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meloneri

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what if somehow somebody found their gravestone from a past life?
really freaky. like, your old dead body would be under there..

do you think most of us came from earth before?
it seems that a lot of us find out that we're here with relatives from past lives.
is this all just another cycle of what life was before?
with different games?
 
Hi Meloneri, welcome to the forum!


Most people on this forum, including myself, and people in general who believe in reincarnation, would be delighted to know it was their grave. Of course it would be a little spooky. Anything we uncover from the paranormal is.

meloneri said:
do you think most of us came from earth before?
it seems that a lot of us find out that we're here with relatives from past lives.


is this all just another cycle of what life was before?


with different games?
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I think its more than likely that most of us have been here on earth many, many times before. Earth is like a school. We will take many classes before we eventually graduate.


We will go through many experiences with our soul mates as we learn from each other in each life we have together.
 
I have, but it was quite easy because I was my own great grandmother. What was weird was that while I was standing at the grave of my husband in that life I felt a sexual feeling that immediately left when I left the area of the gravesite.


It was very strange and I have avoided that part of the cemetery ever since. It is the same cemetery where my father and many members from my mother's side of the family are buried.


My name then was Izora.
 
You might like the retired police detectives story here. In his book there is a picture of him standing over his grave (if memory serves me right).
 
My story is very similar to yours Mama2hrb... I was once my great grandfather. Our old family cemetery is not far from the farm, I go there frequently. After the initial frenzy of my discovery and the subsequent weirdness of standing there looking at it, I became strangely comfortable with the idea. Sounds strange but it really made me see how we are souls that simply occupy a physical/biological vessel. I have a love for my family plot and honor it every chance I get. It was actually a big player in my discovery. Before I knew reincarnation I went to the plot... it was there the strange, familiar, "dreams"/ memories started to occur. And, well, its been one heck of a journey.


Tman
 
haha, very cool, thanks for your answers everyone :)


it's probably likely that people have come across their grave without even knowing
 
I would love to be able to find a grave of mine, to research my family, it would be erie, but very special at the same time...However, I doubt if I have a single grave that is either marked, or even findable. Most of my deaths have been on battlefields during war, in burning raids and massacres with hundreds of others, in remote locations, poor families, etc...If you think about it, less then 3% of people who lived in the Medieval times were above extreme poverty. All these things would make it much more difficult to find graves today.
 
I think I'd be fascinated and be happy to stand over a grave that I believed was mine in a past life. I know when I go to cemeteries to see a relative's grave I find myself constantly reading many other stones as if I'm looking for someone.


Thanks for sharing the link to the video about Robert Snow and James Carroll Beckwith. So interesting and more believable because Robert saw an image of the painting that had not been in the public view as far as anyone could tell. And all those other facts that he could confirm really gives a good case for proof positive.
 
Since I was a child I had a recurrent dream of a gravestone I was absolutely sure I saw somewhere but couldn't remember where. I couldn't see what was written on it, but I knew the gravestone was very important and that finding it and finding who was buried there was was of vital importance. I even spent some time trying to find that grave in my own city, but didn't find it.


I'm not sure whether it is my grave or not because I wasn't given that information in my dream. I thought a lot about it, but i'm not sure if the soul can remember its own gravestone especially if it was erected long after the person was gone.
 
On the one hand, I think it would be fascinating to see your own grave from a previous life, but then I also think it would be like seeing a car you used to own in a junkyard. Maybe a twinge of nostalgia, but it's useless now.


I think, ultimately, if I were to find the grave of one of my past lives, I'd want to see what physical traces of that life remained, like birth and death certificates, etc.


I have only a faint suspicion that I may have Ludwig II in my roster, but though seeing his castles ignites something deep inside, looking at his final resting place does nothing for me.
 
Honestly I'll be a little freaked out... But I'll be fine.. (I have not seen my grave, its very far away..) but the one I wonder would be the bodies of Egyptian mummies or people whose body has not decay (Like Lenin..) I think they'll get a little bit more freaked out..:confused:
 
Some while back they found some ancient caucasian mummies in or near China. I remember seeing the face, rather well-preserved, of a bearded man. I think he had a facial tattoo or something. He clearly wasn't Chinese or anything of the sort. Anyway, I remember feeling like I was looking at myself. I've been trying to find a picture of him, but am pretty busy for the time being. If I find it, I'll post it. It was chilling to see and to have it pop into my mind "So that's what I look like when I'm dead...". I'd like to know more about him.
 
The whole concept of being buried I find very odd


This summer I took a trip from Ottawa to Prince Edward Island.


While traveling through the province of New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island I was amazed to see the number of cemetaries in this part of the world.


Cemetaries are actually a very popular tourist draw. Who would have thought! But they are.


My family does not bury their dead, rather we are cremated and our ashes are scattered at the location of our choosing. There is no stone marker to mark that we ever existed. We are then free to explore the world as a free spirit, and then find a new loving family when we are ready to be reborn again.


To get around the fact that we do not get a headstone to be remembered by, we like to publish books about our life instead as another way to be fondly remembered.


So as I passed cemetary after cemetary in New Brunswick, after a while I began thinking to myself wouldn't it be much better idea if they turned the cemetaries into a children's playground instead, with each person in the cemetary contributing to a piece of playground equipment rather than a granite headstone.


In this way when the spirits of the deceased are reborn as children, they can have fun playing in the playground that honors their past life. Rather than a somber sad place, the cemetary playground becomes a happy place to be reborn and enjoy life again.


I am sure that this will sound completely weird to everyone who reads it, but it just seems to make so much better sense to honor the past lives of those we have been before and been loved, by giving their spirits a fun place to play when they are reborn.


If I was going to be remembered to future generations, I would much rather it be as a plaque on a piece of fun playground equipment (that I could use myself as a new child) behind a church rather than a granite headstone. That is just me though.


I sincerely apologize if this offends anyone, but these were some real thoughts I had when I saw and passed so many cemetaries in New Brunswick. For me it was kind of depressing and I thought the space could be so much better used as a playground behind the church to honor those who had gone before and the new spirits who had been reborn.


My past inlaws on the other hand thoroughly enjoyed burying everyone who died in their family. They have a special family plot at a local cemetary. Every year they visit the family grave site to remember past loved ones who have died. I always found this behaviour to be odd because I couldn't figure out why they thought that the spirits of their deceased loved ones were still there. Or rather felt compelled to honor them in this way.


Instinctively I just knew that these past spirits were off enjoying another life and another adventure somewhere else. Or perhaps closer to home now that I am aware of same family reincarnation.


I hope that I didn't get too off topic.
 
Actually, Arnold, your post was not off-topic at all, and was not in the least offensive. Being that I am in the last third of my life, I have given the subject of burial much more personal consideration. I agree with you that our memorials should be more fun and should contribute in some way to the joy of living rather than to the outmoded thought that life somehow ends at death. Furthermore, the belief held by some Christians that embalming and hermetically sealing our bodies in heavy well-padded coffins in expectation of being raised by Christ at the end of the world strikes me as being insanely misled.


As for stumbling upon one's own gravestone, I think that our consciousness would be too busy—visiting places where we lived and suffered, if not evolving to greater and more inspiring dimensions—than to dwell at all on a lonely cold spot in which our bones lie buried.
 
I think the embalming thing in the US was more to keep the body at least viewable until burial. I read that the practice started when soldiers had to be shipped home from the battlefields of the Civil War.


Once I'm dead, I don't care what they do with the body. If I had to make a choice, I'd want to be buried on our property in Maine. Or else, I want a funeral pyre, open to the public with tailgate parties, live bands, and everyone just having the time of their lives. I want to be looking down as I leave this shell and see people celebrating life with everything they've got. Like Joan Jett sang in "Black Leather":


When I die, don't worry 'bout a coffin,


There won't be no ashes to stuff in an urn.


Just lay me out, toss on the Charcoal Lighter,


Fire me up, smell the leather burn!
 
I just saw something on TV that made me think of my late Uncle Chon. I never met him, but my parents said he was very hung up on the Battle of Little Big Horn. My dad said that he was like that all his life. Uncle Chon would have been born probably 1928. Anyway, where this is relevant to the thread is that he did find his grave from his life that ended at the Little Big Horn. He had been a US soldier and he knew his name. (I, unfortunately, don't remember what name my parents said.) He went to Little Big Horn and found where he was buried. He said that when he died in his current life he wanted to be buried right next to his old grave. That couldn't happen, but he was buried nearby.


My brother, Luiz, is believed to be Uncle Chon reincarnated, but he has expressed little interest in the Little Big Horn. I don't think he's visited Uncle Chon's grave.
 
Greetings. This an interesting discussion.


Arnold I find your views very similar to my own. The idea of our spirit moving on is pretty basic to a belief in reincarnation. Honoring our deceased family certainly has many variations, all based in the religious flavor of their people. But I'm with you, I think a better honor would be a book. What a wonderful tradition you have.


As one who has stood over his own grave, I can say with out a doubt that what lies in the ground is only a physical vessel, a part of the earth and this magnificent creation. Reminds me of a repeated saying in the religious tradition of my people: "remember man that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return." Now for many that is sad and seen as horrible. But to me its a truth, yes the physical vessel births, lives, withers and dies... but the soul, through reincarnation (and perhaps other things we don't know about) moves on. For me it is beautiful to think I, the physical, will one day again be apart of this great big beautiful creation. I have no problem thinking the carbon atoms of me might just enter the earth cycle and become a part of a great Cottonwood tree someday. And its pretty obvious I know that my soul has moved on and now inhabits this being... and the beauty of it causes me to "Stand in awesome wonder."


Shiftkitty you mentioned funeral pyres... this is such a wonderful way to allow a person to transcend. I saw a beautiful video once from a group of Buddhists and non-denominational people in Colorado that have built their own outdoor crematory. The ceremony was a loving tribute and, to me, such an honorable way to go. You can read about it in this article: Crestone End of Life Project.


Tinkerman
 
Now onetime some years ago, I visited the Northern Cheyenne Reservation in Montana. I have a serious deep connection to the Cheyenne People it seems. Anyway when I visited the reservation, the whole time during this visit I felt like I was soooo much completely back at 'Home'!!! This lasted for the entire time when I was on the reservation. But the feeling so vanished once I left the reservation.


Now during this visit, I stopped there at the cemetery there in Lame Deer, Montana. When I visited the cemetery, I just cried, and cried, and cried with being soooo moved to the very core of my being. Later found myself standing at the foot of a young Cheyenne girl who died a year or so before I was born. I personally do not know if this was me in a former life or just someone I knew from the former life. So do need to go thru a Past life Regression I guess. But the visit to this Cemetery and the Northern Cheyenne Reservation, was one of the most moving experiences I have had in this life! Also for the record, have dreamed of Lame Deer, Montana in my dreams.


Shiftkitty, now personally just have to say this from what you posted. I personally despise Custer and those soldiers who attacked the Cheyenne and the Sioux on that fateful day. They got what was coming to them in my opinion!


And to end, in this present life when that time comes, if possible, just think would want to do a final trip into the deep back wilds and find some wayyy secluded back wild spot to just lay down and then pass on. This rather then for this body to put in the ground and whatever. Let the physical when it is over be recycled so to speak and nourish all the other life around.


For whatever it is worth.
 
ArnoldVinette said:
In this way when the spirits of the deceased are reborn as children, they can have fun playing in the playground that honors their past life. Rather than a somber sad place, the cemetary playground becomes a happy place to be reborn and enjoy life again.
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If I was going to be remembered to future generations, I would much rather it be as a plaque on a piece of fun playground equipment (that I could use myself as a new child) behind a church rather than a granite headstone. That is just me though.
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You know what.. I agree on that one hundred percent.


I get really sad when I see cemetaries and honestly, my preference would be burned than buried. Pretty morbid, though.


I visited the Dutch cemetary nearby during a school field trip. It was silent, serene and peaceful. I did not see any ghost because there wasn't any, sure my friends were all fooling around, making lobotomised ghost noises. And some even had the nerve to go out trying to call for ghosts. But the truth, they weren't there. All of them had already reincarnate somewhere else. But here, we have a.. Complicated way of burial, if you're not a Christian.
 
I must admit that cemeteries once evoked a great degree of sadness, and I often would view headstones compassionately as I would often envision groups of crying loved ones at graveside during countless burial ceremonies.


However, I now view them with a hearty respect and a desire to see them maintained, and to see interest in them flourish and grow—only for the simple reason that they help to propagate a sense of continuation and connectivity with the past, while helping us to remember that this life is short and not just about our own duration.


Although cremation is practical and sometimes philosophically agreeable, I often feel as though having a headstone or plaque can be a reminder to future generations that they are connected to us. For this reason I am glad to see a trend among some parts of various world cultures to view graveyards as places to picnic, play and celebrate our existence, rather than to see them avoided and left to ruin as morbid memorials to long dead egos.
 
Its sad, indeed. Whenever I see a cemetary now, I keep thinking of my own. Was anyone there? Did they miss me? Where is everyone now? And I then I feel saddened that I left them. I didn't even say goodbye to them, I cause them a lot of sorrows and I just want to say I'm sorry,for leaving them to fight that accursed war by themselves!


Luckily here, cemetaries are well kept. Mainly due to the Hungry Ghost Festival and the stories that if you don't take care, they're gonna come and get you.


When I was a kid, I wasn't scared of any cemetaries (Until I started watching those horror movies..) During that time, I knew that they were taking care of me and would just casually walk through it. After all, you don't disturb them, they won't disturb you, right?
 
I found my grave site, in due thanks to a dear comrade of mine. It was interesting to see my grave. I'm already dead, passed and reincarnated so it's not like I need the old body anymore...but it was surreal to see where I ended up, as my body was moved to where it now sits.
 
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