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Have you found documents?

Have you found documents?

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RemainingSpirit

Remaining Spirit
I'm interested in knowing how many members have been lucky enough to find documentation that verifies past life recall. By that, I mean specific personal documentation. And I'd love to know, if you did find it, how hard was it for you to find it?

I was lucky, and did find the documents to back up some recall, but it was still very hard to get the documents that were specific to key, rather private, memories. When I found them, I felt I had had a great breakthrough. Have you had that experience yet?
 
Unfortunately I have not. I have read newspaper articles which explain in detail an accident that ended my life once, and which provided greater understanding about the effects that particular location had on my current life, but beyond that I am documentless.
 
Sadly, I feel like I should have found something, but lacking a geographical area to search in, I've just been shooting in the dark, which is how I got into that mess in the first place. I had been gunning for someone else, but poor lighting led to a case of mistaken indentity and I shot the wrong guy, who got to be my father in this life.


Our only "confirmation" of this had to do with a dream that we both had on the same night. He mentioned dreaming of being a regular ol' farmhand, western frontier, and was walking home when someone jumped out from behind a rock and shot him dead. He said he didn't know the guy, and his last memory was of the guy standing over him with an "Oh, sh**!" look on his face. That was the night that I dreamed I was waiting to settle a score with someone who had wronged me in a deal. I jumped out from behind a rock and shot at what I was sure was my mark, but when I went to check my kill (read: finish him off for good and gloat over his body), I saw it was a total stranger. I had shot an innocent man! After we related our stories to one another, we paused. Then I said in my best John Cleese voice "Terribly sorry about that, old chap." He responded "Ah, I didn't want to plow that damned field anyhow." We laughed about it over the morning coffee.
 
I'll apologize in advance for the thread hijack, but your last comments really struck home, re: "laughed about it over coffee". If it needs a new thread, moderators, please feel free to delete or move my comments.


From spirit, this is exactly the sense I am getting. The daily tragedy we experience in the density of this world, with its violence, ignorance and low-grade insensitivity makes the passing of our loved ones and acquaintances tragic, a true loss, as they are a light in our lives, a connection that we have with someone else that is the closest we can come while incarnate. Their loss to us colors our perception of our entire existence and how we deal with everything from that point on.


Now, seen from the other side, these events were most likely planned or allowed to play out however the characters choose to act through free will. Tragedy is expected, the poignancy and emotion available as an incarnate human is the goal, the sense of loss, elation, and every other emotion in between is the reason we're here. Your father's death, at that time, was a tragedy to his family and filled you ("Oh, Sh!t!) with anything from remorse to grief to fear for the repercussions...and now it is a point of connection and humor.


I have been dealing with just this difference between spirit and incarnate "reality" recently with the death of my inlaws and the difficulty my wife and her family have had with their grief. Especially in light of the past life meditations I have had indicating a sense of relief when I died...every time! And often it wasn't just relief; in several lives my spirit was actually jumping out of those previous existences and almost shaking it off like a wet dog. If it is a relief to finally pass over, and I think it is, if it was well established that this is the case, our world could deal with the passing of our loved ones with grace instead of the enormous amount of energy expended in survivor's shame/guilt/lament.


One other aspect is conversation with my guidance...they will usually joke with me alot, but when I appear maudlin they appear somber...for a minute, then tell me to shake it off and remember what we're doing here!
 
Just to clarify, yes, that "Oh sh**!" was an "Oh, my god, what have I done?" I did feel remorse over the death of this person who had done me no wrong, and I did think about his family. I also felt panic because of what I knew was coming, the noose. I was also kicking myself for choosing that path to begin with, for letting emotion rule my actions and not sense.


I meditated on this scenario later, and I did run. I didn't get far. I just didn't have it in me to be a desperado. I holed up and when the boys caught up to me, I laid down my gun and surrendered. I had done wrong and I knew it. No sense fighting. I could at least do one honorable thing and face justice, hoping to give his family the peace of seeing me fess up and take what was coming to me.


I have no idea how it ended. As I said, I don't know where this took place, so I can't even check old papers.
 
Shiftkitty, Thanks for sharing those Past life Memories. How Very Interesting!


Now personally I had to vote no on this poll. But some years ago I was on the Northern Cheyenne Reservation in Montana. Here I had a real in depth 'Deja Vu' experience and felt like I was so completely right back 'Home' again. This struck me right to the most inner part of my being. Later I went to the local cemetary in Lame Deer, Montana. And here in the cemetary I just cried, and cried, and cried. I found myself standing at the foot of this young Cheyenne girl who died a year or so before I was born.


Now as for your poll and as to the above. Later I did some real genealogy research on this young Cheyenne girl and her family from looking at some reservation records. it was interesting but it did not document or verify anything. For as to 'IF' I was indeed this young Cheyenne girl or I just knew her as a friend or family, I do not know at this time and cannot say. Maybe after some time I just might know something.
 
More like the documents found me ...


I received a bunch of past life memories in early adolescence. I remember attending my own funeral in one and as an adult I looked up the place I was buried and it looked just as it had in my mind's eye.


One of the past life memories I had in adolescence was as an English privateer captain in the late 1700's. Decades later I was in the library doing some research on the American Revolution when a little voice at the back of my head told me to look up a well-known Scottish American Naval captain. I did and I became a bit enthralled by the guy, esp. since I seemed to react emotionally to pictures of things he owned and people he would have known. Subjectively, we have strikingly similar cursive handwriting, writing style, and personal traits. In a few of his portraits (and even a photograph of his corpse :eek:), I see a subjective physical similarity with my own features. But then, that's all subjective. I just wish there were more objective people who I could trust to give me their honest opinion. It could be I'm just psychically "tuning in" to a relatively famous person whose life was very similar to my own ...
 
If "sort of" what been a choice to vote, I would have picked that.


I have tried to find some record of my past life as a Jewish woman during the Holocaust and since i know the Nazis kept detailed records, I was hopeful.


What I found on a Jewish geneology website was what I believe is the record of my husband from that lifetime. His first name is exact, the last name only one letter off, and the date of birth makes him the right age. He is listed as having lived in the Lodz ghetto - the place I have horrible memories of- and was deported to Auschwitz in August 1944, just as I recall. When I found this one line record, it was startling. I remember feeling like I'd been hit by a mack truck - this information means all these frightening memories I've had for as long as I could remember are real!


But, I cannot find a record of my name. Its frustrating and discouraging. I feel like I'm so close but I just can't find it. :(
 
Found previous life...


As soon as I could talk, I insisted that my name was George Chain. I can still remember being aggravated by my parents attempts to change my name to John Richard Samsen. During the mind research I experimented in, and several other times, I did have what seemed to be memories of past lives. Once I saw myself as a big, red-haired youth living in a large thatched roof farmhouse in what I felt was the British Isles, several hundred years ago. Was this George Chain? Who knows. Many times in my life, I puzzled over the “George Chain” mystery. Why would a little child think it had a different name, and why such an odd one. Several years ago, I searched the Internet for that name. There were no George Chain's. I tried George Chane. Nothing. Then I tried “Chayne”. The computer suggested I try “Cheyne”. That was a Scottish term that has the same meaning as “chain” in modern English. On this page were many website links to information on George Cheyne. About three hundred years ago, George was born and raised on a farm in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, and eventually became rather famous around London. A medical doctor who, in conquering his obesity problem, created a system of dieting. He wrote books on that subject that made him the “Adkins” of his his day, and his day was the early eighteenth century. I discovered another book he had written, and downloaded it into my computer. “The Philosophical Principles of Religion”. George was a Fellow of the Royal Society of London, a contemporary and associate of many of the founders of our sciences and philosophies, like Newton, Descartes, Locke, Liebniz, Spinoza, Voltaire, Hooke, and Halley. He was obviously familiar with Newton's great Physics. Cheyne was a spiritual man, as Newton was, and was concerned by the new atheism that was developing as people of science and technology now saw many of the mysteries of life explained by a mechanical cause-and-effect rather than by the guidance of an unseen intelligence. Cheyne undertook a project to support the Christian ideology with proofs based on mathematics and Newtonian Physics. His 200-page opus dealt with the mysteries of our universe; gravity, light, and and other phenomena, which he defined as properties of the creative mind of the “Supreme Being”. His concept of “God” had expanded to a multi-dimensional intelligence, that was “present in every atom of matter”. This created a “deja vu” experience for me, as I have been working on a similar project most of my life, with the same basic philosophy. The idea that the creating divinity is present in all matter, is an ancient one. The Hindu philosophy calls the divine essence “Brahman” and in its material forms, “Atman”. The western religions based on the old Hebrew Torah and Roman Catholic dogmas consider this philosophy to be “pantheistic”- a heresy, that divides their “One God” into a multiplicity of forms. I prefer to call this concept “Omnitheistic, as it really considers the “Godhead” as one- not one singular, as in the western religions, but one totality.


Cheyne tackled the tough problems of eternity and infinity with long mathematical excursions in algebra and geometry, which were beyond my understanding, and discourses of analogies and metaphors based on his knowledge of the intricacies of the human body. I think a lot of his effort was not effective in his time. Then, scientists thought that there was an undetectable fluid that circulated in space, moving the stars and planets. They called this Aether. Newton and Cheyne disproved this theory, showing calculations of the elliptical orbits of planets, moons, and comets which had recently been revealed by early telescopes. Cheyne, like Newton, advanced the theory that there was a universal gravitational force in all matter which was trying to unify all the forms, and they thought this force acted in humans as an attraction toward each other, and to the Source. I was surprised when he advanced the idea that comets were largely water, and that the impacts of many of them in the past were probably responsible for much of the water on earth. I thought this was a recent finding! Darwin, and evolution theory, came after Cheyne; I wonder how he would have responded to that.


I see that the “philosophy” I had been working on so many decades seems to be an extension of the work of George Cheyne. I have been trying to incorporate into my intellectual understanding the strange descriptions of our world coming from relativistic and quantum physics, and research into the mind and consciousness. I think that the great advances science has made in the centuries since George Cheyne has brought us closer to an understanding of who and what we really are, and what our place is in the great scheme of things.


"George Cheyne"
 
Please accept my hearty welcome to the Forum, George Cheyne!


One of the things that is most appealing to me about Reincarnation is that the essence of our work during Past Lives is never lost. It may seem hard to access sometimes, but our paths are so often in the same relative direction as the path we may have pursued in the past.
 
I poke around on the internet once in a while trying to figure out where I can search, with what little information I have. In 1823 my name was Alex and I lived in Cheltenham, England. I have no idea what my last name was but I do know I died as the result of not paying attention to what I was doing. I stepped out in front of a "meat cart" (?). No wonder I have always had such a hard time crossing streets! I don't know if obits were common then but I would at least like to find mention in a paper of some poor bloke that wasn't watching where he was going! Someday...sigh.
 
Cheltenham is about 6 miles north of where I was born! Do you remember anything about the area? I think this website is very good, it's the next best thing to actually being there ... and Cheltenham hasn't changed all that much since the 19th century.
 
ChrisR, I'm so excited, I have tears in my eyes! I don't remember anything about the countryside but I lived in a nice home in the town, big white house with stairs going up to the front door and wrought iron. I have looked around Cheltenham a little on Google Earth, but that gets frustrating. I'm not exactly tech savvy! I also remember that I had a friend named Charlie. He wasn't from my social class but we played together anyway. The only game I remember is something with a round hoop and rolling it with a stick! Its nice to know Cheltenham hasn't changed a lot. I'll keep looking on Google to see if I can find my house! Nice to have a message from someone from "home"!
 
My first job often used to take me to Cheltenham, and there are many areas with the houses that you described, still standing. A lot of them have been converted into offices in recent times, but they are still there :)


And the game you decribed playing, it's called Hoop Rolling, a popular pastime in the early 19th century.
 
Sorry George Cheyne, welcome to the forum :)


I found your story very interesting and fascinating. I hope you'll stick around and share any updates with us :)
 
I"m lucky that my previous past life was fairly well documented. However I'm reluctant to read through too quickly it simply because I dont want to spoil my feelings or impressions by something I read and assumptions I make about it.


I seem to be a little over concerned with that, but at the same time, this is new to me and I'm not overly confident about the impressions and feelings I have about things. Things are moving along though and just through the experience of it, I"m gaining confidence.
 
Past Life verification-the chill factor


I found my actual gravestone in the civilian cemetery in Gettysburg Pa. Amzingly enough I had faint recollections of


bits and pieces of a life in Gettysburg, but very little about a battle. A taped hypnosis session gave me a name and date and then I spent four hours on a beautiful spring morning wandering the graveyard until I actually found William.


Amazingly the dates were perfect and the name was only off because when it asked me for my name I gave them the required surname first of an army officer.


After finding the gravestone I was then able to find past life army records related to my service and William was born and lived in Gettysburg but when the battle came he was out of the army on a disability from a minie ball to the knee. (Note it is a knee that I have always had problems with even as a young child.)


When he re upped during the battle he was sent to wander and protect railroad lines and monitor the area west of Gettysburg, so he never was IN the actually BATTLE of Gettysburg.


I do have to admit finding that gravestone was a chill factor. I only wish I had near the luck in finding Constance in Vienna during the second World War.


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I haven't found any paper documentations, birth/death certificates, that sort of thing but I have found a lot of information through books first, and then later on the internet, to validate the information I have of my prior lives...information I could not have known.


In my prior life as an Native American male who survived the Washita massacre, I remember watching a train pass by. It was summer of 1868. Later that winter, Gen. Custer and his troops massacred Chief Black Kettle's tribe. After years of research, I finally found a site online about the area where the massacre took place and there was a map of that area which showed an old railway line running near to that site.


The first images I received of my prior life in Scotland was of myself standing (with a young man) in front of a set of steps that led up to a huge open grassy lawn. Adjoining the lawn were buildings lined up in rows. These building had open porches. The young man had earlier told me, "I know you...we played at the Royston Hospital." After researching online, I found out that the hospital he was talking about was the old Robroyston Hospital in Glasgow, which had been demolished in the 70's. It took more research before I finally found a picture of the hospital, and it was exactly as I had seen it. I had only been living in Scotland for just about 7 months so there was no way I could have known about the old hospital or what it looked like.


I had a very short life in Japan where I know I died in 1945 during a bombing by the American military. I always assumed that I died either in Tokyo, Hiroshima or Nagasaki because I was only familiar with those cities being targeted and bombed during WW2. However, one night while meditating on this prior life, I received a word - Amagasaki. I'd never heard of that name before so I did some research and found out that Amagasaki was just one of many towns bombed by the Americans and that in July 1945, Amagasaki had been bombed 7 times in one day. It was during one of these bombings that I had been killed.
 
Hey Jere!!!


Nice to see you around, Girl. Hope things are going good. You talking with one of those Scottish accents yet?! HAHA


Meow: angel
 
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