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purble-turble · 4 years ago

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Angst 14, "Can you shut up" for King Red attacking TT Red and trying to grab TT MK?

For the first time in his life, Red Son had really, actually been hoping he was having some sort of psychotic break. The reason being that, if he wasn't, it meant that what was happening in front of him was real. That would definitely be worse.

Maybe that desperate hope for it to be all in his head was the reason why he didn't dodge that first attack. If the fist had just gone straight through him, then he'd be able to just sigh in relief and turn right back around to head back to his therapist's office to extend today's session.

Sadly, that wasn't the case.

Red Son felt the fist and the pain that came along with the hit AND the pain of being blown straight through the wall of the building behind him, and he knew that it was real. The Demon King Red was really here in his timeline. He didn't know how, but he had a pretty good inkling as to why.

"Just as weak as before, I see." King Red had a wide smirk on his face as he casually approached the crater Red Son was pulling himself out of. "And to think, my darling MK is stuck with such a pathetic version of me... it's completely unacceptable. I'll just have to take him with me since you're clearly so incapable of protecting him."

Yup, there it was. All this alternate future Red ever thought about was kidnapping MK, and now he'd figured out a way to hop into this dimension and was going to try to steal his MK too. Well, Red Son wasn't about to just sit back and let that happen. He had nothing to say to his double, he just lit himself on fire and launched himself at the king. His first attack was easily dodged, the second as well. Then King Red decided to strike back, and Red Son was thrown backwards, skidding along the street, pain blooming across his face where he'd been struck.

He pulled himself to his feet immediately, not wanting to be caught off guard, and launched right back into another attack. He was not going to let this deranged version of himself get his hands on MK, not under any circumstances. He would protect MK; it was his responsibility. This monster was of his own making, so he had to be the one to stop him. He had to! If he could just defeat him here, if he just kept fighting and proved that he was stronger than this monster, then he could put an end to this, and MK would be safe... maybe even safe from him.

The fury with which Red Son attacked was impressive, but didn't seem to be doing the trick. Whenever he seemed to have the upper hand, like he could actually do some damage to King Red, the king just barely managed to slip away. Worse yet, he was really starting to take a beating. Each time he missed one of his punches, there was a counter-attack waiting for him in turn. After one too many hits like that, Red Son found his legs were suddenly too shaky to support him, and he fell to one knee. He wiped away some blood dripping off his chin and glared up at the king standing over him.

"Pathetic," King Red growled, matching Red Son's glare, "you want so badly to protect MK, but you can't even protect him from yourself now, can you?"

Before Red Son got a chance to growl out his own response to that, a hand thrust forward, wrapping around his neck and slamming his back into the ground with force enough to crack the pavement beneath him. The air was forced out of his lungs from the hit, and the hand constricted around his windpipe, cutting off his chance to breathe in more.

"Maybe I won't even take MK back to my dimension," the king mused as he continued to choke Red Son, "I could easily just pass myself off as you. In fact, he'd probably be glad to not have to deal with such a weak and miserable version."

Red Son continued to fight back as he spoke, trying desperately to throw him off all while struggling to not pass out from the lack of air.

"Oh, and you're such a useless copy of me that you haven't even tried to be rid of his poisonous friends, have you?" King Red's grip tightened painfully. "So it'll be so easy to be rid of them in this world. They'll never see it coming! And with both you and them gone, MK will be all mine! My darling and I will finally be happy!!!"

"Ugh! Can you SHUT UP?!"

At long last, the pressure bearing down on Red Son's neck was relieved, and he was able to breathe again. When the spots finally faded from his vision after a few seconds, he was able to make out the figure of MK standing over him, the staff in his hands and in a striking pose from where he'd just attacked the king to free him.

"You really think I wouldn't recognize if my boyfriend got replaced?!" he shouted, glaring at their opponent, "He's nothing like you. And he never will be!"

Red Son's first reaction was to be deeply touched by the words, but that was quickly overcome by his second and stronger reaction which was, of course, panic. Seeing MK in such close proximity to that monster was his absolute worst nightmare. He couldn't let the Demon King Red get his hands on MK! So, ignoring the screaming pain in his head and body, Red Son jumped to his feet in order to get between MK and King Red. The king was now pulling himself out of his own wall crater on the other side of the street, so they had a few moments before they would be accosted again.

"MK, get out of here!" Red Son commanded, "I'll hold him off, just go!"

"What?!" MK shouted, "You're outta your mind if you think I'm leaving you here!"

Red Son reached back blindly to put his hand on MK's shoulder, refusing to take his eyes off of King Red who was currently pulling himself to his feet, and tried to shove MK away to encourage him to go. "He's after you too, MK! If he gets his hands on you-"

"Stop that!" MK grabbed a hold of the wrist pushing him. With that grip he forced Red Son to turn and face him and his big brown eyes, sparkling with determination. He removed his hand from Red's wrist and instead used it to cup his boyfriend's face, "I'm not going anywhere. You're not alone in this; we can face him together! I'm here for you Red, hun."

He didn't get much of a chance to appreciate the kindness and love in MK's tone before they were interrupted by a scream of obvious jealousy from his dopplegangar. King Red was on his feet again, and the moment of affection between the two of them had clearly enraged him, because he launched himself at Red Son in a fury.

Red Son was still turned towards MK, so he didn't have time to properly dodge the attack. Luckily, before the flaming fist could land a blow on him, it was met instead with a hard metallic clang as MK blocked with his staff.

The demon king stumbled back suddenly with wide eyes, staring at MK with something like fear. Not fear of the noodle boy though.. fear that he had almost struck him. He was afraid of hurting MK as well. That was when Red Son realized that maybe this could work after all.

In that brief window where the king was distracted, Red Son ducked under MK's staff and thrust his own fist up, catching the king right in the chin and sending him flying back across the street again. He recovered quickly, though now looking bit more disheveled after taking two powerful hits in a row, but he didn't make another move right away. His eyes glanced back and forth between MK and Red Son a few more times, but then his vicious glare softened a bit to become more thoughtful.

"Well, if that's how this is going to go, I suppose I have no choice." The King's posture straightened, and he reached up into his sleeve. MK and Red Son braced themselves for whatever weapon he might be readying, but instead he revealed a small, elaborately made frog shaped toy. King Red twisted the wind up key on its back twice and the thing lit up with a bright blue glow, and a matching portal sprang to life right beside him.

"Don't count this as a win," he said, tucking the artifact away, "because this is far from over."

With that, the Demon King Red jumped through the portal. It closed behind him, and at last he was gone.

MK lowered his staff with a sigh and turned to Red Son, a clearly forced smile on his face, "Yikes... I was kind of hoping I wouldn't ever have to meet that guy, but I guess with all the time traveling and dimension hopping going on lately, it was bound to happen."

"Yeah..." Red Son didn't look up to meet MK's gaze, keeping it fixed firmly on the ground. He felt his legs shaking again. "I'm so sorry, MK." he mumbled.

Before he collapsed, which he was just on the verge of, he was pulled into a powerful hug. "It's not your fault!" MK insisted, squeezing him tight, "You're not him, remember? And we fought him off together. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Red Son found himself melting into the warm embrace. He was nearly overwhelmed by comfort and happiness as he felt the love from his Noodle Boy wash over him... accompanied of course by that familiar deep ache of fear in his heart; the desire to hold onto him forever, to have him and love him and be the only one to do so.

He hated King Red, but he had been right about one thing: this was far from over. It would never be over. Red Son would be fighting him off in one way or another for his whole life.

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smndragon · 3 years ago

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Times I felt like I saw into past lives (based on a conversation with @pxrplg)

This person actually brought up so many viewpoints and interesting topics that I enjoyed talking about! We discussed a lot related to past lives, theories on life paths/destiny, thoughts on world trends and popular beliefs and questioning. Overall it just really was refreshing. (Was supposed to do this 2 days ago)

I finished the conversation with @erophi who offered many ideas and insights into what past lives and reincarnation could be like to do with timelines. I'll have to discuss it in another post or here later.

My main question this post was why do we remember past lives? But seeing as that was simple and somewhat obvious the question for this post are lost. Things will be discussed on what exactly happens with past lives and timelines.

The conversation bellow involved topics involving death and suicidal mentions. Other then this time I will try and make it safe to read as much as I can.

FOR THE FIRST BIT IT'S VERY DIFFICULT SO I JUST LEFT THE FIRST LETTERS OF HARMFUL WORDS meaning you will have to leave bits to imagination.

Will possibly provide images later. in very quick sketches. May actually just post them at different times idk.

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CONVERSATION WITH ERO ↓

"I k someone, I k so much people.

I had to run away, the person I loved helped me get away. We’re in the car, I loved him so much. But he can never be with his family or friends ever again if we’re on the run. I can never face the people that loved me again for what I did. I knew in the dream my intentions were good but I was in a bad situation. We drove away, far away. But there were never a safe place to stay in, I was in so much pain. He was innocent, and did absolutely nothing wrong. If I were dead he would be free. Everything came crumbling down in despair. I’ll meet his soul again in a different dimension but this was one where we couldn’t be together. Everything was pointing to the decision of me k myself. I was hurting, I loved him in words I couldn’t even explain, like he was my forever soulmate, my twin flame but deeper. He loved me too, which Is why I knew he wouldn’t leave me to do this alone. At the end of the dream I made up my mind to e it, He was asleep, I was apologizing, crying, in tears, then I s myself."

- EXTRA INFORMATION

"I think some tarot readings had also consistently told me I had a pastor/prostitute situation.

I might have been the pastor but I have have also been the prostitute (I have no recollection of it though but it resonates).

I definitely felt like I wasn’t myself in that recollection, and with an overwhelming feeling of suicidal thoughts :,) I don’t get those either"

This came in a dream, believed to be around the late 70s to the 80s with clues of possible clothing and a car.

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A FRIEND I ALSO TALKED TO ↓

"Well, in my past life dream i got killed & i got throw from a high places and died of broken bones and here i have weak bones in this life."

From this also it could be that last lives come more in dreams than visions at times. This is only based from two people including myself. It may be that during sleep our souls connect deeper with the mind in their own resting time or that they just start to remember memories from the past that are signaled to our minds now by accident or purpose.

Only a theory for now. (Please I literally imagine myself with a fricking whiteboard and marker with charts and shit and🗿)

With this we now also bring in the theories on how past lives affect certain traumas and issues in the current life

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MY OWN EXPERIENCES ↓ (when nothing saves)

I first had my experience with it from what I can remember listening to a video on YouTube with Brian Weiss here.

Includes death during pregnancy, murder, violent stuff basically for this first one. (Sorry if that seems stupid to say)

"At first opening the door I think was involved in the video. I saw a girl and what I assume were her parents as a baby. They both had dark black hair I believe. From the clothes I believe it was the 70s or early 80s. She was just born a bit ago I think. When watching them I felt like I was just looking at a tv really."

With the timeline it's not possible she lived long really. I feel she may have d--- really young with the rest of her family or alone. (I actually just got a few ideas including a car accident possibly)

"The second time I went through the door, I saw a girl running in the rain. I saw what looked like a train or tracks for one, the ground was muddy and wet. She was going somewhere away from what seemed like a town or city of some sort. She stumbled a few times from the slick mud against her bare feet. The rain kept pouring, there was a cover or kind of hood she wore to keep from getting wet.

The first time she fell on the ground I saw her face was covered in dress and panic. Her lips were a cold pink, her hair was down or back with a brown color. Her hand looked freezing as she looked at the ground. You could see she was on the brink of tears. Tanned Caucasian skin. Some bracelets I think covered her wrists, a locket necklace around her neck from a possibile long gone lover. Possibly I feel died.

I only noticed she was pregnant when I heard a man yelling for her. The sound of his anger and footsteps. He wore a hat and something to cover himself too. She was on the ground until she heard his voice, trembling and getting up as fast as she could.

She didn't get far before you could hear a g------. It took a second before she fell slightly then at once. Slow I felt, her whole body now covered in mud and gunk from the mix in the sky. Her arms went to cradle her unborn child.

Blood covered the ground some bit, the man stood over her looking relieved to see her almost dead."

I don't think I was the kid but at first I felt I might've been. I more think I was the woman. I also thought the man was possibly a family member or a husband. He really may still be, she could've been impregnated by another man she really loved. Hence the locket.

I don't think she was scared of dying really. Her main plan was to escape and raise her child away and in a safe place, to give it some sort of chance. In the end that's all she wanted even after being s--- in the back. The both of us wished the kid could still somehow live on when she died, hoping she would give birth right then and there from the rush of it all.

Reasons I think that I'm actually her was because of the birthmark theory to death. I have a birthmark on my back right where she was shot. My traumas now include mostly having kids, one of my fears is not being able to have any. I always somehow end up caressing my stomach out of comfort (though many people do this). I've always wanted kids, possibly all this coming from her.

But then more questions come from many points. Was it all a dream I made up in my mind? Or was it real. I could do research but it may not even help because things get covered easily. Possible times I feel she may have loved is the late 19th century to the early 20th. Possibly in the U.K. or America. But from the looks of it all the first seemed more likely.

MY SECOND TIME REMEMBERING ↓

I had a dream at a family member's house possibly I think. This dream may have actually happened more than once.

"I woke up in a field of tall wheat colored grass, going almost at where I stood. I remember a big willow tree or large one of sorts. Next beyond the single tree was a house, with a white porch and an old rocking chair.

I remember possibly a girl or someone telling me not to go to the house. I agreed st first possibly. You could hear a train in the distance, the whistle of the engine. I ran to catch up or it stopped. I can't remember exactly. It was a red and black color, with gold metal railings and pieces. A man or someone helped me onboard unless I walked up myself. There were a few people there sitting on the seats of the train. One girl stuck out by calling me to her.

Her smile was sweet, and comforting. She had her strawberry blonde hair I think done up and we'll in a nice styled bun. She may have had glasses on or in her hand. Large for eyes with a brown or blue color, sometimes they looked red-gold. Her teeth were a nice shined color of white. A small petite form, and almost desk lady styled clothing. A nice skirt stopping at the knees with a pair of white or slightly darker than her skin pantyhose. A blush to her cheeks, her eyes were sincere and sweeter than her smile. A purse in her lap, heels on he feet, and manicured nails of some kind. I can't remember her name. Might've been something soft like Elizabeth, Peggy, Ana, or something of that sort. She held my hands while I partially sat down too. Never taking her eyes off me. We looked as if we were both on an evening ride somewhere or nowhere at all.

She told me about a house with a tree, and a man who was waiting for her there. The same exact one I'd seen and was told not to enter. She told me that he was waiting for her when she'd never come, that she needed me to tell him that she wouldn't be coming back. I asked her why not, she said she couldn't. She'd like to, but where she was going was far from seeing him again. That he blamed himself for her leaving or being gone. They may have had kids together. A sweet couple. She trusted me in telling him since it wasn't my time yet. We left with goodbyes, she whispered she believed I could do it and gave me one last smile before I got off back where we started.

I went to the house, the voice still telling me no. I stopped at the porch. My shoes standing out on the nice iced white color. I knocked on the door. Before just opening it. I can't remember sorry. All of a sudden things went crazy. Now I'm just remembering I woke up next to the tree really. I saw a man, on the rocking chair. He had African American skin and dark eyes. Sanpaku eyes maybe, they both seemed to have them. I remember seeing the ring on the woman's hand on his. He looked at it for a second, as if remembering her. The name spinning around his head. He then looked at me. Angry and bothered I'd stepped even on the soil around the house. The scowl and glare made me squirm under my skin. She looked around his early 30s to late. A lazily buttoned up shirt and pants. It seemed he was wearing the very same clothes she left him in. I went to ask his name but he was spitting for me to leave before I could do anything. I can't remember much from then.

I was back at the house I slept in, a tornado going on somewhere. Everyone in the house was panicking glancing and staring at what was happening outside. I felt panic getting up from the couch I slept on. The windows of the house seemed as if they'd burst and cut us all at any moment. Things banging and hitting the glass and walls. The man was doing this. That's all I knew, he was causing the sounds and banging and even the tornado.

The house came from the winds and he stood on the porch. Really it felt he became a part of it. I understood him then. His yelling at me and my family for going on his property. He was angry, that was undeniable. But it wasn't at us completely, or me. He felt pained, pained his lover never came back to him. Pained he'd lost her to something he felt was his fault. The train that took her away was any normal one. It was taking her ghost away. Her soul from it's place on this earth. Waiting for years for her to come back. Soon enough 40 had passed. His family lost their father to grief. I still can't remember fully if there were any kids. But there was a girl grown up. Talking to him as he just sat on that very chair. Never leaving. He stared off as if he was distantly waiting for the sound of the train. For any sign shed be coming back and that she wasn't gone. He denied any chance that she wasn't. He let his life rot away sitting there, time and time again he'd go inside disappointed, waking up thinking 'she'll come back today.'

I went outside to talk to him again. His glare never left though, making to to the steps I looked into his eyes as if that was the last time. "I'm sorry." My words brought the look of a familiar denial to his face. Taking his hand and placing something in them. (Hard to remember) Tears came to his eyes, clutching the band with all he could. I told him she loved him, and she didn't wish to leave then. That she wanted to spend all her life with him. (Stop I'm actually close to crying for some reason) Her time had ended, all she wanted was for him to love his life happier. To find someone else and spend his life her as if she'd never existed really. I remember touching his face or his shoulder. Breaking down he just stayed there. Then the storm all at once calmed, he looked at me a final time as if saying thank you. Before I knew it, he was gone, the house and everything with him.

The final part of the dream probably left me closer to tears though. I was back in the tall grass. Looking at him sitting back on that single chair. The house looked cleaner and new. His clothes nicely styled and ready to see someone. You could hear the whistle of that same transportation. The heel of the woman coming down and stepping off. He stood from where he sat with the happiest smile ever, his eyes held a bright shine when she came around. She smiled herself, her whole expression became pure glee running up to him as he walked down the steps of the home. He looked as if it was bizarre to see. With arms open wide she ran and jumped into them. Spinning her around like a classic romance for a few seconds. They both were close to bawling from the joy of reuniting. children came from outside the house calling their parents to come inside. She went to hold his face before getting down. Years went by again, but they were happier times. The long green bits of the old giant tree went with the wind. Sunny and bright as ever."

The timing I felt of this life was maybe around the 40s or 50s. I can't remember if I was the woman or the man.

From the train I think she may have died in an accident of some sort going to work or some place. They lived far out from the town or city.

Possible truama from that life and the first I saw with the family may be transportation. I've always felt kinda weary going somewhere in any kind. But then again a lot of people do right?

If that was a life then we have to wonder how? Why do I have the birthmark from the one set in a time before? It could be possible that timelines don't exactly matter in lives? Or maybe it's because the blonde woman or the man also had the birthmark? Even then if this was really how things were then wouldn't more people have all kinds of birthmarks if they lived a lot? There's a lot of things to wonder here.

MOST RECENT REMEMBERING ↓

This one was fairly short really, it was only a few minutes of the characters.

It happened at home sleeping like the one before.

"There was a girl and a boy in this one. They first started off in a hedge bush garden. The bushes were tall and wide. There may have been another tree and a stone bench or small half circle clearing.

The girl had long light brown hair, it went to her waist. I remember the guy always talked on how she would look appropriate and fix her hair. Her eyes were somewhat big with honey brown eyes and possible dimples. Her skin was a soft white. Her checks like many others had a tint of pink to them. Her lips following in a nice shade. She seemed around 5'4 to 5'5, a dress of white when they hung out. I feel she only really showed this side to him. No shoes were on her feet, the dirt from the garden showing on them. Her nails were a big long but not much.

The boy had blonde or brown also, maybe a very light shade. He was maybe 5'6 or an inch taller. Not as neat hair but somewhat. It may have been pretty short. His eyes were a brown, blue, or green. Tanned skin and a few scratches on his face or hands. His clothes were also pretty simple. She would be on the hedge in plain sight and he'd have to pull her down with a bothered look. I remember she called him by a name that he always hated. Possibly a nickname or his first name.

I believe they'd been friends for a long time, maybe even grew up together. She and him both have of aristocrats or some blood of important people. They may have been in their teens or early twenties. The name she said may have been "Eli" or "Tom" short for Thomas or Elijah. Based on times one of them has to be wrong. He sometimes wore more appropriate and nicer clothing, but it may have really been undergarments too. They'd explore the grounds and wherever they were often at night or during the day. Might have been her home.

Sitting in the library he would show her books and read to her. She always had a glint of curiosity in her eyes. I feel he loved that about her deep down. They seemed as if they were made for each other since birth. They'd gotten used to each other by then."

That's all the dream really then. I feel they may have been betrothed or married. From the times of then it's possible. It may have been around the early 18th century from the clothing. I don't know the origin place though.

I don't know what happened to them at all, I remember wishing for a dream of a lover. To remember even the smallest thing of s past I was alive. So I guess my gods and patrons gifted me then. I felt I was the girl.

then that's all really before we discuss possible reasons behind the birthmark and how past lives fit into time lines.

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Alright I actually realized something after writing all my lives.

If I have a birthmark from when I died in the early 1900s? And had two lives after the. How do I have the birthmark now?

I talked to Ero on this and Medusa so we're figuring not out now.

TIMELINES OF EACH LIFE:

Most recent time: 1710s-1720s

Elizabeth and the man: 1950s-1960s

Pregnant woman: 1890s-1810

Little girl: 1980s-1980s

WHAT THEY ALL HAVE IN COMMON:

3 of them died young from what I feel maybe even the 18th century lovers died young or one of them did

3 of them also died in transportation, car crash, train crash possibly, and near a train getting off maybe (goes with my sanpaku eyes theory we'll talk about later)

All had sanpaku eyes also (me included)

3 of them were based around some kind of love.

The sanpaku eyes theory goes with a post HERE by @d4rkpluto (not tagging to not bother)

Somewhere it may have said transportation has something to do with Jupiter or Sagittarius. The ladder is pretty prominent in my chart.

Connecting all my lives with the 2nd similarity. Also my fear with transportation possibly

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The next question is how do I have the birthmark from the pregnant woman's death if she wasn't my most recent life? There's the timeline possiblity which makes no sense, and many more things here.

I had a conversation with Ero on possible things to do with timelines.

Many people believe a timeline is not a straight line, it goes in many directions and branches off. To this I asked Ero if possibly we can be born in any time period?

Even I knew that was a stupid question, how could that be? History and now would change then without us even knowing. Whole families could be coming into existence then out of nowhere. I started wondering on the Mandela effect.

"The Mandela effect occurs when a person believes that their distorted memories are, in fact, accurate recollections. They can clearly remember events that happened differently or events that never occurred at all.

The bottom line is that the Mandela effect does not involve lying or deception. Instead, it occurs when a person or a group of people have clear but false memories." - Posted from this site (brief research)

-- the theory here is that it's possible that we remember things like this from the changes of people being born in history who change these things slightly or could even cause this, not wholly but are able to.

Still it makes no sense much. Ero offered a look into this saying time lived in different planes of existence. Meaning we can't just go back because our world doesn't do that where it sits. Even if you went into space far enough to see dinosaurs, this adds onto that because you aren't on Earth. You're outside of our plane I believe. (Trying to make sense of it all)

By then the theory was almost completely dropped.

"Then they brought up an instance quoted bellow through messages.

One another thing that I remembered seeing about past lives

Was that this persons soul fragmented? they were still tied to the life that ‘fragment’ is living but it was harming them in their current life

So they had to cut ties with that fragment and no longer be the same soul

Sounds like a twinflame thing but they didn’t mention it like that"

We then discussed ways that this could be

I said it's possible that this person in the life in history possibly went through a near death experience.

HOW? Imagine time became a river with branches of water routes and little cracks. By the bank of it lives outside of time, the bank of the river. Or whatever it's called. During whatever happened that caused them to be in the predicament they lost a piece of their soul or s fragment by the rush or panic sent through the body.

The soul during that time period lost the fragment somehow in the river of time. Since time moves pretty fast, they couldn't get it back because they couldn't stray too far from their own time period and also only had a limited amount of time before being brought back.

From the rush of the water and how fast the piece went the soul couldn't catch up and it ended up falling into a part of time that was long after. It went through the possible process of the afterlife and reincarnating and ended up being born making her.

I believe we both agreed that was a possibility.

That brings back a theory of how timelines could live at once though. Whirl everything is happening in the same time but can never interact. Is it still possible?

That's the end of the discussion

My next question on my side we talked about. Was how is it I have the birthmark from the murdered woman if that wasn't my last? (We keep getting back here)

Ero said that the ways thing work doesn't mean its impossible. Meaning it could be that all my lifetimes after we're affected by it or one of them healed that would. Was murder the wound though? Or was it something to do with the unborn child? It's it could be both really. Maybe the 50s woman somehow healed those soul wounds.

But then why do I have it now? Possibly from a wound from the little girl, but then the question is again how? To that question there is no answer I have other than a wound I don't know about.

If we did take wounds from traumatic deaths, then wouldn't many of us be covered in birthmarks of all kinds for those who have lived many lives and possibly died terribly In a few? For 3 of mine the deaths were terrible.

So I should have more birthmarks right? Maybe it's just random with lifetimes and doesn't mean the most current?

Then I went to beauty marks and moles. But then it still wouldn't make much sense because they're small really. But it could be believed that they have something to do with deaths.

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That's where we have to leave it for now, there's simply no way to figure more out yet until I do more research. I want to post this later so we have to cut it short for time management.

Medusa offered another past life regression try, so I'll be back with the results. Sketches will be quick. Okay I had a snack before starting but like really NOTHING HERE MAKES SENSE!?? Alright I'm gonna get the video up now cya for real.

Upon doing it. I found nothing.

I started research into possible records of deaths from what I saw. This is gonna be a long night. But here are some links do far that I just looked up:

DON'T TRUST EVERY SITE THIS WAS JUST VERY BASIC LOOKING

List of rail accidents in the 50s (I looked into 59 cause I felt something there)

That's basically all since I have to look more for anything else on the other lives.

Posting now I'll be back with pictures.

#past lives #spotify #past life #questions #Spotify

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blahallic · 5 years ago

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I have to start a new memo because the other one is too long and the app keeps freezing. Well it's as though Marci and Marci fucking get at me and it seems like i'd probably have gone back to my kingdom if I had the choice. I wish I would have thought about egyptians being outside of themselves and shit. It really does fucking suck that it's this way. I waited for ya. I waited for ya. But now I don't. You didn't see it. I didn't see it. I didn't see it but now I do. I'll play your game. I'll play your game. No.

Get on your horse and be gone. I will not wait up for you anymore so you can ask me if something is wrong.

I remember being 17 and how I started being bi. Like, that shit was so fucking confusing to me. I did not want to like boys. When he comes out it's not a surprise. When he finds out the truths on his side.

Evil grounds. No, but i'm already there. Every night. What the hell happens when you arrive? I kind of dig this not having a job bullshit and just sleeping all I fucking want. It's such a good thing that the place I was working shut down like my Mustang. I wasn't into it at all. I can kinda be into working at Cheddars. Like, it's something to fucking do because i'm making money. I could deal with working at that place. Being in the lower dimensions and all. I guess I have to get used to having roommates and what not. It's just like a living room and a kitchen with 4 rooms. I just keep to myself really. It's like ratchet to me. I dunno. Sucks that i'm here for the next year. I'll be fine though. I'm glad my phone isn't freezing anymore. Close the door, not all the way. We don't understand, we don't understand. So don't you want to remind me, I don't know a thing. Can I stand in your light just for a while? Watching you. Watson you. Emma is like the cutest girl there ever was. Same with Luna. I have always loved Emma. I should have known that liking someone that much kinda means you can see them. I had it out for her for the longest time. She was always around when my cancer first started. I would talk and sing to her a bunch. Can I stand in your light just for a while? Watson you. Watson you. I miss my BMW. I wish I could have figured out how to keep it and have driven to dad's car in it. Dunno how that would work or how I would have had the capacity to find the place. Probabaly not. I would have to just find myself there. I was just sitting upstairs on the computer or whatever. As far as I remember. Emma was in a black dress on my dashboard. It was quite appropriate. Like, it matched dad and his appearance. It showed up in my hood too. I remember eating McDonalds and paddle shifting or whatever. That only happened once. I wonder how much Cole was into his paddles. I remember there being a blk too. And finding all that cash and a pair of Bans was also sweet. I was like asking people for gas when my glovebox had cash in it the whole time. Kinda weird.

Decide my past. Define my life. Don't ask questions cause I don't know why. I really don't get all of this fucking trouble bullshit. It doesn't really make any sense. It has me wanting my sun like desperately. I could use that and shit. Like, a lot. Even though it's not permenant. God this fucking sucks. I want to be able to chill with pyri on with my fucking people. I can't stand any of them though so no thanks. And to top it off I might not like pyramids? Because I lost a folds contest. Whatever that fucking means. I wish black and orange had my back. I mean, they were kinda at my funeral. I don't get how you notice a ring in my hair but not that I needed a sun. You were kinda a strange string too. Like, your string was strange. You looked strange and that's just what I fucking got from that shit. I wanted you making out with your friend and you failed to notice that too. I wish I would have had the capacity to just tell you or your leader that I need dad's car back and that someone needs to harp airport. So Julian was Todd and I get off on that like a lot. Juliet was Todd's girl.

Alice was fucking spout when she was about for me with Taylor. Shutter making is where it's at to me. I hope I feel like this until I catch some shuteye. I want to beat Ocorana Of Time in Cara's apartment. Again, this blows. It's just that if it's generalized and if people fucking talk and get with it then I want some attention from someone. Like to actually talk to someone about what is going on would help me out a lot. I still don't understand much of this. Playing ellipsis machine over Sonny Moore would be crazy too. Is Nik crazy? Yeaaahhh. Terror shadows. The barrier between who I am and who I want to be. Note to self, I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tradgedy. Come back to, come back to me, to me. And i'm sick of this scene. I need a break from you tank. I can feel my mind wandering again. And to where I don't know. Will I ever get home. Two roads, split up from here. And my life goes running. Who I am and who I want to be. Hurts blood. I feel so close and yet i'm yet so far. Hurts blood. I feel so close, and yet i'm yet so far!

I miss BMW days. Like having cash, dressing fucking nice and having a cool watch and a grip of jewel. I liked my box of cds. That car was quick too. I outran a cop on accident. Nothing I would ever be capable of doing on purpose. Just a coincidence I guess. What I thought was a certainty. Has left me. Spinning in circles again. It seems to me that you're not happy. Like you used to be. And now there's more green eggs and you'll never ever go away. And now there's more green eggs and you'll never ever go away. Is buried by my rusty eye and I can't see. No I can't breathe.

So I wonder why my dad doesn't see that i'm someone that gets married. I would never choose to be single here. That's why this fucking sucks. Like, hard. Wish I could just jump back to my dimension change. Never and not even really something to think about. I wonder what shorts is up to. And I wonder how The Curry Campbell is. Tut and I discussed The Curry Campbell. This paper into fire. Into fire. Into this fire. Yeah! This paper, into fire. And throw me with it, just throw me with it. I wish I could go to the club. Last time I was there I almost spent $100. I wanna dance with a girl. I remember a girl that was my sister in cancer world gave me a beaded bracelet that said dance. I kept it for some time. I had it with me when I took off in dad's car. I wanted to see Tyler too. Cole said he smoked him out with some fire. What a meet that could have been. Weaving The Values.

Sailing alone around the room. With no direction to go. Sailing alone around the room. Sailing alone around the room! I am not sex here. And I guess I can get off some on that simple fact. I don't like that Lesley up and yelled at my ass. Not your fucking place bitch. Why'd you fucking apologize? You didn't bleed on my shirt fuck. I wouldn't have really slept with you unless it was Hallowed either. Anyway...I should have fought for sorry ass boyfriend Lesley.

My phone is rather close to dying. It's kind of a piece of shit. Like a picchan boy would say. I'm glad that that kid had my back like he did. Dunno. That really means a lot to me. And I guess I wish I had had the dimension to answer your question Ciara. It didn't work that way though and it's no reason to put someone off. Especially after what those people got at me with. Sorry, but that shit wouldn't have done anything. Too fucking evil. I guess you can choke on it. Or whatever. The whole friend bit with Nolan. I don't understand what that was. Like, cancer or something. Who knows what that was. I know I don't. With no direction to go. So keep me alive. So keep me alive.

I wonder what else there is. Cancer pyri and whatnot. I like my parking garage mask. And I liked gaining ounce with Kyle turned on by mask. I also like that Sam caught me a worm. And I really liked her kisses. I remember kissing you and stuff. And taking you into a garage with a car parked in it for us to have our way with eachother. I need out of all of this. That'd be fucking crazy. I wish my phone wasn't gay. I want a One. And fucking torrent. I need a Playstation Plus account so that I can COD myself. I miss Madi. I want to see you. You dig Halloween like I do. I wonder if we ate food together. Probably not. I doubt I ordered your ass a pizza. Wonder how I even got your number. I mean Cara wouldn't really have given it to me. I wonder if there was a squirtle in Cara's apartment. Like in 2D or something. And I wonder what Pokemon I would have chosen for my rearview mirror. I wish I knew. I mean if there was a Squirtle that's probably what I would have got. There wouldn't have been sunglasses though and this i'm sure of. I want a Pocket Monster card collection like Cole. He had decks to play the Pokemon Trading Card game with Cara. There's an astral of that and shit. There's another one of me proposing and of us getting married. It's weird that you would have only liked me half as much as all of the other girls until marraige. Kinda goes with your brat bit. And how you were into that shit. A remour. Like, cutting underneath heed is not something to do to me. It just doesn't make any sense. Like, at all. Kind of puts me up to what everyone else is doing. Bleeding here. I guess just one cut is what i'm into right now. I need a fucking COD habit. Like, a lot. Rather fucking badly. That's kind of a gash below my wrist. I'm kind of writing while bleeding. What kind of an asshole drives a lotus anyway? I used to call out at every Audi I ever saw a lotus. I remember those days. Comedown Machine sure has been out for a while. I'll be born again. Eli's on the phone. He cheats his clone. You'll never believe me until you're on your own.

I can dig that I picked up an ice habit. It really is something to do to me. I like it, just not a lot. I want my pyri shut down. This is stupid. I feel like if an egyptian were to time travel. Like just a joe or something. That they would get with everyone else and disregard my ass as their king and what not. Whatever. That's not really a cool thing to realize and such. Marci isn't around anymore. She took off. Scardy cat. Again, whatever. So it's cool that humans bring back dinosaurs. And it's strange how a meteor took them out when humans were about back then. It's kinda hard to believe that it was a meteor and such for some reason. It's also neat that i'm stamped with Gemini. It's cool that Emma would have noticed. And how it would have been something that doesn't exist yet with it still being tattooed on my wrist. Cara would have noticed the snake in my hair. I wish I still had my dreads. I liked that look. It seemed that there wasn't anything else to do with it. I guess i'll deal with just having long hair. Like in the picture that's in Cara's soul. Whatever. A head shave is also kinda below this bullshit. I don't know how I was supposed to meet Cara and Ezra like that. Or how I was to fucking part with my hair gone either. I have a pair of Oakley's from the last car that I stole. I kinda like them and stuff. They're a bit neat. I'm like off my icee but it's still a bit linger. That was like Curry and I's song. Linger, that is. Harlequin is such the place to miss. Like, a lot. It's cool that there's just a field, a plane, and a fold. And that that's what took me to airplane mode. I wish someone would have helped my ass out with that shit. Even before I was arrested. I mean, I needed a sun. I needed a way out of town. Even though I thought I was to marry Ciara already. Can't really believe that's what I was doing. Doesn't really make a terrible amount of sense. Backup plan unsuccess. Unfortunately. This blows some more. Yes, if you insist. Okay. A doorbell. Tonight. Might need a lawyer. Next up the oldies, where there's a forest, we don't belong. It's going to be strange being sex and finding out how I was born here. I'm sure it's not going to be that great for me. I mean, I get that i'm into loosing twice. And because i'm into it, I don't want my mind changing. So I hope it doesn't.

I wish I could play Partners In Crime with Island Girl. Maybe with my BMW instead of the Mazda. And maybe I could give her the first issue spidy com. Like, as a gift of sorts for us wanting to hold hands per deum. I love you Alice. If only we could have found dad's car together. And maybe we could have just married eachother instead of me playing Harlequin. Like, a Mustang with you and an apartment. That would be cool. I'd have a legal BMW to drive around too. If we could just fuck off in El Paso all the time. Like, going out to eat and maybe clubs. Or whatever else there is to do? Miniature golf? I would definitely be up for Partners In Crime Island Girl. And to me, we should have seen one another. You would have loved me Alice. Like, a lot and stuff. I mean, it's kind of crazy how much you and every other girl would have liked me. I like adore you girl.

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