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Does anyone else recall loved ones from past lives?

I think, if you remember someone from a past life, it's for a reason.

I'm going to share my PL memories here, it's nice to let it all out. They mostly came to me in dreams. Generally the same dream, but with more details. I apologize if this is formatted weird, it's kind of directed at the one I lost? I wrote this a little while back.

We were dumb and in love. I believe I was 16 and you were 18 when I first got pregnant. Something like that, anyway. In second trimester, I miscarried, and became extremely depressed for a while.

Nonetheless, you stayed by my side. I got through it, even though there were still some rough days.

Eventually, you had go serve in the war. I don't know which one. Before you left, I fell pregnant again. We were overjoyed, because we thought I couldn't.

I lost it again. I was alone, as you still hadn't come back, and terrified. You were so happy, and so was I. I had to deal with the loss of my second child alone, and the fear you'd leave me because of my trouble bearing a child.

And then you came back. This is my favourite part. This is what the dreams were centered around, and sometimes it was just this. Me waiting for you to come back, and rushing to you when I saw you. I can't explain how happy I was.

You were home for a while, I fell pregnant again and you wanted to stay with me this time. To be there for me. There was less food, but we were happy. We did the best with what we could, and tried to live every day to the fullest.

You had to leave again, not as long this time. Back to the war. This time, I was sure everything would be fine. I made it to third trimester.

Someone told me you were killed in action. I was devastated. I mourned the loss of you every waking second. My third, was stillborn.

Not long after that, I gave up on life. I blamed myself for the loss of your child, probably because of the stress. And I killed myself.

I believe this was real. I believe he was real. The loss I feel sometimes, when I see someone that looks familiar, tells me so.

It doesn't plague me, the loss of you, but I still think about it sometimes.

What a nice little tragedy we had, huh?

Even if all I remember was you, and that in which involved you.
 
That is a sad recall Tabitha, Welcome to the forum and thank you for sharing your story. Do you have that person in your life now? One of my daughters is on this forum, primariallyrecalling her OOBE experiences whereas I mainly only have conversations with my Guide with tw short visions of her and I together but each of us changed in sex and probably gender. Do you have a connection to any of the children? Can you recall the nationality? Do you recall what his uniform looked like?
 
I'm still not sure. I will come across them eventually, I'm sure of that. Just don't know if I have yet. I'm certain I have a connection with one of the children. As for nationality, not sure. It could have been British, German, or American. I remember what he looked like, and I believe his uniform was somewhere between blue and green. It's incredible that you were able to meet one of your daughters.
 
Tabitha,

Welcome to the forum! :)

Gosh, your post reminds me of my WWII German lifetime. I’ve noted it here in other posts, but I was Jewish and the love of my life was in the SS. I was pregnant three times, the first one was born in 1930 (we courted and I fell pregnant during Germany’s Great Depression and hyperinflation) and the others I either miscarried or aborted ( I still am healing from that one...) the miscarriage (of twins) was in May 1942 and the abortion was in the late 1930’s.

When the love of my life was murdered in June 1942, it wasn’t in a battlefield. It was in a hospital, and I watched it happen. They tried to sedate me so I would forget but I never did and never will. Anyways, I wanted to commit suicide too. I alway think that if I did not have the close friend around me that I did, I would have jumped off the Moldau bridge in Prague into Vltava River. I didn’t want to live anymore, but staying for our daughter is what got me through. It was literally brainwashed into me for weeks whenever I felt defeated.

It seems as if this person was your twin flame/soulmate. During wartime, frontline troops were often allowed “breaks” and often returned home to loved ones. You both more than likely took whatever chance you could get to be with each other.

If it “feels” real then IT IS REAL. Sometimes pain and loss is so immense at the time we died in a past life it becomes trapped in the soul and we choose to bring it back to heal. Well that’s been my case anyway.

Hope this has helped a little,
Eva x
 
That’s a tragic story. Just to let you know, I’m not the most emotional person so my reply may seem a bit insensitive. I apologise in advance. Anyway, what caught my attention was that you got pregnant really young. I thought that in the 20th century and earlier, it was rare and a 1 in a million kind of thing but I guess I was wrong. It was probably more common than I thought. I mean, personally, in my past life, my ex-girlfriend and I had a child when we were 15. I was more scared than happy because I didn’t want to father a child when I was a kid myself. I’m surprised that the two of you didn’t panic because I surely did, especially considering the fact ghat you were around my age. Now I feel like a heartless person reading this because I highly encouraged my ex to abort the baby before leaving her for another girl. I had a lot of exes but I only truly loved 1 of my lovers and she was the girl I got married to for life but that’s another story for another day. Are you aware of the dates of your lover’s death?

Speaking of loss, I don’t feel it that much right now. I suffered too many of them before the war. The first person I lost was my older brother and I was 8. That made me highly depressed that I resorted to vices(mainly sex and alcohol) to make me happy. More losses were to come for me during the war, including my older sister, mother, baby daughter/bambina, British cousin(who died from a bombing by the Germans), best friend/step brother and some of my friends. After the war, I was happy despite losing the people I loved because I was grateful that at least my wife survived. That was enough for me. Even better that we started a new family so I eventually got less depressed to the point that I didn’t really need to resort to vices anymore because I had kids to take care of. They kept me busy and distracted enough.

On a side note, welcome to the forum
 
Thanks Tabitha, for letting us read your past life experiences. Lost love and lost beloved children -- very strong emotions involved.

In my own case, or should I say cases, I still do not understand how this remember things works. Sometimes I can remember being a parent, but also in the same life not being able to access that I was the parent of yet another child. Why I don't know. I have my theories, though. One was that there were things around the period when the second child was born that were so painful so I was not allowed to remember this and along the way even the child was erased. It was not until years of living with flashbacks and dreams that I finally realized I had had yet another child. This child was just as loved as the other child by me, I had longed for it and had loved it from first sight, so it could not have been a matter of lack of love why I did not remember.

Overall I have learned to be more humble when trying to read my past life right, there could be important pieces missing, important people missing. Things I thought I understood right, but I really didn't.

I understand when you write about the longing for your man. I seemed to have been in a similar situation -- missing my man who was at sea. I had one memory of being by the sea and sitting down, looking out on it, longing for him. I could swear I saw to my left a small child play, the awareness that it was a child, and it was a boy, but when I had this memory I thought for sure I had mixed up my past lives. I know I was a mother in a future life from that one, and hanging around at the beach with my son, being there in the evening, so I really thought that this suddenly arrived into my first memory.

After researching a specific ( real ) person that I think I could have been, I have found out now from several sources that she had a child when she was young and unmarried. There is information both about her and the child that is hidden, while it is not hidden when it comes to other family members and this was a close family who lived together, 3 generations in the same household, and lived on the same block as other family members. From what I can see now things were meant to be hidden and her loved one's protective hands can be read between the lines of various official documents once they are put together. I remembered thinking the best thing I could do under the circumstances was to have an abortion ( which was illegal ), but the man I loved came with my father to prevent any such thoughts and actions in a very dramatic way, as if he was afraid he came too late. I also felt in my heart very much that I did not want to do it ( an abortion ), but felt desperate. I still am not sure if the person I am researching on is really past life me, but there has been circumstances, coincidences that is pointing in that direction. If I really was her then my only memory of the boy was a very flick moment of knowing there was a child on the beach and no one else around and with the concern of the young child's age no parent or someone else in charge would let this child play there without supervision, so it ought to have belonged to me. Still, it is sad that that is all I have of him.

It is strange really -- when one does not have more memories one wants it. Then sometimes when one has memories one does not want them because it makes you long for the past too much and dying to find out what happened to this person or persons you once knew and loved. Luckily, what has been taught is that we reincarnate in soul groups and we will return to be together again.

/Jaimie
 
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That’s a tragic story. Just to let you know, I’m not the most emotional person so my reply may seem a bit insensitive. I apologise in advance. Anyway, what caught my attention was that you got pregnant really young. I thought that in the 20th century and earlier, it was rare and a 1 in a million kind of thing but I guess I was wrong. It was probably more common than I thought.

It was a little less common, at least in the 20th century, but teen pregnancy definitely happened. It just wasn't as talked about or acceptable as it is now. If you got pregnant young and unmarried, your family was liable to ship you off somewhere until you had the baby. I probably only exist because of a teen pregnancy; my great-great grandma got pregnant at 16 and her parents raised the baby as their own.
 
Welcome to the forum Tabitha! Some of those memories can be very painful, but some of them can be really pleasant too. I agree that we run into people for a reason, even if we don't always know what it is.

My mother in a PL (who died giving birth to me) is someone who's been bouncing in and out of my current life for 20 years. We have the oddest relationship in this one lol.
 
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It was a little less common, at least in the 20th century, but teen pregnancy definitely happened. It just wasn't as talked about or acceptable as it is now. If you got pregnant young and unmarried, your family was liable to ship you off somewhere until you had the baby. I probably only exist because of a teen pregnancy; my great-great grandma got pregnant at 16 and her parents raised the baby as their own.

In my German WWII lifetime I was 19 when I fell pregnant. We were engaged to be married, and had of been married by the time I had my baby if I had not been so ill. So we had the baby out of wedlock and my love’s mother was not impressed.

Mama and Papa were very angry when we told them I was pregnant, but her unconditional love won out in the end and she supported me in keeping the baby. Papa wanted to send me away, but I was already studying at the time in another city so it worked out well.

Eva x
 
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