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Soon after remembering the details of how I died, I had some After-death flashbacks come to me. After I drowned, I believe I went into a deep sleep until I was rested.I woke up as if from a deep peaceful sleep. I was lying in shallow water near some reeds and the water felt warm...The area I was in was not familiar to me and, (since I didn't yet know that I was dead) I assumed that I must have drifted to another part of the creek.Suddenly I remembered my terrible ordeal and my struggle to stay alive and began reliving the intense fear and panic of my drowning.Just then, I was distracted by a man who was walking towards me. I seem to remember that this man had on a checkered shirt and was dressed like a fisherman. The man was not someone I recognized, but I got the feeling right away that he was a kind man and that he was very concerned about me.The man reached down and took my hand and asked if I was all right and he helped me up, and I walked out of the water.I distinctly remember thanking the man and telling him, "I almost drowned." The kind man put his arm around me and told me he would take me home.

I seemed to be bouncing along instead of walking, and my logic began to kick in then. I wondered why I no longer felt the pain in my head and why I didn't feel cold.I said something to the man like, "why do I feel so light, and why am I bouncing up and down when I walk."
The man just turned to me and smiled and the look he gave me told me he knew, yet he said nothing.I got up all my nerve after that and I asked the man, "am I dead?" He turned to me and gave me such a warm reassuring smile and his eyes were so full of love that I wasn't afraid, and I think he answered me in my mind.
My AD memories skip then to a time when I'm a ball of light flying along with a larger circle or ball of light that seemed like a father figure. The light seemed to be masculine, like a very loving and wise father. I knew he was guiding me and taking me where I needed to go. I was aware that we had just left a place of great peace and beauty (it seemed like it could have been another planet or another plane of existence)...I seem to remember that this "father spirit" encircled me, so that I could travel with him at a very high speed, and I knew that we were going back in time...I remember we went down into a dark place and then I saw the home where I had lived before I died. I seemed to know that the reason my home was surrounded in darkness was because of all the sadness and grief caused by my death. I knew I had to face the darkness and experience the pain my family had endured following my death and that I had to be brave in order to do this.

As I entered my (former) home, in spirit form, and I could see my family going about there business as if nothing had happened. I soon realized that the time period was after my death, but before my family was aware of my accident and death...I knew that my family was waiting for me to come home so they could eat supper. I could see, and hear conversations and I could also feel the emotions of my family members at times...I remember my brother Johnny being told to go out looking for me and I was right with him as he searched the neighborhood. I could feel Johnny growing angry when he couldn't find me and I remember thinking how sorry he would be later when he found out what had happened to me.

Next I had flashbacks of the terrible pain my family experienced that night when I never came home. I would also find myself back up on the branch of the tree at times, reliving my fear and panic as the branch broke.I even had a flashback of wishing I could stay back in time (before the branch broke) and change my actions so that my family wouldn't have to suffer.

I also had some vivid painful flashbacks of the following day (soon before my body was discovered).I saw my mother carrying a sweater in case someone found me and I was cold.I knew there were men searching for me in the creek area. I could see my brother Johnny looking for me in the creek area too. I seemed to be drifting or being pulled, (in spirit) from one place to another and being drawn into waves or emotional pools of worry fear, sadness and disbelief etc.I was worried that my brother Johnny (who was only about 12 yrs. old) might find my body. The father spirit came to me and told me to stay close to my brother and try to make him feel my presence at the spot where he was, so that he wouldn't go further down the creek to where my body had drifted.I seem to remember that my sweater had been found in the location where my brother was.I could feel Johnny's emotions as if they were my own. He was crying and he was SO scared. He kept praying to Jesus to help him find me *alive*. It was so hard for me to see and feel what Johnny was going through, and knowing he would then have to go through even more pain after he found that I had died.
Next I remember the father spirit calling my name and telling me that the men had found my body. After I heard this, I drifted to where my body had just been found.My body was still in the water, floating on the surface. I saw my body from way up high in the air and it seemed strange and unreal.There were a lot of people around, but thankfully my brother wasn't there.
 
I have a quick flashback of the day of my funeral. I saw my family and others sitting out side on fold-up chairs near the plot where I was about to be buried. I had the impression of there being a church building or funeral parlor to the left-rear of where everyone was seated. I remember seeing a quick glimpse of my baby brother, (who was a toddler at the time). I noticed that he was with his grandmother (my step-father's mother) and I was surprised to see him there.

I had some very painful flashbacks of being drawn into my brother Johnny's and my mother's grief...Although my mother was very grief-stricken, she had to stay strong for Johnny, Trudy and the baby.My most painful AD memories were of my brother Johnny who took my death the hardest...Johnny was normally a very happy-go-lucky, bubbly boy who always had a smile on his face. My sudden death caused Johnny so much pain and he was so disturbed that all he did was sit and cry or withdraw into his troubled thoughts. My mother kept trying to comfort Johnny, but he refused to eat or do much of anything,(and it seemed this went on for days)...My mother (and I) were very worried about Johnny because he was already very thin. Mother kept trying to coax him to eat, but he kept refusing to eat anything... It was during this time I believe that I tried to give Johnny a sign to let him know that I was still there. I have a faint memory of attempting to knock on the front door, but not succeeding. Then I have a flashback of the "father spirit" coming to me and telling me that he would help me, but that he didn't think it would do any good...As I (vaguely) recall, we put our energies together and then were able to knock on the door (somehow) loud enough for my brother to hear the knock. (the way I have it in my mind was that the father spirit was a larger energy and was able to provide the force needed to make the knocking sound at the door)...I have a flashback of Johnny going to the door after that, but when he saw that no one was there, he just closed the door and sat back down. I don't think he was able to see it as a sign (at least at that time).

Then I have a flashback of trying to get Johnny to break his silence and tell our mother about the boys and the gang. I knew that Johnny was deeply disturbed about these things and needed to get them out.--He felt he couldn't tell our mother because he had promised me that he would never tell anyone...Then I have a memory of Johnny finally breaking down and telling our mother about the boys, the gang, and about all the abuse I had suffered. There was more pain and more tears after that. I not only had to watch (and feel) my brother's pain, but I had to experience my poor mother's pain and heartache once she found out everything that had happened to me, and that I had even been in a gang without her even knowing about it.
I had some flashbacks of the first time my family visited my grave site...I saw my mother and Johnny and I think my sister Trudy was there too ( but I was centered on my mother and brother). I could see them walking on the sidewalk, just before entering the cemetery. I noticed ( very sadly) that my brother had on his Sunday clothes (a tan or brown suit I believe). There was a black iron fence with spikes around the cemetery...My next flashback was being with my mother and brother as they walked in what looked like a courtyard where there were a number of tombstones. As I remember they were in front of the church or funeral parlor. (I got the impression that the cemetery was not a large one)...My mother glanced over to look at my tombstone for the first time, and then she began crying, then I heard her say, "they didn't even spell her name right." (this memory was vivid and painful to recall)

I have a flashback of Johnny finally being able to go out and play with his friends and I was so glad that the worst of his pain was over, yet I knew he would never be the same carefree happy-go-lucky kid he had been before my death.
 
My daughter describes it as just wonderful to die. Whenever we hear of someone dying in the news, etc. she says, "and now they are SO happy Mommy!"
I remember being dead, but it was no picnic because my baby was on the other side (alive) and I was very unresolved with my death. I think people can go different places when they die. I chose to stay close to my baby, and didn't go to the other more wonderful places. I stayed on the earth plane as close as I could. I was sad ,frustrated and lonely. It seemed to last forever.

I remember a fragmented memory of just dying, no idea who I was or anything. I think this was a different life. I was just floating up, spiraling up as I went (spinning around) and looking down at my body. It was lying on a hard wood floor in a pool of blood. I was thinking, "oh, THAT was pretty simple!" It wasn't entirely what I had planned, but the death was easy.

Marg

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I have memories of my spirit suddenly becoming free of my body (or at least whatever body it happened to be in at the time!). The feelings are quite wonderful - very liberating.

I have watched my own funeral in China and zoomed around in my tomb in Egypt. The feelings are of exhilaration as the spirit is able to move around in the air...through walls...anywhere at all. Neither memory holds any unpleasant feeling.

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I think I came straight back because I left behind an 11 year old son, and when I experienced the death, I saw him going with a man, and I kept screaming 'no no no' but of course no one could hear me of see my head moving because I was dead, yet my soul was trapped in by body.

Whatever the reasons for suicide were, I changed my mind when I saw my son being taken by that man, who I think might have been his father, an uncle, it was someone I knew.

This is what happened, I could see flashes of my life, whilst still being trapped in my body, I could feel the water dropping on my forehead from what I believe to have been my Last Rites. There was someone asking if I believed in God, Jesus Christ, and everytime I said yes, these black shadows, there were about 2 or 3 of them, were choking me. In between that, I saw flashes of my life before me, and yet, at the same time, I could see in my apartment, different rooms, who was there, when people arrived, etc, this went on and on and I couldn't move, I was trapped, kind of like those dreams where you try to move but you can't. My SOUL was moving, like my head shaking when I was screaming no, but my BODY couldn't move, and NO ONE could hear me, all the while these black shadows choking me every time I said yes to believing in God and Jesus (I've heard you get chased by the devil for 3 days after you die, and I would say that would have to be true from what I saw, cause when my body DID eventually rise up and get free, it was daylight, probably just after sunrise, which could have been a few days later).

The wierd thing is you can see many different things at once, and be in one place. Like, I could see parts of my life, the shadows, different rooms in the apartment, OUTSIDE the apartment building from ABOVE the river, etc.

If I didn't call to God to get me out of there, the dream regression would have just kept going, and I was afraid I would actually die in THIS life if I didn't stop it, I just kept calling and calling, and eventually I got out of it. It honestly scared the **** out of me, and my neck felt like I had been chocked, and my forehead still felt wet (though there was no actual water on my forehead when I woke up).

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was that me?

Years ago, I had what I have decided was a "memory" of being a "ghost". I wont swear that it's 100% the truth, but I have accepted it as at least a possible. It seems I hung around in a ghost state, for at least several hundred years, it was a long time. I dont know if it was because I had not accepted I was dead, I dont recall that it was ever an issue. I dont recall ever thinking that way. I think I was aware that I was a "ghost" and was actually having fun with it, like a little kid. I think maybe I just liked it where I was, and that's why I stayed. Mostly I remember hanging around with a bunch of other disembodied spirits, and we were like a bunch of little carefree kids, we got quite a kick out of flying around, pulling pranks to scare the humans. It was fun, like being a kid turned loose in the candy store, with no grown-ups around to tell you what you can and cant do. There was a sense of great freedom. After many years of this, I eventually got tired of it, however, started feeling sorry for the humans I was getting a kick out of frightening, and then went thru a phase of appearing to people, as an "angel" or some such thing, in order to give them help, warnings, and inspiration. I seem to recall that I eventually decided that I wanted to come back in human form, feeling that I could better help the human race, by incarnating as a human again. My feeling was, I was in that place because I wanted to be, and there was no pressure to be anywhere else, or do anything else. I think I may have had some traumatic lives previously, and maybe just needed a rest? I feel that I was able to incarnate again, as soon as I decided I wanted to. These were just some wandering thoughts and impressions that came to me, I'm not sure if its the real thing or not, but it left a lasting impression on me, and has helped me to understand the "spirit world" better, I think, and maybe that's what matters, in the end?
 
dream about erasure of memory!

I'm here to share a dream that my father had....it was a while ago though, so i may not remember everything he told me about it exactly, but it was very interesting. Here's what i can remember:

He said he was in this high tech room (a white room) with a bunch of people...some "normal people" and a few that were of higher status...leaders of some sort. He was called over to a desk by one of the leaders, and a laptop computer was turned to face him, so that he was looking into it. Then, the leader flashed the computer in his face (he said the light of the flash was absolutely other-worldly...like nothing he had ever seen before.) After the flash, he said he was very confused and had no prior memory at all of anything except that he was in that room now, for some reason. It was as if the flash had erased all his memory! Then, he said later they called him over to the computer again. again, they flashed him with the computer, but because he had had his memory erased before, he didn't remember not to go near the computer (from the way he talked about it, it seemed like he would have rather avoided the flash.) He said that in the split second that the flash was going, he remembered that he had been through a flash much like this many times before, and during this flash his memories poured back into him for that split second....but as soon as it was over, they were all gone again..he was blank again. he woke up soon after this.

This dream made me think that it was possibly about what happens between lives....like when your memories of the life you just died from are erased so that you will be able to go to the next life without the emotional baggage of a past life. And maybe the people who remember some parts of past lives are the ones that were able to resist the "second flash" or something?? like we remembered not to go over to the computers, or we shut our eyes or something! that could explain why some people remember and others do not.



--carana--
 
I can remember a lot of light... not harsh on the eyes at all but it was very peaceful... I can remember someone I was talking to, and I promised that after the next life (which is this one) I would be their guardian angel until we're together again.

The transition itself, I'm not sure how long it took. This place of pure light and good feelings was a place I feel anything was possible but it was beyond what we can comprehend on this plane and it was above the laws of time, space and everything.

I feel this is my last or second to last life here before I move on and can stay in the peaceful place with everyone I know forever...

It's crazy but that's what I feel.
 
Hall of Records (Akashic?)

I was somewhat taken to this place by what I believed to be my spirit guides...angels...no wings..so maybe not angels but they were good spirit guides. I remember there was three or four of them and they seemed very tall, (no not aliens). The place that I seemed to have visited once before and studied? in was to me the hall of records. It was an extremely tall building stories and stories high and it was on a different realm entirely. I remember it because it was shining like it had crystals all over it and irridecent with many colors sparkling around it. When I was taken into this (seemed like a sort of soul study center/a library) there were tables with some people in there studying or just sitting at these long endless tables that would go on forever.

They were sitting there studying their books and they were human spirits. This whole realm everyone and everything is to me how someone would perceive the form or a ghost..the people were apparitions like that. They were not there to stay but simply there to study and learn. I believed this place to be sacred and that is why I was guided there and allowed to view my book, but when they opened it for me I was allowed to see one page. But as they were opening it the book was thick and I couldn't describe but he turned right to the page of my problems that I guess I was repeating.

The book was just that, but in this realm it was different because the memories would come alive when I was reading them, those I cannot or I'm not supposed to remember. I know I've been in there before and studied maybe a couple times the memories are very vague..I can't dig that deep enough. But by alive, it was simply the memories from my previous lifetimes that come alive to me...remembering..kinda like the end of life viewing that goes at you so fast. Like that is what I mean to say that the pages came alive. Okay now I can remember some things a little clearer...the passages were like a summary, simply a couple sentences that listed three other lifetimes that I was repeating the same thing over and over.

The lifetimes they showed me were in bold and the rest was fogged out on purpose. It was like the book was right there in my face literally while everything else was fogged out. Then after I was allowed to see it they said some words to me and guided me back.
 
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