Despite the fact that I’ve found no proof of my lives, I believe they exist. Always believe, even if you haven’t yet found any documented evidence.
It becomes very emotional when you realize the truth. And then the sadness of knowing that your life was taken away before it's time. Such was the war in Vietnam.
Yes and it was at the same time a kind of relief and a hard time realizing what I went through. I feel better now but sometimes when I look back I really want to go home, to see my family because I have something to tell them and I cry because I can't. I'm still working on memories of a past life in Russia in the 18th century, I have found a lot of elements but it will be hard to prove he really existed.
I seek to understand how you got this information that you had both public figures past lives. Did you consult a medium or something else?
Archives are an excellent place to start because it is considered concrete evidence. If you know what you're looking for, there is a chance that an archive might have the answer. I personally don't believe in the veracity of mediums because I may never be sure whether much of what they say is verifiable.
I didn't consult anyone. We (staff of the forum) don't recommend using other people to find or interpret past lives for you. The best evidence comes from you and by far, having knowledge of something that should not be known to you, but can be verified somehow, is regarded as the best form of evidence.
Hi Totoro,
That, yes. Some of us even feel like that about their own memories sometimes. Can't exclude either cryptomnesia or imagination entirely, even though some things just feel a little bit too real to be just that.
Hi Amberlyn,
) where the younger sister ultimately Anglicized her name, it was a huge hit. However, last names were changed in later records (possibly for pronunciation purposes?) and there was at least one other almost identical family that COULDN'T have been mine for various reasons -- but they had incorrect birthdays and other details. And these two families seemed to leap frog one another -- one would exist on one document, the other on the next, creating a weird, suspicious paradox that left me feeling kinda hopeless about the whole thing.
I doubt my memories all the time! One of the main memories that I use as "evidence" involves ww1, which I know nothing about in this life (aside from the requisite "trenches are scary"). When I first remembered the siege of Antwerp and the Belgian refugees I was in awe, because I had basically slept through all of ww1 in history class . . . but when I really think about it, I realize I LITERALLY slept through some of it. So who's to say? Maybe in the dream state, the teacher taught about what I remember! And because I was asleep, it deeply entered my brain, like hypnosis! It's a stretch, but I'm a seasoned professional when it comes to sabotaging my self-trust
Thanks for sharing HBCI've found the census (and other official records) to be disorienting, but that could've been because my family immigrated to England and there was little consistency with documented names. I remember my younger sister changing her name, so when I found a family of four (with an older son born the right year, with the right name -- no small feat! Early 20th C. Russian Jewish immigrant families NEVER had only two children!
I also tried to find my partner, who may be listed among the (mostly unlisted) victims of the Lancastria sinking. He was a native Brit, and even HIS name was un-trace-able! People with his name disappeared and reappeared in the documents at random. My (current-life) husband is super into research and accuracy and such -- I gave up looking LONG before he did. Ultimately, he only made himself frustrated.
Personally, I ended up more confused and troubled than before I even looked. I couldn't follow one single person from birth to death. Very confusing stuff. There were certainly enough synchronicities to peak my interest, but I'm easily discouraged, and it ultimately felt more invalidating than confirming. And I mean that broadly -- seemingly EVERYONE WHO EVER LIVED was invalidated! What I learned from these records is that, if it's proof you need, nothing ever existed! Sure, someone may exist in 1921, but where are they later? And then when they reappear, will they EVEN HAVE THE SAME LAST NAME?? Is it even THEM? And if not, where did the other one GO? And who is THIS?! It's crazy to have an identity crisis about a life you're not even living
It does bring me a little comfort to recognize that there aren't even consistent records of my own family in THIS life -- people I KNOW existed, have heard stories about and seen photos of. Who knows why, but they don't enjoy much recorded consistency either. Honestly, I'd be hard pressed to "prove" my great grandparents existed using official documents!
For now I'm just sticking with my memories. They're very clear and very stable, whereas "concrete" reality is apparently a chaotic illusion
Ha, funny you should ask, we DID spend some time in Antwerp! At least that's how I recall it. My memory of things was that we came from a little village in the Pale of Settlement when I was a kid and spent some time in Antwerp with my father's brothers & their families, who were already established there. WW1 broke out and we escaped to England. My father wasn't with us when we left, and I'm not sure if this is because he was already in London or because he was elsewhere (he traveled a lot for work at that time). One of my uncles moved his family to Amsterdam at the same time my family moved, one uncle stayed in Antwerp. All told, I doubt we were in Antwerp for more than a year, and may not have filed any official paperwork there. I was quiet young, though, so who's to say. Also, it was a whole other life, so what do I know
Oh, you're back! It's been a while.I've found the census (and other official records) to be disorienting, but that could've been because my family immigrated to England and there was little consistency with documented names. I remember my younger sister changing her name, so when I found a family of four (with an older son born the right year, with the right name -- no small feat! Early 20th C. Russian Jewish immigrant families NEVER had only two children!
I also tried to find my partner, who may be listed among the (mostly unlisted) victims of the Lancastria sinking. He was a native Brit, and even HIS name was un-trace-able! People with his name disappeared and reappeared in the documents at random. My (current-life) husband is super into research and accuracy and such -- I gave up looking LONG before he did. Ultimately, he only made himself frustrated.
Personally, I ended up more confused and troubled than before I even looked. I couldn't follow one single person from birth to death. Very confusing stuff. There were certainly enough synchronicities to peak my interest, but I'm easily discouraged, and it ultimately felt more invalidating than confirming. And I mean that broadly -- seemingly EVERYONE WHO EVER LIVED was invalidated! What I learned from these records is that, if it's proof you need, nothing ever existed! Sure, someone may exist in 1921, but where are they later? And then when they reappear, will they EVEN HAVE THE SAME LAST NAME?? Is it even THEM? And if not, where did the other one GO? And who is THIS?! It's crazy to have an identity crisis about a life you're not even living
It does bring me a little comfort to recognize that there aren't even consistent records of my own family in THIS life -- people I KNOW existed, have heard stories about and seen photos of. Who knows why, but they don't enjoy much recorded consistency either. Honestly, I'd be hard pressed to "prove" my great grandparents existed using official documents!
For now I'm just sticking with my memories. They're very clear and very stable, whereas "concrete" reality is apparently a chaotic illusion
The following comes from https://redstarline.be/nl/pagina/jiddische-advertentie-een-poolse-krant-1921 ( a local museum in Antwerp). There was a highly active recruiting system aimed at East European Jews. They wanted to sell them tickets to go to the United States by boat.
Ha, yeah. I'm kinda touch-and-go with the internet. I go through cycles with it, too much takes a mental toll
Such is the life of someone stuck feeling like they were born in 1906 I thought the 1920's were overstimulating! #SeniorCitizen4Life
Yes, my dad & his brothers worked in the diamond industry -- my uncles as diamond cutters I think, and my father as a trader (hence the travel), and I did look that up for confirmation when I remembered. But there is so much that you posted that I didn't realize! I'm assuming by "central station" we're talking about the train station, because a disproportionate amount of my memories from Antwerp involve trains and train tracks (many boys in my neighborhood played -- dangerously, and not without consequence -- around the tracks). I've never had those memories confirmed! In fact, I never even thought to look that up, because it just seemed so natural -- OF COURSE there are trains in Antwerp. But there was a lot of train-related bustle mere blocks from where I lived.
So cool! Thank you so much!
Oh, woa. I am new here, but this one caught my eye and attention. Public Figures? Would you ever share such with us?
