vicechris
New Member
Greetings and salutations everyone. I would like to share my personal experiences and memories.
I was hesitant to name names but for the sake of transparency, I will put my doubts/insecurities aside.
My first memory of a past life occurred around the age of 3-8
the setting of this dream was my dimly lit sleeping quarters & office as it rained at night.
the point of view suggests that we were noncorporeal and floating (consciousness itself)
which implies that this was a memory that had taken place after we'd perished from our accident.
we approached our desk which was illuminated by our desk lamp,
what would've been filled with papers and documents was now void, albeit for one photo.
A sepia photograph of a dignified man in a military uniform
but something had blurred my face or maybe we'd forgotten who we were?
but based on the sepia photograph we did have a timeframe of the 1880s-1920s
I was quite enamored by this virtuous gentleman and always wondered who he was.
Years later we had another noncorporeal dream, this time we were in an apartment building.
and an African-American child slept but he suddenly became startled by our presence
the memory ended abruptly but it did seem he was capable of seeing us whereas others couldn't
it was only twenty years later that I'd awakened and discovered who these two individuals were
After some time I grew fascinated with the Netherlands, it just felt so familiar... but why?
it almost seemed like something was trying to tell me something, then I had a dream one night.
the dream had taken place in a city during winter, with medieval architecture and a stone arch bridge.
I was corporeal exploring this foreign land but all the names of the places were blurred out,
just like the face on the sepia photograph. I doubted I would figure out the name of this place,
but then my point of view quickly changed to something noncorporeal hovering over me and the city.
This noncorporeal being whispered "chocolate" and then I returned to my point of view.
moments later we'd entered an elegant hotel and were accosted by someone
I blurted that I'd only had two years left to live and ran away ending the dream.
and for some unknown reason, I developed a strong desire to try fencing after that dream.
this dream memory occurred on June 5th of 2021.
Upon researching this dream I'd narrowed the location down to Ghent, Belgium.
the bridge was the same as in the dream, and the medieval architecture eerily matched
Belgium once being a part of the Netherlands was the reason for attraction and the first connection.
Then I remembered Mr. Ian Stevenson's research about past lives and childhood phobias
and how about 35% of traumatic deaths can manifest into current lives as fears and phobias
my biggest fear is heights and falling to my death, so I used that to begin looking deeper
I'd discovered a potential past life. "Albert Meinrad"
who died tragically in a mountain climbing accident in 1934
For a while I was cynical and didn't want to believe it to be true,
but who am I to spit in the face of the wise man after he had sheltered me and shown me my light?
to deny that truth is to deny my light, my truth, and thus my existence.
One day I'd decided to venture into psychology to seek more questions from within.
active imagination allowed me to speak to my anima and I promptly asked her;
"can I ask about my past lives?"
She stood up from the bench and said sternly as she looked at me "you must not go there"
and then to my right, a bluish door with several deadlocks manifested out of nowhere
she proceeded to lock it as I watched before ejecting me from this altered state of consciousness.
this form of meditation occurred on July 26th, 2021
Long story short, evidence pointed to "James Baldwin" as another past life
On the 20th of March, I'd had a haunting memory that served as more evidence
a plane crashed into the building and barrages of strikes started happening
I tried to evacuate everyone from the bombardments but not everyone survived.
The next thing I know there was a nurse who was chastising me because of the deaths
I didn't know who she was, but the manner in which she spoke made me assume that I knew her.
I can say that it was without a doubt, it was my late wife Elisabeth
who was dubbed "queen-nurse" due to her assistance during WW1
just as I was dubbed "knight-king" due to my role in WW1
candidly I didn't read anything about her so I had no knowledge about her until after the dream.
I always had the ideology that a king is someone who serves his people and not himself
one that is kind and wants to make society a better place and improve lives.
one that is willing to fight and be a leader and not cower in their home as his people fight a war.
and it seems me and Albert hold that same belief based on what I've read.
but I've been careful in my research as I wish not to contaminate it with foreknowledge.
Just because one chapter ends, doesn't mean the story should end there.
what makes a good story? well, the characters of course! and life is a never-ending story.
I was hesitant to name names but for the sake of transparency, I will put my doubts/insecurities aside.
My first memory of a past life occurred around the age of 3-8
the setting of this dream was my dimly lit sleeping quarters & office as it rained at night.
the point of view suggests that we were noncorporeal and floating (consciousness itself)
which implies that this was a memory that had taken place after we'd perished from our accident.
we approached our desk which was illuminated by our desk lamp,
what would've been filled with papers and documents was now void, albeit for one photo.
A sepia photograph of a dignified man in a military uniform
but something had blurred my face or maybe we'd forgotten who we were?
but based on the sepia photograph we did have a timeframe of the 1880s-1920s
I was quite enamored by this virtuous gentleman and always wondered who he was.
Years later we had another noncorporeal dream, this time we were in an apartment building.
and an African-American child slept but he suddenly became startled by our presence
the memory ended abruptly but it did seem he was capable of seeing us whereas others couldn't
it was only twenty years later that I'd awakened and discovered who these two individuals were
After some time I grew fascinated with the Netherlands, it just felt so familiar... but why?
it almost seemed like something was trying to tell me something, then I had a dream one night.
the dream had taken place in a city during winter, with medieval architecture and a stone arch bridge.
I was corporeal exploring this foreign land but all the names of the places were blurred out,
just like the face on the sepia photograph. I doubted I would figure out the name of this place,
but then my point of view quickly changed to something noncorporeal hovering over me and the city.
This noncorporeal being whispered "chocolate" and then I returned to my point of view.
moments later we'd entered an elegant hotel and were accosted by someone
I blurted that I'd only had two years left to live and ran away ending the dream.
and for some unknown reason, I developed a strong desire to try fencing after that dream.
this dream memory occurred on June 5th of 2021.
Upon researching this dream I'd narrowed the location down to Ghent, Belgium.
the bridge was the same as in the dream, and the medieval architecture eerily matched
Belgium once being a part of the Netherlands was the reason for attraction and the first connection.
Then I remembered Mr. Ian Stevenson's research about past lives and childhood phobias
and how about 35% of traumatic deaths can manifest into current lives as fears and phobias
my biggest fear is heights and falling to my death, so I used that to begin looking deeper
I'd discovered a potential past life. "Albert Meinrad"
who died tragically in a mountain climbing accident in 1934
For a while I was cynical and didn't want to believe it to be true,
but who am I to spit in the face of the wise man after he had sheltered me and shown me my light?
to deny that truth is to deny my light, my truth, and thus my existence.
One day I'd decided to venture into psychology to seek more questions from within.
active imagination allowed me to speak to my anima and I promptly asked her;
"can I ask about my past lives?"
She stood up from the bench and said sternly as she looked at me "you must not go there"
and then to my right, a bluish door with several deadlocks manifested out of nowhere
she proceeded to lock it as I watched before ejecting me from this altered state of consciousness.
this form of meditation occurred on July 26th, 2021
Long story short, evidence pointed to "James Baldwin" as another past life
On the 20th of March, I'd had a haunting memory that served as more evidence
a plane crashed into the building and barrages of strikes started happening
I tried to evacuate everyone from the bombardments but not everyone survived.
The next thing I know there was a nurse who was chastising me because of the deaths
I didn't know who she was, but the manner in which she spoke made me assume that I knew her.
I can say that it was without a doubt, it was my late wife Elisabeth
who was dubbed "queen-nurse" due to her assistance during WW1
just as I was dubbed "knight-king" due to my role in WW1
candidly I didn't read anything about her so I had no knowledge about her until after the dream.
I always had the ideology that a king is someone who serves his people and not himself
one that is kind and wants to make society a better place and improve lives.
one that is willing to fight and be a leader and not cower in their home as his people fight a war.
and it seems me and Albert hold that same belief based on what I've read.
but I've been careful in my research as I wish not to contaminate it with foreknowledge.
Just because one chapter ends, doesn't mean the story should end there.
what makes a good story? well, the characters of course! and life is a never-ending story.