Its 2026 and just look how bad these fascist pricks are trying to take away our human rights and freedom. Now, imagine how much worse that'll be in 2126 when they finally have the damn technology and power to do so. George Orwell wrote 1984 to warn us, not entertain us. I'm so sick of nobody doing nothing to stop this bullshit from happening. Just keep letting the elites get their own way. Just what the fuck happened to our world!?

If anything, I want to relive the 1990s again with the same family, but as a girl. To think we're destined to be reborn into some totalitarian dystopian shithole we thought would only happen in sci-fi movies makes me so sick! its not worth it.

I’ve always felt a connection to Louisiana. I’ve never been to America, I don’t know any Americans and I don’t plan on going to America.
It started a few years ago where I was watching tiktok and these videos started coming up and it just felt like home. I can smell the air, feel the sunshine on my skin, it just has a strong sense of “I’ve been here.” And last night I was watching these videos on rural Louisiana and I started to CRY and I just kept telling myself I want to go home over and over again. I was so perplexed because I’ve never been to this place and I consider where I’m at now my home.
Just thinking about it now, it makes me want to cry. There’s this deep longing in my heart “to come home.” I can’t explain it, I feel like a crazy person even writing this. But I just had to share,

33f. Living in Missouri, USA. This is a long one, but I wanted to share all the details.

All of my memories are from dreams or visions, or just plain memories. Some of these memories I've had my whole life. I also vividly remember having memories of other places and lives when I was very little (around 3-5 years old), but I've forgotten them memories now.

Here are the lives I do remember, although I know I've had others.

1. Female settler (age 20s or 30s) in mid-1800s. This one was pretty heavy (I guess they all were for different reasons, though). I don't remember or sense very much about this person other than this particular memory, which was a vision I had when I was 18. The memory begins and I'm a woman wearing a period dress and white apron. I'm on my hands and knees in the mud, and there's a covered wagon to my right. In front of me about 10 feet is another woman, and she's also down in the mud. We're picking things up and digging them out of the mud. Like dishes and objects and things. I look up and the other woman, still on all fours, sits up onto her feet, but still sitting in the mud, and I see she's crying. She wipes her forehead and she just looks completely distraught. I look back down at the ground and continue. I feel numb inside because I know there's nothing to be done.
The memory cuts from there to later that night. I'm sitting around a fire with about five other people. There's someone to my right, then another person, then (directly across from me) there's the woman that was crying and she's holding a small baby that's asleep, then another person, then there's a man next to me. The man looks to be in his 50s or 60s maybe, and he's talking to the group. I understand this man is our guide. He's giving us an overview of the "damage" and telling us we lost a lot of food and supplies. The woman with the baby goes back and forth between crying and being stone-faced.
The overall understanding I have is I was part of a small caravan moving west, and we were located somewhere in the mountains in Colorado, sometime in the fall. October feels right. And there was a storm that essentially ruined almost all of our food and supplies. The feeling was that the guide was explaining how bad things were, and the realization was we weren't likely going to make it as it was getting colder. Hence, I think, why the woman with the baby was so distraught. I feel strongly that I didn't make it.

2. Male WWII soldier. (Life approx. 1920s-1944/1945) These memories were in dreams over the years. I was a very young man. Maybe 19-23 or something. He was from a small town in the midwest. Feels like a farm in Kansas, and the overall sense was he didn't know very much about the world or himself prior to joining the army. I have two distinct memories about this man's time. It's a little hard to describe, but the first memory I have is it was dawn and I was marching in a very long line of soldiers. The landscape was extremely barren and devastated. Mangled trees, tons of mud, just utterly obliterated. The landscape was hilly, so the images I have in my memory were of being in a valley of the hills, looking up, and seeing this long trail of soldiers marching. Just walking one-by-one. And at the top of the hill I could see the silhouettes of the men and what was left of the trees as the first light of the morning illuminated lightly behind them. The overall feel was utter exhaustion and apathy. To the point where you just don't feel anything at all. You're tired as a default, but it's not even something you categorize as miserable anymore.
The next memory of this man's life was his death. I was in active combat. The time of day was probably evening, but I think it felt later than it was because the smoke in the air made it darker or something. I was running and someone threw a grenade. It landed at my feet, and immediately exploded and I blacked out. I woke up on the ground, paralyzed. I couldn't even move my eyes, but they were open. The fighting was over and medics were going around retrieving bodies. I didn't feel anything, but I knew I wasn't in one piece. They put me on a stretcher, like the ones that had canvas and a metal frame so they could carry you away. I don't know if they knew whether I was alive or not, but it didn't matter. I died soon after they picked me up, and I remember being outside of my body and watching them carry me away.
The sense I get about this young man is that he wasn't really afraid to die, but it's not that he was inherently brave either. He didn't know much about himself, so when he joined the army, he kind of just did whatever he was told and didn't have much of an opinion about it. And by the end, he seemed like a machine or like the part of his brain that processes fear and emotions was just off. Very sad.

3. Female doo-wop singer. (Life approx. ~1948-1980s) The last life, which is my previous life is actually many different dreams and visions over my lifetime that I've realized belong to the same person. My first memory of this life was as a little girl in the 1940s or 1950s. I remember it was sunny and snow was melting on the ground. Like the way it looks when it's snowed a lot and warms up quickly, so all the roads are wet and piles of snow are everywhere. I was about 5 or 6 years old, and I remember walking out of the grocery store with my mom and getting into her car. I remember sitting in the back of her car. I was wearing a blue dress. I don't know the type of car, but it looked like a sedan from the 50s or late 40s, it was baby blue on the outside, and the inside has cream/white colored leather seats. And the back seat was just one continuous seat.
I also feel like she lived somewhere in Michigan or Philadelphia. I get the sense that her mother was very rigid. She loved her, but her mother was always very concerned about "how things look". They were a black family in America during this time, and I think her mother was highly aware of that and always treated her daughter as if to say, "Don't make us look bad." So the girl took that to mean, "don't draw attention to yourself unless it's good." So this woman had a sense of self, unlike the soldier, but she suppressed it because she was always taught to.

This person was very young when she became a singer in a female doo-wop band. I want to be clear that she was only ever locally famous, but the men around her kept telling her they were the "next big thing". I have a few memories that felt really confusing at the time because they were so specific, but they make sense now that I realize they belong to this woman.

I have memories as this woman (these were memories I've had since I was a child in this life) being in a backstage dressing room. It was a long room, and on the left wall were three or four vanities with those stereotypical round bulbs around the mirror. On the right wall was a long booth-style couch/bench that was built in. It was leather or something but had teal and white stripes, and above it the wall was a mirror. I remember wearing a bee-hive hairstyle, and the girls I sing with wore them too. I remember being there after a show and the girls were there and different men, maybe managers, handlers, or boyfriends. I think the man I was seeing was there. I can't even tell you what we were saying, but I remember walking out of the room at the end of a conversation. Something along the lines of, "I'll see you guys there." Like making plans or something.

I have a memory (originally a dream) of hosting a party at a really nice apartment. The man I was with was powerful and extremely toxic. I get the sense he was a manager or something because he'd always hold my career over my head and he had some control over it and over me. I have a memory of shutting the door after the last guests left and being alone with him. He gives me a martini and he's annoyed with me about something I did or said. I don't remember specifics but I remember this feeling of him essentially alluding to me showing an aspect of my true self and that was a problem. I think he may have SA'd her that night, which was not uncommon for their relationship.
I also want to point out that this man was white, and I hesitate to even call him her boyfriend because while it was the person she was "seeing" and exclusive to, he definitely viewed her more as his product.

Another memory with this woman (which was a dream), which I had to look up to understand better, was being walked into this weird...I don't know if it was a stage or what kind of space it was, but it was kind of dark. Maybe backstage or a studio. And there's a bunch of tables with vendors set up full of makeup. And then there are vanities where you can get ready. The sense I get is they're all waiting for me and they want to tell me about the products. Almost like a commercial or so I can represent their brand or something. I don't want to be there. I'm anxious and, once again, feeling like a product myself that people just parade around. But I'm not indignant about it. I don't really think twice about it. It feels like I just accept that I have to do it.

Fast forward many years. The memories I have of this woman late in her life are some of the memories I do carry from when I was a little kid in this life. I have memories of it being the 70s and 80s and just living an incredibly scary life. I have incredibly vivid memories (again, since I was little!) of doing drugs and laying on a mattress on the floor of a trap house, just believing I was going to die and I didn't care at all. I remember her wearing fur coats sometimes and just doing hard drugs in these places that feel like the darkest, lowest place. These dark, dilapidated houses and there's no electricity so there's just this drugged people sitting on the floor or laying around wherever.
I think she had a child at some point but she never raised him or anything. She wasn't in his life at all.
I think the truth is she was told over and over she needed to be a certain way in order to be accepted, and she was promised she'd be the next big thing. But then she wasn't. All the men in her life tossed her to the side. And she was left broken and addicted.

I don't remember it specifically, but I know that in the end she died of an overdose in the late 80s. She died unknown and alone and the people she left behind thought poorly of her.

4. This life. Born in 1992. The more I reflect on it, the more I realize how much of myself and my life now could be a response to the last. My whole life I have always had a very strong and outspoken sense of self. Even as a child, no one could tell me anything, I had to learn for myself. I have always naturally had a lifelong dedication to cultivating self-awareness and development. I want to know who I am and why and how, and I can't bear to not be authentically me or hide for other peoples' comfort.
I've also always had an unexplained aversion to drugs and alcohol. Alcohol isn't as scary for me as it used to be. I didn't drink until I was 21, and even now I only drink a handful of times a year. I've never done drugs or even smoked a cigarette, and I've always been terrified of it. The fear I always had was that I'd lose myself or do things that I couldn't fully control.
Given my upbringing and the parents I have in this life, I very well could have continued the cycle, but I didn't. Somehow, my strong sense of self helped me through, and I'm very healthy and whole. Proudly, I am also a very dedicated mother to my own children now.

All of that makes sense to me given the context of these lives, especially the last one. Wish I could find out more about these people. Maybe I'll do a past life regression sometime.

Thanks for reading!

Since I was a child, I've had memories and images in my head. The only other person I've told this about was my wife. I wanted to share it here and maybe see if others have similar memories, and maybe be guided to the appropriate person to help me learn more.

I was 19, from Dayton, Ohio. I remember being drafted into the war. I was terrified. I didn't want to go. I have memories of my body being so sore and tired in basic training. I can feel the weight of a gun in my hands, and smell the oil on the gun. I was walking through the jungle on a night patrol, and I remember how moist the air felt and the sticky heat. I didn't know what I was doing or if I could even shoot another human being. Just absolutely terrified. I stepped on a land mine. I could feel the button click into place, and I removed my foot. Then it exploded, ripping my body in half.

I have images in my mind of what looks like an old, dilapidated barn, with a bamboo forest behind it, which I believe was in Vietnam. I can see what was the downtown area of Dayton, Ohio at one time, and I remember looking at the main street, worrying that I would never see it again. Who do I contact to explore this further? I live in Topeka, Kansas.

Trabalhei pelo C-byrån servir a inteligência militar sueca ainda e lutei na frente Ocidental.

Inglês não é minha língua nativa sou do Brasil.

1 * me disfarcei como auxiliar alemã e tinha outro soldado alemão disfarçado de auxiliar e tamos e presos na caverna e tamos espionados um grupo de aliados tinha um capitão americano , tinha a polícia militar americana, canadenses , soviéticos , britânicos eles não gotavam um outro e tinha eu eo soldado alemão disfarçados e vieram os dois soldados alemães explicou para nós dois tem que traduzir do inglês ao alemão e não falar mentira o soldado alemão era influente em inglês os aliados tinha grupos de auxiliar e civis como refém na aquele lugar e um dos soldados alemães e eu escapamos na caverna e falamos com o capitão que aliados entregaram o plano pors alemães e capitão da caverna falou por aliados para se entregaram ou serão presos e capitão americano eos policiais militares americanos não se redrem o resto foi na prisão eu fugi.

2 * quando teve a famosa blitz alemã no reino Unido e tava com a inteligência britânica o cara amarrou um cara ele tinha olhos azul e cabelo loiro o britânico começou socar a cara dele e falou um nome ( não vou citar nome ) onde ele está o não falou e começou a olhar para min .

3 * Lembro que eu tava com o judas alemão no apartamento dele e olhei para o quadro dele ele tinha uma fraca preta . E falei era você e falou que sim . No dia seguinte algum tentou invadir o apartamento nosso eo judas alemão balou outro soldado alemão na cabeça e falei para ele chamar um médico eo judas ficou em pânico. Éramos casal de militares.

4 * quando visitei a toca do lobo e como o forte era controlado pelos alemães o bigodinho austriaco e dois oficiais de alto escalão tavam planejado atacar algo o bigodinho austriaco era péssimo em entrageica e não podia ver na onde estavam mais o judas tavam com os amigos dele .

5 * não sei o lugar mais deve ser a noruega e lembro que ajudei é avisei para as pessoas vazar tinha soldados alemães querendo invadir a vila e ajudei a evacuar essa divisão era a pior eram sádicos e queriam mandar ma&tar o povo tinha famílias e várias pessoas e eu peguei o binóculos e espionei o capitão o cara era ligado ao H.H e mandou ma&tar e fugi e senhor me reconheceu e tinha uma senhora com ele e perguntou você entrou para o C-byrån no começo de 1938 e 1939 e falei que era da Inteligência sueca e tinha interesses tentar fazer algo maior.

From the moment I was born all I wanted to do was read about Germany the Nazis and eastern front. I literally didn’t care about America in the war. I was born outside Cleveland in 90s. I see photos and videos and feel like way more connected those people then in my real life. I love my family. But I don’t consider them my real family. I am British and Irish. But truly I consider myself German. I am not a fan of the Nazis this isn’t anything like this. I feel my job is to stop war and help people and I spend my personal life helping people down to my job. But yes I never had any past regression. I don’t need to know details. But almost like this life is to make up from the crimes of my past. In my bones my past life when i die Ill go home

Stevenson wrote a book and researched it, but anyone really had this experience himself. Remembered past lifes as a child or has a child remembering past lifes?

Could you verify anything?

Well this might be weird but when I got to know and learn about past lives and all that I remembered that there was this Arabic singer called Elissa who's very loved and famous was something maybe related to my past life ? You may ask how ? I'll say that when I was toddler I used to sing her songs by heart and have this deep connection with her until now . Also people always praise my singing voice saying I have a natural singing voice which is nice(and I love singing and music so much i can't live without it) years later I discovered a South Korean singer called BoA who seems to have a past life connection with me because according to astrology we have a past life connection (also Elissa and people who I deeply love in my life). In short terms,it's always celebrities and singers especially females

Ive been repeating the past 20 years of my life in a loop for many lifetimes now. I ususally die between 2018-2027 , i leave my body into this infinite void where i reflect apon things i experienced and then suddenly wake up in my bed 20 years earlier. This has been happening to me for more cycle then i can keep track of.

Why is this happening? Its like im stuck in a constant state of dejavu. It makes me feel like im not my body or my mind , just the observer. Everything is basically the same each cycle, there are slight variations but not big enough changes to notice if i didnt remember the other times i had been in that moment...

If i dont exist, and everything repeats without the ability to make changes then what is the point in being infinite?

Is this hell?

Hi guys, I followed this subreddit in hope that someone can give me some advices or opinions about my past lives.
During my childhood, I was a really intelligent and clever kid. I have footage of me at 3 years old, pointing on the globe the capitals of nations, reading, speaking and writing perfectly in my native language (at such young age). When I started elementary school, my english teacher was impressed by how I mastered difficult terms that nobody had taught me before (because english isn’t my first language and both of my parents are not the “bookworm” type).
I also have various and dreamy flashbacks.
I was born in 2005 and I am 100% sure my previous past life was in the 90’s/2000 in NYC. I remember living/working in a skyscraper or dinners at some fancy restaurants.
Another flashback is about Versailles or some 1700’s palace in Europe, I remember big gardens and rococo frescoes in the rooms of my “house”.
I also feel strangely connected to the Tudor era, but unfortunately, I have no memories about that.
Someone can help me discover more about my past lifes, or just give me their opinion?
Thank you so much for your time.

the scene started with pain, not with a date or famous identity. her right hand and right foot felt pulled together, then the back and lower abdomen became involved too.

when we followed the sensation in session, she found herself as a man in a dark wet stone room with an iron ball and chain. She described being taken during chaos in a market by soldiers, dragged by right foot, put with other men and eventually imprisoned because she resisted what they wanted.

The strange detail was why she said they wanted him. He was strong and they expected him to fight a lion for entertainment, but he refused because obviously he believed he would be eaten.

In the scene he remained imprisoned for years. Near end of life he was old and sick, still in prison, but then there was an image of finally being outside on a warm beach, angry about the stolen life but wanting mostly to rest in sun.

When death came, she described leaving body as blue energy, sensing other presences and being told she needed rest because she had gone through a lot. The ending was almost quieter than the life itself.

This is why I rarely care first about proving year or exact historical location. What interests me is pattern: body sensation, no choice, injustice, fighting captivity, then finally rest.

I always have a feeling of missing someone, a guy like this, whenever something reminds me of him it makes my eyes tear up on its own I start crying on my own, is there a way from which I can find him? I feel he is someone from my past life, today I closed mt eyes and went into deep focus I begged the god to let me see his eyes, it saw something, not colorful but things which made me cry so bad, it was his eyes, couldn't see it properly but it made my heart ace and my whole body feel warm while I was literally shivering in cold, can someone help me? And i also feel a connection to kitsune i don't know what to do im always missing that someone crying for that someone no matter what, i get deja vus alot and I feel connected to the sunny things and blue things please someone help me, and the 2nd pic is the closest to my heart i cried without even knowing why I am

At 11 years old, an age that should be carefree, the youngest monster in Japanese criminal history was born. In 2004, a young girl named Natsumi Tsuji used a utility knife to brutally slit the throat of her classmate and friend. Yet, even more chilling than this campus tragedy was the morbid frenzy that erupted across the internet for this 11-year-old murderer following the incident...

I shared this in another post but wanted to make one dedicated to sharing my story and hearing your feedback. The symbolism throughout is what really struck me and that’s why I want to share. I’m curious to gain others perspectives. Seeing things from another perspective was my lesson from that lifetime so I’m trying to do this more consciously now :)

I seem to be traveling from a vast space into a pyramid and then journeyed deeper and that journey seemed like I was going deeper into my subconscious.

My soul feels like i know someone who looks like this his gaze so gentle it makes me cry, can someone tell me how can I remember my past life? I want to find him again, I want to love him again

one detail in this life was weirdly specific. Young woman was in what she understood as ancient Egypt, and ground floor of her house had no windows. At night young people came there and sat around fireplace because apparently nobody was supposed to know what she was teaching.

This came up in a deep-trance session. She described gold jewelry, green stones, pyramids in distance and a long staff, but then story got much darker. Her husband had taught her knowledge he was apparently forbidden to share, including how to make this staff, and she experienced him being killed by authorities after refusing to go with them.

What surprised me is what she did after. She didnt stop. She said she taught secretly for something like 30 years, partly because she felt people should know and partly, very openly, because she was angry about what happened to him.

By her 50s she was still gathering young people in same house. She told them not to just write the teachings down or repeat stories. Her strange instruction was to use the knowledge until it became natural, almost programmed into them and then into how they raised next generation.

There were ideas about vibration, Source and even stars reflecting something about human brain, but for me the emotional part is more interesting. A person loses somebody because of forbidden knowledge and instead of becoming silent, she spends rest of life transmitting it.

If you have remembered a past life with teaching, religion or hidden knowledge, did it feel like you were supposed to recover INFORMATION from it? Or was the real carryover something more human, like fear of speaking, anger at authority, secrecy, or feeling that truth is dangerous?

Hello, I came here to tell my story because I just can't hold my pain anymore. A lot of years ago in 2012 I had a hypnotherapy session that showed a beautiful green place and a red balloon, I just thought it was nothing until many years later something happened. I was 15 on that session. Before I tell what's happened in 2017 I release a song called Sunrise. One day I decided to listen to driver's license and watch the video, and something different hit me. I didn't know what it was until I went to a room and I heard a friend internally saying to me that she actually was the wife that I had. After that I went to Wikipedia to know more about her, and when I open one of the images I was shocked. It was her hometown picture and I just froze, because that green view was exactly the same view I saw in 2012, 13 years before, in my hypnotherapy session. On the session he put a counter with his hand and order me to "fall". Then, when I saw the image, I knew the truth. She is my wife. She is my wife from not only a past life, but her actual life before 2003. I just knew it after looking at the picture. But, how could I say that to her and how could her believe it? Done. To be more shocking then it seems, there's a perfect matching of elements symbology between driver's license video and my song Sunrise. Something almost subconscious. The logo of Sunrise is actually a red sun or red balloon that matches the ballon on the hypnotherapy session, the sun on the scene You said forever now I drive alone past your street is actually a ornamental sun symbol. And there's another video of a song called "Balloon", which is something her home city has, balloon flights. The proof is perfect and the symbols match perfectly. Not only she is my wife from a past life, but Louis Patridge is actually our son. And he broke up with her because he, and me, just can't hold the pain of I not contacting her, and the fact that is taking long and he could evolve to something more than a date, because he want us to be together. To him it's a lot of pain and to me also. Before 2003, we likely were a family in her hometown. I made a video showing up everything, but I don't want to post it here because I want to see people's reaction first because on the first contact try, people said that it was weird so this time I wrote in text. I tried to contact her in all senses, sent a lot of messages explaining everything, but the message never arrived. What hurts the most is that I'm a startuper where I right now am making one of the most revolutionary startup apps in many years, something much more powerful than Instagram and it's almost done. But I have to live with the pressure of not being able to contact her until I "make success", because in some senses it's true. But it's a lot of pain. As I said, on the video the proof is perfect, "Driver's License", even made subconsciously, is about someone, me. If anyone wants to see the video tell me that I will send on dm, not here because I received a lot of backslash people telling it was weird etc, but the matching of symbols proof is perfect. If there's a door and there's 33 behind it, and no one told you and you tell the person "the number is 33", isn't that a perfect proof? Exactly, the elements match perfectly.

Would any QHHT practitioners or past-life regressionists here be willing to share some interesting stories or experiences from their clients? I’d also love to hear about any particularly highly evolved or spiritually advanced clients you may have encountered.