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What do you miss the most from a PL?

Hi Karolina,
I don't think I've shared about my past life memories. I have only had them in the last 6 weeks or so. After my son started talking, I did start to think more about it but not really in terms of my own memories. I don't wish to offend anyone on this forum, but I'm not really interested in my own memories. I wish to help my son through his. But the memories came anyway. Maybe the universe just knows what is best for me and I should stand aside.
Both were dreams when I was just about to wake. In one, I saw a boy standing on either a tall curb or a subway platform. I knew he was my son and I also knew he was going to step down off of the curb into some kind of oncoming vehicle which would mean certain death for him. I tried to reach him but could not. I called out the name 'Christopher' but it was a man's voice. I could only see the back of my jacket and the sleeve of my shirt. It looked like maybe 1950's style of dress. I was born in 1963. I said and I don't really know to who--'I have a son named Christopher?' Something answered that said, 'yes, and you have a daughter named Elizabeth, too.'
I never saw her but I think they may have tried to come back to me in a pregnancy with twins that didn't work out about 18 years ago.
I also had another dream where I was an american, looks like maybe the Revolutionary War here in America and I was wounded. I was with some comrades but they sat me down by a tree stump. Some indians came up and were poking me with a spear but not really hurting me. I wanted my friends to help me or at least come closer because I didn't know what the indians had planned. That was the end of the dream.
You guys all probably know this but it was very clear to me that this was a past life memory, different from any other dream I've had, remember every detail etc.
I have also woken up many many times in my adult life remembering dreams where I was just sitting somewhere, the environment was completely black and only the people were illuminated. I don't remember what they looked like but we were talking and my relationship with these people is like none I have in this life. I have some great friends in this life, too. If I had to venture a guess, I'd say this is really happening to me, my soul is traveling while I'm asleep and I'm meeting up with my soul group. I really miss them sometimes.
Sometimes, I can't even believe I'm typing this. I can't believe i believe all of this but I know its true.
I try to make my posts shorter, I just haven't been able to.
Vicky
 
Thanks Vicky!

Now I actually remember you mentioned these dreams in another thread. But it was nice to read about them again.

And you have no reason to make your posts shorter!!

Of course you don't have to research these lives shown to you in dreams, if you're not interested, but if you decide to do so or have more PL dreams, please let us know!

Karoliina
 
I miss the nightclubs, the parties, the dancing and the music--that freewheeling 1920s jazz. I miss the innocence, the sense that nothing mattered except having fun.

Lonewolf
 
Even though I was a single mother (husband died when my youngest daughter was about 3) and I had to work very hard for my children, I'd probably say.....I miss the kids the most.

I guess I am lucky though since my youngest daughter is also my great grandmother in this life, and she is currently alive. (but, sadly, doesn't look like she'll make it much longer...)
 
This is an interesting thread!

When I think of missing things I usually think about things I used to have in this life...sad it is that my brother and I had Fisher-Price toysets and Tonka trucks that weren't made of plastic. Someone upthread mentioned that toys used to not fall apart. Now they're usually made as cheaply as possible (but the price has gone up).

When I was a child (and living in the same location as I am now), I could see stars at night. I can't anymore, at all....but, eventually (I hope) to move somewhere where I can see them.

I don't miss much of my life 100 years ago which I remember fairly well. I DO miss the 1960's. I don't think it's simply because I watched a lot of '60's programs growing up in the '70's. I think it's because I was alive and whomever I was, was having a good time. Also, the lines of the fashions and the furniture were all...."cleaner."
 
I miss living a simple life where my whole world extended no further than our front yard. I miss not having to worry about money, or world affairs, or the environment or what the future holds for our children. I miss living off the land and feeling closer to nature, and having to make my own entertainment every day. Having so little made me appreciate what little I did have more.... I miss all of that.


You would think it would be the other way round with all the technology and gadgets that we're spoilt with today..... but I really miss the simple little things - :)
 
I miss my carefree days as a young warrior male. Sure there was no modern technology, and no advances in medicine. So there are some sad times about my friends dying b/c there were no experienced doctors who could save them. However, there were some great times also. Going to the local pubs and having drinks with the boys. Telling some very bawdy jokes but basically being able to laugh and joke in the company of friends. Some very deep friendships. Picking up women and the challenges that came along with that. It didnt matter there was no television, phone, internet, electricity etc. Right now I'd feel handicapped w/o those inventions but back then not having all that didnt matter the least. I was happy to be in the company of friends.
 
Farmer life


I miss the weather from England, even when everyone says it is cold, wet, foggy, raining-all-the-time, depressive...so!!! I miss that!!!! Specially in the country side. I miss my farm.


Quiet life,simple life, working at home in contact with animals and plants. A warm wood fire at night, reading at candles light. I miss the smell of cinnamon and sugar.
 
Oh Lizzi, know just what you mean... here in Lisbon it's mostly fair and never too cold.... the last few days it got a little colder (it should, winter is near!) and everyone looks at me like I am nuts when I say "At last! It could be colder though, I miss it!"... :D


A couple years ago I was at a small interior town here in Portugal where it gets a lot colder than Lisbon. It was Autumn, and we had very mild weather in Lisbon, and when I got to that little place it was near 0ºc . I went crazy, jumping and clapping for joy when I felt the cold!!!:rolleyes:


I too miss my farm in Wales so. And the quiet, the absence of noise, this ever present noise we live in today. Feeling in perfect tune with nature. Making orange marmelade... I miss the smell of heather and apples, and turf... I miss that life, all of it. Gwydion more than anything, needless to say.
 
I miss my life as a buddhist monk living high on a mountain away from most everyone, having the serenity and peace I had, and never having to deal with children squabbling!!!! Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!:mad:
 
I miss the food. Luckily I don't have to miss is too often, since there are many international restaurants in the U.S.


I would say that I also miss the music, but I'm having such a good time rediscovering it through the internet and music festivals.
 
I hope I'm still able to post in this thread because it's not been used in a while....


I know this sounds strange, but I miss my life in the USSR. I miss my village (which by now is probably bombed out, plowed over or condemned) and my girlfriend/fiance (who could still be alive but probably isn't). I miss the backbreaking farm harvest and going into town, and telling cruel, perverted jokes with comrades. I can almost taste the homemade borsch, which I am now allergic to. :grr: I eat it anyway.


The USSR was a terrible place for millions of people, but for some reason I'm still nostalgic for my life there.


I also miss being male. I was born into a female body, and I'm proud of who I am, but for some reason it just doesn't feel quite right. :freak:
 
I might as well weigh in on this one, what do I miss about my PL's the most?


Well to start with, even though my deceased twin is from this life, I still miss him/her, and fully expect to see him/her on the Other Side.


I miss having a double who knows my feelings and thoughts before I can voice them.


I miss knowing this person who feels so much like me, it's uncanny.


But in the meantime, I too, like others, enjoy the QUIET now that I'm retired, no more Sirens or Air Horns, no more radio's, no more bad accidents, Codes or Trauma Alerts.


Just peace at last, for a weary veteran from the ranks of the FD.


And I miss as a child, the open fields, wet with dew and filled with fireflies, the trees amidst the morning fog, before it burns off to a cloudless, hot day.


The love of an extended family, of being filled with health and happiness.


I could go on and on, but you get the general picture.


Sorry for the long post, I sometimes get going!
 
I miss being able to pretty much go where I want to go and do what I want to do. I feel hobbled in this life -- even with all the incredible technology. I feel "boxed in" -- but I know this is actually a blessing in disguise ... the real unexplored territory is the mind, not the outside world.
 
I miss her. The way she looked at me. The way she laughed, the nervous little hop step she took when she was anxious, her long dresses, the smell of rose water in her hair. I miss long walks on warm summer nights with her and a dog named Shep... deep dark skies alive with stars... the scent of earth, rain, and fire.


I miss the desolation, the remoteness, the wildness of the land. I miss long journeys to warm climates. I miss the hunt. I miss the communal life and late night stories lit by fire. I miss the warmth of pelts... and her.


I miss the deep spirituality and the certainty I knew in the Great Spirit. I miss the ceremony, the dance, the mystical beauty found in all of nature.


I don't miss the hunger. The cold. Pain. I don't miss the sudden visits death would make. Or the animal like madness in some tribes or peoples.
 
I miss simplicity. The world today is filled with many wonderful conveniences, yet it has become too busy and too complicated. I miss being able to go somewhere quiet and peaceful. I want to be able to relax completely alone with my own thoughts, without interruption, and without a care in the world.


Many times have had the words "I just want to go home" cross my mind. I don't feel like I "belong" to where I live in this life.


I feel like there is someone very special to me missing in this life. I don't know who this is or where they are, but I feel like they are my most trusted companion. My heart aches to be with them again. I can be surrounded by friends and still feel completely alone. They are someone in which I have a very special bond that is just not there. I may never know them in this life, but until they are back again, I don't think my life will ever feel complete.
 
I've been following this thread for over a year, now; and I haven't been able to think of a single thing that I miss from any time in a past life. It's not because this life has been any bed of roses. Nor, do I believe that any possible past lives were all that regrettable, either. I presently am at peace with my trusted dog, my dedicated wife of 37 years, two wonderful sons, a garage full of motorcycles and all the friends that I care to have. I have time to read more books, papers and articles than have ever been available to humankind, and I am in contact with some of the most brilliant minds in the world.


Whatever I have missed from the 18th Century I have been allowed to enjoy, again, through reenacting organizations of the highest caliber. And, whatever profound camaraderie I would wish to enjoy, is still within reach, if I choose to visit old friends, or go into battle again. There is plenty of trouble in this world, and all I would have to do is drive twenty miles to a biker bar where I am known in order to find certain people. And when it comes to that adrenal high, all I have to do is jump on my Harley and throttle down the driveway.


I don't look forward to future lives with all their challenges. And, I don't think I would enjoy a future life without challenges, either. But, where the past is concerned, I'm just glad it's over and I'm feeling pretty lucky right now.
 
What I miss the most from my most recent life (WWII) is my friends and our camaraderie. It had a lot to do with the war and how we were all in it together, I think. So many of them died during the war and I find myself missing them even in this lifetime. Sometimes I wonder if I met them today, who would they be reincarnated as?


From lives before that, I mostly miss the simplicity, I think. Not that those lives were easy--I was involved in a lot of war and battle. But everything didn't seem so cluttered.
 
Blueheart said:
I miss unimpeded views. I'm sick of power lines and concrete.
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and not having: roads, 'stay off my property' signs, fences.....You really could go for months, in the right place, and not see any of that or have trouble with anyone.


Of course, to enjoy having it back, if I could trip back in time, I'd need to regain the ability to survive in that situation since it also came with no grocery stores, cell phones, 911 services, etc.....


One thing that I've noticed is that back in those days I don't remember as much complaining. It seems the more a person has, the more they can find to gripe about. What's with that? I think part of it is that then most people knew what a real problem was and that knowledge kept everything else in perspective and also people weren't so distanced from the elements, the world, and the sky. They knew they were small in comparison and at their mercy. I think now some people really think they are invincible and above everything else.
 
Appropriate question


I really miss the most, stay with my son again as his mother .I miss hold him in my arms,I miss kiss him with love ,I miss put him in my lap for many hours. I miss give him a kiss every night before he goes to bed .It is so painful see him in this life ,and can’t do all the things which cause me so much hurt , because I know , in my last past life I didn’t enjoy this happiness .


Thanks for asking this question Hathaway:(
 
I miss the certainty.


You know, before the internet brought everyone together, we believed very narrow things, and were far more sure that what we believed was true. I don't regret knowing more now, but I do miss the security of being sure of who I was and what I was a part of.
 
RemainingSpirit, that is so true.


I guess in the past in some cultures, and in the present in some places, it would be bad if your spirit completely didn't fit the culture, but in most cases that wasn't a problem.
 
I also miss the quiet, and the money, and the days before everything was so fast-paced and complicated. I also miss Ireland, more than any of the other places I've lived in past lives. And from the Viking life, I miss the smell of the ocean, and of my lover's skin. And from my most recent life, I miss my twin sister, Emily. And I miss my little boy from the Ireland life. So many things... But mostly, I miss being able to BURY OUR OWN. And burn our own. I hate that you have to go through the government now. I mean, I understand why the laws are in place, to reduce the amount of people who get away with murder, but still, the thought of dying isn't so inviting now because I know I will either be buried by strangers, or burned by strangers, mixed with stranger's ashes. I miss the traditional Viking burial... burning into the ocean...
 
Hello Lotus, you may be interested to know that there are places in the USA that do conduct open air cremations. One I am familiar with is in Crestone, Colorado. It is simply called Crestones End of Life Project. You may also find this video on Crestone interesting, it is called The End of Life. I think this is one of the most beautiful ways to celebrate the end of life. I've always felt a connection to this and just assume it is related to a past life.


Tman
 
QUOTE: (From Lotus Rain) …I miss the traditional Viking burial... burning into the ocean...


If there ever was a poll done on this, I would probably vote on the Viking Burial, surrounded by friends and loved ones.


It's almost a "given" that I'll be cremated when I leave this life, so why not this way?


Perhaps in a Past Life (PL) I was a Viking, but in retrospect that was another life that I might or might not have been too proud of!


I remember watching a movie when it first came out (1988), with Burt Lancaster, involving a Viking burial, entitled "Rocket Gibraltar" and remember having a "flood of emotions" as I watched it, in a little single-screen theater (remember those)? ;)


It goes without saying, that the physical body we inhabit now, is but a shell to house your soul, and at "End of Life" it is discarded for a soon to inhabit new one!
 
Thank you Tinkerman! That gives me a little hope. I'll look into it. And I always felt a connection to this style of burial too, and I know now that it has to do with a past life. So maybe yours does too... Seek and you shall find ;)


And Hydrolad, whether you were proud of it or not, it might be good to try to remember that life, because who knows what healing opportunities you could miss by ignoring it? I did a few things I wasn't proud of in my viking life, but now, I'm glad I remembered them. And that sounds like a great movie ;)
 
For anyone wishing to recapture (?) a touch of old Ireland during the famine, they've constructed a permanent full-scale diorama called The Irish Hunger Memorial right in Battery Park at the bottom of Manhattan Island, New York City.
 
I miss my husband. I was so lucky, I remember. I was overjoyed that such a wonderful husband was granted me by the Creator. He cared about us, me and our nine children. He worked so hard, so hard he got sick. He passed away at the age of 42, in England. I can't get over it but I have to somehow.
 
Nightrain1, thank you for posting the link to The Irish Hunger Memorial in Battery Park. I do not remember Ireland or the potato famine in past life, just hearing about it in this lifetime. The site's photo of the tribute let me heal in some way I can never express. Thank you so much.
 
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