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How did you die?

I can't remember my demise in my last life, but I guess that might be a good thing. My obituary, that's right, I do have a copy of my last life's obituary it took a lot of work but it was worth it, well it said I had been suffering from hardening of the arteries for about 2 years. Nothing so as glamorous as some of these other deaths in this forum, but that, none the less, still served as the transition into the life I am experiencing now. I have a feeling I used to smoke cigars and in this life I don't smoke anything. Maybe I can avoid that particular death this time ! :thumbsup:
 
Funny, but I don't remember too many deaths. The one that stands out is when I was a Catholic nun. I died during a great plague (don't know the year but it seems like medieval times). I was placed in a barn/wooden structure(?) on hay to finish dying along with the other dying people. As soon as I died I looked down at my body and noticed my face - I had never seen how I looked as mirrors were forbidden in my order. (I've never researched this, so I'm not aware of which order I belonged to. I'm not Catholic in this life.) As I looked at my face I was astonished - I always felt I was very beautiful - I felt beautiful - and yet my face was rather plain. I looked very different then than I do now.
 
I remember four past lives quite vividly, and two deaths, both by gun shots.

As a male working for/with the British East India Company, I was shot in the stomach for sleeping with someone's wife (the wrong someone apparently, ehehehe) and died a slow death.

And the second was as a Russian cavalry officer in 1918. I was mourning the death of my young wife (who died in childbirth) and didn't care that there was a coup happening around me and I turned a corner, immersed in grief, right into the barrel of a gun to the temple. I could have cared less, and died of the shot immediately. It was a relief.

I was born in this life with a huge red "strawberry" birthmark on the same temple where I was fatally shot. Luckily it faded by the time I was two and I have barely noticable, slightly wrinkled skin there now (at 38yo).

I do not remember my other two deaths - I lived previously as a nun in Italy and as a midwife somewhere in England or Ireland (I lean towards England).
 
two memories...

I remember being shot. I've always remembered this, even as a kid. I was shot by a gun in the back, on my right side, right under my shoulder blade. I can still feel the burning sometimes. Bizarre feeling and even more bizarre realization when I found out why I'd always been sensitive in that area. I think I was a man in that life.

I also remember a car accident. On a bridge, riding in a car with a man and he was driving too fast. I was a few months pregnant and he was the father (I think). I remember going off the bridge and then thinking "I can't believe this is how I'm going to die" and then looking at him and being angry and him looking very sad realizing what he had done and then thinking of my baby and then boom. Gone.

I used to have slight panic attacks whenever we would drive on bridges, now I know why. Since I found out why, they don't happen as often and I can calm down more easily. That's what led me to want to know more about these memories.
 
I remember being gunned down in a barn. That's the only bit I remember of a past life as a Polish soldier in the Napoleonic war (I looked up the uniform). I was shot and my body was on the floor with other bodies while the enemy soldiers raped a girl. I stuck around for a while, just standing there, wishing I could help her but of course I could not do anything but, well, stand and watch and being painfully aware that I was dead.
 
So far I haven't recalled any violent deaths, but I do know that I have died twice from heart failure at least twice, which at least in one case came about quite dramatic.


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I guess my most intriguing death was my WW1 one - shot by my own uncle ! On the face of it, this was because he'd been recommended for a medal (possibly a V.C.) which i knew he wasn't entitled to, that he'd taken the credit for some other chap's action (the other chap had died). but our feud went back much further. 'Funnily' enough, in this life, he's my Father...


Also i've died suffering some kind of fever twice, from drowning after the Tay Bridge Disaster in 1879, bombing in 1942 and somehow killed by another uncle (possibly poisoned) in 10th century. Oh, and by a boulder crushing my father of that lifeand myself in ancient Babylon. I don't remember the other ones; maybe that means they were normal or peaceful?
 
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Will I remember 3 of my deaths. One came to me in a dream when I was a teenager. I was in Paris standing on a balcony looking over at everything. The next thing I know I fell over the balcony. I don't remember if I was pushed or if I had fallen by myself. All I remember is falling and as soon as I hit the pavement I died. Then I had that same PL memory of being in Paris but, this time I was standing outside the building I had fallen off. I remember waking up thinking, "That was the building I fall off".


Another one was I died in a car accident in Kansas City,MI. I dreamed this one. I remember it was a dark cloudy day. I was driving down the road going pretty fast. Then I see this black van coming flying up the road. The van turns right into my line. I jerk the wheel and run off the road. I remember my car rolling. I also remember my left arm going threw glass ( God it hurt like hell ) then I guess I hit a pole or tree then I die. I woke up in PAIN. And my hole entire left arm hurt for the rest of the day.


The last PL death I remember is me accidently over dosing on drugs. I remember being in a public bathroom. It was very dirty bathroom with the lights flickering. I remember standing there then thinking, "Oh, s***". Then I died.


I now in this life stay away from drugs. Oh, this next one wasn't my death but, it was my childrens' death in another life. I remember I had 2 kids. They were in the bathtub very young kids. I had to step out of the bathroom for some reason. I thought, "They'll be alright I'll just be gone for two seconds". I don't remember what I went to do but when I came back my kids were dead. I was so upset I went running out of the house screaming at the top of my lungs and crying then I woke up.
 
Hi, I'm new here. I figured this was as good a spot to jump in as any.


I have been interested in past lives since I was a young teen. I remember a couple deaths from the past.


In one, I was killed by a band of men who broke into our home. It was sometime in medieval Germany and they killed my children, then did some terrible things to me before killing me with a knife.


In another, I was the wife of a miner in England... 1700's i think. My husband was with me as I died in childbirth. I remember the pain fading and then it was over.
 
In one of the very few memories that I had pl related, it seems that I died while riding a bicycle home from one village to the next, it was somewhere in England I think, during some Earthquake.
 
I died alone in a dark apartment. I had slit my wrists and bled out in the bathtub. I have the feeling it was in the 1980's and I was a man. The apartment was full of boxes like I had just moved in, or I was about to move out. The bathtub had feet on it. I think it was in the evening hours and the sun had almost set. I think it was in a bigger city. Strangely, this is the only past life memory I have.
 
Welcome whitelight, interesting memory, and very recent too, do you have any idea what part of the world you were in? Do you mind if I ask how you remembered this memory? was it in a dream? or through meditation? maybe you can remember some more from this life.


I remember about 6 past lives but I only remember how 2 or 3 of them ended, I'm sure I died of an illness in one and I was very young, but i'm not certain about that one. In the other lives, I died from a broken neck after I fell from a horse, and I also died in a volcanic eruption.
 
ChrisR said:
Welcome whitelight, interesting memory, and very recent too, do you have any idea what part of the world you were in? Do you mind if I ask how you remembered this memory? was it in a dream? or through meditation? maybe you can remember some more from this life.
I remember about 6 past lives but I only remember how 2 or 3 of them ended, I'm sure I died of an illness in one and I was very young, but i'm not certain about that one. In the other lives, I died from a broken neck after I fell from a horse, and I also died in a volcanic eruption.
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I don't know what part of the world. I didn't believe in past lives until autumn of 2006. I had just finished my basic training for the US Air Force and I shared a dorm room (at tech school) with a girl who could remember several of hers. We both believe in spirits/ghosts and we would talk about the supernatural often. One evening we were talking about past lives and she was telling me about some of hers. She was talking about how she thinks she will die in this life and I was thinking about how I have never/will never consider suicide. And then that memory flashed though my head. I began sobbing and staring at my wrists and my left arm went weak. It was very strange at the time.
 
The ones I remember


Interesting thread so thought I'd post.


My last time around I was killed by the SS for being a member of the Dutch Resistance, laughing, they turned their dogs loose on me while I was tied to a post. Not fun. I think in this lifetime I have experienced a lot of residual trauma which I never understood as a result of it.


Lakota medicine woman, strangely enough for the times, of old age. So far as I can remember, this lifetime has been my favorite.


Poor Irish immigrant, mid-teens. Childbirth in a tenement after I had arrived in Philadelphia.


Upper class British woman, childbirth in 1503, the Tower.


Mayan man, sacrificed at Uxmal.


I'm sure there must be more, but these are the ones I've remembered. I have had very difficult pregnancies and births in this lifetime. 100 years ago I would have died as a result.


I have a recurring problem of chest pains under stress. My heart has been checked and double checked, it's fine. (Mayan man getting his heart ripped out in a sacrifice?) I don't know.
 
I think I mentioned this when I firt joined the forum...


I don't remember the exact moment of death but I do remember walking down a wide jungle pathway and being followed by a very large elephant. I was very nerves and frightened...kept looking back and saw he was aways coming closer. Scene switches to me being down under water. The water is a beautiful clear blue. As I rise up I can see bubbles coming up around me and I know others are there also. I reach the top and climb up on a huge rock. I had been a young man....but now....I am a female.


In this life I rode on an elephant at about the age of 5 or 6 and was just fine. By the time I was in my 20's I had become terrified to be anywhere near an elephant. Even at the Zoo, I would stand waaay back....afraid he was going to reach out his trunk and grab me. Nothing in this life had ever happened to me that should have caused that kind of reaction. I am supposing that maybe I was in my 20's when I had been killed in the past???


I'm glad I don't remember the death.....they squash you.... terrible....
 
This is another brief memory of a death ....again not the exact moment....just prior.


I was in meditation and suddenly I was in what appeared to be a castle or a monestary. It was a stone building and I believe I was on an upper floor. I was a monk in his fifties looking foreward at an arched window. The window was lovely. It was divided into four areas by a cross made from cement or stone. There was curl like decorations in the four corners. The scene suddenly became obscured by black billowing smoke rising up from below and this was quickly followed by bright red flames. I thought I was in Ireland.


At that point the whole vision vanished. I assume that I burned to death but I don't remember that part.


In this life I hate any kind of violence. All of my life I have worried about things exploding...so far so good. Years ago I asked God to spare me from seeing accidents after seeing a very terrible one where 6 people died. I was 19 when that happened. I just celebrated my 75th birthday on Nov.1st.... and I have never come upon an accident where anyone was hurt ever again. The consciousness of the Universe listens..... :)
 
I just celebrated my 75th birthday on Nov.1st....
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Congratulations!! :D


Florence, I know so well what you mean about things exploding, I feel exactly the same (so far so good too, knock wood!) - maybe this is some kind of trauma from a previous death, but I can't remember...


Love


Welsh Heart
 
My last death was by falling from a two-story railing as a guy- whuich means I pretty much went splat, breaking ribs. As a french blonde girl in about the middle ages, shot in the ribs in the woods and felt like I dissolved into the earth. An earlier renisance warrior woman, died of something like Cancer, and remember watching my lover find my dead body and carrying out all that was needed for a burial rite- and telling him that I would always love him (this memory was induced by seeing a willow tree). Lastly, but least, I remember being an old woman who lived all her life in the Library of Alexandria, and I think I was locked in and burned alive inside.


EDIT: I'm sorry, for the warrior woman, I think it might actualy have been a poisoned arrow, not Cancer, sorry.
 
It's an old thread but its new to me.


I remember five lives where I died an unnatural death. The oldest one I remember was in, I believe, ancient Greece. Our village was being raided by enemy soldiers. I was stabbed in the back trying to escape. Oddly after seeing this, a chronic pain I've had in my back went away. It hasn't bothered me since.


I remember two different lives in France. The was during the 16th century. In that life I was burned at the stake after I was accused of being a witch. Then in the 18th century I was a member of the French Aristocracy. It is the only life I've seen where I was wealthy. In that life I was beheaded during the French Revolution. In the first French life I hated the people of influence and was killed by them. In the second one I was a person of influence and was killed by the people who hated me.


In the 20th century I was shot in the chest during WWII, and in my most recent life I was killed in an accident. I was stuck by a semi truck and killed on impact. Many times I have been driving down the road and got up close to a semi truck and had visions of getting hit by one flash through my head. The next thing I know I'm practically white-knuckling the steering wheel about to break out in a cold sweat. That hasn't happened to me in a while though. :thumbsup:
 
Ways I have died:


-Burned at the stake(late 1400s-early 1500s),


-Died in childbirth(late 1600s-early 1700s),


-Died of old age? (1700s?),


-Drowned in ship sinking(1700s?),


-Died in childbirth(1800s),


-Shot to death(1918),
 
I believe that in my last PL (France, during WWII) I was buried under a building that either was bombed (haven't checked if this was common in France) or collapsed in some kind of explosion. Not being killed instantly, I was caught probably wounded and suffocating, trying to dig myself out with my hands.


Today, I suffer from a - fortunately - mild form of claustrophobia and sometimes my hands hurt, the skin now and then seems to break almost by itself, making the hand bleed.
 
I have always had a memory of drowning in the sea, tangled up in the lines and wreckage of a small sailing ship as it sank.


When I was around 10 years old, I told this to another boy and he said "god, you're weird" and then walked away. I didn't talk about it anymore after that.


I used to have an aversion to having my feet touched by anything or even anyone. It was such a terrible feeling to me that it was an impediment to living a "normal" life. I could walk through streams or rivers with tall grass arching over the top of me with snakes swimming by my chest and that didn't bother me but, having my feet touching the cold moss at the bottom would make me want to scream, although I didn't. Water skiing in the ocean, while lots of fun, was just impossible because my skis would touch the bottom and I would think that something was grabbing my feet. It was awful.


On my twenty-first birthday, I was living in the south Pacific, and I drove to a lonely beach at midnight, took off my clothes and swam out into the blackness of the night until I could just barely see the headlamps of the automobile, which I had left on. I was very frightened but I stayed out in the dark ocean for a long time and thought about why I was so frightened of something grabbing me. Fortunately, nothing did grab me and I returned to the beach safely. I have never been bothered by something touching my feet since. Also, I would never do that again - having watched a lot of shark documentaries and movies.
 
During my life in the middle ages, I died of old age.


In my WWII life, I died after the war in a plane crash.
 
I only remember dying once, of some illness. I was fairly young and left behind the most wonderful and sweet daughter and husband. I think it was traumatic, because I didn't want to leave them - or at least that's what I recall. Perhaps I came to be at peace with it all, but I'm afraid I don't remember that.

Stardis wrote:
On my twenty-first birthday, I was living in the south Pacific, and I drove to a lonely beach at midnight, took off my clothes and swam out into the blackness of the night until I could just barely see the headlamps of the automobile, which I had left on. I was very frightened but I stayed out in the dark ocean for a long time and thought about why I was so frightened of something grabbing me. Fortunately, nothing did grab me and I returned to the beach safely. I have never been bothered by something touching my feet since. Also, I would never do that again - having watched a lot of shark documentaries and movies.
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Stardis, thank you for sharing this. It must have taken serious guts to do it! I'm happy that you made it back to the beach safe and sound, and that you were able to get rid of your fear. A life changing experience indeed!


Thank you again - your story touched my heart.
 
W.A. HEART said:
Stardis, thank you for sharing this. It must have taken serious guts to do it! I'm happy that you made it back to the beach safe and sound, and that you were able to get rid of your fear. A life changing experience indeed!


Thank you again - your story touched my heart.
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I told myself that it was OK to be afraid, to experience fear and let it wash over me like little waves of panic. Since then, I use that technique occasionally when the emotional drama in life seems too much for me (frequently) - I tell myself that it is OK to feel this way and to experience it as a part of the richness of life.


When I was 21, I was fortunate to have a friend who was also on the path to spiritual self discovery. He didn't know much about reincarnation but wanted to learn as much as he could and we had a great friendship. I think talking with someone else gave me the resolve to confront that "problem".
 
There are only a few of my PLS that I know anything about my death in those lives.


But one as a young Indian Girl which was raped by maybe 3 White Cowboys which led to my death. This seems to still be really fresh in my inner self have to say.


A Psychic said that I was Indian male and became a drunk which then committed suicide in the Depression. In this life, I hardly ever drink any kind of alcohol it seems. And if I do, will get pains in my stomach. Same Psychic also said I was onetime a Medicine Herbal Woman (Cherokee (?) -Appalachians) and drank something which resulted in my death.


Now was a white male which went to Alaska in the Alaskan Goldrush then later ended back up in San Francisco where I died in the earthquake and fires in 1906. But after this life, really wondered what use was this life for it seemed to me that I did not accomplish much. This is interesting that before I learned of this life thru a PL reading, I was really drawn to learning and reading All I could on the San Francisco Earthquake in 1906.


In Colonial America with in the Revolution with possibly dying at Bunker Hill (?). Had a dream once where I was a soldier in the Revolution walking down some road by myself with the battle behind me. And it came to me that the reason I was walking down the road by myself was because I had died in that battle. I have never been to the site of Bunker Hill but would love to visit.


In an PL Reading, a Bushman in Africa where I was taken down by a Lion.


In ancient Rome where I was a christian martyr very possibly during the time of Emperor Decius around 250 AD.
 
I'm actually not clear at all on how I might have died in any of my past lives. But I've often wondered if I might have been hung, or strangled, in the most recent of these past lives, because ever since I was a baby, I've had this very strange habit of ''messing around'' with my neck, or my throat to be exact. I know that sounds weird, but when I was growing up I always used to sit, and literally cover my throat with my hand, constantly massaging it with the fingers of my left hand. I'm left-handed, and that might have something to do with it, but I've never liked for my neck to remain uncovered for long periods of time, even when it's summer and hot outside. That thing I used to do to my throat when I was a kid was so noticeable that I was often made fun of it by family members, kids at school and teachers. It was a habit that I spent at least twelve years trying to break, but even though I successfully managed to break keeping my hands over my throat involuntarily, nowadays I often find myself doing things like that to my throat all over again. It's as though I'm feeling for something on my throat that shouldn't be there, but I have no idea as to why. My mom also used to tell me that even after I was born, until I learned how to use my hands to sort of shield my throat, I would constantly lay in my bed, or sit up, holding my head to the right side for hours at a time. This got so bad and noticeable that my mom took me to a doctor about it, and the doctor told her that if I didn't stop doing that I might somehow manage to injure my spine. I also have an intense fear of not being able to breathe, as well as a near-phobia of strangulation and hanging and thin ropes (but not thread), and I think this might have something to do with the habit I had involving my throat.
 
Oddzphish, actually I have some fond memories of my times here during the Roman Empire days for it was not this one lifetime but indeed several lifetimes I spent here during the days of the Roman Empire. I don't know many details. I did have one past life reading which did iluminate one of these past lives during the Roman Empire which was really good. But I do know that there was this one other life also where I was a Christian Martyr which I stated above.


Now as for myself, I have been attracted to anything dealing with the Roman Empire also and have been this way since little.
 
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