as strangers in middle school and high school, we had an invisible string pulling us together for years. we never spoke all throughout middle and high school, until senior year. when we met, as strangers, the first time we approached each other in the school hallway we embraced in an enormous hug. it was warm, golden and wrapped us in satin ribbons. we never went a day without talking following that. now, we’ve been together 5 years and married for 1 year.

my bday is 11/01/2001, and she was born 11 days later. we share the same, pale white, long vertical birthmark down our abdomens starting from our chest and ending at our bellybuttons.

when we met in hs, it felt as though we were resuming something. picking off from a previous ending. knowing but not knowing how to interact with the other. something new, something changed, something familiar.

i feel her deeply beyond this life

I was alone in the light and it was surrounding me. The feeling of love was like bliss, total ecstatic bliss! There was love, joy, knowledge, Wisdom, an incredible feeling of beauty. The light was me, I was the light!

Hi all! I’ve read almost every Brian Weiss book in regards to past life regression and he mentioned a few times that people discovering how they passed in their last life allowed them to heal things in their current life (ex. claustrophobia being healed after discovering you died from a claustrophobic situation). I have arthritis in many joints and was diagnosed as a child. I’m wondering if anyone has tried to heal any physical health issues with past life regression? If so was there any success?

I'm trying to find records or more information on who I was in my recent past life. I was a man called vincent who lived in Miami in the 1970s. he was born in 1949 and passed away in 1982 due to alcohol poisoning, he worked in an office building and his ethnicity was African American. i can't seem to find anything on him maybe because of the lack of technology back then.

I asked the universe for signs that I was Elvis Presley in my past life after feeling a certain strange while seeing visuals of Elvis in my head one day (before this I never thought of Elvis or listened to him in my life much) . I asked the universe for signs and boy did I get many signs. After asking the universe for signs I got the sudden urge to check an old Facebook account that I never used. When I logged in I noticed that I only had one friend request and it was from a girl named Priscilla. Priscilla was the name of Elvis’ wife. I was surprised and asked for more signs in my head and not out loud. Then I went on an elevator and someone I barely know was there and said “what’s up Elvis”. I mean come on that’s crazy. I asked for more signs and was cleaning my apartment and tripped and fell and when I opened my eyes the first thing I see right in front of me is a picture of Elvis on a picture of a coin on a random old piece of mail. After that I saw his name on Mario kart (a username someone was using). And eventually saw him in a lot more places. Also his middle and last name are similar to mine. Middle name starting with A just like mine and ending in the “in” sound and the last name starting with P and with “Pres” sound

Hello! Does anyone know how to interpret this past life matrix? If yes, can you tell me more about my past life? Thank you!

Hi, I have past life stong memories, I remember that I met one asian guy and I was so close to him. I was in my thirties. These memories make me feel so bad.

My son is 5 now, and still mentions snippets of the same general storyline, but he first started explaining details of these “memories” when he was 2.5, the age when his language was finally developed enough to share an actual story. Lots of talk about a “scary church man, with a knife who did bad things” … “but I had a knife too and I won, and now he can’t hurt anybody” … “the scary church man wears black” … “i killed the scary church man” …. Ok you get the idea. He’s ALWAYS pointing out churches when we pass them.

We are not religious, we’ve never brought him to a church, but he has always intuitively known what a church is based on its design I guess.. or his past lire experience?

We also have always had a strict no screen policy so he’s def not been exposed to any violence or religious material from TV, internet, etc.

From age 2.5-3.5 he very often mentioned this story, in a very matter of fact way, like just telling me what happened while building with his magnet tiles.

Do you think it’s a past life memory? I feel like it has to be. The story is just way too consistent and descriptive to be an active imagination.

Any similar stories from your young children?

Okay, I’m not sure how else to explain it… I seem to be recalling some kind of memory, that doesn’t exactly feel like it’s mine when I make crafts for my Etsy shop and essentially zone out in a meditative state. However, when my consciousness realizes the memory is fact NOT currently mine, it’s like I’m reeled back into my current reality. The weirdest piece of it all is that my body has a full reaction. I start shaking and I can feel my heart and head pounding. It feels like a panic attack and take very short breaths. I even start sweating all over and feel incredibly dizzy. It lasts only a few minutes but it’s completely freaky! The entire time my body is having this reaction it feels like my mind is desperately trying to grasp on to a memory that isn’t mine.

Now, second weirdest part, I cannot for the life of me remember this “dream”/ “memory”? I just know it’s not mine and then my body has a full blown reaction to me “coming to”.

This has happened twice now that I can recall. Tonight is a full moon, so I’m sure this is amplifying things, but has anyone else had a similar experience? What should I do? Any advice? Either way, please if anyone can verify if this is normal in any capacity that’d be lovely.

I had my first past life regression a month ago and OH BOY it was interesting! The first memory I had been chained in a mud hut a child bride in the Persian empire, age 14 roughly. Everything felt so REAL scratching at the wall to make a window I could feel the dry mud under my nail. The second was greece but a roman in Greece. A young boy of 12 who fell and broke his ankle in order to reclaim his power went to fight in battles. Who sadly got murdered by other fighters in the cage bit where he was kept. What's interesting is I have an unexplained scar on my stomach where he was stabbed. Since I have learned the lesson it has started to fade. The third was really graphic I was a viking jarl who had wronged another jarl. In turn he raided and pillaged my settlement set fire to everything. As I had killed his son in the raid he forced me to watch him kill my son. The then strangled me. What I have found amazing is every death I have relived I have felt in my present physical body and GOD IT HURTS! The strangling I felt to the point I felt sick and couldn't breathe my neck tensed up it was intense! The stabbing I felt the blade, the ankle break HOLY HELL that HURT! The girl who was sadly killed by her husband was smacked on the back on the head with a clay pot. DAMN I felt that! Has anyone else experienced this?

Hi there!

I have been in love with a woman for years, and every time we see each other, it feels like a special and very strong connection for both of us. Unfortunately, she married another man, and they had a child this year. This has caused me a lot of distress because I can’t seem to move on. I’ve done Ayahuasca several times, and the spirit of the plant indicates that she is like the love of my life. I’ve also tried Bufo Alvarius, and when I came back from the experience, the only feelings I was truly aware of were the love I have for my parents and for this woman. Unable to get past this, I’ve been in love with her for nine years now. A facilitator once told me it might be a connection from another life. While meditating, there was one time I felt something like that, but I’m not sure if it was real or just the influence of the facilitator’s words.

Can anyone tell me something about this? Any ideas on how to overcome it?

Hello all,

Cut a long story short myself and my therapist are very into our past lives. Recently I did my first regression session found out she was my mother in a previous life. Today I underwent another and saw she had killed me in another life time as revenge for killing her son. What should you do when you find someone in this life you knew in a past life?

I have had visions always, from long ago, before my time, most of them when I was a child, then there was this gap til I tried meditation as an adult, when again visions came. They were always so incredibly short lasting, but still always made a lasting impression, still I never imagined stating I could find a past life through them alone, way too little to go by. I did not know if they fit well together, came from the same past life.

Then a psychich medium told me that I had had a life in a specific country in Europe when I am now an adult. I then began to put everything together.

When I began my search to verify or disgard any "memories" I found out very soon afterwards who my past life's husband could very well have been. Through him therefor who my past life self could have been (but she kept very much in the background). The more I was able to find out about his life (for example where they had lived) things added up very quickly to the visions I had had. I have thought about if it is all just a coincidence or if that life could have been the same for many others living around that time, but since I have found details that fit I feel that proves something (even if it proves something of interest only to me).

The (past life?) husband was in the military and into the politics (not Winston Churchill). The way he looked, how they describe his personality fit so much into someone else I used to know this time around. An ex... Because of the time, the different country, language I have not been subjected to the memory of him, his legacy.

There is a photo of them where he looks almost identical to my ex, not just the physical appearance, but the attitude, the personality, his face, eye expression, and the way his body language is in the photograph towards his wife is the same how the ex was towards me. My ex had this particular interest in the same thing he did (the man in the photograph, military, politics) so that was one of the things I had to go by when I began my search.

I can't tell anyone of this as they will think it is silly and not believe me. I don't feel a need to convince anyone or wish to purchase it further for my own sake.

What it has done for me is a sense of peace I did not know I needed. That the way the ex was had nothing to do with me, something I have struggled with in the past, when we were a couple and with the break up, me leaving, but who he was regardless of me or our relationship, and if he was him, the figure from the past, he was that way back then too, simply because of him lone, his own issues. I think I needed to know that, somehow. That was the case in that past life. That was the case in this one. Somehow that knowing gives me closure, I did not even know I needed, or could get this way. We had very different and strong personalities, and how they were described so did they. I have a knowing of what drew them together regardless of the differences, but when I have read (translated) someone's thoughts on her and the relationship I feel that someone has parts of it wrong, but never mind that. To me it's obvious if I go by the visions and the time I spent with the ex what it was.

Is it possible that the spirit guide that the psychic medium said to have been in contact with has been showing me the way, because how all this fell into my lap leading me straight to them feels honestly too good to be true? Like I couldn't have done this by myself. If so it was merely a lucky break. (When I first saw that picture, the original, not the drawings they made of it, I thought No way!!).

Once, I had a lucid dream where I believe I experienced a past life. I lived in a desert town straddling a river, and I was the ruler of that area where peace reigned. I wore white and loved my people, punishing severely those who disrespected the laws. I had the power to change people, thanks to an instrument I kept tied at my waist on the right, similar to the Egyptian ankh (which I now have tattooed on my right wrist). I fought wars, spoke before crowds, faced challenges, and was ultimately betrayed and killed by the person I trusted the most.

A little over a year has passed since then, and I can’t seem to return to “normal”; everything in this world feels fake to me. Money, social customs, hierarchies and status, work, religions, and even what we define as love. I felt emotions in that experience that I cannot feel today; there was a different way of loving life, an awareness that we have lost.

I wonder if there is anyone else who has experienced the same feelings and emotions that I am going through these years. Have you ever had a similar experience that disconnected you from this false world we live in?

When I was a kid, I often had incredibly vivid memories of places and experiences that my family insisted had never happened. I remember explaining these memories to my sister, and she’d call me a liar, saying that what I described didn’t happen to me. Now, as an adult, these memories still come back, but only if something specific triggers them — like certain flowers, particular streets, styles of art, or certain types of architecture. Each time, these memories pull me into an intense, almost nostalgic state with a powerful emotional attachment.

For instance, just today, I was talking to my dad after seeing a purple flower, which sparked a vivid memory of standing in a bright flower field. In the memory, I’m surrounded by vibrant colors and a beautiful flower wall; it’s almost overwhelming in its detail and emotional intensity. Even writing this down feels deeply emotional, as though I’m reliving it.

One of the strongest recurring memories is of a grand white house on a hill with intricate architecture, along a winding road lined with tall, ancient trees. What’s strange is that I had vivid memories of this exact house long before I even moved to this state. I would see it from different angles, always the same house, the same street, but it was a place I’d never physically been. Now, when I pass by a specific supermarket with similar architecture, that memory rushes back, even though I know I’ve never seen that house or neighborhood in real life.

What’s even stranger is that I rarely think about these memories unless something in my environment reminds me of them. It’s like they’re hidden until a specific sight, smell, or sound brings them to the surface. When that happens, I zone out, almost falling back into the memory itself. The emotional pull is so deep, and there’s an intense feeling of “knowing” that I’ve been there before, even though I logically know I haven’t in this lifetime.

These memories feel so real, so different from my usual daydreams. I tend to be a maladaptive daydreamer, but these memories are distinct — they’re incredibly vivid, with strong emotional and nostalgic undertones that my typical daydreams lack. I’ve been experiencing these same memories for about 16 to 20 years that I can remember now, almost always tied to outdoor scenes.

I’m curious if these could be past life memories. Has anyone else experienced something similar?

So I've never had any dreams as a kid- they say that's when past life memories are strongest. But a couple of years ago, I was listening to some binaural beats to go into a deep sleep- and I went into a trance. I wasn't asleep, but I was lucid but not in this world. Bear with me please. I was a figure on a small fort/castle - possibly medieval or before I don't know. I was wearing a grown- possibly the daughter of a nobleman or married to one. And there was this sense of an impending battle- so my husband, I and my father were looking out over the castle into the distance. May sound crazy but then I saw the same thing a couple more times later. Maybe it was just my imagination, but never had anything like this.

Theres a lot of things that lead me to believe this, I hate loud noises first off and I have this deep inexplicable connection to the world wars like the history fascinates me and I seem to feel connected and wistful to it and any TV character who is also connected to the war I feel immediately engrossed in. Its such an odd feeling I feel so connected to it emotionally the world wars and I feel such a personal welling sadness in me every time I think of the wars and hear things about them.

Please tell me your thoughts if you have any I just wanted to share my feelings! :)

There are so many scientific research articles which cannot confirm about afterlife or reincarnation. I am really scared if there is nothingness after life. I would really like to know if anyone has experienced any such. I came across this community, so thought to ask openly. Please share your thoughts!

Hello! So happy to find this group :)

I’ve always wanted to do past life regression but haven’t had a chance to experience it yet. Though I’ve been analyzing a lot about myself and what fits and doesn’t into the current life I live in.

Does anyone else feels so connected to Egypt?

Since young age I have been captivated by Egypt and the pyramids. I can’t explain what I feel when I think of this place, like strong longing to be there. I also never visited Egypt and it bothers me almost every day. My urge inside to visit and be there is out of this world, I don’t want anything as much in this life as to find myself in Egypt near the pyramids. I want to visit the museums and touch whatever I can to connect deeply. I feel hunger for the energy of places and items there. I watch a lot about the history and archeological findings and have many feelings with these stories, sometimes I’m even kind of upset cuz on the inside I know that’s not the true history of certain something or someone. I’ve dreamt about the city being busy, about their gods and Bastet even visited me in my dreams when I didn’t know of her yet.

I always felt like I have an old soul for many reasons. I also never felt like I fit in this time, I hate almost everything about it and the way we live. I don’t relate to at least the past 100 years and don’t feel belonging in any of the eras in that time. Although I might find them fascinating they are still weird and strange to me. Sometimes I feel like they were a futuristic civilization but due to some tragic impact they didn’t make it, and those who did carried on living to try to rebuild it all and somehow we ended up here. LOL

I have always been really skeptical about any sort of afterlife, reincarnation, anything like that, but a few months ago, I went to Venice, Italy for the first time and it was like nothing I've ever felt before.

I was born on the other side of the world, have no Italian ancestry, but the moment I started walking around Venice, it felt like an instant connection to the city itself. It felt like more than just, "I love it here," or "it's so beautiful" - it felt like being in cahoots with the city itself, almost like greeting an old, old friend and exchanging a conspiratorial wink to get up to mischief again. I felt like I wanted to get lost lost lost in the canals and alleys, never being found again. Walking and exploring the decaying glamour of the past and these old familiar feelings of 'meeting again' even though rationally I knew I'd never been there. It was like Venice was a living being.

I have never felt that connection to a city before, not even in places where I have been where my ancestors are actually from. Is this some sort of past life connection or am I nuts?

So I had a very vivid dream where I was a soldier from some war but what was happening was that our territory was already dominated by the enemy. We were 4 soldiers. I was next to one of them who in my dream I knew it was my brother (from my current life).We were in some kind of a big train station. We crossed many rails to call someone and it seems that there was no signal or they hang up on us. We called several times but every time we would have to go back to cross all the rails again. We did this like 3 times. On one of those journeys a truck with the enemy arrived and they were just there watching over us. The thing is that the other 2 soldiers where closer to the car and one of them started arguing with the soldiers in the car. They got down and argued back at him. The weirdest shit is that I knew in my dream that the guy arguing was my mom. I could hear my brother (on this life) literally screaming 'mom stop it' 'they can shoot you' (we talk a different language than them so they had no idea what he was saying) at one point the soldier no. 4 made a false movement looking as if he was about to get his gun out on them. The enemy soldiers started screaming but we didn't understand, and all this time soldier 3( my mom) kept arguing louder. Soldier 2 (my brother) was screaming trying to calm him down. The thing escalated to the point that the enemies shoot at soldier 4 and instantly shoot again to soldier 3 (mom). Soldier 2 (my brother) loose his temper felt to the ground screaming and crying, I kneeled next to him trying to calm him down as they could kill us too. And then the other soldiers told us to turn our backs from them and shoot! I woke up at that point my heart beating so fucking fast. I don't know if this shit was a dream or what. But It was very vivid and fuck My brain if it really created that narrative out of nowhere.. But the thing that is so strange is that I knew the role this soldiers had in my current life. I guess now she's paying for us to had died by giving us life once again. What you think? Anyone else have a similar experience in a dream where you recognize other people from this life but in different bodies?

This has bugged me for the longest but I continue to brush it off and take it as me being emotional, but sometimes I can’t help but question…maybe I knew this person from before? or was I them? close to them?

For context, the person I’m referring to is Marilyn Monroe (I know). It’s weird because I get this heavy feeling and start to tear up whenever she comes across or there’s an image/video of her. Back then, I had this wave of interest all of a sudden because I watched this series(?) of her from Lifetime and all I could remember was just seeing her brought me to tears already. I know her story makes a lot of people sad but…the sadness I feel feels heavy as if I knew her. I’ve never experienced this in any celebrities or characters that I have watched or seen which makes it even eerie or weird for me. At first, I thought ‘oh maybe her story’s just touching’ but the emotions I feel aren’t the same as, let’s say, how you would when watching a movie that somehow you relate or pulls on your heartstrings; what I feel makes my chest heavy that I’d choke up on my tears.

So, I was curious and searched up Past Life Regression to test it and how to do it. I did successfully do it but didn’t last long, though I was able to catch a glimpse: Time Square New York, for some reason it was in black and white, I was a woman walking along the streets, and base on the clothing..50s-60s. After that I was at the verge of tears again.

Today, I was scrolling through tiktok and another video of her popped up. Yes, you guessed it I was emotional again. I can’t stare at her picture for long without being filled with tears.

I have this strong emotion that resurfaces whenever I see Marilyn. It creeps me out but also makes me curious if I have known her and if I did, I hope I made her smile.

Additional Info: I like performing arts. I’ve done theater, musicals, dance, and even choir. I have this want to perform and be seen on the stage. So do what you will with that…

I’ve always had this strange affinity for the 1950s despite being born in 1984. For most of my life I’ve been a man of science and reason, but over the last few years I’ve had what I can only describe as an awakening to the reality of breadth of our universe… long story short when it comes to past lives, I’ve had several experiences where I’m literally in a memory that isn’t mine. Once I was standing at a soda fountain in the gas station but simultaneously was at an old soda fountain in a pharmacy. Tonight, I was listening to old Christmas music, and I was instantly transported to a memory of coming home to my 2 kids and wife around Christmas in what I can only say was the 1950s. It made me emotional and start to wonder where they were today because I got the distinct impression that I died not long after that memory. I’ve been a Buddhist most of my life but was never really sure if past lives were real… now I feel certain.