[DevaRextusidis]

hello all. first, i don't know where to put this post, but i feel it has something to do with divine cosmos, as it almost speaks about our spirit.

first of all, i want to ask you all the same question:

what do you remember before being in your body, the one you are in right now?

as for me, i always remembered one thing, and i can clearly see again what i was seeing.

i was in space, surrounded by stars... the black universe seemed infinite, and i could see countless stars all around me. i did not feel bad, pain, and actually i was somehow *floating* in the universe, around stars.

i do not have any specific souvenirs, but stars is what i can remember.
and thus, i believe more and more in david and his friends work

btw. i remember too that before the age of 3 or 4, i have absolutely no idea what happened. i just can remember something kind of strange.

i was in the universe, then, i don't really know how, i suddenly appeared in my baby body. for a day, then i went back to stars, and probably for a few days or weeks, i can't say, then go back in my body.
the very earliest day i can remember in my life, i had a birthday at home, i think for my mother, and i showed my mother's cake proudly to my cousins


i would like to know if other people had similar experiences.
i don't believe mine is unique, but might be rare to remember such things.
cause this star image is really really written in my brain and it is as true as my breath.

peace and love to everyone

[drgshmcm]

as for me, i always remembered one thing, and i can clearly see again what i was seeing.

i was in space, surrounded by stars... the black universe seemed infinite, and i could see countless stars all around me. i did not feel bad, pain, and actually i was somehow *floating* in the universe, around stars.

hi djonne,

your memory of stars and floating in the universe strikes a cord with me. when i was very young, i lived far up north where the night sky predominates for most of the winter with occasional northern lights. so i would wake up and go to school in the dark and return from school in the dark and we spent a lot of time outdoors skating etc. in the winter. i had what some would call out of body experiences where i was just floating outside of earth's atmosphere and seeing the black universe punctuated by stars...feeling very free & unburdened. but i never looked back down on myself so were they obe's?

and when i was seven or eight, while i was in my grandmother's backyard at a family get-together in the summer i remember clearly seeing the web as best illustrated in alex grey's work. sort of like this http://www.posters57.com/images/cate.../alex_gray.jpg but it was daytime.

i've also had visions of living in ancient egypt and messages that seem to come from that existence like the message to "worship the sun". these visions and messages have encouraged my research into egypt and the ancient mysteries. i also had a dream once that i was shot in the back of the head right at the top of my spine and then read the next day that king tut had an injury to his head in that spot and some investigators were looking into whether or not that was the death blow.

that's a brief history of some of the visions and memories i have. i try not to take any of it too personally. i look at it like i'm getting information from the collective consciousness to spur me on to look for more information and to grow in certain directions. a feeling of specialness can encourage us to pursue our enlightenment but i've noticed that this feeling of being special can turn into a massive ego and the danger is getting stuck at a certain stage of development.

best wishes,
stacy

[attanilifardy]

i remember this very clearly. i was five years old, sitting on my potty, and suddenly woke up, wt?? what am i doing here? what is this place? i don't belong here. i will never never never forget that moment.

then later, looking up at the stars, yearning. when puberty hit and all hell broke loose, all i could think was get me out of here! cosmic consciousness episodes, oh yes, this is how it's supposed to be. some sixties experiences,
oh ya, i remember this, no, don't make me go back!

what a ride. it's all starting to make a bit of sense now, thank god. there is hope yet. i used to be able to go into past life experiences at will, but so what? how did that change what is happening now, and where do i go from here?

i am this tiny human being on this tiny little planet, having this tiny little experience. there is a vast universe out there, waiting to be rediscovered. polarity, ok, been there done that. next please!

[finnmontserrat]

has anyone heard of this? casually, consciously, remembering details of other lifetimes without regression or hypnosis? i see people discuss the phenomenon in children, but usually it's just the child's most recent lifetime and the ability fades with age. what i"m talking about is remembering dozens of lifetimes, as an adult, and the ability doesn't fade away at all it actually gets stronger.

"remembering who you are" might be a way to describe it but how often does it happen exactly like this? like an enormous veil of amnesia fading away? then you're left with details like names of friends, floor-plans of houses, skylines of cities from hundreds or thousands of years ago, nuances of cultures that may be long gone. and those things are as detailed as your room when you were a kid in this life. what could it mean? is it something that happens with ascension?

i've been trying to make sense of this since 2007 when it started happening to me. one spring afternoon i was eating raw oysters and i felt a faint trembling in my mouth, like i was a child trying to keep from crying. out of curiosity i pursued the source of this trembling, using the oysters as a trigger, eventually i found a deep sadness connected to the taste of the food. soon i was on my knees crying, locked in the bathroom, sobbing and quaking and gasping for air over a trauma that didn't even fit it with my life as i knew it, because apparently when it happened i was a little girl living in japan. pre-war japan judging from the technology. except i've never been to japan, and i'm not a girl, i'm a man, a construction worker who doesn't cry often by the way.

but here i was mourning my father from a hundred years ago. he was a fisherman, our family lived on the shore and father would come in late at night in his boat, sound the horn and flash a signal light through the window onto the wall of the bedroom i shared with my mother. we'd get up and help him unload his catch quickly before daybreak when we'd sort everything to bins and sell it to a hungry japanese village that would crowd in and buy everything fresh, first come first serve. it was our family income.

i was very young, very small and not much help. but my father would give me raw oysters as a treat for helping him and mother unload the boat, it was something i always looked forward to. one night he forgot to bring the oysters and i was sad and asked him why. he was so ashamed about forgetting, that once the boat was emptied he actually went back out to sea just to make me happy. except that night he never came back, he was never seen again, lost in black night of the sea outside japan forever, his boat drifted ashore days later and it was assumed that he had died but there was no closure. so not only did i lose a father, i blamed myself for his death and with life as hard as it was back then, there was no time to grieve, my mother and i had to keep the family business going out of a need for our own survival.

i could keep going with this story and eventually fill a novel. i remember that life now like that back of my hand. but back in 2007, i was on my knees sobbing over a loss that happened 100 years ago but was so clear in my memory it could have been 2006. it felt so good to release that emotional trauma. then months later, one by one, trauma by trauma, more lifetimes became accessible and slowly this process of trans-incarnational memory became second nature. such a subjective experience, unprovable, and private, it's something i've hardly told anyone about. as much as it kills me not to talk about it, all i"m after really is to know first and foremost that i'm not the only person this memory phenomenon has happened to.