warriorheart
New Member
Hi all,
I'm brand new to the forum, because I realized I needed to seek out some help from folks who wouldn't think I was coo-coo for Coco Puffs for what I'm going through. Here's my deal:
I've had spontaneous flashbacks to about 7 or 8 past lives, most of which involved being a soldier/warrior of some sort; pretty much all of them involve some serious trauma: being betrayed and killed; being captured and tortured for information (which I did not give); being raped and murdered (one of my very early and very few female lives, besides this one--part of the reason I've always felt more at home being male); and numerous other gory battlefield flashbacks and impressions.
The problem is, I'm a reiki healer who receives intuitive information in a deeply somatic and empathic way. What that means for me is that when I have visions of my past lives, I don't just see it or receive info; I'm basically dropped down into a specific memory and RELIVE IT, with all the horror, blood, pain, rage, etc. It happens like this (the last one, for instance): I'm in the kitchen, when all of a sudden, I'm dropped to my knees, and find myself in a battlefield, looking at the metal breastplate of my fallen brother/best friend. I reach out and grab it with blood-covered hands and pull him against my breastplate, I am screaming and crying in wild grief, rocking and cradling him in my arms; I'm cursing God for taking him, and realizing that no war, no cause is ever worth this. It is raining, I can feel, not see dead bodies littered around us, the ground beneath me is slick with gore and viscera; I can even--really seriously--*smell* blood. With my physical nostrils (this one makes me feel especially crazy). Then I am looking, again, at the blood on my hands, realizing the death and destruction I've caused, and crying out to God, now, for forgiveness, weeping and rocking with my face in my bloodied hands. And then it's gone and I'm in my kitchen again with tears streaming down my face, and I get a few breaths before I am gripped by it again, and it runs through the same exact loop maybe a few times until it's done with me.
After these kinds of sessions, I feel emotionally and physically numb and drained, and haunted by the horrors of war I have just re-experienced. It feels like PTSD, and has had long-lasting effects into the rest of my life, especially in the last few months. I feel the grief and judgment of myself in that life, that I am a murderer, no better than a common cutthroat, that my actions are unforgiveable, and this feeling echoes into even darker places in my past that my guides don't let me see/experience directly, but that I feel in my guts. I feel it all like a grey cloud hanging over me.
I realize that throughout time, we've all been 'sinners and saints', responsible for reprehensible acts, as well as selfless ones. I also realize that these lives made me dedicated to embodying warrior principles in more peaceful ways--as a martial arts teacher today, as a vegetarian who gets faint at the sight of blood, and as a healer dedicated to preserving life, not taking it. However, experiencing these traumas first-hand (again) has been shattering for me, and I'm having a really hard time reconciling the self I know with the deep, dark shadow impressions and memories of who I once was.
Does anyone experience their recall with this kind of intensity? If so, how do you deal with the after-effects? Any other warriors have advice to offer in dealing with vivid, visceral memories of death and destruction? Ideas on how to work through it, and find compassion and forgiveness for myself and others? Other ways your warrior past affects your current life? I'll be glad to share any information on my process that might be of use to others, and hope to hear from anyone who resonates with anything I'm going through. Sorry if my descriptions have been grim or graphic, and thanks in advance for any help, or just for reading this all the way through! BTW, I did read through any similar posts I could find back to 2010, but nothing was quite what I needed.
I'm brand new to the forum, because I realized I needed to seek out some help from folks who wouldn't think I was coo-coo for Coco Puffs for what I'm going through. Here's my deal:
I've had spontaneous flashbacks to about 7 or 8 past lives, most of which involved being a soldier/warrior of some sort; pretty much all of them involve some serious trauma: being betrayed and killed; being captured and tortured for information (which I did not give); being raped and murdered (one of my very early and very few female lives, besides this one--part of the reason I've always felt more at home being male); and numerous other gory battlefield flashbacks and impressions.
The problem is, I'm a reiki healer who receives intuitive information in a deeply somatic and empathic way. What that means for me is that when I have visions of my past lives, I don't just see it or receive info; I'm basically dropped down into a specific memory and RELIVE IT, with all the horror, blood, pain, rage, etc. It happens like this (the last one, for instance): I'm in the kitchen, when all of a sudden, I'm dropped to my knees, and find myself in a battlefield, looking at the metal breastplate of my fallen brother/best friend. I reach out and grab it with blood-covered hands and pull him against my breastplate, I am screaming and crying in wild grief, rocking and cradling him in my arms; I'm cursing God for taking him, and realizing that no war, no cause is ever worth this. It is raining, I can feel, not see dead bodies littered around us, the ground beneath me is slick with gore and viscera; I can even--really seriously--*smell* blood. With my physical nostrils (this one makes me feel especially crazy). Then I am looking, again, at the blood on my hands, realizing the death and destruction I've caused, and crying out to God, now, for forgiveness, weeping and rocking with my face in my bloodied hands. And then it's gone and I'm in my kitchen again with tears streaming down my face, and I get a few breaths before I am gripped by it again, and it runs through the same exact loop maybe a few times until it's done with me.
After these kinds of sessions, I feel emotionally and physically numb and drained, and haunted by the horrors of war I have just re-experienced. It feels like PTSD, and has had long-lasting effects into the rest of my life, especially in the last few months. I feel the grief and judgment of myself in that life, that I am a murderer, no better than a common cutthroat, that my actions are unforgiveable, and this feeling echoes into even darker places in my past that my guides don't let me see/experience directly, but that I feel in my guts. I feel it all like a grey cloud hanging over me.
I realize that throughout time, we've all been 'sinners and saints', responsible for reprehensible acts, as well as selfless ones. I also realize that these lives made me dedicated to embodying warrior principles in more peaceful ways--as a martial arts teacher today, as a vegetarian who gets faint at the sight of blood, and as a healer dedicated to preserving life, not taking it. However, experiencing these traumas first-hand (again) has been shattering for me, and I'm having a really hard time reconciling the self I know with the deep, dark shadow impressions and memories of who I once was.
Does anyone experience their recall with this kind of intensity? If so, how do you deal with the after-effects? Any other warriors have advice to offer in dealing with vivid, visceral memories of death and destruction? Ideas on how to work through it, and find compassion and forgiveness for myself and others? Other ways your warrior past affects your current life? I'll be glad to share any information on my process that might be of use to others, and hope to hear from anyone who resonates with anything I'm going through. Sorry if my descriptions have been grim or graphic, and thanks in advance for any help, or just for reading this all the way through! BTW, I did read through any similar posts I could find back to 2010, but nothing was quite what I needed.