Do you cry when you see your past life?
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Cyrus
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Well, not that I physically weep, but I do get fairly emotional, with a lump in my throat.
Quite recently I was seeing a film, a comedy film, and there was a scene there when a ship appeared in a port, and I saw
some sailors on its board - I nearly started to cry. They looked to me then a little like myself when I died at the age of 25 years in 1940 during what they call Taranto Battle, now.
And some early mornings, when the sun peeps into my kitchen in some special way, I get terribly emotional, too, recalling a remote PL scene when I was getting ready to leave my home for a whole day, and my grand-mother was preparing a small parcel with some food that I had to take with me to eat at midday: just some ham, tomatoes, garlic, bread and cheese, and a bottle of home-made cichorium drink, still hot...
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The Traveler
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Crying no, but i was stunned, totally stunned when i understood the strong connection between me and some shadow and lesser historical figures or some historical times.
The Traveler
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months ago i've seen the movie of "the lost city of z" about the biography of percy fawcett. i had the same feeling when i see the men on his expeditions.
also, the history of that explorer of past let me a lot of deep thinks, really, was not just a movie, but a jump of knowledge.
now i am searching some nice movie with a perfect renconstruction of byzantine empire, and not only for reconstruction of my old previous life as artisan or magician but also for work, cause i am trying to create a game with this kind of settlement.
but the only movie i found is "teodora" of '50 years. honestly i not want to see a movie about this whore of the past XD
*facepalm*
the unique movie about "byzanthium" is a vampires movie of 2012.
uff. -.-
The Traveler
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Sorry, i am busy these days, cause i am tring to fix my troubles with c++.
but i read your comment. ^^
C++ is a powerful language, but I don't know whether it can be used to fix our troubles
(Sorry, I understood your intended meaning, could not resist an alternative take).
I recently was told about a movie plot that was a play on a past life that I had lived. A friend described the plot not realizing that I had strong ties to it and said that in the movie, instead of dying like I did, I (the movie character) live in the move and so does my baby and that was so hard for me because in dying that is what I wanted and in this life I still yearn to be reunited with my baby but I know it is part of my path to be in this life now. There was a time when I was concerned that I had only died and my baby had lived but I found out later that was not true either. I think my mind swims with what if’s and it pains me at times to see the faces of those who I loved in lives past and to feel alone in this life. I cry for the love and the loss.
SeekerOfKnowledge
Learner
Some things from history make me feel either sad, angry, homesick or alienated. Or amused. Or happy. Or guilty. Funniest thing I ever had were flashbacks and sudden memories from my current life.
A few days ago watching something partly historical (something mentioned in another forum gave me the idea, I thought I might confront myself with possible triggers just to see what happens, if anything at all) left me with my heart racing, pain in the heart, stomach ache, a strange feeling in my hands so strong it was almost painful and a headache where the third eye is. I already knew about a connection and a life at almost exactly the same time, but didn't expect THAT. What the heck have I done or experienced? Knowing my ID for sure wouldn't help, as even if my PL was documented and I could read up events, this won't be the same as remembering, and you never know if things were exactly as described. I am convinced that there is something traumatic I don't remember yet. Unfortunately, I have the unhealthy tendency to assume the worst, what ever I consider to be the worst at a given time.
A few days ago watching something partly historical (something mentioned in another forum gave me the idea, I thought I might confront myself with possible triggers just to see what happens, if anything at all) left me with my heart racing, pain in the heart, stomach ache, a strange feeling in my hands so strong it was almost painful and a headache where the third eye is. I already knew about a connection and a life at almost exactly the same time, but didn't expect THAT. What the heck have I done or experienced? Knowing my ID for sure wouldn't help, as even if my PL was documented and I could read up events, this won't be the same as remembering, and you never know if things were exactly as described. I am convinced that there is something traumatic I don't remember yet. Unfortunately, I have the unhealthy tendency to assume the worst, what ever I consider to be the worst at a given time.
I do sometimes. But there are different types of tears. Those of joy and those of pain. Like SeekerofKNowledge stated, the WHO I was isn't as important as the feelings and emotions. They are deeply seated in my soul. Roger Woolger talks about this a lot in his book. "Other lives Other Selves"
Cyrus
Senior Registered
Hi, everybody:
I should have liked to download this as an audiobook, even in English.
I don't understand this "WHO I was".
The first thing I noticed in my first regression into my nearest PL, was a sensation, a feeling of my young and healthy body, the body of a young man twenty odd years old.
I had long forgotton how it felt, but I recognized it at once, it was ME, I had felt it in that way so many times before, and I couldn't understand how could I forget it for so long a time.
And I knew for sure that it was MINE.
It was undescribable !
And the things I was thinking at the moment, and how I was thinking - I think now almost like then, I believe I haven't changed in the core,
I'm the same, only in different material wrappings - and I cannot understand why somebody took away from me everything that I had then.
So my tears are NOT of joy, as I know I'll never be able to return there, even as a tourist.
Best Regards.
RedSunshine
Senior Member
I do, I cried when I saw my family photograph.
Ministargazer
Ministargazer
Yes, sometimes unexplainable emotions simply overcome you. It has no reason, it has no logic. You just know and you cry.
Zelda,
The only thing I can think of where I cried because of a past life connection would be when I broke up with my partner in this life back in 2018. I knew our LTR of 7 rs was karmic in nature as he was from England and I was from the US. I visited the UK many times and met his family friends. And while there I did get a senses that I once lived there back in the late 1800's and earlier during the middle ages. But strangely I did not pick up the karmic connection between us while in the UK. It was not until we broke up did I fine out. As two days after the break up I heard The Song by Enya Sumiregusa Wild Violet did I understood the past life connection between us finally. It was not England but Scotland where we knew each other. The relationship ended badly then as I committed suicide by throwing myself off the cliff at the Isle of Skye. I was 31 at the time.
Even though things did not work out in this life between us I will always love the man unconditionally from a soul level regardless. I can't tell you how many times I played that song during the break up. At least now I can listen to it without crying anymore.
P.
Enya - Sumiregusa (Wild Violet) - YouTube
Emma66
Once a Marine, always a Marine
Hi , yes I cried at the end of the regression when I realized I was in hospital and so far from my family, before I died, when I saw photos of my older brother when he was young, photos of Chu Lai, hill 54, when I read the words left by my sister on the Veterans Memorial and few days ago when the French TV News had a reporter for the winter storm Kenan. I started to cry as soon as he said "live from Atlantic city". I know I'm buried not very far. I cry but after I feel better, maybe it's the healing process.
SeaAndSky
Senior Registered
Hi Emma,
Many in the U.S. still mourn those who were lost. It was a sad time, and many lost loved ones. This is a hard thing even when the bereaved agree with the need for a war, and believe that their child died fighting for a good cause. It is much worse when those left behind have doubts about this, or believe the war was wrong.
Cordially,
S&S
PS--This is a bit off topic, as it probably has more to do with cross-gender incarnations (which is on a different thread), but you seem to also represent a phenomenon I have seen numerous times in my years on the board. I.e., soldiers who have died traumatically in war coming back the next time as females.
PPS--The reason I say "may" is that I cannot say for sure (since you seem to only remember one PL) whether your present lifetime is the cross-gender incarnation, or your PL was the cross-gender lifetime. Making a determination on this (at least from an objective standpoint) would require knowledge of your normative gender for most incarnations. In any case, it is an interesting topic to me (as well as being a seemingly unending source of controversy and discussion on the board).
Many in the U.S. still mourn those who were lost. It was a sad time, and many lost loved ones. This is a hard thing even when the bereaved agree with the need for a war, and believe that their child died fighting for a good cause. It is much worse when those left behind have doubts about this, or believe the war was wrong.
Cordially,
S&S
PS--This is a bit off topic, as it probably has more to do with cross-gender incarnations (which is on a different thread), but you seem to also represent a phenomenon I have seen numerous times in my years on the board. I.e., soldiers who have died traumatically in war coming back the next time as females.
PPS--The reason I say "may" is that I cannot say for sure (since you seem to only remember one PL) whether your present lifetime is the cross-gender incarnation, or your PL was the cross-gender lifetime. Making a determination on this (at least from an objective standpoint) would require knowledge of your normative gender for most incarnations. In any case, it is an interesting topic to me (as well as being a seemingly unending source of controversy and discussion on the board).
Emma66
Once a Marine, always a Marine
HI S&S,
This is not my only PL. I lived in a Nordic country (maybe Norway) in 1164, my name was Knut, I had a wife and a daughter. I also have a mare nowadays that was already my horse at that time. The horse died and save my life as we were attacked. But I don't cry or have feelings about this life so I don't care.
I think I have something to do with my last PL I feel like I am homesick, crying when I hear a song that says "I want to go to home, let me go home" (sloop Johnny B, The Beach Boys).
SeaAndSky
Senior Registered
Hi Emma,
I still have a selection of my LPs from the 60s and 70s, though I don't play them too much anymore. (In most cases, it is easier just to look up a tune I want to hear again on Youtube). Plus, an extended period spent listening to an LP from start to finish uninterrupted (which is the way I like to do it) hasn't really fitted into my life very well since adding all of the responsibilities of adulthood including a job, wife, children and then grandchildren. However, every so often when I have the house to myself, I put on some of my old favorites.
I'm embarrassed to say that the Holland album is all I have left of the Beachboys at this point in time. But they were always part of the mix I listened to in the old days! That was the era of listening on car radios when driving, on your own bedside radio at home in your room (I had a clock radio for that type of thing), and listening on your transistor radio (a modern marvel to us at the time) when you were relaxing on the beach or elsewhere. All we had in my area was AM radio for popular music, so the quality was always poor across the air waves, but we listened anyway.
There were no earphones in those days (much less ear buds) for ordinary folks. But I can still remember being 10-11 in the early 60s and watching my older brother (as a moody adolescent) laid out on the floor with a pillow under his head and a speaker from a cheap Hi-Fi record player on each side of his head--that was as close as we got to stereo. He like to listen to Peter, Paul & Mary and other popular folk music during that era--when the Beatles were still a very new thing. It is all a long time ago, and every era has its problems, but in many respects the times seem better to me than what we have today. Some things that are worthwhile are usually gained with the passage of time, but some things that are worthwhile are always lost as well.
Cordially,
S&S
I still have a selection of my LPs from the 60s and 70s, though I don't play them too much anymore. (In most cases, it is easier just to look up a tune I want to hear again on Youtube). Plus, an extended period spent listening to an LP from start to finish uninterrupted (which is the way I like to do it) hasn't really fitted into my life very well since adding all of the responsibilities of adulthood including a job, wife, children and then grandchildren. However, every so often when I have the house to myself, I put on some of my old favorites.
I'm embarrassed to say that the Holland album is all I have left of the Beachboys at this point in time. But they were always part of the mix I listened to in the old days! That was the era of listening on car radios when driving, on your own bedside radio at home in your room (I had a clock radio for that type of thing), and listening on your transistor radio (a modern marvel to us at the time) when you were relaxing on the beach or elsewhere. All we had in my area was AM radio for popular music, so the quality was always poor across the air waves, but we listened anyway.
There were no earphones in those days (much less ear buds) for ordinary folks. But I can still remember being 10-11 in the early 60s and watching my older brother (as a moody adolescent) laid out on the floor with a pillow under his head and a speaker from a cheap Hi-Fi record player on each side of his head--that was as close as we got to stereo. He like to listen to Peter, Paul & Mary and other popular folk music during that era--when the Beatles were still a very new thing. It is all a long time ago, and every era has its problems, but in many respects the times seem better to me than what we have today. Some things that are worthwhile are usually gained with the passage of time, but some things that are worthwhile are always lost as well.
Cordially,
S&S
This question is about crying and past lives. For me, the discovery of crying was part of both healing and the connection with past lives. For a number of years as a young adult, someone in the physical prime of life, I'd tried so hard to push all of this hidden feeling aside, to leave it behind. There's a phrase 'get on with my life'; though I'm not sure what that means.
After a few years of struggling with this bubbling emotion, always submerged just beneath the surface, but never going away for very long, I decided it was time to try a different tack. Another approach. All that buried emotion - from I knew not where - I decided to let it flow. it was a violent eruption of feeling. To say I cried would be an understatement. Once I had decided it was ok to go down this path, the first thing I noticed was that I survived. It hurt, it was painful. But the next day I was still alive. I started to feel joy. Somewhere into this mix of intense weeping followed by periods of joy and peace, I already knew this must be the right track, I just wanted some sort of healing. And pow, bam, an explosion of connection as I found my own previous self in a photograph from many years before I was born.
That was a start of a different thing, an effort at the intellectual level to try to understand all of that rationally. I made a few errors there. Rational thinking is the hardest and most error-strewn part of life. Often one must follow emotion and intuition, that will lead to truth, while rational argument may be futile. I say this from experience. My Dad had a saying, "the wise man learns from other people's mistakes - the fool learns from his own" - and he self-deprecatingly admitted he had had to learn from his own mistakes. Perhaps that is the human lot, we all have to learn from our own experience - whether we call it a mistake or inevitable almost doesn't matter.
To track back a little to the earlier part of this post. Allowing oneself to weep uncontrollably is not something which it is easy to fit into everyday life. This experience went on for at least ten years, and fortunately I learned to turn on and off the emotional outpouring at will. So I went through a form of self-therapy which could only be done when alone, while also setting off on a new career and launching myself deep into the world of work.
What I'm talking about here is a kind of time-sharing. I devoted myself 100% to the job I was doing, indeed one I was just learning. I also devoted myself 100% to releasing buried emotion from a past life. And somehow managed to fit both into a busy schedule, while also adding into the mix a hectic social life. I don't know how this is even possible. But that past-life stuff is not just an academic curiosity, some obscure interest, it is a crucial part of health and well being. It must be allowed its day, just as all the other aspects of life are attended to.
After a few years of struggling with this bubbling emotion, always submerged just beneath the surface, but never going away for very long, I decided it was time to try a different tack. Another approach. All that buried emotion - from I knew not where - I decided to let it flow. it was a violent eruption of feeling. To say I cried would be an understatement. Once I had decided it was ok to go down this path, the first thing I noticed was that I survived. It hurt, it was painful. But the next day I was still alive. I started to feel joy. Somewhere into this mix of intense weeping followed by periods of joy and peace, I already knew this must be the right track, I just wanted some sort of healing. And pow, bam, an explosion of connection as I found my own previous self in a photograph from many years before I was born.
That was a start of a different thing, an effort at the intellectual level to try to understand all of that rationally. I made a few errors there. Rational thinking is the hardest and most error-strewn part of life. Often one must follow emotion and intuition, that will lead to truth, while rational argument may be futile. I say this from experience. My Dad had a saying, "the wise man learns from other people's mistakes - the fool learns from his own" - and he self-deprecatingly admitted he had had to learn from his own mistakes. Perhaps that is the human lot, we all have to learn from our own experience - whether we call it a mistake or inevitable almost doesn't matter.
To track back a little to the earlier part of this post. Allowing oneself to weep uncontrollably is not something which it is easy to fit into everyday life. This experience went on for at least ten years, and fortunately I learned to turn on and off the emotional outpouring at will. So I went through a form of self-therapy which could only be done when alone, while also setting off on a new career and launching myself deep into the world of work.
What I'm talking about here is a kind of time-sharing. I devoted myself 100% to the job I was doing, indeed one I was just learning. I also devoted myself 100% to releasing buried emotion from a past life. And somehow managed to fit both into a busy schedule, while also adding into the mix a hectic social life. I don't know how this is even possible. But that past-life stuff is not just an academic curiosity, some obscure interest, it is a crucial part of health and well being. It must be allowed its day, just as all the other aspects of life are attended to.
SeaAndSky
Senior Registered
Hi Speedwell,
Well put, and excellent advice across the board. Also, there can be something holy in tears. The second beatitude states: Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. This seems to sum up your experience. In fact, among the ancient Desert Fathers/Mothers and Hesychasts, the gift of Penthos, holy tears, was considered a tremendous and possibly necessary aid to spiritual growth.*
Cordially,
S&S
*PS--some good websites on this:
https://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/book-reviews/excerpts/view/24047/desert-fathers-and-mothers
http://www.ldysinger.com/@books/Dysinger/05_tears-penth.htm
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/billy...ual-life-lessons-from-the-desert-fathers.html
Well put, and excellent advice across the board. Also, there can be something holy in tears. The second beatitude states: Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. This seems to sum up your experience. In fact, among the ancient Desert Fathers/Mothers and Hesychasts, the gift of Penthos, holy tears, was considered a tremendous and possibly necessary aid to spiritual growth.*
Cordially,
S&S
*PS--some good websites on this:
https://www.spiritualityandpractice.com/book-reviews/excerpts/view/24047/desert-fathers-and-mothers
http://www.ldysinger.com/@books/Dysinger/05_tears-penth.htm
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/billy...ual-life-lessons-from-the-desert-fathers.html
Emma66
Once a Marine, always a Marine
Hi Speedwell,
I understand very well what you are saying. It's all new for me as I found out who I was only last year on October 23rd. Since my NDE when I was 18, I sometimes felt sadness as if I was living in the wrong place at the wrong time but was not bursting into tears like now. As my PL was recent, I can find pictures of places where I have lived, YouTube videos of my unit in Vietnam or on USS Princeton. Sometimes it's just fine and sometimes, I don't know why, I start to cry.
But I need to search for information about this life as if I was healing partial amnesia. As I already said that's the healing process. I feel better knowing that I am not alone crying like that.
I understand very well what you are saying. It's all new for me as I found out who I was only last year on October 23rd. Since my NDE when I was 18, I sometimes felt sadness as if I was living in the wrong place at the wrong time but was not bursting into tears like now. As my PL was recent, I can find pictures of places where I have lived, YouTube videos of my unit in Vietnam or on USS Princeton. Sometimes it's just fine and sometimes, I don't know why, I start to cry.
But I need to search for information about this life as if I was healing partial amnesia. As I already said that's the healing process. I feel better knowing that I am not alone crying like that.
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Crying was always part of the process of remembering and dealing with past lives for me. Some memories came with a huge emotional impact and much pain. I cried many times because of these particular memories. But I also cried when thinking of historical events or the overall situation and all the bad things happening in the world back then. With time I learned not to get overly emotional each time I see something past life related, but it can still happen, especially when I’m alone. When I’m with someone else in such moments, I sometimes have to distract myself somehow to prevent the emotions from coming up, like telling a joke or something.
In current life it’s much easier for me to cry about the fate of others, or even about movies and fictional stories, than about my own disaster and unhappiness because … I don’t want to be weak, I don’t want to feel sorry for myself, I tell myself it’s actually not so bad and there’s no need to complain … and all those other stupid excuses why I would ignore my true feelings and be too hard on myself instead. I guess this wasn’t much different in my past lives, in some it was probably even worse.
From various past lives I remember being depressed, sad, shocked, scared, angry, ashamed, feeling guilt, feeling regret, and pushing such feelings aside often enough, or at least hiding them in front of others. I remember drinking in order to cope with a situation. But I don’t remember actually crying.
I think, just like with the fate of other people or with movies, the distance between a past life and my current self makes it easier to fully accept all these painful emotions, to release them and to embrace them finally. Something I couldn’t do in my past lives. Most important it’s easier to recognize those past moments and situations when I felt hurt, but wouldn’t admit, not even to myself.
But I don’t know if it’s a healing process when I cry about something past life related. Sometimes it’s comforting, but sometimes it’s just exhausting, especially crying over the same things over and over again (with year-long breaks in between).
Interestingly, I have this one memory when my soul proceeded to the spirit world right after I had died, and there I cried uncontrollably because I had been torn out of life so suddenly and violently, and because I knew how much pain my death would cause to my loved ones. And I’m sure I wasn’t someone who cried easily when I was still alive in this past life. But maybe the “distance” to that life made the difference again.
In current life it’s much easier for me to cry about the fate of others, or even about movies and fictional stories, than about my own disaster and unhappiness because … I don’t want to be weak, I don’t want to feel sorry for myself, I tell myself it’s actually not so bad and there’s no need to complain … and all those other stupid excuses why I would ignore my true feelings and be too hard on myself instead. I guess this wasn’t much different in my past lives, in some it was probably even worse.
From various past lives I remember being depressed, sad, shocked, scared, angry, ashamed, feeling guilt, feeling regret, and pushing such feelings aside often enough, or at least hiding them in front of others. I remember drinking in order to cope with a situation. But I don’t remember actually crying.
I think, just like with the fate of other people or with movies, the distance between a past life and my current self makes it easier to fully accept all these painful emotions, to release them and to embrace them finally. Something I couldn’t do in my past lives. Most important it’s easier to recognize those past moments and situations when I felt hurt, but wouldn’t admit, not even to myself.
But I don’t know if it’s a healing process when I cry about something past life related. Sometimes it’s comforting, but sometimes it’s just exhausting, especially crying over the same things over and over again (with year-long breaks in between).
Interestingly, I have this one memory when my soul proceeded to the spirit world right after I had died, and there I cried uncontrollably because I had been torn out of life so suddenly and violently, and because I knew how much pain my death would cause to my loved ones. And I’m sure I wasn’t someone who cried easily when I was still alive in this past life. But maybe the “distance” to that life made the difference again.
Lavender_004
Active Member
There is someone I strongly suspect and I do cry when seeing Stuff like family photos or even just random pictures of them
Cyrus
Senior Registered
Yes, I was born near Siena in my last PL and lived there till they sent me to the Navy.
As a teenager, I often traveled by railroad in Siena's neighbourhood, and sometimes even as far as Grosseto or Florence.
Seeing railroad and trains still makes me very emotional, though much has changed since then.
And a narrow crowded street going up and down can nearly make me cry.
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