What if the people valued as the lowest in society are actually the people doing it right? Like they come to earth school and get totally kicked around in life by various circumstances which accelerates their growth?

given that memories are neural pathways------

https://www.nih.gov/news-events/nih-research-matters/memories-involve-replay-neural-firing-patterns

scientists are able to remove/reenact a memory in mouse:

https://scitechdaily.com/2026-nobel-prize-in-medicine-honors-breakthrough-that-lets-scientists-control-the-brain-with-light/

Anyone else have similar feelings?

Hello everyone,

I am writing to this community from Turkey, searching for any genealogical, historical, or institutional archive information regarding a woman named Ellen Everritt, who served in the Auxiliary Fire Service (AFS) / London Fire Brigade during World War II (records point to around 1942).

The reason behind my search is a highly specific historical coincidence that I am trying to research objectively.

About 4 to 5 years ago, when I was 23 or 24 years old, I had an incredibly vivid and detailed dream set during a wartime bombardment. In this dream, I found myself navigating chaotic streets, noticing very specific architectural layouts, and entering a library/archive building through a particular side entrance on the left. In the dream, I was acting as a protector, trying to shield a woman and a young girl (around 4–9 years old) in the midst of the chaos, and I later experienced a profound sense of guilt in an alleyway.

I have no British heritage, my English is basic, and I have never studied British wartime history—in fact, throughout my life, I have only ever read and researched Islamic history, and Mongol/Turkic history. However, during a personal research session, the phonetic sounds of the names "Lillian" and "Ellen" intensely came to my mind. Shortly after, I accidentally discovered the archive photograph of Ellen Everritt and experienced an overwhelming sense of visual recognition regarding her uniform and appearance.

Furthermore, upon checking the real-world historical locations, the structures from my dream perfectly match the layout of the York Minster Library (The Old Palace) and the adjacent Purey-Cust Lodge during the Baedeker Blitz on April 29, 1942—down to the specific side alleys and the rooflines.

I am approaching this with a purely objective and historical curiosity to see if any real-world connections or explanations exist. I would be profoundly grateful if anyone here could help with the following:

• Any genealogical leads on Ellen Everritt: Any information about her family branch, where she was stationed, if she survived the war, or her post-war life.
• Knowledge of AFS/Home Guard history in York: Is there any documented record of London AFS personnel or volunteers being present near the York Minster sector during the April 1942 raids? (As a side note, I did not experience a moment of physical death in my dream; instead, I suddenly found myself at a strange exit where a portal opened. I stepped through it alone because I didn't want the woman and the girl behind me to face the danger of crossing it. I have come to interpret this moment as the transition of death. Another detail is that there was no spoken dialogue in the dream; we seemed to move via telepathy, acting purely on deep instinct and feeling. The woman by my side in the dream was "Ellen," and together we were heading into the heart of the chaos to rescue that little girl.)
• Information on civilian rescue operations that night: Are there any records of civilians, specifically a woman and a young girl, being rushed into the archive stacks or vaults of the York Minster Library for protection during the bombing?

Thank you so much for your time and historical expertise.

Best regards from Turkey.

Hello!! I was talking with my friend recently about the various kinds of afterlives and which we'd prefer. One conversation stuck out to me and it was reincarnation. Ive always felt that if I were to be reincarnated, id just be so.. Done.. and tired. i feel this deep exhaustion in my soul when it comes to being alive. Not that I want to die or anything, I mean I used to have really serious suicidal ideation ever since I was 9 years old and maybe a little before that but since then, the feeling has gone away after getting on birth control to help with PMDD and getting away from abusive situations and everything. So I wouldn't necessarily do anything to leave this earth and I'd also do everything in my power to prevent it but in the event that I DID die, I just feel my soul become heavy and like.. Tired thinking about entering another entire life Id have to live. I wouldn't want to relive this one nor relive another separate life in another body in general.

It feels like when you have a ton of homework after already working a double shift at a busy Sonic or something. That like heavy, procrastination-y, exhausted feeling. That I-mean-if-I-have-to vibe. That I'd-do-anything-to-get-out-of-this desire.

It kind of feels like maybe I've already done this like once or twice maybe and my soul just feels so so bored and tired of it. It feels like a been-there, done-that situation. Maybe if I could remember this life, id be more inclined to relive one but if Im just doing it again for the hell of it and without any prior knowledge of all the effort ive done, it just seems so tiring to do it all again.

Does anyone feel this way as well? Im just curious :D!

-        Supposedly, we humans have been around for about 200 thousand years, with about 100 billion examples

-      Supposedly, we humans have been around for about 200,000 years and have produced about 100 billion examples

- If each human “self” can exist for only one finite time, the POTENTIAL number of human selves must be infinite…

-        The number of CURRENT human selves is said to be about 8 billion

-        If all of this is true, what is the probability that YOU would currently exist?

-        So far, my math yields 8 billion over infinity – or, a VERY little more than Zero

- In other words, nobody should be reading this, let alone writing it

- Oh well -- guess I shouldn't bother posting it either...

-        In other words, NOBODY should be reading this, let alone writing it

Oh well -- guess I shouldn’t bother posting it either…

Apologies for the long text. I truly have no one else to ask or talk to about these matters.

I am a 38-year-old woman and I have been an atheist for as long as I can remember. Due to my profession (I am a doctor) and my medical specialty, I encounter the death of 2 to 3 adult patients a week. Until the passing of my grandfather—one of my favorite people—12 years ago, I never had any doubts regarding either the afterlife or the belief in God. He reached out to me through a dream, which enabled me to fix an issue regarding a mix-up with his grave (it's a long story). I brushed it off at the time thinking "we are made of energy, and energy cannot be destroyed," but spiritually, this was the first thing that opened a door for me.

Over the last 3-4 months, I started getting interested in spiritual topics. Most recently, a few days ago, I stumbled upon a regression video on YouTube (around 40 minutes long). Deep down, I didn't really believe in it, but I was curious and decided to try it.

First of all, I should mention that the dominant religion of the country where I was born and raised is not Judaism. But weirdly I called my grandma ‘bubby’ since I was a baby. Although I have a few Jewish friends, I have no personal connection or background knowledge, yet I've always felt drawn to it. I tried to understand their language, liked their culture, and could never quite explain this curiosity.

When I tried following this video, after a while, I went to a place I had never seen or known in my life. I saw a manhole cover beneath my feet and the asymmetrical iron frame on it. I saw the unevenness of the cobblestones/pavement stones, and I looked at the buildings. Technical details like the number of floors, the ratio of wooden materials, etc., stayed in my mind. In front of me was a girl around 10 years old; she wasn't my child, but I felt that bored, obligated sense of responsibility as I waited for someone with her. I remember the heavy brown boots on my feet and my long ruffled skirt. The girl was also wearing a dress with a long ruffled skirt. Then suddenly I snapped out of it and returned to my own life. I couldn't go any further and somehow woke up (though I wasn't actually asleep).

When I put all the details together, I researched online and found that it corresponded to a era after 1910. With the help of AI, I saw that it could be a Jewish neighborhood. While examining Prague and Vienna one by one, I was shocked by one of the old postcard photos I found. I am almost 99% sure it was Judenplatz, where the Jewish Museum currently stands.

My question to you is: why couldn't I proceed further, given that I want to see more? Is there a YouTube account or content you could recommend to me? I ask myself if I was just imagining it, but every detail and the feelings I experienced during that moment are so vivid in my mind that I am now certain it was a real memory.

Hello,

I am conducting an archive-based historical research from Turkey regarding the Auxiliary Fire Service (AFS) during World War II.

I am looking for any official war diaries, deployment logs, or station records regarding Ellen Everritt (London AFS personnel, c. 1942 - Mary Evans ID: 46868133).

Specifically, I am trying to verify if any London AFS units or emergency volunteers were temporarily deployed to Yorkshire during the York Baedeker Blitz on April 29, 1942. Additionally, I am looking for civil defense logs regarding emergency civilian evacuations into the vaults of the York Minster Library (The Old Palace) during that specific raid.

If you have any academic sources, declassified service rolls, or local history records regarding these points, please share.

Thank you for your archival assistance.