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Does anyone remember their death?

traveler said:
Then again, if I get over it now, maybe I won't carry on the effects of these memories to another life.
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Very wise words ;)

traveler said:
Moondansyr, I'm not sure I should have used the term "obsessed" over death. You are right that they are dreams that happen only occasionally. It's not like I'm always thinking about it.
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I had a feeling you didn't really mean "obsessed." For what it's worth, I feel weird because I *don't* have death memories, as so many people seem to. I have memories of about 5 different lives. Only one memory is a death scene ... and it's after the death ... I have no idea how I died or how traumatic it may have been or anything, I saw it from above, after I'd already left my body. So, since the death scenes are quite common, I feel weird for not remembering mine. :-\
 
Hi Traveler and welcome.

I have several 'death' memories. They are usually very powerful and vivid experiences, so it is no wonder you recall them easily.

You may find with a bit of practise you can get better and putting some more detail against the various memories. I find that if I think about it in a relaxed state more detail comes into focus. You can read quite a lot on this forum about various different techniques for retrieving memories.

Do these deaths have something in common? Were they all violent for instance, or were they from various illnesses or mostly accidental? Is there no pattern that you can discern?

What were you mostly thinking at the time of death? These sorts of patterns can be very enlightening to your efforts to put them into some sort of context and work out what it is your psyche is trying to 'tell' you, which may relate to any present life dilemmas/avoid the same patterns in the future.
 
Welcome aboard Traveler. I agree a professional regression might help you get past your death dreams. But meditation might help, which you don't mention doing. Quite often meditation can flesh out our dreams, and that can help us understand them better, and begin healing. If meditation is new to you, Meditation might be of interest to you.

John
 
tiltjlp, one of these days I will seriously consider professional regression. I have 1 1/2 years left of college, though, then I will budget for it. ;) I have tried meditating, but I need to become more disciplined about it.

tanguerra, most of the death dreams do have something in common - I was killed. I was raised in a conservative Christian home and was not even introduced to the concept of reincarnation in childhood. Yet for as far back as I can remember, I believed that I was actually a "grown-up" in a little girl's body. My skin and hair were dark brown (in this life I am white).

When I was old enough to know a word for it, I believed I had been Native American women in both of these lives I remembered. I was stabbed to death once by a white man, and in the other I was drowned by a group of men. As I grew older, I believed these were just dreams. But when I was 19, one of the dreams came back to haunt me again. It was so vivid I came to realize that it was real, and I made the connection between the stabbing death and my current life.

After having the nightmare several nights in a row, I finally decided (based partly on an idea I had read in a dream book) to consciously control the dream and find out who killed me. I saw more detail that time. I was definately a young Native American woman, I was barefoot and running through an unfamiliar forest. I don't know how I got into that situation. The white man who was chasing me knew the forest and also was wearing shoes, so he had a distinct advantage. I made it to a clearing and stopped to catch my breath. I thought I lost him, when quite suddenly I was hovering over my crumpled body. There was blood all over. He had come up behind me and stabbed me in the heart. It was sudden and unexpected, there was no pain, but I was overwhelmed with anger. It wasn't fair, he didn't even know me, all he thought about was my skin color, how dare he, I didn't even have a chance, its not fair its not fair...

I was prepared for this reaction, having had the dream a number of times, so I intentionally brought myself down so I could see his face and I asked who he was. His faced changed and I realized he is my biological father in this life. That explains a lot of abuse issues from my early childhood, and it also explains how I carried the anger I held toward him from another life. We had never resolved our issues. As soon as I realized this, I let go and started moving on. It's not that he has changed, but it is only hurting me to continue that anger any further.

However, the dreams haven't stopped. That one did, but others keep cropping up. They are nightmares, and I don't want to deal with them because it is emotionally exhausting.

Now I'm 30-something and I'm not even sure what brought this up, why I am back to pondering the death dreams. Now I'm rambling. I could probably get general counseling without mentioning past lives. I'm just not sure what the specific issues are unless I can bring myself to face the other dreams.
 
Any recollection of the procedure of dying?

In some posts people have asked about the ways they have died weither it be dramaticly or slowly which is all fair enough but does anyone, when bieng regressed and remembering dieing have any recollection of the actual events of there death regardless of how?

Does anyone ever briefly see the "tunnel of light" or other common NDE aspects whilst regressing a death?

Any info on this if you have any recollection of the actual death would be interesting.
 
Hello milkdrops,

does anyone, when bieng regressed and remembering dieing have any recollection of the actual events of there death regardless of how?
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Yes, on several occasions. But my memories come through meditations, not regressions.

Does anyone ever briefly see the "tunnel of light" or other common NDE aspects whilst regressing a death?
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Imo – everyone’s experiences of the transition at death will be completely different. I believe that those transitional experiences are shaped by our consciousness. You can have a tragic death become a good transition – and imo, that’s the important part.

Ailish
 
Was just curious....if your willing could you tell me about what you saw when you experienced your death? (not how you died)
 
It’s a very personal thing – but I can tell you that in one of my lives – as I was dying I did see small flashes, moments with the people who meant the most to me. It was a highly emotional experience. I was aware – of being in my mother’s arms, yet I was also aware of the process of separating from that body. There was no pain – but a feeling of vibration – of lightness – and for me there was no “tunnel” of Light – I was already within the Light.
 
There was no pain – but a feeling of vibration – of lightness – and for me there was no “tunnel” of Light – I was already within the Light.
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This has been the case with me too on the rare occasions that I remember dying. I remember separating from my body and then I was floating. No pain at all. Just a light floaty feeling and a feeling of freedom.
 
Same here. I remember seeing the people in the room, and the next moment seeing them from a different perspective, when I was floating above my body. At that moment, the light in the room seemed to change, like the people/Souls were somewhat illuminated, and I also was aware that I could sense their emotions and their thoughts (which were mostly of relief that I was finally gone after a long illness).


Eevee
 
Hmmm. I wasn't sure if I could reply to this. I've experienced dying and the "afterstate" twice in a PL dream. Both times I was just suddenly outside my body and the situation. I felt no pain dying, and after I did and realised that, I was feeling okay and ready to move on. But as these were dreams, I'm not completely sure this was all there was to it in the real situation.

Karoliina
 
Remembering your death


I remembered my death in a dream: I was 12 or 13, sleeping at my grandparents' house in Alabama. It was much different than any dream I'd ever had, because in this dream I was a grownup: in all my other dreams, I had always been myself-- that is, a young boy. In the dream, I was an RAF pilot. It was the darkest days of World War II, before the US had entered the conflict, and things looked grim for the United Kingdom. So desperate was the situation that a secret suicide mission was mounted. (many years later I read of the actual existence of the mission(s); it had been kept secret, of course since the very concept violated core western mores.) I was at a banquet with the small cadre of volunteers and our officers--a sendoff, if you will. I remember that there were candleabra on the table, and I remember the complex set of emotions that I felt, knowing that this was my last night on earth.


The next thing I remember was the morning of the mission: flying high through a mostly cloudless sky, gaining altitude for my bombing run. My plane had been fitted with a large bomb. In the distance I spotted our target convoy; I picked out my ship by its silhouette and put my plane into a power dive. I succeeded in hitting the target square in the center, followed of course by a cataclysmic explosion; then everything went black, and I thought to myself "So that's it." Then I realized that I had just framed a thought! How could I do that if I were dead? I had been sure that nothing but oblivion followed death. Then I began to feel the sense of slowly rising through a black void; as I ascended I could feel all of my life's memories slipping away and being replaced by the memories of the 12 year old who was now sleeping in his grandparents' bed in Alabama. It was the same feeling you get when waking from a very vivid dream: you know that you're going to forget all of it when you wake up, no matter how bad you want to remember it. However, as you can see I didn't forget all of it. Much later in life I had a past life regression, and went right back to this event; only this time I remembered more of the events of the day before the mission--starting the planes, the smell of exhaust, the sound of the engines. The feeling of knowing that you are experiencing your last day on earth is impossible to explain to someone who hasn't experienced it.
 
Welcome to the forum, Marco13!


Thank you for sharing your PL dream. And it is wonderful that you got confirmation of it during your regression.

It was the same feeling you get when waking from a very vivid dream: you know that you're going to forget all of it when you wake up, no matter how bad you want to remember it.
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I love the way you describe this transition. May I ask if you know how much time there was between your death in your last life and your birth in the present?


I look forward to reading more of your experiences and hope you enjoy reading on the forums and joining in the discussions here.


Eevee
 
In the dream, it was 1939, I believe; I was born into this present life November 13, 1945. All through my childhood I was obsessed with militaria, and my mom probably still has elementary school photos where the lieutenant's insignia I pinned to my collars can be seen. I also told my friends that I had been in World War II. Although I was old enough to grasp the concept of time, and thus knew that this was impossible, it still seemed very "true" to me on some level: I KNEW I had been in the war. I obsessively collected stuff from the war, and my favorite place to go was the military surplus store. My militaria fixation continues to this day: I continue to favor "uniform" type clothing (favorite color: olive drab), and wear a military type watch.
 
Welcome to the forum, Marco13 - even though I can see you've actually been a member for a while. :)


You have had a pretty strong past life dream as a child. Of course your fascination with the subject and the later regression experience make it all more valid. :thumbsup:


Do you have any other past life experiences?


Karoliina
 
I remember two lifes now.


In one life, around 1500/1600/1700 in Veneto (Italy) I died very young. I don't know exact how old I was... I think 18/19 years old. I died from a illness. I lay in bed at home and my older brother (and my soulbrother, my best friend and my spirit guide now) was there too. I died with his arms around me.


The other life I remember is my last life - the life before this life. Then I was much older when I died - around the 60 years old, I think. It was, broadly taken, I guess, around 1920. I don't remember how I died yet, but I remember when I arrived in "higher vibrations" and met my spirit guide (yes my brother from the other life ;) ). I fell completely lost in his arms (in earthly terms). It was a very hard life for me.


Interesting thread! :thumbsup:
 
An interesting old thread, does anyone have any comments on the original question? So many people who remember their past lives seem to remember a tragic death. Is it the nature of the death that causes us to remember? or perhaps because death came too early and unexpectedly, leaving us with a sense of unfinished business? Does anybody remember dying peacefully of old age? Any thoughts?
 
Of the few vivid dreams and flashbacks I've had that might be related to past lives, I cannot remember any deaths, tragic or otherwise. However, I have often remembered saying, "Oh Boy! This is gonna hurt!". I have always lived somewhat on the edge, and I've lived much longer with death at my elbow than I ever expected. Unfortunately, as a result, I seem to have never been compelled to plan very far ahead.


Focusing on my death has never been been such a poignant issue, that I would remember such a thing. Besides, I know, somehow, that it doesn't really hurt to die in most cases. My greatest fear is of dying in the wrong place at the wrong time; so I've chosen the active pursuit of crusading in order to die honorably with my boots on and for a righteous purpose. If I happen to die of old age with my happy family around me, that would be fine too.


Some people believe that dying is always tragic, no matter what the cause; and I truly respect them for their belief. However, a tragic death for me would be to lose without a fight. We all crave peace, but there is always the necessity to conduct war. Such is, I believe, the world that we chose to live in.


To be candid, my most vivid and real dreams or flashes, if you will; are the ones in which I seem to be secretly levitating myself as well as other things. Perhaps, these were just incredibly real and vivid fantasies. I don't really know. Karma has chosen to keep me in the dark about my own past lives. I hope everyone here will bear with my ignorance of reincarnation; but trust that I don't doubt the experience or recollections of anyone here.


-Nightrain
 
I've had a recurring dream now and then for the last 30 or 40 years or so. In it I am in a small European-looking village with cobblestone streets, and I'm running away from a bunch of soldiers and I'm trying to hide from them. I always wake up with the feeling that I didn't get away from them in the end. But what might have happened (assuming this dream is past-life connected) I really don't know for sure.


The only other memory is a regression memory of being a baby in a crib and dying in a house fire. I got the impression it might have been in Pennsylvania, and maybe in the mid 1800's.
 
I remember my death in my Danish life, which was in the 1200s. I died peacefully in that one, a fairly old (for the time, at least--I was in my early 70s) man with my family by me. It was not at all a painful or frightening death. I think I was only sick for a very short time before my death and I knew that it was time for me to go. I had lived a fairly exciting life :tongue:


In my WWII life, I died in the 1950s in a plane accident (ironic, since I survived a plane crash during the war as a fighter pilot). I think I always knew how I was going to go, in that life. It had to be flying--flying was my life. It was scary, momentarily. And it was my own mistake. I shouldn't have crashed at all, I was stupid to have done so, so there was a lot of guilt when I realized that in this lifetime.
 
I had a life during WWII in which I was a German sniper. I was killed late in the war with the Allies closing in. I've had very few memories of this life, but I clearly remember my death. It was a bombed out German city (I don't know which one). It was night and I was sneaking around in the dark. I came to a well lit corner and carelessly stepped out around it. I heard the shot and felt the impact. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, but it really didn't hurt that much. I put my hand on my chest where I felt the impact and looked down to see blood all over my hand. I knew I would be gone very soon. I remember feeling angry with myself for being so careless. As a sniper I prided myself at being a master at hiding. It was foolish of me to be killed exposing myself to the enemy like that.


After I had passed I was looking down on the scene. I remember just thinking how terrible it all was. There were so many lives lost, so many homes destroyed, and for what?
 
Actually the first past life recollection that I ever had was of one of my deaths. I was marching through a forest with the rest of an army heading to face off with our enemy. Suddenly a spear came from out of nowhere & went right through my torso. One of my comrades came over, said some prayers, & beheaded me in order to put me out of my misery. the funny thign is that I remember knowing exactly what he was going to do & being grateful & unafraid of the whole thing.


The other death that I have recalled has been the death of Hans. After being captured by the British, being interrogated, & having the reality of what had happened to his fiance when Berlin fell made clear to him, Hans hung himself.


Sincerely,


Laurasia
 
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