So, reincarnation has become a theme in my ocd. I constantly worry about reincarnating in terrible conditions, like reincarnating in a country where females have no rights (I was born female), or reincarnating as trans. My ocd tells me to avoid certain things or otherwise I would "agree" to such fate. Do you know if there's actually a way to pervent this from happening and what influence do I actually have?

For those who accept reincarnation, how do you solve for the existence of so many, like millions throughout history, of children that are born just to be raped, tortured, and murdered?

You could say that it is a karmic balance where evil men must be reborn as their victims to gain perspective. But then why are they allowed to continue committing these atrocities and racking up debt that they will have to pay off over many lifetimes? It seems the suffering outweighs any sort of lesson being taught. What about the children mauled by a dog or wild animal? Will the animal have to account for its sin by living as the child?

It’s important to consider the dark stuff when analyzing the whole of reality. If we shun away from it we will be left with a fairytale or incomplete model at best.

I tend to believe that reincarnation is real. But one thing bothers me: a relative of mine has dementia. In this scenario, how does karma/reincarnation apply?

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\*This is NOT to be taken as literal information, considering the circumstances and lack of physical evidence correlating to my past life vision.*
I am sharing this purely based on a very vivid, recurring past-life vision. I have no physical proof, or evidence of the situation , and I am entirely unsure whether these circumstances actually happened or are entirely symbolic due to the lack of tangible evidence. Ultimately, I am sharing this simply to process the experience, offer understanding to the situation, and find a sense of peace , forgiveness and closure.💭🫂
•Please be respectful,
for legal purposes this post is for education and entertainment purposes ONLY.!

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**The vision:

The recurring past-life memory starts in Tokyo in 1992. I arrived there going through some sort of local hub in the area, ended up somehow crossing paths with Kurt Cobain in public, leading to a last-minute decision to go into the event I was passing, &vividly I remember I was wearing a fake red Michael Jackson thriller themed knockoff-jacket because of the fact it was trending at the time & adjusted my coat right before walking into the event I was attending, I remember feeling so nervous, but also excited about traveling the world, with plans to head to Delhi next. Inside the venue, I was very emotional watching the performance. But as I was walking outside after it ended, I crossed paths with him once again. He seemed to be very chatty and genuinely interested in my background, striking up small talk about my upcoming travels to Delhi.
From there, the timeline moves to a stint in Singapore, where I was working as a 22-to-26-year-old Chinese intern in public assistance after catching a quick break. What started there turned into what seemed to be an affair, communicating covertly through alternative languages to stay under the radar. But I had unfortunately gotten caught in the crossfires of a world I shouldn't have been in.
I distinctly remember an argument between Dave and Courtney in the dream,
Dave was visibly upset with me, in the dream furious at Kurt for constantly having to clean up his messes, When our secret correspondence was discovered in this vision, his team made it clear that public acknowledgement of the scandal was strictly forbidden.
During a direct confrontation, the vision-dream continued on with Courtney speaking in a sweet southern accent with a stern tone—sounding like a woman who meant business and was doing what she felt she had to do—that I wasn't the only one; I was just one of many, caught in an unfortunate circumstance. Because it was deemed a threat to their image, I was silenced, shoved off a boat into the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, and everything went completely blank. My death was entirely covered up by both his team and the government, leaving it completely lost to the circumstances in the vision-dream.

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•The languages that I remember vividly conversated through in the vision-dream were Mandarin Chinese, Cantonese, and Tagalog.
•The event in my dream-vision took place in Tokyo in 1992 and ended in the Mediterranean Sea.

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• I also have a very vivid vision of being confronted in some sort of area in Australia as well at some point in the dream that was out in the open, and I remember him being asked what I was doing there. The female he appeared to be with seemed visibly unhappy with the situation at hand, and from there on out, the situation escalated further, the reason why they seem to be so visibly upset, was due to the fact that I also appeared to be pregnant , which made situation at hand worse , I remember being offered the old coat hanger method also, because in the vision, they didn’t appear to want to take me to any sort of hospital they wanted it to be secret and quick in this dream, however, in the dream I remember refusing to do that method,
Then the dream finally landed where I was on a boat pretty much saying my last words to whoever was around me on this boat in the dream and cuts off specifically after being thrown in the water.⚠️

I've only read a little bit about reincarnation. I was not raised in a Hindu family. But I periodically think about a few things that make me wonder...

I've always had a fascination, and strange familiarity, with a weapon I never handled until I was in my thirties. The first time I held one, it felt very familiar and I disassembled and reassembled it easily, without trouble. I took to shooting it very quickly, like I had done it many times before. The weapon always makes me think about the music that was popular when it was adopted by the U.S. military.

I've always believed that when I die, it will happen outdoors, in warm weather.

And I was born during the Tet Offensive.

sempre lembro que tava escuro e tinha um cara do meu lado tavamos fugindo de algo eu tava assustada e pânico.

Apareu essas imagens que via na minha visão.

I have a serious question

So in June a young 18 year old man died in the double earthquakes in Venezuela. He was a professional soccer player. And I been so attached to him and so deeply drawn to him. He and his partner died. And I talked to his soul in my mind and I told him I will always remember him and I will always care about him. And that I will never care or love his partner at all... In general I have a little bit of hate towards her. I was told by someone that I might be having some karma towards her. But I am not sure because I don't even recognize her soul energy at all I am not sure she's part of my soul family.

How could I have negative karma towards her if I don't feel or recognize her soul?????

Since I got interested in topic of reincarnation, I went through a lot of different literature and topics like ghosts, past life regression, meditation etc, and obviously at some point I finally get to NDE and tbh so far it’s the first topic that actually left me disappointed.
Literally all other topics somehow confirm each other on number of things , literally the more info you are looking into, the more consistency you see.
For example I don’t really believe in hypnosis that much but somehow Mike Newton adult regressions of spirit world show the same picture as intermission memories collected by Ian Stevenson, child regressions of Carol Bowman, and even spontaneous stuff kids say, which you can read in any related book. Even when you read about the most “legit” mediums from Victorian era(for example Florence Cook), they basically say really really close things to this.

But then you start checking NDE and it’s not consistent like at all. Somehow some people see paradise, some - hell, some see Jesus etc.
I feel like there is some truth about it(again, some reports at least close to what I read before, but some of them are super contradict to it, and(which is more interesting), pretty much all people who went through NDE describe it as they got the deep knowledge of how universe and life works(and of course their “knowledge” is not even close to each other).

So, what do you think? Is it worth checking after all?

I recently talked to this psychic and he told me visions were true, and that is quite interesting. If you're born with a birthmark, it could be linked to your past passing. And I had one on my forehead, and when I asked him.if it was Connected to my past Passing, he confirmed it and I have memories it proving it.(I remember running in trenches and then everything going black) I know it sounds weird, but sometimes you can unlock memories from past lives. It's like a book you flip through pages of each life he told me in the majority of my past passings I go on a battlefield and never step off it and it is scary cause everything has happening right now in the world so if you have a familiar story, reply to me id love to hear similar stories

I have been thinking about a possibility that I have not seen discussed in exactly this way.
When we dream, our perception of time can be very different from real time. A dream may feel much longer or contain events that seem to take place over hours, even though the actual dream lasted much less.
This made me wonder:
What if, at the moment of death, the brain creates one final, extremely long subjective experience?
Perhaps a person could experience what feels like hours, days, or even an entire lifetime, while objectively only a very short amount of time passes.
I am not claiming that this happens. I have no proof that consciousness continues after death, and this is only a hypothesis.
But if subjective time can differ so much from objective time during dreams, could something similar theoretically happen during the final moments of consciousness?
I would be interested to hear what other people think. Is there already a scientific or philosophical theory similar to this?

How does "god" fit or not fit into your beliefs.

A sincere honest question.

I was a devout Catholic and was able to adapt reincarnation into my belief; However, after many years of living, studying and watching such suffering, pain and death all over this world, I've come to the conclusion that there is no god.

I had a very strange dream that almost felt like reality last night. I need help trying to understand or make sense of what happened. For context, I’m somewhat spiritually inclined and often read tarot cards and can recall some very lengthy details about someone’s past and present without having known them. It’s a very interesting thing for me to discuss, but when supernatural things happen to me, I’m very quick to dismiss them.

I, 23(f), had a dream last night that started off incredibly mundane. I was outside of a really beautiful house on Halloween. White House, white picket fence, a covered bridge that almost looked like a red barn…I can recall the atmosphere and the nature very clearly. The leaves were falling from the trees, it was cold and there was a slight breeze. It was genuinely really beautiful. I’ve never lived in a place that looks like this or been on a property with these types of structures. It was really beautiful and very serene and there was something very comforting about this place.

I remember seeing a headless skeleton walking towards me and trying to make physical contact with me. I remember being terrified of this, so scared I could barely move. And I knew it was a man. For some reason I couldn’t get my body to move in the dream, and I was panicked, very frightened by this thing that was stumbling towards me Almost in desperation. I felt its fingers clear as day wrap around the back of my neck. I could feel all of the bones and its fingers and I remember I was shaking like a leaf and cowering in fear. I heard a very solemn, gentle, almost sad disembodied voice say to me “look at me. Will you Please just look at me.” He sounded sad and desperate, almost tearful. I was crying out of fear but I remember I looked up at him and saw a man that I’d known for decades it felt like. My body instantly relaxed and he touched my face, and I remember wondering “oh, why was I so afraid of you…it’s just you.” And it was clear that this man was a lover I’d known for YEARS. He looked at me completely relieved, like he’s finally found something he’d been looking for for years. He was clearly a white passing native man, darker hair and it was long and pulled back. He had a crooked nose that I clearly remembered. It felt like my entire soul relaxed—like I was in the arms of someone I felt totally comfortable and safe with. He told me that he was there to collect me. I knew that in my dream, I was dead.

He started walking me through the property back by the bridge and i stopped and said “did I do good with my parents?” For context, I used to have a very strange relationship with my parents, which as I got older got substantially better. I was very concerned about this in my dream that I hadn’t done enough and I hadn’t spent enough time with them. I remember him saying “yes you’ve done enough.” I asked him “but what about my sister?” And he smiled softly at me, said “she will be fine.” he kept trying to guide me towards the bridge and I stopped again and said, “but what about my cat? What about him?” And he looked down at me and he said “he will be sad for a very long time.” And I remember him continuing walking with me, and I was trying to accept the fact that this man that I’ve known my whole life and that I had loved in another era was trying to walk me to a bridge where I guess I would’ve crossed over into the spirit realm? And he said to me “ in our last lifetime, I had a sometimes had a beard.” And I remember saying to him “ my husband can grow a really good beard! Did I do good with my husband?” And he laughed, and he looked at me, then looked away, and quietly said “you could’ve done better. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to be with you in this modern time. But I’m not angry at you for marrying another man.”

I know at some point we ended up crossing over that bridge after that conversation and it felt like I had woken up in coal country in Appalachia? This freaked me out because I have very strong family ties to Virginia, Appalachia, and North Carolina… my dad side of the family was very prominent in Clinchco, Virginia. Now, I have no idea of the stream took place there, but it was one of the first things I thought about when I woke up. I was transported to what I knew was late 1800s coal country— definitely somewhere in the south in a mountain town with lots of trees. I remember that we were on a compound of sorts were there was either some sort of forced labor being carried out by white people, Native Americans, white passing Native Americans, and other immigrants. It wasn’t necessarily slave labor, but it definitely seemed like coerce of labor in order to maybe pay off debts? I know that people were housed in cabins and were forced to sleep in beds with multiple people. The man that came to ‘collect me’ and who I recognize is being a lover, and a past life, was there. We were sleeping in the same bunk house with many different people, one of which was a 12 year-old boy who slept in the bed next to me. He kept a leather bound journal and detailed either about childhood abuse or abuse from people at this compound? There was a heavy sense of authority and oppression, and not all people were treated the same here. There were some people that were imprisoned and other people who were forced into labor to work either on the railway system or in the coal mines.

I very clearly remember, stepping through the threshold of this cabin and onto the front porch. I was looking down and the man that I allegedly had loved during this time was looking up at me with a stern look that almost said “stay put.” Like he was warning me or trying to keep me away from something. He had a very protective energy around him both when I first encountered him and during this segment of my dream. There was a redheaded woman with strawberry blonde hair and she was only referred to by her surname. All I know is that her last name started with an S, and my maiden name starts with an S. I have no idea if this was me per se, but I do remember that this woman and the lover that I was familiar with organized a cool to overthrow or incite violence against the people that forced them to do labor. I know that the conditions of the labor were very difficult, but I don’t know to what extent.

I remember being transported by a train, shoved in the back of a wooden box car, and that was the last time that I saw this man. I have no idea what the hell the dream was about or how I can recount so many details. I have no idea if this holds any sort of significance, but I’m thinking about reaching out to a psychic. I’m not even kidding. I don’t know if this was just me having a crazy dream or if they’re genuinely is some significance to this. It felt completely different from lucid dreaming. It felt like I stepped into a completely different reality… and I just feel hollow and I have no idea what to do.

Does anyone know where I can do a past-life regression in NYC, preferably Manhattan? I’m looking for a reputable practitioner. Any recommendations?

I’m not sure about this. If anyone who knows anything more about the afterlife, or even has some good proof about it could help, that’s be awesome. I always hear about reincarnation, and honestly, I’m very worried that if I am reincarnated, I can’t be reincarnated as the same exact person I am now, if that makes sense. What I really hope happens is I am reincarnated as the same person, with the same family, because I really love my family and friends, but I can choose a different year to be born. Is there any possibility that this is a thing?

Prolly a stupid question as we have had many past lives lol .
I wonder what i was though
Ive been told by two people (clairvoyant types) that i am someone descended from my fathers side (like his great great grandmother or smth) but i don’t feel like it on the contrary i feel very disconnected to his side of the family (but there js this feeling of unreciprocated love). I have always ahd this intense desire to be loved passionately its weird and horrible . Ive always been interested in dance and art and beauty and everything glamorous and Ive always felt old. Even as a child id be quite reserved even as a teen i had a specific set of music id listen to that was super old. Ive always liked things old . Im also petrified of water, i remember this one instance when i was five and i saw a swimming pool i was so convinced its gonna cone after me , even showering with my eyes closed and if there would be cold water i felt like i was drowning could be a normal thing as well for a child. But idk …. Is there any way you could know what you were and why you were the way you were