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Anyone remember their PL death? Which was the worst?

Bringing this thread back up because this has been on my mind lately. I've had recurring dreams about this same place (not the dreams i mentioned in the thread from yesterday). Anyway, this one was about my death.


It's the 1700's, judging by the attire of the people around me. Just a guess. I'm a nobody, barely visible, so I'm a little surprised at the crowd of people who came to see me hang. I feel contempt for them; I don't appreciate them coming out to watch me die. Not sure what my crime was, but I'm angry and feel that an injustice is being done to me. But I'm determined to go out with dignity, so I show as little emotion as possible. No final words, my voice might shake. I just stare straight ahead. I'm shaking, but weirdly calm in a way.


I feel the rope, I hear a loud bang, and I drop. I feel myself jolt, swing a little, then fade out.


This is where it gets awesome. I float out of myself, over the onlookers and accusers. Suddenly I understand Everything, and I feel love and compassion for everyone. I feel an indescribable peace. No words do it justice, seriously. And I'm surrounded by light, it's around me, it's in me, everything is light. It was amazing and felt absolutely real.


Weird, right? It sounds trippy, but no drugs were involved. That's the only death I know of, but I'm quite new to this; maybe I'll remember others as I go.
 
luling said:
I'm a nobody, barely visible, so I'm a little surprised at the crowd of people who came to see me hang. I feel contempt for them; I don't appreciate them coming out to watch me die.
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I read somewhere some people even brought picnic lunches to public executions. One of the reasons public executions were done away with in civilized countries was because many people were appalled at the circus atmosphere.
 
I've seen myself on the ground with a Native American standing over me with tomahawk raised, I saw myself shot on the ground (but didn't feel the bullet or the death), about to be sacrificed to an Incan god, and dying in a house fire. I think I also drowned once based on feelings I have gotten spontaneously while standing on a bridge in Montreal.
 
The only thing I have ever experienced in the nightmares starting at age 4 as well as the triggered recurrence of last year is the last approx 15 minutes of a sailors life aboard the U.S.S. Arizona ( see thread "childs pearl Harbor dreams triggered as an adult.)The end came in the 3rd deck starboard ammunition passage near repair II between turrets #1 and 2.My sailor was trying to close doors but people were moving ammunition out of the magazines through floor hatches to carry topside.a bunch of folks were trying to get to their stations.there was a flash/ boom and burning oil erupted into the passageway from fwd and right from near the deck.It covered all of us and everything floor to ceiling.It was awful.Thankfully it was only a few seconds and the dream ended with a white flash.(I'm assuming the detonation of the magazine)It always woke me up at this point sometimes screaming,always hyperventilating.Unfortunately it is very detailed as well right down to the layout of the ship.
 
I've only had one real "death dream"- it was pretty straightforward and vague and I could just feel the tension and sadness around me. I suspect I died during the Blitz in the Manchester area in England.


I suspect (don't have any real proof) that I could've died in a house fire in another life, because, as much as I've faced my fears in this life, I fear losing some material things even though those only really count for THIS life.


I don't know if this next one's random or not, but.. balconies themselves don't scare me, but the idea of falling from one does. So God only knows where the source of that one is.
 
Eevee said:
It was something like the rack, but not quite. It was not only stretching of the body, but bending it backwards also, which was the most hurtful part.
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Sounds like the St. Catherine's Wheel. Sometimes just called "the wheel," or "the breaking wheel."


It was popular both in England and parts of Germany around the Middle Ages, I think. France, too. Terrible, terrible way to die.


(My own PL death memories have really informed my strong anti-death penalty feelings in this life.)
 
Deaths


My most recent past life was a brain tumor, June of '96. Before that Lung Cancer '75. Suicide after The Great War '25, family and friends killed by Influenza and I couldn't handle it. Before that a few natural causes and cancer. I did die of lead poisoning, that by far was the worst out of all of them (in my opinion).
 
Now it has been coming to me that in how many of my more recent past lives have I died in that life at a very young age because of various reasons. This is the first life in quite awhile that will be living into my older years which I find interesting.
 
As far as I can remember, I've only had(remember) three lives, all which ended the EXACT same way.


As a Parisian in the 15-1600's, I remember being chased for a very long time by somebody(or something). Eventually I got tired and slowed. I was caught, and things blurred. Next I remember. Blurry black shape over me as my throat was ripped open.


This happened again in Boston right before the revolution, but this time I actually jumped in the water to escape, but I passed out from the cold. I then remembered being pulled out and once again and being slashed at the throat.


This was repeated in the 1800's after being chased in an open field, possibly Kansas.


So in short, this is the worst I've experienced. Currently older than I was when these events happened in my past lives.


((Hope this wasn't too graphic...))
 
hi Iggy.I remember having a recurring dream of running and being stabbed in the back as a kid.never saw the killer I wake up after that usually.I have a birthmark on my back at the side.Have been never sure enough if its past life related.
 
Hi Jonathan. Sounds like it might, but it could also be something your brain formulated based on the birthmark.


Either way, sounds like a vague dream. Maybe the more you dream it, the easier it will be to remember the details. I remember a lot of details from mine because twy started when I was 14 and had them for over a year before they because less frequent.


I'd suggest trying to recall all the details of the dream and see if you recognize the scene before connecting it to a real life event or place and see if it matches up?


Have a nice day. :)
 
Eevee said:
It was something like the rack, but not quite. It was not only stretching of the body, but bending it backwards also, which was the most hurtful part.
Unfortunately, I don't have many memories of that life, only of a few days on that ship, where I was first sort of helping the explorer with his documents and maps, and copying them for him, etc. I remember they were kept in leather tubes. And then, at a time when no one was near, I opened one of the tubes, took the documents out, and hid them on my body. The theft was discovered, the documents were discovered on me, and I was held captive till we came ashore, where not long afterwards I was punished. It was outside, on the outskirts of a small village I think.
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Do you remember who was pulling the ropes or chains? It sounds like you may have been quartered but I not totally sure.
 
I remember two deaths vividly. I had dreams of both. One was a hanging, and the other was a bombing. Both were extremely disturbing. When I was hanged, I had a hard time accepting that I was going to die. Even up to the moment they were putting the noose around my neck, I was convinced someone would stop it. After death, I refused to believe it and panicked. When I was bombed, I only had a few seconds to cope with the reality of what was happening. Even though I'd expected for a few days that I would likely die somehow as I was unable to escape my situation, it didn't sink in until the last few moments that it was really happening. I was really going to die. But in the those last minutes, I did accept it. I felt instant peace once I left my body.


Even though I haven't had dreams about it, I'm pretty sure I died in battle more than once. It's something I might explore more deeply one day.
 
Drowning, cutting off head in fight, diseases, stabbing knife to forehead, a heavy blow on the head of ax, hit by arrows, saving life - stabbed knife to body, tortured by inquisition, lethal injection in Auschwitz.


Worst was possibly dying several hours on aftermath lethal injection. Pain was terrible.
 
argonne1918 said:
One of Dr. Mengele's victims?
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Not quite. He didn't make on me experiments neither didn't hurt me. He was to me good. You might say that we were friends although he let me die. Maybe because of disease I got injection or because of something other...
 
Swallowed alive by a huge snake. Thankfully I am removed from the situation and watch it more than experience it. I have a snake phobia now ... terrifying.


I know exactly where it happened in an area where I lived as a child. I never want those nightmares back. We even tried me touching the back of a snake when they had them at the local mall and going into a snake exhibit at a zoo to cure the phobia. It didn't work.


Absolutely terrifying for me.
 
I remember only one of my deaths. By hanging. It was iniquitous and humiliating. I had been in a jail some time before it. Remember laughter slanders. That was horrible, everyone was my foe. I was crying, going on execution. But I calmed down a few minutes before it and just was staring into the emptiness and waiting. That was a shock.


I've got fobias now.
 
Ender27 said:
I remember only one of my deaths. By hanging. It was iniquitous and humiliating. I had been in a jail some time before it. Remember laughter slanders. That was horrible, everyone was my foe. I was crying, going on execution. But I calmed down a few minutes before it and just was staring into the emptiness and waiting. That was a shock.
I've got fobias now.
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Welcome to the group. Do you have any idea of when or where this happened?
 
argonne1918 said:
Welcome to the group. Do you have any idea of when or where this happened?
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Thank you :)


Yes, it could be near 1960. I was judged as SS-man, although I wasn't a criminalist. But where... totally no idea. Horrible feeling, when they put a rope at your neck.


Last thing, you can remember - sight of those people, who are watching you with hate in eyes. And you don't understand, why, why do you have to die. There is no time to find an answer.
 
Ender27 said:
Thank you :)
Yes, it could be near 1960. I was judged as SS-man, although I wasn't a criminalist. But where... totally no idea. Horrible feeling, when they put a rope at your neck.


Last thing, you can remember - sight of those people, who are watching you with hate in eyes. And you don't understand, why, why do you have to die. There is no time to find an answer.
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I remember 1960 was when Israel captured Adolf Eichmann who had been hiding in South America since the War. His trial was on television in Europe and the U.S.
 
argonne1918 said:
I remember 1960 was when Israel captured Adolf Eichmann who had been hiding in South America since the War. His trial was on television in Europe and the U.S.
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Oh yes, I was writing a short story about it. But... Eichmann was Jew. I can recognize it. And he was in Gestapo (my God, how could he? It's a bit strange, because there were a lot of 'wars' between Gestapo, Wehrmacht and SS. People from Gestapo were thought as 'the worst recoil', in Wehrmacht were averages, SS was the invincible elite. That was opinion common in Waffen-SS, 'higher' than we were standing people from Allgemaine-SS).


Hope, that I don't trouble you so much.
 
The only two Past Lives (PL's) I can remember with any clarity and accuracy is a PL as a RAF pilot during WWII (possibly a lifetime before this current one), I can recall flying back from somewhere on the Continent back to England over the English Channel, where within sight of the White Cliffs of Dover (hence my Avatar) I was either shot down, ran out of fuel or developed some type of engine trouble.


I remember splashing down in the channel, doing a "Belly Landing" and I might have survived the crash had it not been for a stuck canopy over the cockpit which trapped me and caused me to drown, all things considered, my life ended quite peacefully, I recall stepping out of my physical body, through the side of the plane, into the water and into Spirit where my memory ends of that PL.


My next PL was also peaceful in the end, possibly before the RAF pilot PL, and all things considered, with events leading up to my death, was again, also very peaceful, where I was a young Shepard boy guarding a herd of animals, possibly Sheep, when I was attacked by a large animal, possibly a Wolf, bent on dining on my herd.


I remember laying on the ground with the large animal standing over me, and before I even knew about Astral Projection (AP) or Out of Body Experiences (OOBE's), in this life, or in that one, I remembered in the dream, seeing an exact double of myself (then) leaving my lifeless body on the ground.


Then I remember merging with that part of me and "we" rose higher and higher in the sky, seeing people running down a hill to chase the animal away, until the people looked like "ant's" and then the sky got brighter and brighter, until the dream faded away.


One interesting clue is that where the animal bit/killed me on the stomach, is where, in this lifetime, I had/have a birthmark, shaped like teeth marks on a large animal right where it bit me, causing me to die, and from that, a strong history of stomach problems, and not surprisingly, in addition to the PL bite mark, I also had other phobias related to these Two PL's, such as I also had a great fear of the Atlantic ocean, but not the Gulf of Mexico, as a young child.


Sorry for this long post, but I wanted to tell my story of Two PL's and show how trauma in one life can often have repercussions in later lives such as what happened to a lady and her (then) young Son and what steps she took to help him.
 
hydrolad said:
I remember splashing down in the channel, doing a "Belly Landing" and I might have survived the crash had it not been for a stuck canopy over the cockpit which trapped me and caused me to drown, ...
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That was a common problem with many of the old propeller type fighter planes. That's what happened to James Huston/Leninger. The problem was solved by the Germans late in the war. It was called the "ejection seat". I read a newspaper story many years ago which interviewed the pilot who tested it for the first time. Hitler came by the field on an inspection tour and wanted to see it work. The project was not quite finished yet but no one dared say "nein" to the "Fuhrer". So he took off not knowing if he was going to survive. But fortunately it did work. The ejection seat was one of many German inventions captured by the Allies at the end of the War. The other inventions included jets, rockets, tape recorders, and radio teletype machines.
 
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