#past life memories

[a-dragons-journal]

Forgot to record this day-of, but had a very abrupt memory unlock the other day - I've been having my lunches down by the river near my work basically daily, and I had a moment of wishing nothing more than to slide into the water and swim around for a bit under the surface, then got an extremely abrupt memory of doing exactly that in dragon form, with almost perfectly clear underwater vision (though the water itself was relatively green and murky, as rivers often are). Snapped out of it and suddenly had a phantom second set of eyelids, which I've kind of experienced before but wasn't certain if they were "real" or just cameos.

I guess that's confirmation that I did have a second set of transparent eyelids that function as water lids, though! Probably mostly they're for flight and high-wind/rain purposes, but still interesting to see.

[wanderingcritter]

Hey just wanted to come out and say real quick that I think I've confirmed a new kintype. It actually falls under a whole new category of alterhumanity that I've never been in before.

I am Post Apocalyptic Survivor Conceptkin

Trying to figure this out was... certainly a challenge. Quite honestly I'm still not 1000% sure that is exactly what I'm experiencing, but for the time being it feels right.

This is an identity that is very deeply rooted in my sense of self and is a very personal experience. I struggle to even properly explain what this identity feels like, as there aren't really words in the english language (or any other language that I'm aware of) to describe the extremely abstract thoughts and emotions that come with it. The best way I can describe it is it just feels like something that's intertwined with the essence of my being, like I can just sense it all around me in the most subtle ways. I believe it's spiritual in nature, maybe stemming from a past (or future??) life. I think I have some vague memories of it, but it's hard to say because they don't feel like memories from a specific individual, hence why I use the conceptkin label. It's something I've sorta always felt with me, lingering in the background, dropping hints that there's something much bigger than myself out there. But it's grown more and more prevalent in my life as Ive gotten older, usually making itself most apparent in the spring and summer time. It's difficult to define, everytime I try to focus on it and make out any specifics it squirms out of my reach, like trying to remember a hazy dream from the previous night. Sometimes I'll see or hear something that strikes something familiar in me and I'll know Ive found another small piece to the puzzle, but I greatly struggle to make rational sense of it. But there are a few things I think I know for sure about it. Here are some things that remind of and make me feel more connected to it.

☣️🌿• TV Shows/Movies: Kipo and The Age of the Wonderbeasts, Ghostbusters II: Frozen Empire, I Am Legend, Love Death and Robots

☣️🌿• Video Games: The Last of Us

☣️🌿• Books: The 5th Wave

☣️🌿• Music: ACHE by emawk, Tumblr Girls (Christoph Andersson Remix Sped Up) by G-Eazy, Lady Killers II (Slowed Remix) by G-Eazy, Resonance (Sped Up) by Home

☣️🌿• Pics:

I don't see many other conceptkins around so if you're out there hiiiii :3 I'd love to be friends and hear about your experiences! Maybe it will help me to make sense of my own in some way. Also feel free to ask me any questions about it! ^^ I'd love to answer them and it'd probably be helpful for me to try learning to verbally express some of the things I experience lol, thank uuuu <3

[sunanthrope]

I personally believe in past lives, but I don't consider myself to be a spiritual therian

that being said. I had this dream that I still remember. very vivid, a recurring dream. I'm not sure if it was a past life memory or just a wish, just something part of my subconscious wants to have been.

Dream below cut, taken from multiple excerpts of pages of my dream journals:

I was a military dog. Extremely old, at the end of my rope. My handler was a vet too, and we retired together. An old man.

He took me to Christmas to meet his grandkids. I lied on the rug by the Christmas tree, in front of the fireplace. I could see my paws. The rug smelled like wine and pumpkin pie from Thanksgiving. My handler's grandchildren sat around me, petting me, while the adults talked. Scraps of wrapping paper lie around me, reflecting the light of the flames in the mantle. I sniffed one of those papers. It smelled like fruitcake on the fingers of little children.

I had never met these people, but they were home. I felt safe. I remember that, I felt safe. I felt proud, like I had done good in my life. Like I was a dog who truly lived up to the name of man's best friend.

I knew it was time, and I was okay with that. Somehow, someone noticed. I remember someone saying something about how it would be their luck to have a dog die on their carpet on Christmas. I couldn't be bothered. I don't think anyone liked that aunt anyway. She smelled rude.

One of the little girls started crying. I licked her hand while my handler went and got me a bowl of water. It was made of porcelain. The paintings on it still vary, but usually they're flowers, or some kind of Thanksgiving decorations. I drank the water while my handler explained to the children.

"Don't be sad," he said, "Chief is going to a better place. Maybe he'll come back as another living being."

Chief. In every version of this dream, it's always Chief. My name. My ears still perk when I hear it, even though I'm half deaf and going blind. The flames flicker. I finish drinking my water. The bowl still has some left in the bottom, but I'm not thirsty. I'm just tired.

The crying little girl hugs me around the neck. Maybe if I was a younger dog, I would have growled at her. But now, it's a welcome affection. Sometimes her name is Allie. Sometimes it's Anna. Always, she has pigtails.

My handler comes and sits beside me on the rug. He is an old man, and it will be hard for him to stand back up, but I'm not sure he minds. He smiles at me, but he smells sad.

I lie my head in his lap. As I close my eyes, he takes my paw into his hand.

When I open my eyes again, my hand is empty.

[the-fire-within0]

I wonder, has anyone had any past life experiences? Frequent visions and memories popping up, seeing how you look physically, your occupation, a general idea of the time and period, and what occurred? I've been trying to trance down a couple since I held some very vivid memories/visions when I was young but I have been trying my best to find any historical associations, or archeological findings for certain locations of what I know. On top of that, some photos or particular objects that may dictate a specific time or place.

So far, I’m only aware of a few past lives, or at least the ones that have been brought to my attention. It might sound a little de-lulu, but I’m genuinely curious about others' experiences with past lives. If anyone has stories, insights, or opinions on the topic, I’d love to hear them. What are your thoughts on past life experiences, and what have you learned about them?

[legendsoffandoms]

So I just hit with a bad memory from Onyx :(

(my fallen angel kin)

I saw this TikTok of an angel with a specific audio, and it just triggered something.

It’s still fuzzy cause all of my memories are, but:

It was this angel (or deity maybe), telling me that they were glad I was done pretending to be a sinner and that they were glad I was coming home. I told them I wasn’t, and they continued to ignore me as they insisted I wasn’t pretending anymore and I was coming home.

Bit blurry, but then I remember I got through to them and there was a lot of screaming and crying. And then they left.

I don’t remember how long it took to get them to realize I wasn’t going back, or what words were said exactly.

:( I don’t think I like this memory

[backwoodsbarking]

I am mothmankin. Mothman is such a deep part of me, but i fully believe there are many mothmen. In my mind and memories, mothmen are small in number, likely only 40,000 alive. But we are strong and social. I hold so many beautiful memories and experiences from this life. And i would like to talk about it.

I was Minya, a mothman. I had two loving parents who raised me somewhat traditionally to our culture; parents raising their offspring as a group, called a familyhood, though ours was a bit more gentle than others. Our familyhood was very close, the young and old had their friendgroups, usually interweaving.

I knew my mate from birth. We grew up together, he was the largest of us kids, but also the kindest, most helpful, and (imo) prettiest. Corvak and I had a pretty problemless relationship, though our relationship was pretty non-traditional. We, unlike most mothmen, were nearly mutually exclusive. Most mothmen are completely polyamorous, but we always fell back to each other, not taking other partners for 4+ months at a time.

We never had kids. I died pretty young, like 34 in a human lifetime. We never got around to it before that.

I dont really know what else to talk about. There's so much good and so much bad and i dont know where to begin talking about all of it.

[creature-wizard]

I have had "past life memories" but I'm also very much skeptical of reincarnation and am inclined to believe these are false memories. However the feelings and experiences are still very real to me. Do you have advice about how I should deal with this, if I should continue experimenting with these memories, and what mindset I should approach them with if I do so?

Think of them as dreams! Dreams can be deeply meaningful and personally relevant without necessarily reflecting anything literally true about the physical world. Go ahead and experiment if you want, but try and analyze/interpret them as if they're dreams.

[moonpool-system]

Contact / Empty Hope

from an exomemory

[our-inspire-verse]

I've come to make an announcement: Lilith the she demon's a bitch-ass motherfucker. SHe pissed on my fucking wife. That's right. She took her demonic fuckin' quilly dick out and she pissed on my FUCKING wife, and she said her dick was THIS BIG, and I said that's disgusting. So I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com. Lilith the Demon Woman, you got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like. That's right, baby. Tall points, no spikes, no boobs, look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. She fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck hell. That's right, this is what you get! My SUPER LASER PISS! Except I'm not gonna piss on hell. I'm gonna go higher. I'm pissing on HEAVENNNN! How do you like that, SERA? I PISSED ON HEAVEN, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss DROPLETS hit fucking HELL, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too! - our Lucifer at Lilith about Al

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I've come to make an announcement: Shadow the Hedgehog's a bitch-ass motherfucker. He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right. He took his hedgehog fuckin' quilly dick out and he pissed on my FUCKING wife, and he said his dick was THIS BIG, and I said that's disgusting. So I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com. Shadow the Hedgehog, you got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like. That's right, baby. Tall points, no quills, no pillows, look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck the earth. That's right, this is what you get! My SUPER LASER PISS! Except I'm not gonna piss on the earth. I'm gonna go higher. I'm pissing on the MOOOON! How do you like that, OBAMA? I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss DROPLETS hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too!

[giratina0fthev01d]

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[zukishaylupo]

Time for more bad memories from my life as Zuki. I have debated about posting this a few times but I think I need to, to get it off my chest or whatever you wanna say.

Tw/cw: (failed) suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, self harm, death of a family member, grief, and abuse. Let me know if I missed any tw/cw.

There were times right after I turned 14 years old as Zuki (my aunt, who I looked up to so much, died on my 14th birthday so yeah) that I ended up going to the top of my middle school building [I couldn't fly at the time] and was debating jumping from it, I never did.

But a few days after my 14th birthday, all the grief and anger and shit I felt from my aunt's death (she was a hero, and she died fighting some villains) had gotten to be too much for me to deal with and I went to a part of the middle school that pretty much no one went to and pretty much everyone wouldn't have cared about me anyways.

Anyway, I went to the secluded place of the school and I had a knife in my backpack, I always carried it with me, not only because of self-harm tendencies but also because it was a gift from my aunt who died. I thought I was alone, cause who in their right mind would be in this part of that school? (Neither of us there were in our right mind, so I guess that answers that, lol).

Anyway, I took the knife and cut pretty deep on my arms and legs. I had put down something, I think it was my jacket, to try and make less of a mess with the blood cause I didn't wanna cause too much more trouble, lol. But someone who I didn't really know well (I kinda wish it stayed that way, but whatever) came and helped me to the nurse's room. If that nurse could have let me just die, she would've, but she didn't wanna get in trouble with my older sibling, lol.

Anyways, that nurse just did the bare minium, so I wouldn't die. I talked a bit with the girl who saved me. She seemed nice (seemed is the key word there). After the school day ended, it was like only an hour or so cause I did this during my free period, which was my last 'class' of the day. After the bell rang, I walked to a little medical building that [mainly] was for those with no quirks, hated quirks, etc. So because of this, it didn't have a mandatory reporting thing, which was good for me, cause I didn't want anyone else to know that I tried to kill myself and failed. But yeah, the lady who helped me then was very nice and I would continue to go there when I needed medical stuff.

The girl who saved me, about a week or so later, came up to me and said she liked me romantically. While I am (was?) cupioromantic, I didn't know that at the time, so I thought I liked her romantically as well, so I told her that and we started dating.

It was great at first, but after about 2 weeks or so of dating, she started to hurt me, while I did technically know this wasn't good, I had believed it had to be different here and that she was still good and everything (she wasn't, the abusive asshole).

Eventually, when I was like 15 and ½ years old or something like that, I realized I didn't feel romantic attraction at all and told my 'girlfriend' and broke up with her. It didn't go well.

She ended up stabbing me a few times, shit happened. Afterwards, I went to that same medical building I mentioned before and they helped me not die.

Eventually, I realized that my ex was probably only with me cause she wanted someone easy to hurt and shit. Idk just probably wasn't love from her end.

- Zuki Shay Lupo (They/it) | I could go more into detail about probably all of this but I'm not gonna right now

[dr-alto-cowboy]

Memory Dump!! One of my first missions working at the GOC I think but I'm unsure.

My timeline went from: High School -> US Army (Air Force) -> GOC -> Scp Foundation

After a realitively short time working for the Air Force (not even a full year after basic training), the Cheif of Staff personally took me aside and told me he was assigning me to an outside organization that still worked for the government called the GOC.

I didn't ask about what that stood for or what that meant. In that time of my life, I was very lost and didn't really care which direction I was pulled in, and it seemed like it was a good opportunity if the Chief handed this to me personally.

Still in denial about myself being a reality bender or what that even meant also.

Cut bc it's long. Tw if you don't like shady shit and heads exploding.

I was tasked with finding out if this old guy's memory was intact enough to tell me things.

He may have had a degenerative brain disease or something, and they wanted me to get information out of him.

I wasn't trained to do anything like that. My new boss just told me, "Don't worry about it"

So, I showed up to his house a couple of hours early before I was supposed to check his memory (my boss told me to do this)

But this older lady is there (not as old as him but definitely over 70), and I'm like, "Oh hey" bc no one told me she was gonna be there.

And she starts out all aggressive and hollering at me. "Who the hell are!! you go away!! get out of my house!!"

I tell her, "I don't want any trouble. I'm just here to check on this old guy!!"

I make a quick assumption that she doesn't even know where anything is- seeing as she's rifling through the drawers (probably looking for a knife)

So I call her out on that assumption

I said "Hey bitch I know this isn't your house!!"

And she and I get into a physical altercation bc she fucking jumps on me with a knife she found as soon as I said that. I didn't bring a gun with me because I wasn't briefed that this was at all gonna become that type of situation.

(Never made that mistake again)

And I freak out bc I wasn't expecting a 70 year old woman to JUMP on my like fucking spiderman- and while I knew what to do in hand to hand combat situations like this where someone has a weapon and I don't- I just wasnt expecting that.

So we start "fighting," (mostly me just pushing her away from me- if she tried to slash or stab me she didn't try very hard bc I was barely cut up)

and I'm also struggling bc I also don't want to hurt her- I think she might be unwell more than anything.

I'm trying to yell at her and reason with her, but she is not listening

Eventually, she triggers something in the door way like a booby trap?? and a small pipe bomb lookin thing falls from the ceiling (we are still extremely close to each other)

So I backed up a little and beg her to stop, beg her to pay attention, but I was only able to get like 2/3 words out, and she doesn't hear me/listen to me.(BECAUSE THIS ALL HAPPENED AT THE SAME TIME IN LESS THAN 2 SECONDS) I duck down for cover as the bomb explodes her head

But all her bits still get all over me, and it's gross, and it stinks, and someone who was alive just a second ago is no longer alive. But I decide to not deal with any of that for a second.

The bomb's placement was weird though,, there were no other traps in the house, I checked after that happened, but the spot it hit her was right where I would have been walking to go see the guy. And I make note of that. Because I don't think the old guy or the old woman did that.

I contact my boss explain the situation to him, he tells me she planted it and to be careful because she is crazy and known to do wild things.

Which..COULD HAVE BEEN USEFUL INFORMATION B E F O R E I WAS SENT ALONE IN THE HOUSE. But whatever

But I respond, "But sir, she's dead?" And he hangs up the phone

And I'm like.. okay??

I still haven't met the old man, but a team of people dressed black military gear come in about 40 minutes and clean up the body (no GOC logo, no nothing. just blacked out) But I recognized some of them, so I knew they were GOC.

While I was waiting for them, I cleaned up the shit all over me, and luckily, it didn't seem like it was very noticeable on the clothes I was wearing.

I ask them who she was, and they inform me her name is Catherine

I shrug it off and it's time to meet the old man soon anyways. Still no information about him other than he's "an elderly person named [redacted] who might be able to help us." (I don't remember his name)

More people show up after the body is cleared out- mostly normal looking people?? Like civilian looking people maybe therapists or doctors or something like that??

But also, one of my coworkers showed up! Who I remember I really liked. Don't remember his name now though.

I go to sit with the old man, he's bald in a rocking chair, his eyes look mostly closed.

I feel extremely unqualified to do this for whatever reason.

My coworker that I like is sitting next to me and the old man (I remember him being so baby faced at that time)

And there is also a small crowd of people watching me.

I just start out with "Hello my name is [redacted]" (couldn't remember what I said)

"Are you Mr [also redacted]?" (couldn't remember what he said)

He makes a noise and grunts in response which I take as a yes

The group of people around me are talking to each other in excited whispers and smiling all big and shit and one of the guys in the military gear goes

"Alright, let's give the doctor some space back outta here come on"

And I think that's so suspicious I think they hyped me up to these people as some kind of miracle worker and I have no clue why.

Anyways we get to talking about normal shit

"Do you know where you are?" Silence

"Do you know what's going on"

He says "you're here to see me about" and he mumbles some shit that doesn't rlly make sense

And he starts talking about his wife "Where's Cathie,, I need her for" mumbles off

And I ask him "who's Cathie?" He says "my wife"

And I'm like ohhhh shit I just watched her head explode... but this old guy can not see how nervous I am so it doesn't matter

I said "Do you have any children?"

He starts to talk but then says "I..I cant" and he seems really stressed out by that question so I change topics immediately and go

"What about your wife, Catherine, do you remember your wedding?"

He doesn't respond

I look at my coworker, and he looks a little nervous and unsure.

At this point I realize this guy can't give me any information I can't ask him any questions that would be important to my boss.

My coworker leaves the room first and after a minute I follow him.

A guy dressed in military gear all black asks me "so?? Did you get anything?" And I responded "No, he's not able to answer my questions."

The guy in all black goes (his name might have been Robbie/Robert) "Not even a key??"

And I ask "a key?"

And he goes "you know! Dudes got some money around here somewhere,"

We're right next to a gun case that mostly has trinkets and hunting gear in it but there is also a key with a label and he says "or in here I'd love to get in here.."

And I decide to ignore his ass and walk past him to a different military guy and told him, "Hey he was unresponsive."

He nods and hands me a gun and tells me

"Okay. Go ahead and kill him then." (They used a nicer word than 'kill him', but I don't remember)

And I was SO nervous and caught off gaurd I said "w what??"

And they laugh at me and say "go on! Boss's orders" they hand me a sweat shirt and say "Hide it under here so he doesn't see you have it, I'll clear the guests out"

I'm so shaky at this point, and Im not sure why. The gun feels SO heavy in my hands. Even though it's just like a 9mm. I start walking away, trying to fumble the sweat shirt while walking, and fumbling to flip the safety off

Which they also. Laugh at me for not doing.

But I keep stalling. I'm so nervous, like "I-I don't know I"

It's not like I'd never had to kill someone before but this was just some old dude who seemed incredibly harmless.

And eventually they go "If you dont kill him we're gonna kill you."

And I'm like damn okay ig

So a guard comes with me to make sure I kill him and we open the door, and the dude is FROZEN solid.

Like a fucking ice cube he's got icecicles off him

And I'm like "WHAT. THE FUCK.'" and they are so casual and call it in and go "Oh well I guess he's neutralized, you got lucky."

He yells to the rest of the gaurd "Get this guy outta here before Cathrine takes the rest of him" and a bunch of people rush in and grab him by his chair and rush him out.

I'm just standing there. I'm hella confused and the whole day just seemed like a brain fuck.

Me and my coworker and I liked sat in the back seat of a vehicle and didn't say anything to each other the ride back to base.

[entity56]

If these memories i'm getting arent just a figment of my imagination it means A) God (or at least the Christian idea of heaven) exists and B) his way of dropping new souls into bodies is literally throwing them out onto Earth like snowflakes

[a-dragons-journal]

Had incredibly chaotic dreams last night, but among them was flight (in full dragonshape! Something that almost never happens!) over a large and wild river cutting through a canyon, more difficult than I expected as I was buffeted by the chaotic winds produced by the water below. It was both cool to feel - my dream-flight is often semi-unrealistic and weightless - and interesting in light of it feeling sharp and clear enough to be memory, rather than just something my brain produced; I didn't think the river running through my territory was large or rough enough to produce such wind effects over it, but perhaps it was at some point, or perhaps I encountered such a water-and-wind feature during my travels seeking a territory while young?

...Hm. Interesting. Feels like there should be a word for the way water affects wind currents above it. I'm not finding one in English in a quick search, but I think we have one. Weird! That's not a usual brand of noema for me!

[switchbladeheaven]

angelkin memory unlocked omg

it was a good idea to add angel milk to my lattes because oh my word I remember drinking this in the skies

[addict-for-poison]

Hi. We're not one to ask for folks to talk to us. But we would really appreciate if you could ask or talk to us about our fallen angel kin life. You can just ask us random questions or whatever else.

Just stuck in a strong shift and miss it a lot right now.

We may not get to it right away or even tonight as it's late for us and are busy tomorrow, but will try to get to it soon.

Thank you if you do, and it's understandable if not.

/not forced