I remember some past lives. I am always able to remember the "bad" things in those lives and not the "good" things, but I will try to be positive. I know this thread is old, but it's a good idea to write a list of past lives. (The years are not specific, they are simply an approximation of what I saw. For example, when it was 1989 I already saw myself as an adult, it doesn't mean that I was born in that year
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*1450, I was a woman, I didn't care about anything and I felt safe about my possessions. I saw some children walking along a rocky path. I wrote stories.
*Unknown year. My skin was blue and cold. The place where I lived was "strange" and the density drowned me a little. I think it was a life on another planet.
*Unknown year. United States. I was a kid named Carl without parents who asked for money on the streets and played guitar to make money. I wrote songs. Sometimes I slept under the bridge. A woman gave me a job and her older brother taught me to read. That woman is my grandmother in this life. That man is now my grandfather. They gave me so much love in that life that sometimes I cry with those memories and in this life I love them too much.
*1700, I don't remember the specific year, but it was 1775, I think. France. I was a woman, a prostitute, I had an enormous connection with Marquis de Sade. He motivated me to write some things, however, he never fell in love with me.
*Unknown year. At that time that place still wasn't called Chile. I was a Mapuche woman, living in a forest. I was something like a nurse. I used plants and prayed in the sun. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze of the wind.
*1989, United States, I was a man, I liked music. When I was little, my parents stopped paying attention to me and they formed a new family. I composed songs, poetry, and I made absurd drawings. Life seemed like crap to me, but I managed to do great things. All the time I drew deformed babies, and I found everyone was lucky, except me. I didn't know ANYONE in that life, that is, I felt out of place because I had no soul connection with anyone. They were all new to me.
*Unknown year. United Kingdom. I was a man, an important writer.
*1964, Russia, I was a child, I died of a serious illness. I liked to write. I died very young, maybe I was six or seven years old.
*Unknown year. Again, writer. I was a man.
*1884, I think. France and London. I was a man, I was an artist and my paintings were a little... macabre? I liked to dress up in all kinds of costumes and I did some horrible things. I wasn't a murderer, however, I helped the "legendary" murderer and I was an accomplice. I don't like to remember this life. I discovered this in a self-hypnosis session, and the crisp memories were not pleasant at all.
*Unknown year. United States. I was a man and I was an actor. I died young.
*Born: 1998. Hi, I'm a woman, I was born in Chile, I write stories sometimes, and I'm studying to be a risk-preventionist.
I must have more past lives, but I don't remember them so clearly.
And all the time people thought he was a good husband...i cant even step on a bug unless a flea. Monsters walk among us so we all must be aware...
