2 Past Lifes in Lemuira

[LemurianDawn]

Okay, so, after talking with Deborah here and getting the go-ahead, I'm gonna share my past life memories from Lemuria. (And if anyone else remembers living there in a past life, feel free to share. It's weird not knowing anyone else who remembers.)

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1 -


(It took a while before all of these memories came to me. And they didn't come in chronological order. So, for your sake, I put them in order to make it easier to read.)

I was born and raised in Lemuria, in one of the big cities.
I had a love for circuitry. I only realized this when, one day when I was meditation drawing, what I was drawing at first seemed like random lines, except that it felt familiar from a spiritual standpoint. I knew full well what I was drawing, though I didn't *know*. It was only when I'd finished that I realized from a spiritual memory and present knowledge standpoint that I'd drawn out the lines for a piece of circuitry.
As I sat there, looking at this on the piece of paper, I could remember being in my old workshop. Standing at the side of my table. Creating circuitry for any number of different items. I remember the loved I had for doing so, even though in this life, I have no love or mind to do so. I'm an artist and a writer. Not a techie or a mechanic.

Unexpected visitors from the forest -
One day, early on in our relationship, my would-be husband and I had ventured out of the city limits for a day out. We knew the risks. We knew it was dangerous. There were wild animals out there (and with him being a perimiter guard stationed outside of the city walls for as long as I could remember he knew full well about this), as well as rather wild tribes.
[My specific knowlege about the 'wilds' in the here and know is rather limited. The most I know is from that one life I remember so much from. That there were tribes of people living out there. And another, from what a friend told me from her own youth in this time, that she and her sister had been abandoned at a young age. One of the more peaceful tribes that lived out in the wilderness and had their own temple, took in the two girls and cared for them.]
I don't remember what exactally happened, but the next thing I recall is that we were running. It had begun to lightly rain. Somehow we'd unintentionally offended the nearest group of people living out in the wilds and they were none too happy about it. They threw spears at us as we tried to run through the forest and get back to our vehicle.
Being the young couple that we were, we'd wandered a good bit away from it to be more 'out in nature' and more away from the city and civilization.
The last bit that I recall from this memory is that we'd come up to a small cliff. Nowhere near as high or dramatic as some movies portray, but certainly it was high enough that, if you slipped or fell from it, you'd be badly injured.
My would-be husband, who'd been running just as scared as I, turned and face the group. They were angry and were ready to fight.
He spoke something in their language. Not sure what. Very few were fluid in any of the wilderness tribe's different languages. It all sounded like grunts to me. Somewhere along the line he must've overheard it and knew it was something of a 'Hail Mary'. It wasn't a guarantee, and the only few words he knew, but it was worth a try.
It was enough to let them know this was accidental. We hadn't meant to come into their territory, something they took as an immedate and vulgar offense, no matter how innocent or unintentional it was.
He'd bought us both a bit of time and, though they still gripped their weapons, glaring at us, there wasn't quite as much malice as there was.
He helped me back up and we hurried back towards our vehicle.
Only once when we were far away from them and safely headed back towards home, rather soaking wet, did we start laughing. Part from fear, part from disbelief, and mostly from adrenaline surging through our bodies.

 

[LemurianDawn]

Sorry about the extra posts but it kept saying my post was too long


The death of my husband -


I remember being at work when I was told.


My husband was gravely injured and was going to die.


He and several others had been defending the perimiter of the city against a wild animal attack. It wasn't exactally rare, but it wasn't exactally an every day occurance either. After all, that, and the territorial, wild tribes are what they were there for. To keep those of us in the city safe from that danger. I remember from older stories that there use to be a time when we didn't need guards to protect our city, or that there was a time when that protective barrier didn't exist. It wasn't needed. All I really knew is how I'd lived my life there. It was difficult to imagine a time that the barrier and those guards weren't needed.


I hurried down to the headquarters building for the guards.


I remember seeing my husband slumped down in a chair. He was still wearing his armor. Weapon laying nearby.


I managed to reach his side by the time he drew his last breath, but some part of me knew that he was long gone before I got there.


His injuries had been too severe, deep gashes in all the right places, for anyone to try and stop the bleeding. Bandages or applying pressure, as noble as it would've been, would've been futile.


I was in shock, disbelief, and tears.


I remember telling this memory to my friend on instant messenger. He felt guilty about his death there. About leaving me. He knew what had happened, and that his soul / spirit / consciousness / whatever you want to call it, had tried to hold on, tried to re-enter his body several and stay alive. All to no avail.


I felt upset and sad at such a memory, and for how my friend felt about his death so long ago, and told him the only thing I could. There wasn't any reason to feel sorry. I mean, look at us now! How many millena has it been? How many more lives have we incarnated to and experienced since then? We were both okay. Healty. Strong.


*Alive*.


As horrible and traumatic and sad as it was, look at us now. Look at yourself now reading this. Despite what horrible things may had happened in your past in another life, here you sit reading this and you're okay.


Regardless, he still felt guilty. He hadn't wanted to go and I hadn't been ready for his death.


But what happened had happened.


My death so long ago -


It was that same day, only a few hours had passed.


In a numbed daze I found my way home practally by memory. Running on auto-pilot.


My husband's body had been cleaned up as much as it could be from the gashes and blood, though it still wore his armor.


I have no idea how I managed it, but I'd told the people, his fellow guards, I demanded that his body be brought home to me. To our house. To be brought home.


Honestly, I have no idea what I was thinking then, or why I wanted that. It wouldn't have changed anything.


Sure enough though, a few hours later, my husband's body was delivered to our home on a stretcher.


The men were sad by his death, and by my emotional state. There wasn't anything to be done about it though.


For hours I cried and wailed and sobbed.


At some point, I just broke. I was completely and wholeheartedly unable to handle it and my mind just snapped.


I laid there on the floor on my side, not making a sound, not crying, just breathing and blinking.

 

[LemurianDawn]

Last post! Hey mods! Can you combine all 3 of these posts into 1? Please?


Perhaps it was some form of a waking coma, where the death of my husband was too much of a trauma for my mind and heart to take.


I watched from outside of myself as I lay there on the floor, not moving.


Then I watched as everything rumbled. It wasn't like a big, violent, building-breaking earthquake, but just like what I wrote. A rumbling. It came from low under the ground, moving up through the building like rumbling thunder. You know it's signalling danger.


I have no idea how long it took before the normally calm stream our house in the city was beside overflowed with water.


It rushed up the shallow banks, onto our lawns and raced inside.


I watched as more and more and more water kept coming, filling up the house, lifting things up from the floor, off from the walls, including both my and my husband's body.


As unsettling as it was to watch my own death from so long ago, I felt sad for her and suddenly found myself feeling that, in that moment, I was glad she was in that waking coma. She didn't fight the water, she didn't struggle or suffer. A few quick breaths and she was dead.


At that moment I blinked and found my consciousness fully back in the present, in my current body.


On the one hand, I was glad to have gotten to recall my last day, but on the other, I felt sad for what had happened.


Then again, as I think about it, how can you really feel happy about watching your own death and such a heart-breaking moment in your own life?


I can't honestly say for certain if that flooding-in water was from the whole place sinking, as legends say that the continent broke apart and sank, or if it was something of an overflow of water or tidal wave that had done that damage. (Just in case you were wondering.)

 

[Owl]

Thank you for sharing your memories. I' m curious though, how do you know that the place was Lemuria?

 

[LemurianDawn]

Ah! I forgot to post the other past life!


Owl, thanks for reading. To try and answer your question, it probably sounds weird / dorky / strange to admit, but, for me, that was the 'feel' of it.


There weren't any huge billboards that went "THIS IS LEMURIA!" and it's not like I was trying to go 'Ohh I wonder if I have any past life memories from there!' (... though, in retrospect, that would've made my life a lot easier and less confusing...)


I basically started out simply stating 'I want to remember who I was. What I went through. What have I been through in my past lives that've made me into the person that I am in the here and now'.


Sorta like, instead of being content with the nicely decorated cake in front of you, you want to know it's flavor. It's ingredients. Where those ingredients came from. I didn't specifically go 'I want to know where the flour came from'. Along that line lol I didn't even know what the ingredients were!


It's like when I recalled 2 past lives as a Native American, or a few I had living in Japan, or that one I had in China. Just from the 'feel' from the past life memories, it has that familiar energy to it. Like looking at an old photograph of yourself sitting in a back yard. There's nothing in the picture to tell you where it was at, but a part of you remembers. "Oh! I remember that! That was in so-and-so's back yard in Italy!' Doesn't mean you can remember the house or the park down the street or the name of the town, or even that there's anything written on it to tell you where it was taken at, only that it's familiar to you.


Kind of the long way of trying to explain it.


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2 -


My first memory from this other past life confused me. I was sitting down, drawing, and could see in my mind's eye this pattern inside of a building. It was all on the floors. The walls.


Then I began to see a young woman kneeling over a body that was laid down flat on the floor.


It took me a few more minutes before it occured to me that she was a healer. The person on the floor was someone who'd come to this healing center specifically to have their energy healed.


This confused me. What I felt next from what I soon realized was a past life coming to my conscious.


This healing center was what reminded me a lot of what a supermarket does here.


Yes, it was a healing center. Not a temple. Not a hospital.


Anyone could come in and recieve a healing from those that lived and worked there as healers. This included people from the future, people who didn't have a physical body that existed at that time. I suppose it worked a lot like astral travelling on that note?


A person who felt like they needed their energy tended to, they'd walk right into a healing center, be escorted inside and laid down on the floor on their back. The healer would then tend to fixing, healing, and grounding that person's energy. Once finished, the person would thank the healer, give them a token as payment (no idea specifically what it was but 'token' came to mind), and be on their way.


As the bits and pieces from this life continued to come forth, I soon learned, among other things, that these healing centers were not at all unusual or uncommon at that time. The were scattered all around like what stores are for us. Here and now, you can't go to any town, no matter how small, and not see at LEAST one store. In large cities, you never have to travel very far to come across any store.


I've never, specifically, known much about Lemuria or Atlantis. Just very tiny bits from my own memories. I've never thought, cared about, or felt drawn towards reading about it online or in books. I guess I'd always just assumed that these ancient people were advanced, spiritually and physically, enough that this wasn't a problem for them. Their energy. Interesting to see how wrong my assumption was.

 

[LemurianDawn]

Past Lemurian Life 2 - Finished


From what I gathered from the following memories of that life, I wasn't orhpaned or unloved. Quite the opposite. Either they knew or I knew without a doubt that I was meant to be a healer at one of those places.


The healing centers, to the best of my limited knowledge, weren't orhpanages, and 'adopting' kids was not standard practice.


Despite as odd as it was, I wasn't turned away, though.


Instead, the woman who was in charge and looked after the healing center took me into her care. Despite my years of needing to be properly trained, I learned it easily enough, as if I'd been born to do this.


I was happy there. Loved doing my healing work on the people who came to us.


I never could do any complicated healings, only a basic cleansing, but worked well enough on those that came. The woman who was in charge of the healing center decided what I could do.


(I like to think of it similar to a car wash. What I could do was take a large sponge with soapy water and get rid of the dirt from a car. A really basic cleaning job. Unlike others who were much more well-trained than I, who could be compared to a full-fledged car wash, wax, and vaccuum cleaning job in one.)


What surprised me was watching as my past self was doing a healing on someone when suddenly my viewpoint shifted. Instead of seeing my past self sitting on the floor, tending to a young man, I was suddenly outside in the air, far out into the countryside.


A massive wave of powerful, white light energy was sweeping across the land at a truly terrifying speed.


The viewpoint shifted again and I watched as that wave entered into the city limits. Nothing could stop it or slow it down.


My viewpoint shifted to my past self in the healing center.


She paused, lifting her head up and looking like someone does that hears a faint, unidentified sound. I'm sure that on some level she could feel it.


Then, just like that, the wave came and gone. You could miss it with the single blink of an eye. As fast as a lightning bolt.


The next thing I saw was her laying lifeless on the floor.


I could see other people scattered about, in the building, out on the streets. They all collapsed to the ground. Dead.


Whatever that energy wave was, it was powerful enough to kill.


The curious thing was that it didn't strike down every living thing, animal and human.


There were a few scatterings of people that were struck down hard, but not outright killed. I have no idea how anyone could survive anything that powerful.


What I saw next confused and amazed me in equal parts.

 

[LemurianDawn]

There. Finally. Finished posting.


I was then shown several other past lives of mine that I'd incarnated to, again, in this very specific, small section of time. Both male and female. Not recalling detail-for-detail each one, but just a glimpse. Enough to let me know I'd lived more than just that 1 time.


Each time either as a kid or a teen, I was drawn to being a part of a healing center and preforming basic energy healings on people. Each time, except for one, I was struck down by that energy wave and killed the same way. In that one life I managed to survive it, it had affected my body and energy so severely that movement was difficult and I only managed to continue living a few more scant years before dieing. Though it didn't break any bones, or cut into my skin, the energy had affected that body so much that there was no way to undo the powerful damage dealt to it.


I wondered for a while why I'd chosen to reincarnate into that specific time so many times. To die the same way every time.


Eventually the answer came. It wasn't the lives that I'd lived that made the difference. I'd simply made up my mind that I would be part of a large spirit group that purposely incarnated to this tiny sliver of time and would treat/tend to as many individuals as possible before the wave hit. I don't fully understand the details of it, but that wave of energy affected the energy of people, plants, and animals. Those that were killed because of it suffered because of it even after death. Their energy was affected.


What myself and those others were trying to do was attempting damage control. So when the energy wave hit, those that were killed because of it, weren't so severely, adversely affected because of it.


I honestly never knew such a thing was even possible, to be honest.