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Post by tastyofhasty on Aug 20, 2011 16:14:07 GMT -5
This is a question I have a lot of questions ABOUT. I've read enough stories about children who "remember" a previous life, enough detail that it just CANNOT be a coincidence. At least one digger posted about their SON, if I remember correctly. I know that when I go to a funeral and see a body, that the "person" is not there. The body is there, everything physical is there, but clearly the "person" is gone. Every time I see this, there is an overwhelming emotion that rises up inside me and expresses itself in tears. I don't know how many of you-all have been in church and those tears start flowing, but it is much the same feeling. Even the Bible, talking about the last day, says "and the dead shall rise first," which makes me wonder, "where have they been up till then?"
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Post by garrett on Aug 20, 2011 17:30:04 GMT -5
human species group memory?
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Post by dogwoman on Aug 21, 2011 5:39:57 GMT -5
I believe that was Rozie who posted the reincarnation memories of her son, Tasty.
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Post by garrett on Aug 22, 2011 2:57:28 GMT -5
just wanted to thank ya'll for the heartfelt illumination/illuminating posts here.smiles
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Post by roziedozie on Aug 22, 2011 10:15:59 GMT -5
I believe that was Rozie who posted the reincarnation memories of her son, Tasty. Yes, "Twas" me, Lorna. I'll tell it again. By the time we got to our 5th child, we were more tuned in as parents and really listened to what he had to say. I believe that children are really tuned in and open and they don't have all the hangups that adults have. When our son was 2, he noticed the giant search light on top of a hospital at Travis AFB that was used to warn airplanes. (we lived at Travis AFB at the time). He said, quite distinctly, "Look, Mommy it's Alcatraz." He'd never been to Alcatraz, Alcatraz wasn't part of our normal everyday conversation.... Anyhow, I asked him about Alcatraz and he said that when he and his Grandpa had lived in San Francisco they could see Alcatraz from their house. Now this was a 2 year old.... He then, over, time told, us many details about his Grandpa and his life there. He told us that his Grandpa worked with the "camels" and wouldn't let him ride them.... To us, that was cute and we said, "What an imagination; Camels in San Francisco. Ha ha." One day, I was driving with a friend through Benicia which is right out of San Francisco, and she slowed down and pointed out some buildings. "Look, those are the old CAMEL BARNS". She then told me about the history of using camels in the bay area to haul lumber, etc.... There was really no explanation, ever, of how our 2 year old son could have known about the camels or given such details about his life with his "Grandpa". Soooooo... our son talked about the future, too, and told us stories of inventions "You don't turn on lights with this (switch) mommy, you walk by and they turn on...." " When he was 4, he quit talking about things so freely. But it sure got me thinking.....
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Post by dogwoman on Aug 23, 2011 13:46:30 GMT -5
I love that story, Rozie. I used to live in that area, so I know most of the places you mentioned. I do believethat people can have past life memories. Some of us experience the memories in the form of dreams, but do not recognize what they actually are.
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Post by garrett on Aug 23, 2011 17:50:49 GMT -5
i likes it too.
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Post by roziedozie on Aug 25, 2011 7:06:19 GMT -5
I love that story, Rozie. I used to live in that area, so I know most of the places you mentioned. I do believe that people that people can have past life memories. Some of us experience the memories in the form of dreams, but do not recognize what they actually are. Lorna, that "little boy" is now in his thirties and he moved to San Franciso when he was grown and still says that is his "home", even though he's moved to Dallas now because of work. Sure are glad to "see" you here. Yea!!!
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Post by garrett on Aug 28, 2011 10:36:43 GMT -5
yea. smiles
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Post by cottonpicker on Sept 1, 2011 14:14:48 GMT -5
Perhaps I should have started a separate thread??? I dunno, but this is somewhat tangent to this discussion... forgive me if I'm out of place....but, I believe (just MY own opinion here) there are other levels of consciousness..or, sub-consciousness.. that we're not always aware of since our lives are often so cluttered with so much "unnecessary noise and needless frantic activity" that we can't connect with those levels. For example... when I was 4 years old (1945) my infant cousin died at home out on a farm. They had no telephone and hadn't communicated with us in days. The very day he died, Mom had taken me in to town to shop and while walking around she kept looking around and behind us and telling me..."I hear Bessie calling my name". Bessie was Mom's sister and the mother of the infant. This happened more than once that afternoon. Later that evening... we got a message that the baby, Carl Edward, had died that afternoon! LarryD
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Post by garrett on Sept 9, 2011 2:21:39 GMT -5
interesting cp.i think we can all pick up strange things if we only listen?or are more receptive?
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Post by w8n4dave on Sept 9, 2011 7:22:55 GMT -5
One time i was going to spend the night at a friends house I was probably 13 years old maby .. anyway we were walking down the side walk in Gardena Ca. we were going to the store to get a pop or something. I had been at her house for a few hrs. already. and as we were walking down the sidewalk , theres my mom and dad, my mom said "get in the car", so we did , they took my friend home and my mom told me she just had this very strange feeling something bad was going to happen. She wanted me home and she apologized to me, I said mom it's ok, I have spent the night there before. Not that cool of a story but really , I didn't mind. Have you ever had a feeling something bad was going to happen and stop your kids from doing something??? Beside the usual not crossing the street thing...??
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Post by garrett on Sept 11, 2011 10:03:33 GMT -5
a lotta times wendy.parental esp.....lol
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Post by ratdog on Oct 4, 2011 18:39:57 GMT -5
Agreed, time is not linear. There are more than three dimensions. There are more than four directions. The urge to compartmentalize, shortens the human point of view--much is overlooked. Well said.
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Post by chile on Jan 5, 2012 1:58:15 GMT -5
I watched as my Grandmother died a year ago. It was peaceful and she clearly "left."
I was raised to believe in reincarnation and an infinite number of better and worser universes that you could end up in. I took it for granted that that is how things go. However, I came to question this as I grew older and still do.
My Grandfather was a physicist and when he died my mom brought me his books from his desk that he had been recently been reading. They were small but very heavy physics explorations of reality, experience, brain function, and consciousness. In short they explained that consciousness is not "reducible"- it is not dependent on anything else to exist, it just is like time, space and gravity.
I would like to experience being a bird soaring high, but I don't know about the whole bird diet and parasite thing. LOL.
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Post by garrett on Jan 5, 2012 14:22:30 GMT -5
lol no avian issues.smiles
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Post by annclaire on Jan 5, 2012 19:02:19 GMT -5
When I was little (2yrs-8yrs), I had a recurring nightmare of my death by falling down a rock walled water well. I would have to sleep with parents/grandparents it was so scary. My dad finally asked me about it and when I told him it was "when I died on the farm" he was either so scared, or whatever, that he told me it didn't happen and to never talk about it again. Well, stubbon me, I still remember the dreams in clear detail. But, in the dream, I was a little boy, not a girl.
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Post by roziedozie on Mar 9, 2012 17:29:51 GMT -5
Agreed, time is not linear. There are more than three dimensions. There are more than four directions. The urge to compartmentalize, shortens the human point of view--much is overlooked. Dearest Dogwoman, I know you can 'hear' us in the dimension you are in now. You are wise and have so many spiritual resources. Be well, be healed, draw on your energy and ours. Love, Rozie
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Post by garrett on Mar 9, 2012 17:42:46 GMT -5
making me cry here in texas. it just isn't right.
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Post by bluelacedredhead on Mar 9, 2012 19:02:57 GMT -5
Don't Cry Big G. Rozie's right on the money with Lorna methinks. Lorna continues to improve, albeit slowly. Not to lose hope...Just keep on Singing and Praying.
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Post by cliffrat on Mar 4, 2015 0:43:56 GMT -5
Whoa! This is too coincidental. So, today I am relating a story at work about why I think my current cat (a big white and black male) is the reincarnation of my previous cat, a big black and white female. The story goes like this: Casey and I were together for almost 18 years. She came into my life when I was all alone and she was 8 weeks old and living in a basement. She was the truest friend I could ever have hoped for, and she passed away in 2003. It was a few years later, that I had a dream she was back, but she didn't recognize me and she was spitting and hissing at me. I woke up and thought "that was a weird dream". I had a similar dream the next night. She was afraid of me and wouldn't come close. I got down on the floor and eventually she came over and let me scratch her ears. I woke up and didn't think about it for a couple of days when my neighbor Peggy calls me up. She explains that her daughter's cat had a litter of kittens and her grand kids had brought them over to her house. There were about 5 kittens and the kids had named all but one of them. Peggy explains that the grand kids were calling this kitten "Cliff's cat" and she wanted to know if I wanted to come over and see them. The wife and I go over and I ask which one of them was "mine". The kids point to one of the kittens and the whole two dreams repeated themselves right there, except the kitten was doing everything that Casey did in the dream. Naturally, I took that kitten home. Anthony is now about 9 years old.
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Post by garrett on Mar 4, 2015 20:53:55 GMT -5
I keepoming back as a peon.lol
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Post by cliffrat on Mar 5, 2015 0:44:18 GMT -5
I keepoming back as a peon.lol My mother always said we came from good, strong, peasant stock.
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Post by garrett on Mar 5, 2015 5:54:57 GMT -5
grins true dat.lol
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Post by cliffrat on May 27, 2015 22:59:05 GMT -5
So this may be slightly off topic, but I've been reading some stuff by Steven Hawkings on the nature of time. I have always had what I call "past life memories" and dreams of another time and place that are so vivid and the people in them are so familiar, but not anyone I know in my waking time. I have now come to realize that time is the fourth dimension in our reality. Most of us know this to some extent, but what I have come to believe is that you can travel along the dimension of time the same way you travel across the room. It takes some practice to do it willfully, but most of us have done it without thinking about it. Those premonitions you get about something about to happen, those times you realize that something has already happened and you weren't there to witness it. That is your consciousness traveling across the dimension of time. Everything is happening NOW. Everything you think can or will eventually happen, has already happened. Everything you think has happened already is happening now. The passage of time is an illusion created by the discrepancy between our present physical sensations and our state of mind. You weren't someone else in a previous life. That someone is you now and you are them now.
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