I was going through a tough time. I saw myself in a brown hoode robe walkng down a street with dead and dying people on each side. I realized I must have been a monk, a devout catholic. But having been a protestant this lifetime, I asked what a Catholic believed. Penance. So I put 2 and 2 together and realized I was doing penance for past lives. It made it go much better after that.
How come everyone who “remembers” a past life is always someone important or noble (hello, ross)? How come no one is ever a drunk who died face down in an alley in a pool of dirty water? You would think there would be a lot more of those than the important people. That’s why I don’t take past life memories seriously.
I haven’t done the traditional “past-life regression” session, but I have done a couple of face dancing sessions in the mirror. I saw my face become many different faces, most female, one with insane eyes, one was sort of Eskimo or perhaps Pacifc Islander-looking, one was male, there were others too. I didn’t recognize anyone famous. I won’t say for sure that these are the faces of past incarnations, but they did not resemble me as I am now.
I was going through a tough time. I saw myself in a brown hoode robe walkng down a street with dead and dying people on each side. I realized I must have been a monk, a devout catholic. But having been a protestant this lifetime, I asked what a Catholic believed. Penance. So I put 2 and 2 together and realized I was doing penance for past lives. It made it go much better after that.
I was stupid. I discovered how very much I hate wasting my money on a fake psychic.
How come everyone who “remembers” a past life is always someone important or noble (hello, ross)? How come no one is ever a drunk who died face down in an alley in a pool of dirty water? You would think there would be a lot more of those than the important people. That’s why I don’t take past life memories seriously.
I haven’t done the traditional “past-life regression” session, but I have done a couple of face dancing sessions in the mirror. I saw my face become many different faces, most female, one with insane eyes, one was sort of Eskimo or perhaps Pacifc Islander-looking, one was male, there were others too. I didn’t recognize anyone famous. I won’t say for sure that these are the faces of past incarnations, but they did not resemble me as I am now.