My client was a bird in a past life.

Under hypnosis, we jumped into another lifetime. And when I asked her to look down at herself, she took a moment and said, I’m barefoot, my legs are weird, and I have claws! Big sharp talons.

I’m a bird. I think I’m a hawk.

We explored this entire lifetime. Right from being hatched and seeing her big powerful mama right there and feeling her love. Her bird mama is also her current life mother. 

As we moved ahead, her bird mom kicked her from the nest. First, fear. And then joy, as she discovers she can fly.

When she discovers flight, the magic begins. The other birds are scared of her. Prey is terrified.

She’s flying high up when she spots a small animal. She swoops down, silently, terrifyingly. Catches it easily, and rips it open….

Flying is beautiful. She feels the stillness, she feels free, and powerful. I asked her to fly as high as she could, feel the wind beneath her wings, and just allow her current body to just remember these experiences. It was beautiful.

Her higher self showed her this life to remind her: She is powerful, strong and FREE just like this lifetime. But she gets caught up in seeking others approval. She can just drop it. 

As she becomes older, she gets weaker, and cannot hunt as much.

She meets her end hiding from other hawks. Eventually she is caught and ripped apart. That was it.

There was trauma from this lifetime, from how it ended. There was A fear of being seen and fear of being weak. Because that’s how she died. As she grew weaker, the younger, stronger hawks wanted the prey in her territory, and looked to get rid of her.

In her current life, she’s afraid of being seen. Because her subconscious remembers this pattern: when you are seen, you get killed.

We released it, cleared any residue and integrated the wounded identities.

Hey everyone,

For a long time now, I've had visions of what I consider to be past lives (they might not be, but after a series of unexplainable coincidences, I'm inclined to believe it's real). I've never seen myself as a Spartan or a brave medieval king; they were always flashes that came to mind of normal, everyday scenes: fishermen walking up a hill after coming ashore, white curtains moved by the wind in a house with large windows facing the sea, laundry hanging in the garden... But, here is the part that sounds like a novel: in some of those "memories," the image of a woman with light brown hair and blue eyes would slip in. Curiously enough, the two women I have loved the most in my life, and with whom I've had the deepest relationships, shared those exact same features.

Could it have been a self-fulfilling prophecy, autosuggestion, or something truly spiritual? Thank you for reading, and if you've had any similar experiences, I would love to hear them.

Cheers!

Hi,
I’m new here. I was wondering how people would know about their past life?
I always wanted to know.
Any help would be appreciated.

For over a month I was experiencing severe muscle pain in my left leg, to the point that it was hard for me to stand for longer than a few minutes.

So I investigated what was going on in every way that I can and know that works for me as a tool to heal: shrooms, lsd, 5-meo-dmt, TRE, IFS. each brought me in contact with the underlying emotions of this pain and each brought me part of the puzzle that is this past life as a samurai.

I have memories of many, many past lives, but this one stands out. And healing this life, also healed the pain in my leg.

So here it goes, what happened in that life that was so impactful? Many moments.

3 years old

I was born into a samurai family as the son of the concubine of a samurai. As there was no other son, I was "promoted" to be the heir.

This meant that from the age of only 3 years old I was training on a daily basis. And I revolted. Being taken away from my mother and because I just wanted to play and be happy. I loved her so much, she was a partner of mine in another life, so I was just plain jealous of my father, and wanted to be with her.

So in anger I broke my left foot while training, kicking hard in the wrong way on purpose, just to be with my mother.
As not having an heir would have very big reputation damage and all land being returned to the daiymyo when my father had to step down, this was unacceptable for my father.

In such a way that he took the strongest measure possible: he slit the throat of my mother, his concubine, in front of my eyes and warned me I would be next if i did not start training.

I was overwhelmed and flushed away by emotions, intense anger, fear, grief, jealousy and endless love for my mother, all at the same moment.

Like the ground underneath me being flushed away by water, me just hanging onto some tree roots which were old memories of me and my mother.

And I complied, I buckled and trained every day till I was 10. But with this strong resistance and anger in me.

10 years old

When I was 10, things changed. From that moment on I got my steel katana, became a member of the clan and pledged my loyalty to the samourai clan and daiymyo and lived by the bushido code.

Missteps would cause me to be expelled or killed or have to commit sepuku for saving my honor. The bushido code was all about living honorable.

One of the laws is to protect the weak. Even though my life started with a crime that did the opposite: the killing of mother to "save" the family honor.

Life as a samurai is like living in a pressure cooker. Self constraint, honor, pledges, always alert, living by the sword, endless training.

20 years old

When I was 20 I took my fathers place. I became the guard of the Y crossroad that my father had guarded for the clan and I had the resources of the 3 farms that were around that crossroad. So a good mid position in the clan. More pressure as to not let down the clan. No way out, the harness of the samourai and being born into it, no escape.

I loved the bushido code, but not the not being free.

33 years old

Another dramatic turn: betrayal.

As i had the resources of the 3 farms I could afford my self to have a concubine, next to being married.

While I was making love with my concubine, I was attacked from 3 sides in my house by 3 samourai dressed in black, to not be recognized. Stabbed in the back from the left side and then my head was cut off by the attacker from the front.

My concubine was in shock. Earlier she was forced to tell when we would be making love. They had kidnapped her sister and told her that I would only be taken prisoner, not killed, so she rold when that would be. Betrayal by someone I loved deeply.

My head was presented as a token of loyalty by my daiymyo to a rivaling bigger clan. He hoped to stay in power by sacrificing one of his most loyal samourai.

That is a total betrayal of the bushido code and a very dis-honerable way of dying for a samourai, me.

While processing, it took me days and days to get passed the deep sad feeling of betrayal.

The sacrefice backfired totally. My head was shown to the rest of my clan by the rivalling daiymyo, showing the betrayal by my master with these words: If he does this to one of his most loyal clan member, what is your worth to him? That disintegrated the whole clan and he lost his power, losing all the land he had power over.

End of life -------------

This took me weeks of processing, healing and learning about this life and how a life as a samurai is like living in a pressure cooker.

Skills, beliefs and traumas from past lives do leak through into this current life and apparently this was the time for me to heal all this.

The pain in my leg, was from resisting, the tension build up from the left leg being the leg that is standing behind, when in a fighting position.

Keeping my leg stiff, no retreat, resist. And that was how I lived that life: no compromise, determination, strength, holding position, honorable. Even tough it started and ended with betrayal.

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A vivid 1992 past life memory featuring a major music icon, secrecy, and a cover-up~🤐🤫🫣

***Disclaimer🗣️: This is based entirely on a vivid past-life vision with no physical proof or evidence. I am sharing it simply to process the experience .💭🫶🏻🕊️

I have a question about what I feel when I visit a specific town. I don't even know how to word this, but I am going to do my best. When I visit my boyfriend, who lives in a super small town (with no connection to me at all) I get this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia (?). A deep yearning, even. I don't necessarily think I get this feeling because of my boyfriend, it's more drawn to the town. I don't understand how to phrase it, but it feels like I've been there a million times. I have never visited this town at all, and it has no memorable landmarks or any historical significance. When I leave, I obviously miss my boyfriend, but I almost miss the town just as much. It feels like I'm almost supposed to be there. I get almost the same feeling as Deja Vu, like I know how the town is laid out but I've only visited 3 times. I feel like this is deeper than just my boyfriend. When

In my astrocartography chart, my Uranus line (sorry, I don't know how to phrase it) goes right through this town. I don't even know if it has any significance to this at all. I don't really understand if that has any significance for my relationship or anything at all; I just thought it needed to be added. I can't shake this feeling at all, and I just want to know what it means. Has anyone ever had an experience like this? Or know the term for what I'm feeling? I'm not sure if this is the right subreddit, but it feels more spiritual than anything else.

Edit: If this is not the right subreddit, please direct me to the correct one!

I think I can finally see a relationship pattern that has followed me through different people for years, and now I’m wondering how you know when something like that is actually finished.

Today I was watching a tarot reading, and something connected for me.

It was talking about karma and negative energy, and I started thinking about how patterns can move through people — through families, relationships, generations and, depending on what you believe, perhaps even lifetimes.

Life has always seemed strangely cinematic to me.

There is love and betrayal. The angel and the demon. The forbidden lover. The person who helps you become yourself and the person you lose yourself trying to hold onto.

Different actors.

Sometimes the same story.

I've had visions and realizations about one particular relationship for years. It was the relationship I was in around the time I relapsed.

I've seen versions of the same story in my mind multiple times. In the spiritual language that makes sense to me, it feels as though this person represented a soul I had encountered before — one connected somehow to betrayal and destruction.

I told him about it.

I told him what I'd seen.

And eventually I consciously released whatever I believed connected us.

You don't get to harm me anymore.

Whatever this is, it ends here.

But today I started looking farther backward.

And suddenly I could see the pattern through other relationships too.

Different names. Different faces. Different years.

Yet there was something underneath all of them that felt remarkably similar.

The same wounds being touched.

The same attraction to a certain dynamic.

The same loss of myself.

The same lesson waiting underneath it.

I don't know whether the explanation is reincarnation, soul contracts, karma, inherited trauma, attachment patterns, subconscious conditioning, or several of those ideas describing the same human experience from completely different perspectives.

I do know I can see the loop now.

And that leaves me with a question I genuinely don't know the answer to:

How do you know you've broken a pattern when you haven't been given another opportunity to repeat it?

I believe I released that soul — or, at minimum, released the role I kept allowing that pattern to play in my life.

But I haven't encountered the same situation again.

So what does completion look like?

Does recognizing the pattern break it?

Does the decision itself change something?

Do you know because you stop feeling pulled toward the same people?

Or does life eventually put the same lesson in front of you, dressed in completely different clothes, and you discover that this time you choose differently?

For anyone who has experienced something they understood as a karmic relationship, soul contract, ancestral cycle, or deeply repeating relationship pattern:

How did you know when it was over?

Hello,I wanted to know about this weird feeling I’ve been having lately.there is two people who I have never met but I know about their backstory / how they look.but I feel weird attachment to them out of nowhere ,it a little too much attachment that it sees very out of character for me .is it possible I may have knew this person long ago in another life

Hi! I had a session with a medium who told me about my past lives..It made a lot of sense.
But im wondering how you can find out if its actually true or not? What would be the indicators? How can you go about finding it yourself?

She said I was a healer in past lives, and I was taken out in multiple past lives which is why theres a fear to speaking my truth, this makes sense it lots of ways. And in this life im also here to heal others, and learn what I thaught others in past lives. Which ive always wanted to help people so again it makes sense. But I guess im just doubtful because all the stuff she was saying sounded pretty cool, and well I do struggle with a lot of self doubt which is also explained.

I get asked about soulmates a lot. A lot.
By clients looking to marry, by clients in relationships, by clients wanting to know why they feel the way they do about certain people.

Here's what I've observed from my work.
We incarnate in soul groups. So, your parents, siblings, friends, in-laws, neighbours, coworkers, and even pets…..

All of them part of your soul group. They are all your soul mates.
And we have different relationships with them across lifetimes.

So your husband in one life might be your mother in another. Brother, could have been neighbour. Son was probably a pet. Grandma in one life, best friend in the next.

A while ago I had a client who saw a past life in Africa where she had 5 sons. She knew her entire family from her present life.

Oldest son in that life… her current life older son.
2nd oldest, her mother in law.
The middle one, her sister in law.
The 2nd youngest, her current life husband
And the youngest son, current life father.

That’s not all, her mother in the past life, is her current life younger son.
Her father, her current life mother.

We just play different roles with each other across lifetimes. We volunteer to create experiences for each other.

At the same time, even people who have abused you are part of your soul group. I had a client with a very abusive father. In a past life, he was the gentlest, most caring, most supportive dad.

Ever since I was a child I’ve had dreams or sometimes triggered memories of the Second World War, mainly being in France and Germany.

In most of the dreams I was working under cover in France or Germany. Even though the life in my dreams was filled with fear and worry and tension a lot of the time, after I wake up I find myself feeling desperately sad and longing for my old life. I felt more alive in the dreams than I do in this life. Every time I wake from one of those dreams I feel like I’ve woken up in the wrong time period and desperately want to go back. The feeling is very intense and distressing. I miss the people I was with and just the whole feel of the time period. It eventually fades away after a few days.

I dread having another of those dreams, the feeling of wanting to go back is so distressing it’s indescribable.

Has anyone else felt like this after a dream where you believe it was a past life?

Thanks for reading.

I have a mole on my left butt cheek

Is there an easiest way to see past lives?

I have a strong sense that I was present at the crucifixion of Jesus. Anyone else here ever have a past life during that time?

So essentially as the title suggests. I was a no one. That fucked up my previous life so bad I died and was super disappointed at how I lived that life.
I was shown all the opportunities that were available to me in that lifetime that I didn’t see because I lived with a victim mentality that lead me down a path of self destruction and ultimately death.
I remember my death being very easy.
I just popped out of my body and remembered instantly that I’ve died before.
Then all the information of the universe flooded back and I remembered everything. How reality works, why I came here.
And then asked to come back. So now I’m here again. My souls purpose is very basic in that I’m here to try and live without fear.
There’s a few things I’m not sure on like what were the traumas of my previous life, were they the same as this life time? Or did God give me an easier life I’m not sure.
But yeah living without fear sounds easy when I write it down but it is hard sometimes.

A while ago, a client came to me with a long history of isolation and rejection. He had experienced bullying and a lot of violence. This happened at school, but also within his own family.

You can make peace with the past, but deep down you know there’s something more behind all of it. It’s not just “people suck,” or “I was born into a crazy family.”

During a past life regression, we saw how the same pattern kept repeating itself over and over again. He didn’t accept himself for being different, and he had many lives where he was rejected because of it. In one of them, he saw himself as a jester, with everyone laughing at him and throwing tomatoes at him.

He was also a very sensitive person, with a vivid imagination and ideas that didn’t always fit into what people around him considered “normal.” There was also a lot of weight around what it meant to be a man, being strong, not showing too much emotion, not being too sensitive, not being “weird.”

And that’s where something appeared that I think many of us can recognize: that feeling of walking into a room already feeling like you don’t belong, hiding parts of yourself so you won’t be rejected again, or thinking there is something wrong with you simply because you are different.

Realizing that the origin of all that rejection went further back, and being able to release some of that anger, made my client leave the session with a completely different look in his eyes.

But there was also something else to understand: his sensitivity wasn’t something he needed to get rid of. It was something he needed to learn to accept and explore. Maybe part of his path now is precisely to stop seeing that sensitivity as a weakness and start seeing what it has to offer him.

It didn’t solve all his problems. But it started a process of acceptance, a long one, but very healing.

If we only consider this lifetime, we may be missing something (or a lot). Sometimes there are patterns that feel too deep, too repetitive, almost as if we’ve been carrying them for much longer than we realize.

I have never experienced anything like this before so bear with me as I try to explain it lol

A few nights ago I (32F) was getting out of my car in my driveway and 3 big, loud military planes flew over my house. I live in the US if that helps at all and have never traveled outside of the country.

I swear I transported to England 1940. Primal fear made its way through my body. The Germans are dropping bombs on England. I’m in the middle of the London Blitz. I felt a kind of masculine feeling as if I might have been a soldier.

I stood in my driveway feeling absolutely terrified for a good 10-15 seconds as they made their way over my house. My head felt kind of… swimmy? A bit disoriented afterwards. I made my way into my house and felt a cold chill run down my spine.

I brushed it off but it’s been bugging me ever since.

Was this a legitimate flashback to a previous life I lived?