Listening to a vid on youtube right now about some stories, wanted to share the one I remember most.>Be a Scottish farmer, near the town of Dollar >In my teens when there is some battle which seems to have been in the early 1600s, and the farm was burned. >My mother had died a few years prior, and the collapsing farmhouse killed my father and brothers. >Fled with my father's sword and a tartan cloth and the clothes on my back >The tartan would be used as a blanket and kilt for the next few years. >Kept the sword through my entire life, remember it very clearly being a large sword of around 6 feet, but not a basket hilt or a claymore. Maybe a rehilted Zweihander style sword as was common through the previous century?>Also collected a lot of daggers and knives from battlefields>end up living as a bandit in the woods before moving south into England where I become a mercenary/bodyguard. >Had a lover who would be burned as a witch, >I eventually board a ship and eventually become a pirate off of the french/spanish coast for a couple of very shitty years before going back to Scotland and living as a soldier. I very clearly remember my death. >Wearing leather brigandine armor and being chased by several men in plate, probably people who were more important than me.>Cornered on a northern english cliff with a little house just out of reach>Small sword fight, one of the mens swords breaks>He lunges at me with the broken sword>Feel a loose plate shift and the blade sinks into the front of my shoulder and chest, below the collarbone>realize I'm going to die, lose balance, fall back>Remember thinking "Finally">still holding my own sword, don't remember hitting the water or any rocks, probably dead before I hitI wonder sometimes what happened to some of the people I remember from various places.
I am getting the sense that you might have been a Thai peasant in your previous life.
I died from being a faggot (AIDS) in the 1980s. I could suck a soul out of a dick though (and probably still can).
>past life memories i was >burned at the stake for being a witch (allegedly) >a fox that fell in love with human >one of the original saboteurs (it was my shoe got thrown in the machine) >a ww2 ordinance expert i also have recall memories of Hell itself, fun times let me tell ya
>>41945509Abraham Lincoln?
>>41945306>I was among a bunch of civilians on a ship>a WWII era plane strafes the deck a few times and I feels the bullets hit meAnother past life memory/ dream >living in caves underground with a bunch of people>we fled violence, and I was scared>but it was peacful>then when I was older I had to fight people who tried to invade>killed 4 men one time with a large dagger doing hit and run tactics when I was around 14>my mom and sister were deeper in the cave they were coming through >mom was both happy and sad I saved them and killed peopled
>>41945306I died from radiation poisoning along other village members in what looked like an old burned up barn/church near some railroads, it was the last building left in the area.
>>41945306Don't have memories of any previous lives but I presume I have vague memories of 'before life'.Very quiet and alone most of the time except for specific places made to visit and meet other 'people'.Other than those places pretty much anything is there; sprawling grassy hills and meadows, no bugs or really any other life than yourself. There's human-like rooms but no real buildings or cities or anything. For example I remember a lounge with a media table and a TV on it in a small white room, there's no electricity so the electronics don't work nor any lights either.I also remember a wooden attic with spider webs but no spiders or anything; in interiors there's usually no windows or if there are they're simply black on the other side.Going from one place to another is just a matter of wanting to be there like a reflex, there's no conventional travel as everywhere is self-contained.The places that have other people are made for purpose, usually for playing. I remember a lot of mazes of corridors where we would play tag. Everyone already knows everyone else, there's no judgement or animosity or anything human like that.Food isn't needed or desired either, no urges (no sex), really nothing human. No physical sensations at all, only emotional ones and only ever positive ones unless engaging in a story (for example here in ordinary life you get sad reading a sad book, but it's more for the purpose of excitement and if it really made you feel awful you wouldn't read them; so engaging in 'bad' emotions is purely for entertainment).Kept these memories since I was a kid because I thought they'd be worth remembering.
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