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PL memory as vindication

KarenF

KarenF

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I wrote in my PL autobiographical thread about how, after having grown up certain there was something wrong with me, that I was crazy and bad, because I drew a lot of violent pictures when I was a small child, remembering PLs made me realize that there was nothing wrong with me... a total transformation in my life.

Two people so far (tanguerra and argonne) have both answered they've had similar vindicating experiences.

So... have you? Did nascent PL memories, before you realized what they were, start you wondering whether you were crazy? Or did someone actually tell you you were? Did you suffer a repression of your PL memories from an authority (which was therefore traumatic)? Take the poll.
 
My dad's always put me down for believing in anything paranormal, so when I started talking about past lives he pretty much implied that I was talking a lot of crap and makes jokes about what I have to say using the ever irritating"Yeah okay, whatever you say." sort of tone.


Growing up I was always scared that my beliefs or thoughts of PL things made me crazy... Hearing people say my name and such when there was nobody there didn't exactly help :laugh:


I know I haven't had it as bad as some though. I sometimes think I'm pretty lucky to have not grown up in a religious family
 
I don't know if this is relevant to your question, but when I was very little I used to have nightmares about being a victim of a volcanic eruption. The funny thing is, although it was always a traumatic experience, I always took the eruption and the physical side of the events in my stride, even though absolutely nothing of the kind had happened in my present life to relate any of it to, I just accepted that it had happened to me, it was part of my past. But what really used to confuse me was that I was a girl in the dream, yet I was a boy when I was awake! Why wasn't I 'me' in the dream, as I am now? And why wasn't that girl in the dream me now, in the present? I had to repress the memories because back in those days, it just wasn't the done thing to tell your parents that you should be the opposite sex. Girls could get away with it, but not boys. And I used to wonder what was wrong with me? At such a young age, I didn't even know about past lives, and I don't think the subject was spoken of much back then, but as soon as I discovered that there was an actual term for what I was experiencing, then I realised that I was normal.
 
Hmm. I can't vote because my childhood memories are almost as much a mystery to me as past lives. I'm not sure if I was ever specifically abused for that reason.


I was told, repeatedly, that something was wrong with me by people in authority, especially teachers at my boarding school who thought I owed it to them to conform to their idea of what a child should be so they could have it easier. My parents genuinely loved me as I was, but had been trained judgmentally themselves and didn't know how to resist the intrusion of "the leadership" into their more relaxed discipline style. I was reading Reader's Digest at age 3,... so mom and dad probably would have blamed any oddities on "something she read somewhere."


If I did have PL experiences, I'm pretty sure I was trained to speak about it as "a dream" or "something I read." My one memory of a PL flareup was when I vividly remembered my own experiences in addition to a culture-overview book on the Inca I was reading. It didn't occur to me that it was anything more than a vivid imagination, at that point. (I was a bit older, though, at least 10?)


edit: I did feel freed of much of that burden when I realized that I've lived many lives, though. Somehow the pressure to "get it perfect" or "do it all" is gone, and I'm free to follow this life path and see where it goes without the feeling that it's my only chance.
 
Now as for this topic, Yes I was also told this when I was young. It though was not from my parents. But it came from my grandmother on several occasions. Now I was soooo different from the others in my family with not being interested in school, always wandering about in some nearby woods, and such. My brother and sister were in the honor society in school but I just did the average. I hated school for thought it was too confining! My astrological sign is Sagitarius which is the sign of the wanderers of the zodiac. My grandmother at onetime even tried to get my mother to take me to a psychiatrist when I was young. But my parents thought I was normal so nothing of this sort happened. They just wished I would have studied harder when young in school. There was also some of this a little later in the work environment that some coworker thought something was wrong with me. Later when I went to the mountains in my summer wanderings, part of the family thought I should settle down and all bigtime. But my father thought it was absolutely wonderful and lived thru all of my adventures.


Have learned as one goes thru life that there will be always someone out there who thinks something is wrong with you and is critical of you in someway. It is important in what I have learned that you pay those folks no mind and go about your life as you see fit and pursue that what you want to pursue and not what that other person wants you to do and to pursue. It is important to live from one's own heart following one's own bliss so to speak in my personal opinion.


Wishing Everyone the Best!
 
I pretty sure the top three have happened to me. My family is not very religious even though I was raised in a Lutheran church, religion never really appealed to me. When I was younger it'd be my mom taking me to Sunday school and my dad only went to church on Christmas and Easter.


I'm pretty sure as I open up more, I'm sure some hyper-religious folk that are still on my main FB are probably gonna run off because I think differently from them, but... hey- they want their fear religion, they got what they chose for themselves.


I actually haven't told my mom about the PL stuff because I have a good feeling she'd probably freak out.
 
I'm not sure if this is the right poll for me but I will answer it as best as I can. I was never really put down by people, but I did lose friends because of my mission. I regret telling things to them because now they have a false depiction of who I really am. Even though we believed in the same things I think the ego got in the way. We no longer talk but I forgave them and now I am moving forward. I do not think I was ever crazy because of my past lives. It was actually a passion of mine to understand and my family allowed me to explore my faith and dreams. Interestingly enough, they stopped going to church after I was born in 83 because they thought their teachings were too strict.
 
No one told me there was something wrong


me . I never told a parent or anybody.


till 20 yrs ago. It was just random person in passing


at some trade school.


I always felt different for some other reasons explained


elsewhere. I started realize at young age


I was here before. which bothered me quite bit.


Various images I seen in my mind day to day.


I write and speak in verse. That is from past life


as well.
 
A while back I was talking to one of my oldest and closest friends, who has known me for 30 years, practically since we were kids. Now and again I talk to him about this stuff. He thinks it's my 'imagination' but he indulges me anyway because he's a nice guy.


I was talking to him about how someone on this forum found a validation about something from Poland for me and I showed him the book which I had printed out. There's no way I could have found that on my own.


I said, 'There - solid proof. Still think it's all just my imagination?'


He said something like 'Well, your sister has always been a bit peculiar.'


Meaning: Ok, if it's not your imagination, you must be a bit nuts. Only possible other explanation.


LOL
 
Beautiful Minds...


The person who told me there was something wrong with me was not a person of authority, but one that I love dearly...my own sister. After listening very quietly to my story, she took a deep breath and asked me if I was schizophrenic...that hurt!


I didn't try to explain...and we never talked about it again! :(
 
tanguerra said:
I said, 'There - solid proof. Still think it's all just my imagination?'


He said something like 'Well, your sister has always been a bit peculiar.'


Meaning: Ok, if it's not your imagination, you must be a bit nuts. Only possible other explanation.


LOL
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If someone said or thought it was my imagination, I wouldn't find it THAT bad since my own imagination is probably connected to my Past Lives anyway considering what themes usually pop up in my writing....

The person who told me there was something wrong with me was not a person of authority, but one that I love dearly...my own sister. After listening very quietly to my story, she took a deep breath and asked me if I was schizophrenic...that hurt!
I didn't try to explain...and we never talked about it again!
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Ouch :(
 
@ChrisR re being the wrong sex


I had that one too. I felt male through and through and hated the fact that I was a girl. And I was thoroughly disapproved of for it. In KarenF's perfect world, parents would all be aware that their kids might have been the other sex in previous lives and just accept such feelings as natural.
 
Aelfgyva said:
...After listening very quietly to my story, she took a deep breath and asked me if I was schizophrenic...that hurt! I didn't try to explain...and we never talked about it again! :(
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That's not nice. I understand how people can think this way though. If they don't share an experience, they assume nobody else does, or if they do, then there's something wrong with them. It sucks, but there it is.
 
During the early 80's - I was dealing with a great deal of 'abnormal' themes - including 'talking to spirits' - near death experiences - and reincarnation. I kept following after a 'silent voice' from within and I felt that it was going to drive me 'crazy' to think and ponder such mysteries. I was worried what other people would think of me and kept praying for an answer.


One night I woke up (out of body) and saw a messenger of the light sitting on the side of my bed. I was told they were there to give me a message concerning my prayer.


"Worry not about what other people think of you. Think of what the Father knows of you."


In the end, we all answer to God. I stopped trying to answer to other people's thoughts of me.


Sincerely,


DKing
 
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