blind_sighted
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I remember before I was born, but after my past life, so I am going to try to describe what I remember as best as I can.
I found myself in a non-descript place with some young guy standing to my right and to the left at waist height an oval screen, where i began viweing the life i had just left - or so i should have as i interupted the process, as I quickly had a flash of inspiration or a thought concerning the whole point of striving for material possessions when you die and end up there where there seems to be no need - it just made the life so futile.
I turned to the guy next to myself who was dressed in white with dark hair and told him my insight and I added that when I go back I will tell everyobe of this, but he made an enigmatic smile and replied it was not worth it as no-one will take any notice - but i was determined to remember.
The viewing of the past life seemed to end with my interuption, then the next part occured - rebirth!
Ome is quickly placed in a black (no images) and blank void (no thought), this is where you if you are unaware, lose all memories.
Imagine being given a long number to memories for the first time - difficult to remember, or being given somewhat complicated directions to somewhere also equally difficult to remember, well all your memories are placed into short (very) term memory, where one can almost instanly forget (like the long number) - the only reason why I remember what I remember is due to pulling myself of what is kind of like a coma (I imagine).
Much of what I could have memorised has been lost, I only have the end.
The whole situation is a series of events that are unexpected, and of which you have no say, its almost like a sausage machine, or a conveyor belt, going from one stage to another, and no one is there to help or explain what will happen next.
I remember a little of being born and as much of the hospital word.
I found myself in a non-descript place with some young guy standing to my right and to the left at waist height an oval screen, where i began viweing the life i had just left - or so i should have as i interupted the process, as I quickly had a flash of inspiration or a thought concerning the whole point of striving for material possessions when you die and end up there where there seems to be no need - it just made the life so futile.
I turned to the guy next to myself who was dressed in white with dark hair and told him my insight and I added that when I go back I will tell everyobe of this, but he made an enigmatic smile and replied it was not worth it as no-one will take any notice - but i was determined to remember.
The viewing of the past life seemed to end with my interuption, then the next part occured - rebirth!
Ome is quickly placed in a black (no images) and blank void (no thought), this is where you if you are unaware, lose all memories.
Imagine being given a long number to memories for the first time - difficult to remember, or being given somewhat complicated directions to somewhere also equally difficult to remember, well all your memories are placed into short (very) term memory, where one can almost instanly forget (like the long number) - the only reason why I remember what I remember is due to pulling myself of what is kind of like a coma (I imagine).
Much of what I could have memorised has been lost, I only have the end.
The whole situation is a series of events that are unexpected, and of which you have no say, its almost like a sausage machine, or a conveyor belt, going from one stage to another, and no one is there to help or explain what will happen next.
I remember a little of being born and as much of the hospital word.
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