I can't remember my last death day,but I can still remember the one before that life : the 28th of may 1948.I'ts weird to know that our body is merely a "flesh prison" and that the real "me" speaking is actually our soul...lol I guess I'm overthinking things again.But in a way it is true though
I remember being a ghost-mama worried about her son that was lying on the floor after having taken drugs. He was skinny looking and would forget to eat. He had worn out jeans on him. It is one of the strongest memories I have. I loved him so much. He was so important to me, yet I could feel that he felt like he was a nobody. I would also visit his father who was asleep and they did not have the best relationship upon that point. I would try to talk to his father as he was asleep to see if I could get him to start to take actions and try to get our boy out of his dark place. I was able to locate this boy and he had done drugs but had turned his life around, warning others, youngsters, not to go that way, he had to learn the hard way. He also confirmed that his relationship with his dad was not good at that point in his life. I was able to get hold of this information many years after I had the memory.From the past life "Go Back Jack" as the blues musician I used to have memories of being in a dingy hotel room in New York City just off Washington Square. I was lying on a bed, rumpled bedspread and sheets, not altogether clean and staring out a window directly across from me. I could see a Neon Sign flashing - must have been the hotel's. It was dark outside - evening. Then I remember being in a discouraged frame of mind, overdosing and falling into pitch blackness. I have searched for the name of this hotel in the records of that time era - 1935-1945 and am still searching.
22nd August 1922 was my last life death. 97 years ago today. I had a rough nights sleep but I think I will have a few drinks tonight.