grandmother tells me that she gives me the money to leave.I see myself emigrating to the USA, arriving in New York. I see myself working unloading crates, I get sick, I cough a lot and I die alone, still very young.

Is it another past life triggered by the recent war? Last week I couldn't sleep for 3 nights,I thought I was dreaming awake and I woke up with a Russian, cossack song in my mind.

As I was starting my daily morning meditation I saw myself on a horse in a wide meadow. I raced for fun with other young riders. I was dressed in big boots, a long tunic, a wide belt and a fur hat. I looked very happy. There were a lot of horses around me, a kind of white building with many towers and wall fences.
I used my pendulum to get answers.

It seems my name was Igor, late 18th,early 19th and died in war. I have not tried a regression for this life yet.

When I see on television maps of eastern Ukraine, western Russia, I feel like some of the names of cities are familiar to me.

Yesterday I called my mare "Douchka''. I don’t know why, her real name is Princess. I searched on the internet, "Douchka '' means sweetheart in Russian.

Too many memories, too many emotions for one soul and I didn't mentioned the memories of lives in a Nordic country in 1164, slave in Egypt, native American old woman (don't know when)....
It’s like all these memories pop up spontaneously and I don’t know why and what to do now.
I can totally relate to this feeling with too many memories for one soul. I have memories of two extremely dramatic lives and once you start remembering new things keep popping up. I know how difficult this is. It gets enormously confusing because you have to redefine who you are. I think the magnetism of the Earth, the heart frequency, is supporting spirituality and the angels are proving to us that what we feel remember is true. If we have these memories it is overwhelming. I think that you have to be past life regressor to understand how overwhelming it is. I also realize I always knew who I was. I understand you.
 
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