This has been really bothering me lately. I am expecting her to greet me with open arms.

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!

I have a very realistic dreams that feel more like hoping into someone's memories than anything, really. In dreams I know I'm dreaming, I have my own consciousness, thoughts and emotions, I just am in someone's mind like a passenger that can see and experience this other person emotions, see their thoughts, feel what they feel and so on. It isn't one person, I jump countries, situations, different decades and so on, so I'm not even sure if it's something for this group.

I really don't mind that, dreams are dreams, but it just occurred to me that I know things I really shouldn't be knowing and they are way too natural. About whole different countries and cultures, architecture I have never seen before, language and idioms from languages I didn't even hear in my life. Some things I checked and it turned out to be accurate, some things I have not enough information to check myself.

I want to ask here, because I don't know where else to ask to confirm another thing. I dreamt about two women, one at home and the one I was, was coming back from somewhere. I have only part of a weird layout of flat (definitely not something that would be built on my continent), where half the kitchen had half-walls and I think the sink was separate on the opposite wall near window. It's such atypical thing for my whole continent that I'm curious if it really exists or not. I think it was around 90', very colorful flat with fabrics and beaded things, but it didn't exactly look western. I think it was somewhere in Asia, but i think the women emigrated from somewhere.

Maybe someone knows anything about cultures with separate sink that sounds familiar?

Also I'd gladly hear what would you call this hyperrealistic dreams. They don't bother me as such, but they certainly made me curious. They aren't reoccurring, they are not a sign of trauma or caused by any medication, I had them since I remember. The people in whose head I am in my dreams feels emotions completely different to me, thinks differently in ways that I'd never could, I feel all of their senses and experiences very accurately, smells, sounds, taste, how fabrics feels on this person's skin, their pain, but I know it's not mine. So, any thoughts?

Not sure if this is the right community, so hopefully I don’t upset anyone.

So, I helped raise my little brother, from around age 2 (I was 10) we were inseparable.
It was him being born that got me through some very very dark times. He gave me reason to live.

before he brother passed, a few years ago, he told me that when he goes he would come back to tell me all about it (provided he could).
He was convinced he’d go before me.

He also joked that he would make my feet itch. I had told him at the time I’d haunt him worse, and make his hands itch. He thought that was ridiculous lol.

A year before he went, he told me he was happy I fell in love, because he had been waiting to know I would be okay.

A week after he died, my hands itched like they had psoriasis.

And last week, I was rolling a joint by myself. Suddenly, in my head I heard “you still suck at that”.
His voice. Out of the blue. I figured I was having an episode or something, but I entertained it and replied.
He teased me like he used to, and told me not to say sorry (again).

Then I asked him wth? Why hadn’t I heard from him and what the hell is he going through.

He said it took him 9 months to have free will again. That the first nine months is like a rebirth, a hibernation of the self to process the data gathered during life and determine the next step. He said it was confusing, like a dream with a plot that he had to figure out before waking up.

Then he said that it’s basically like it is here, but without time or pain.
You can travel, but it isn’t a walking or moving sensation. You’re just there.

He described it as the soul becoming a save file, it can’t access any new data (you’re an autopilot version of yourself, unable to entertain new ideas, change your mind or experience anything new).
I laughed and ate a dorito chip, saying “so you can’t have any?”
He said “no bish, but I can experience that first crunch for as long as a want.”
Like a vivid dream. It isn’t new, it’s a re-creation of what’s already happened.

He said that life as WE know it is the engine, the cosmic possibility generator. He said that life wouldn’t be motivated to do anything unless spurred on by the chaos of life.
That that’s the reason people re-incarnate is to “update” their save file. Chasing after a perfect eternal form.

I guess that first nine months though really matters. He said that your existence is essentially reduced down to whatever point of focus you have/whatever has your current attention. If you obsesses over a concept or memory, you can either become something akin to a demon, or end up replaying that memory over and over again infinitely.

He said that heaven used to be heaven, it was filled with simple people that wanted peace. And now it’s whatever you make it. Intentionally or not. You could end up re-living your worst hell if you don’t have a handle on it.

And that it’s very hard to interact with this world bc you need an insane amount of attention. Like you’re pulling together time and space to function inside a single moment.
But it’s easier if we call them. They can hear when we put our focus/attention onto them, and it makes it easier to reincarnate or communicate.

Our conversation stopped abruptly and he disappeared when he asked me to come with him. He said it like it was a “duh” moment, like “cmon! Let’s go!”.
(He knew what this meant, I could tell he knew)
I told him I couldn’t, and felt the excitement drain from him. I said I didn’t even know if this was real, and that I want to see what this life has left in it. He just went quiet and left.

Honestly just need to share this. I feel insane.

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?

Hello This is an old throwaway account but I came back to it for this. I think i might have live a life before. I remember things that I shouldn't have no idea of what it was like they range from a child in the 90's too a young teen? in the 2000's. I remember a cute pink room and old tech and toys like big chunky computers and those old colorful see through tech toys. I have a strong attraction to old tech now and love old 90's and 2000's stuff. Neopets is one of my favorite things but like whenever i play it/ see it old merch i feel like i lived it before and had stuff like it before. Does anyone know what to do about this feeling. i feel it just ends sometime in the young teen years like that previous life died then.

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 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.

Anyone else have similar feelings?

Previous to my coma I was an atheist. I had knowledge of Christianity and vague info on some other religions but not really Hinduism or Hindu gods at all.

I was In a coma and had a massive spiritual experience, I went through what I can only explain to be soul trials. I’ll eventually write it all down.
But the headline was- that I’m supposed to share with people is that reincarnation is real and we need to look after the planet because when you die you’ll be reincarnated as a baby and you don’t get a choice of when, where or the wealth and status of that family or how traumatic or nurturing your upbringing will be.

The purpose of life is love and connection and there’s also something about dancing. We need to dance, go to live music and connect. It’s all energy and collective dancing is one of the biggest energy creators/connectors.

We need to look after the world and everyone in it. I came to the conclusion that solar punk is the way forward but that’s just me. Probably universal basic income too.

I saw the Hindu god ganesh and I knew nothing about him before. And I saw lakshmi on the way out of the coma. Lots of lotus symbolism. For context I’m white British In a predominantly white very backwards and isolated area so I’m really not accustomed to any of these symbols or beliefs.

Also human history is far vaster than we currently believe. Historians just aren’t keen on re-writing it. It’s not important to remember your past lives, in fact if you try to you might end up dying from your body processing the trauma. I’ve processed a fair amount of mine and it’s pretty horrific processing a lot of deaths I’ll be honest. It’s also part of why I nearly didn’t survive. I woke up with this insane amount of optimism and also I was told (by the deities) that I need to share this so please just tell everyone it’s real. We could they tell them even on the off chance it’s not - better safe than sorry really. But it is. Oh and the deities are the same ones that people see with DMT they just take different forms, and your brain releases that before you die. Also generally, make good choices. Karma is also: if you do good things you become a good person and that’s the reward. And if you do bad things you become a bad person and that’s the punishment. We are the sum of our choices. Very basic but hard in practice.
Happy to answer any questions.

-        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…

Tenho várias vidas passadas que já comentei e quis falar aqui nesta sub e tive uma vida passada na Índia como uma jovem exploradora Índiana.

Sempre me interessei ver as montanhas no Nepal e do monte everest .

Tenho sonhos vividos já dizem tudo

Me via em preto e branco e via um grupo de mulheres eu era a líder neste grupo

E tinha duas mulheres que devem ter morri*

Sei que estamos explorando uma das montanhas do Nepal.

E hoje a minha prima colocou uma música Índiana no carro e tive um flash de memória

Me via dançado música Índiana e me apresentando para o meu noivo e seus parentes.

Theory and what’s others thoughts on it?

Not sure if this has been talked about before even thought it probably was.

I heard if reincarnation exist then we will eventually reach a final one. However what does it look like is there a way to tell if you or someone is on your last one.

I reach a point in my life where I have no hate towards anyone. And I see everyone as equal. I am also transgender and was told that might also be proof I already lived many lives before. I also heard that if the soulmate thing exists eventually a soul will reach a life where it will not want a partner. I gave up on dating and decided to never again purse romantic love.

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/

Where does this belief that you choose your next life or how you’re reincarnated next time come from?

From my NDE/coma this is totally not true. It sounds nice and hopeful but so many of us have had awful lives (they’re tests and soul development btw) I don’t know how people justify the idea we could have chosen it?

Can person A reincarnate as person B even if person A is alive during the birth of person B?