Reincarnations of the Deaf

[Cirlas]

Good morning!

I'm reading this forum. I am very interested in the subject of reincarnation.

I've been deaf since birth. I don't know much English. I'm from Polish. I use a translator.

I am constantly looking for an answer to the question - Why am I deaf?

It annoys me that I can't do regression because you have to hear commands.

I had to come up with a solution to the problem.

I learned the text by heart. I pretended to be talking. After many attempts, I finally succeeded.

I was a knight from Normandy. I escorted a lady on horseback to her father. It was hot. I was tired of the long journey. We descended from the hill near the forest and fields. Suddenly, an arrow hit my chest. I broke an arrow with my bare hand. I shouted, "Get out of the bushes, you coward!" The attacker came out of the bushes. I got off my horse. The lady held out her hand as if to stop me.

I was a doctor who rode fast on a horse. I had a doctor's bag in my hand. The wind blew my hair. I wanted to make it on time.

I was a slave. I talked to another slave about freedom. The slave house was close to sugar canes and backwaters.

I was the chief maid. I climbed the stairs. I saw two maids. They shivered in greeting. I asked about your health and if everything was okay. The double door to the lady's bedroom opened. A woman came out of the bedroom with a bloody apron. She said the baby did not survive the birth. I was very sorry. I began to give instructions about the organization of the staking. I sighed deeply and knocked on the lady's door.

I was poor. I walked barefoot in the snow. I felt very cold.

I was a poor prostitute abused by two soldiers. I dug my nails into the soldier's neck. The other soldier was undressing.

I was a Jew. I lived in a poor village. I was friends with a neighbor. He was a miller. There was a gathering of men in my yard. They were talking about something.

I was a sailor. I saw a port city. I was experiencing a huge storm on the ship. It was difficult to stay on my feet.

I was the poor wife of an Indian. He had a mustache. I had sex with him by the fireplace. The house was very small.

My incarnations were very difficult. They were demanding. Now I have another difficult incarnation. I'm deaf.

My incarnations turned out to be strongly connected to the people I know now.

I will write more later.

 

[fireflydancing]

Welcome to the forum, @Cirlas !

This is an impressive list of past lives. I hope you'll be able to find answers to your question. You are the only one who can do that (looking inside).

I am interested to learn about more details about your past lives. Do you see connecting threads (apart from hardship and connected people)?

 

[SeekerOfKnowledge]

A warm welcome to you, Cirlas!
Thanks for sharing your past lives. Interesting list. Could be interesting to learn more.

 

[Cirlas]

Good evening!

For me, the most important incarnation is the old life of a knight.

The memory was so strong, so real. The pain was felt. Where the arrow hit, I have a birthmark. I saw it in the mirror.

I'm still impressed by this reincarnation. I even found the same outfit I had.



This is an atlas of knights. It is in Polish.

I was shocked when I found it, everything was correct.

This reincarnation is very important. It repeated itself in my life.

A small reminder.

I was a knight from Normandy. I escorted a lady on horseback to her father. It was hot. I was tired of the long journey. We descended from the hill near the forest and fields. Suddenly, an arrow hit my chest. I broke an arrow with my bare hand. I shouted, "Get out of the bushes, you coward!" The attacker came out of the bushes. I got off my horse. The lady held out her hand as if to stop me.

The lady was my mother. The attacker was the doctor who was going to kill me again.

My mother, when she was pregnant, fell ill with rubella. The doctor told her she had to remove me. Abortion. The doctor told her that I would be very disabled.

Mom came for the procedure. She dressed in an apron. She sat down in an armchair.

The doctor went out to get the tools.

Mom ran away from the office.

She saved me from the doctor.

The knight saved the lady from the attacker. Now it was the opposite. My mother saved me from the doctor. The doctor was the attacker. History repeated itself.

A small curiosity. I have a French r. I speak like a Frenchman. I was a knight from Normandy.

My thoughts:

Maybe the soul of the lady was taken for help and wanted to repay me in this life?

 

[baro-san]

I am constantly looking for an answer to the question - Why am I deaf?

In relation to your question, from your past-life regressions account, this caught my attention:

I was the chief maid. I climbed the stairs. I saw two maids. They shivered in greeting. I asked about your health and if everything was okay. The double door to the lady's bedroom opened. A woman came out of the bedroom with a bloody apron. She said the baby did not survive the birth. I was very sorry. I began to give instructions about the organization of the staking. I sighed deeply and knocked on the lady's door.

Your from-birth condition might be caused by the emotional shock caused by the death of that newborn. It might be the horror of not hearing the expected newborn's cry, as a sign that he's alive. It might also be the distress caused by the people's lamentations. Being deaf might be a protective refuge from possible suffering.

If you leave aside all your beliefs and expectations during your regression, and ask to be regressed to the life, and event that caused your from-birth condition, you could get the right answer. You could also ask for guidance about it.

Your from-birth condition has to be related to something that you came into this life to learn; it has to be related to your current life purpose.

Any interpretation has to be mostly intuitional, and very little intellectual or emotional.

 

[Cirlas]

If you leave aside all your beliefs and expectations during your regression, and ask to be regressed to the life, and event that caused your from-birth condition, you could get the right answer. You could also ask for guidance about it.

This is a very interesting piece of advice that may help you find the answer! Can you give me an example of a sentence I should say in my mind during regression?

Shall I rearrange the text with the specific command that I am to go to the life that has caused deafness in this life?

 

[baro-san]

This is a very interesting piece of advice that may help you find the answer! Can you give me an example of a sentence I should say in my mind during regression?

Shall I rearrange the text with the specific command that I am to go to the life that has caused deafness in this life?

"I am setting aside all my beliefs and expectations ..."

"Regress me to the past-life that is the reason for my being born with deafness in this life ..."

"What is the deepest interpretation for my being born with deafness ... ? What is the guidance that results from this interpretation ... ?"

The wording isn't that important if you have the question, or suggestion clear in your mind. You address your subconscious who knows you well, and who is always ready to help you. Alternatively, you address your inner-guide, who knows you better than you do, and who is always helping you, even when you don't get the message.

In my experience, I know the answer immediately, not as a communication. I just know it. It usually is very short, an essence, strikingly clear and meaningful.

Many times people make the mistake to ask less useful questions, and / or to rationalize the answer, distorting the message.

If I were in your situation, I would focus on what should I do now, what do I have to learn, and such questions, and less on questions about what is the cause of this condition. I trust much more my inner guidance than I trust my intellect to come up with what to do.

 

[Cirlas]

"I am setting aside all my beliefs and expectations ..."

"Regress me to the past-life that is the reason for my being born with deafness in this life ..."

"What is the deepest interpretation for my being born with deafness ... ? What is the guidance that results from this interpretation ... ?"

Tkank you!

You gave me a different point of view.

You said what to watch out for.

I will apply your advice.

I'll keep trying as long as the conditions are good.

When I get an answer, I will write about it!

 

[baro-san]

@Cirlas

I know that there is "extra-ocular" vision. There are people who "see" around while blindfolded, even people who have highly impaired vision, and learn to "see" much better. There are also methods of fixing vision problems without the use of glasses or surgery.

Although I am not aware of a similar "extra-aural" hearing, intuitively I believe it has to exist.

There are many testimonies from across the world, video and written, about extra-ocular vision. This isn't about remote-viewing.

 

[Cirlas]

Today I had something very unusual.

I met my old horse.

The boss asked me to paint the fence at the stud.

I painted the fence. Suddenly, one horse ran up to me.

The horse wanted to meet me. He rubbed against me. He wanted me to pet him.

He didn't want to leave me.

I crossed to the other side of the fence.

The sun was shining on my face.

The horse ran up to me. He obscured the sun.

I painted. I swiped to the right. The horse too. I paint a deck. The horse also moves. He protected me from the sun.

The horse wanted to talk to me every now and then.

The horse protected me from the sun as I painted the fence.

I finished painting. The horse ran up to me. He stopped me. He laid his head on my shoulder.

The horse wouldn't let me go. I asked him what he wanted. The horse lowered its head down. He scratched his hoof at his ear.

The horse literally flickered for me to scratch his ear.

I scratched his ear. The horse slaughtered. The horse was happy. The horse was circling around me.

I went for a break. The horse wanted to follow me.

The horse neighed loudly. The horse cried when I disappeared.

I went back to paint further.

The horse wanted to jump over the fence to be next to me.

The horse was looking at me. The horse wanted me to scratch him again. He showed me how to scratch.

The horse followed me for 8 hours.

The horse caught me. The horse laid its head on my shoulder.

The horse was crying.

Suddenly, I saw another world. I saw his world. I saw him looking at me from another lifetime.

The horse was mine. He was mine. I was a doctor. He used to go with me to the patients. He died next to me. The horse missed me.

The horse liked to grab my medicine bag and bring it to me.

The horse ran fast. He loved the job. The horse wanted me to take him.

When I rode away, the horse was sad.

THE HORSE WAS MINE. HE WAS LOVED.

It's an event. It was very unusual. A horse from a previous incarnation. The doctor's horse. A horse that was smart.

It's sad. The horse is no longer mine. The horse has a different life and misses me.

I think of the horse.

 

[Cirlas]

Unfortunately, there is a blockage. I can't get a reply. Maybe it's because I'm nervous before the session.

I really want to get an answer.


But I had three glimpses from other incarnations.

1

I was a Roman soldier. I was talking to a friend. He said he wanted to go to Germania.

I told him not to go.

My name was Maxim.

He didn't listen to me. He went. He lost his arm.

I was fleeing from wars. I took on other tasks. I didn't want to fight. I waited for the end of my many years of service.

This soldier in this life works with me. He has a paralyzed hand. Same hand.

2

I was a Maori. I was returning from a hunt.

The rain stopped. Waterfalls flowed from the hills. The air was fresh.

---Ka mate! Ka mate! Ka ora! Ka ora!---

I felt that I understood the meaning of these words.

3

Mesopotamia.

ERIDU.

I was a dancer. I sang Enuma elish.

I danced in the shadow of tall statues. The music was rhythmic. From a distance you could see tall people at 3-4 meters.

I sang about how our solar system formed. How the planets formed. I sang about Tiamat, about the old Earth - Ki.

 

[Cirlas]

I had a day off. I decided to try to succeed. I rested, relaxed and tried. Rest. Relaxation. Attempt. Again.

Instead of answers, I received other incarnations.

I felt like Harry Potter with a Pensieve.

The Pensieve gave me other answers. It didn't give me what I was looking for.

I didn't give up. I tried all day.

I saw this:

1

I was Marquerite. I lived in France. There was a ball, dances. Baroque music played.

I had a baroque dress. I struggled at the ball.

The aristocracy was corrupt. They lied, cheated and played with feelings. I avoided those bastards.

I saw two men. I knew their horrible plot. They threatened me.

I left the ballroom.

I walked around the halls at night. I heard two people footing. I saw those bastards.

I was terrified and started to run. I grabbed my dress and started running.

I ran a few rooms. It was empty. Everyone was in the ballroom.

I ran and ran. The palace was huge. Huge.

I ran into the oldest part of the palace. There was a renovation. Fixed scaffolding.

I climbed the ladder to the scaffolding. I leaned my back against the wall.

I was high. I saw the men run across the room. They ran on.

I started to climb the ladder.

The ladder toppled. I flew backwards.

Darkness. Death.

I already understand why when I climb the ladder, my legs are shaking. Puzzle solved.


2

I was a warrior again. I was thrown out of the village. I lived in the vicinity of Norway.

I refused to kill. They took the axe from me so I wouldn't go to Valhalla.

They said I would go to Helheim.

I walked through the hills. Through the forests. I saw fjords.

I sat under a tree and fell asleep.

I was woken up by a deer. She licked my cheek. I gave her grass.

I loved a world without wars.

The Vikings wanted war. They wanted to kill. They wanted the blood and crying of innocent people.

I didn't deserve Valhalla. I didn't want to be a fighter.

Gods and men condemned me to Helheim.

3

I heard characteristic music.

Music played in my soul. She made me dance.

Women with long pearls. Joy and fun. I was a man.

I danced Charleston.

A lot of people on the dance floor.

Charleston, Charleston, long live Charleston!

This music was running through my veins.

I saw a poster of a woman in a banana skirt.

Charleston, Charleston, long live Charleston!

My legs danced slightly. It was easy.

The orchestra was wonderful. They played like they were never going to finish.

Charleston, Charleston, long live Charleston!

The woman had a bright dress and feathers in her hair.

She was happy and laughing.

4

There was darkness. It got pink. Slightly red. It got brighter.

I swam in the water. Underwater. The water was warm.

I felt nerves. Strong fear. Nerves ran through my body. I heard voices. The umbilical cord electrified.

The nerves had been going on for several days. I felt very bad.

Every sound caused nerves.

I suffered terribly when the sound came.

I was getting stiff. My body hurt.

The sounds were bad.

The sound meant pain in the body.

When I heard the sound, I panicked. Fear, tremor, pain, electricity.

Male voice.

The sound was killing my body.

I felt sudden movements, noise, strong nerves. I was slacking off.

My head hurt.

I curled up tightly into a ball.

There was silence.

I watched the bubbles fly out of my mouth.

Silence.

I stopped hearing.

Darkness. Brightness. Darkness. Brightness. Darkness.

I came out of the cave.

Cold. Lung pain. Stomachache. Sharp light.

My vision is blurred. I made a pee. I feel shaking.

It was like I was in my mother's belly.

My mother, when she was pregnant, fell ill with rubella. The doctor told her she had to remove me. Abortion. The doctor told her that I would be very disabled.

Mom was terribly nervous. Every conversation at home was nervous.

My mother was nervous about losing me.

Mom came for the procedure. She dressed in an apron. She sat down in an armchair.

The doctor went out to get the tools.

Mom ran away from the office. Mom was terribly nervous.

My brain turned off my hearing.

When I was born, I peed on my mother's stomach. The doctor laughed.

The sounds killed my hearing. Sounds and nerves were killing me.

The brain wanted to save the body. My brain turned off my hearing.

The brain considered the sounds dangerous to my life.

 

[Cirlas]

I'm tired.

The doctors said rubella had damaged my hearing.

Regressing shows a different answer.

I'm still deaf. What for?

Neither God, nor medicine, nor a healer has cured me.

When I was a child, my mother heard from an old woman that I would be a healer and I would hear. She told my mother that I could be a doctor.

When I was about 30 years old, one man said that I could be a healer. He felt I had great energy.

One lady said that I would be healed and that I could be a doctor.

I do not know what to think.

Do I have the power to heal myself?

 

[baro-san]

@Cirlas

I think that a better question than "what caused my current condition?", would be "why did I choose to experience this condition? what should I do now?", and look for intuitive answers, leaving aside all the beliefs and expectations in order to minimize distortions.

An answer that fits my view of reality, is that (among others) we come here to improve our conscious use of our inner senses, those used by our non-physical aspects of our personalities, both during this life, and beyond. By disabling one of the main physical senses (e.g. the hearing), you're forced to to find other ways to perceive the reality, for example learn and practice the using of your inner senses.

On the other hand, one of the challenges we accepted, when incarnated into this probable reality, was to face a cultural pressure that hypnotizes us into adopting all kind of erroneous and detrimental beliefs about reality. By disabling one of the main physical senses, that cultural pressure is somewhat diminished, and offers an opportunity to avoid adopting some of those hypnotic beliefs.

These are answers that fit my views of reality, and you might not find them agreeing with you. It is better for you to intuitively get your own answers, not intellectually or emotionally.

Anyway, when we get an impasse, and it seems that we don't get the answers we need, that might be because we don't ask the right questions.

As a side note example: yesterday I browsed a video with Australian and US senators asking Pfizer doctors pointed questions that expected direct answers, intending to demonstrate that Pfizer is at fault. Those senators didn't get any direct answers, as expected, just cliche PR responses. To me, those asked questions weren't the right questions. They shouldn't have asked "what is the mechanism that makes your product cause such and such adverse reactions?". They should've asked: "what does Pfizer do, now, so that their product is not administered to those in whom it causes (such and such, no) adverse reactions?".

 

[Cirlas]

I think that a better question than "what caused my current condition?", would be "why did I choose to experience this condition? what should I do now?", and look for intuitive answers, leaving aside all the beliefs and expectations in order to minimize distortions.

Still blocked. I don't think I'll ever know why I'm deaf.

I can only write what deafness gave me.

Deafness gave me knowledge about the world, God, people living on Earth. I don't hear people - I watch people like a scientific researcher. I am like a man dropped on an alien planet. People have terrible habits. I want to leave this strange place where man does not respect another human being.

 

[baro-san]

I suggest you try a change of perspective, as an intuitive exercise. Imagine yourself before choosing this incarnation, and what could you have thought when you chose to experience "deafness". You'll likely need to repeat this exercise, having it settle in the back of your mind. You should not think in terms of being forced to experience it; I don't think that we are forced in any way. Also, this shouldn't be about others, nor about exterior forces acting upon you. I believe that all that we experience is determined only by ourselves. I think this was a challenge adopted to help in the growth of your soul, or whatever you call that incarnated as this you.

If you attempt that exercise, put aside all your beliefs and expectations. Forget about perspectives as such:

People have terrible habits. I want to leave this strange place where man does not respect another human being.

 

[baro-san]

@Cirlas

I found an interesting Seth quote about humans' (and animals) having the potential capability to perceive stimuli in different ways than with the specialized sense organs they're used to:

Perception​

From Session 154 found in Volume 4 of Seth's Early Sessions:

"Basically, the physical body has the potentiality for perceiving stimuli on a generalized basis. I mean by this that although the eyes are for seeing, the ears for hearing and so forth, the potentials of the physical body include the capacity to hear, for example, through any given portion of the bodily expanse.

"The same applies to seeing, and obviously to feeling or touching. It goes without saying that this potentiality is very seldom realized, but it is part of the human heritage. It is the learning process that conditions you to translate a given stimuli into data that will be picked up by a given physical sense; that is, translations always occur in any case.

"You may see an automobile for example with your eyes, and hear its sound through your ears, but it is also within the human capacity, ideally speaking, to hear the sight of the car, and to see the sound of the car. Practically speaking these capacities have been overlooked in human development simply because the ego hit upon the present model of perception, and clung to it.

"In other species within your field, however, some of these various methods have been chosen and utilized. Many animals for example literally see through the sense of smell. They quite literally perceive what you would call the sight of another animal, through the use of the sense of smell.

"They build up multitudinous variations of odours to build the likeness of a structure complete in its translations as to size, weight and so forth. Sound, then, can be felt as well as heard, although you might say in such cases that the sound is heard in the depths of the tissues. This however being an analogy.

 

[Elle C.]

I have been friends with a deaf man for 30 years. who also believes in reincarnation. He is much older than I am, he lost his hearing in an accident but doesn't remember a time he could hear. Once, as a stupid kid, I asked him if he felt he missed out by not hearing anything. His answer? He missed nothing because the music of life didn't stop just because he couldn't hear it, he just had different ways of playing his instrument.

It stuck with me. Perhaps in this life you're to find a way around the world with a different perception to others.

I find the horse thing interesting. I have a donkey I got really close to super quick, even though I am scared of big animals.

 

[Cirlas]

I met with this horse, he didn't want to let me go. He kept following me while I was painting the fence. I know that we knew each other in life when I was a doctor.

I looked for the answer to my question several times. Only I received a loud voice of "Virginia" and saw a few seconds of my old life.

A red building that looked like it came from Greece. There were hills with forests in the distance. I think it was a US university?

I drove a car, I had blond hair, I was a scientist. I studied sounds. I had a room with various devices. I guess it was the 60's or 70's? I read books about sounds...

 

[Cirlas]

Virginia - a red building that looked like it came from Greece. I will look for more information about the state of Virginia and universities.

 

[Cirlas]

Virginia has a lot of sound related establishments!​

There are universities and institutions that research sounds!​

I'm in shock!

Interesting!

Link

Deaf & Hard of Hearing | Virginia Department of Education

What exactly was I doing in Virginia?

 

[Was-it-real ?]

I can feel for you ;(
I also had many lives that were highly tragic and got ended by force.

Maybe we are in a kind of end time and that's why all your past lives are coming up to be resolved ?

If I could give you an advise I'd ask for guidance and hints where to concentrate on.
I think to evolve one has to look for all the buried emotions and walk through them like in a meditation means don't act anger and other negative feelings out just feel and recognize them. You will see that themes you already have covered will not show up again unless there is still an aspect to deal with left

Also be patient to yourself and love yourself and everything that belongs to you even in the darkest moments.
And bear in mind that earth to put it mildly is a strange place so what happened to you must not always be karma.

Martin

 

[Cirlas]

I printed out photos of the Virginia mountains, photos of the university, and looked at them until I closed my eyes.

I worked with machines. I studied sounds. I was a man and had light hair.

I was driving a car on a street lined with red brick houses. Virginia had beautiful mountains.

I examined sounds using specialized equipment. I changed tones and frequencies.

The sound destroyed my hearing. I became deaf.

I lost my job. I was unnecessary. I was looking for a job. People didn't want to give me a job.

People laughed because I couldn't hear. Friends and acquaintances have abandoned me.

I was depressed. Devastated. The money was running out.

People didn't see me as a human being. My family didn't visit me.

I was alone. I was lying on the floor, putting my ear to the radio. I didn't hear anything. I cried. I cried in front of the TV. I cried on the phone. I cried when I saw people talking because I didn't understand anything. I cried when I saw the posters for the concert. I cried when I saw the leaves of the trees.

People didn't want to give me a job. They didn't need the deaf person. I was looking for a job. The whole city didn't want to give me a job.

I carried a piece of paper and a pen. People didn't want to write on my paper. People said writing was tiring.

Churches kicked me out and told me they wouldn't write sermons on paper.

I died young. Alone. I was abandoned by a society that did not see me as a human being.

Martin

My name is also Martin. In Polish - Marcin