Lady2
Senior Registered
We talk of our skills, traits and similarities we remember from past lives often, as well as our emotional baggage we must contend with...But what about the physical wounds we've received in the past?
I had this experience just this summer that made me think more about this.
That week my right thigh had been hurting badly (more noticeable when first waking up, or when my mind was on other things I would suddenly notice it). I would unconsciously start limping, then I would catch myself. This happened for a few days for no apparent reason, and I didn't think much of it until I had a dream. It was of a past life I had not remembered before, 1800s, wilderness, in which I had been shot off my horse (in my right thigh exactly where it had been bothering me). In the dream I managed to crawl home, and met my wife at the doorstep, repeatedly saying "the bullet never reached my saddle!" She looked at it, lightly brushing her fingers over the wound, I could feel the pain in such a real way. I knew the bullet had to come out, but didn't know if I could possibly stand it. I woke up to feel the pain fading away...
It's never bothered me since, but it made me wonder if when it was bothering me before the dream, was the same days it had happened before? Why else would I remember/experience it, other then for healing...How these different wounds carry over is almost eerie at times. Your thoughts?
I had this experience just this summer that made me think more about this.
That week my right thigh had been hurting badly (more noticeable when first waking up, or when my mind was on other things I would suddenly notice it). I would unconsciously start limping, then I would catch myself. This happened for a few days for no apparent reason, and I didn't think much of it until I had a dream. It was of a past life I had not remembered before, 1800s, wilderness, in which I had been shot off my horse (in my right thigh exactly where it had been bothering me). In the dream I managed to crawl home, and met my wife at the doorstep, repeatedly saying "the bullet never reached my saddle!" She looked at it, lightly brushing her fingers over the wound, I could feel the pain in such a real way. I knew the bullet had to come out, but didn't know if I could possibly stand it. I woke up to feel the pain fading away...
It's never bothered me since, but it made me wonder if when it was bothering me before the dream, was the same days it had happened before? Why else would I remember/experience it, other then for healing...How these different wounds carry over is almost eerie at times. Your thoughts?