How many of us remember life before birth?
Some people call it Life between Lives. I don't have any of these memories, unfortunately. Except for that one dream I once had. Better say, a series of dreams about the history on Earth of my group of people. At the end of the series, there was no choice but to separate as group members because we all had become too explicit, no longer 'group material'. Fascinating dreams and at the end of the last one, I was suddenly alone with my current husband (who is relatively older than me). He had curled himself up on the shelves of a HUGE library, he didn't want to leave his precious place around the books and knowledge. I said it was time for him to jump into life, but he didn't want to. His heart was already silently crying for the people who were already born before him. His future life was about war, pain, and sadness. I said him he HAD to jump, he had to fulfill the plans we had made. (I still feel guilty for the harsh pushing, really). I assume that if he didn't start on time, we would never meet.
This was not a conscious memory and just a dream but so real in my heart.
The following videos are about Akerke Muratova, a friendly girl born in Kazachstan, who moved to Australia after the death of her mother. I think her story is highly interesting for people of her age (and even younger). When you are young, you're still able to remember spontaneously and even if you are not, you question a lot about purpose, meaning, and so on. Especially when there is abuse involved at a young age.
She has no final answers but she does have thought-provoking experiences that she shares.
Some people call it Life between Lives. I don't have any of these memories, unfortunately. Except for that one dream I once had. Better say, a series of dreams about the history on Earth of my group of people. At the end of the series, there was no choice but to separate as group members because we all had become too explicit, no longer 'group material'. Fascinating dreams and at the end of the last one, I was suddenly alone with my current husband (who is relatively older than me). He had curled himself up on the shelves of a HUGE library, he didn't want to leave his precious place around the books and knowledge. I said it was time for him to jump into life, but he didn't want to. His heart was already silently crying for the people who were already born before him. His future life was about war, pain, and sadness. I said him he HAD to jump, he had to fulfill the plans we had made. (I still feel guilty for the harsh pushing, really). I assume that if he didn't start on time, we would never meet.
This was not a conscious memory and just a dream but so real in my heart.
The following videos are about Akerke Muratova, a friendly girl born in Kazachstan, who moved to Australia after the death of her mother. I think her story is highly interesting for people of her age (and even younger). When you are young, you're still able to remember spontaneously and even if you are not, you question a lot about purpose, meaning, and so on. Especially when there is abuse involved at a young age.
She has no final answers but she does have thought-provoking experiences that she shares.