Klaud
Senior Member
Ancient Mongolia- I was some kind of a wandering warrior who feared absolutely nothing and was the kind of dude who'd kill you just for looking at him wrong. I just recently discovered this one (literally within the last two weeks or so), so I haven't seen a lot of it yet. Yesterday, I just happened to see a video of the Mongolian steppes and cried because it was so beautifully familiar.
Ancient Rome- I was a thief who was arrested and tossed into the ring with a gladiator who killed me in front of a cheering crowd. I initially saw this one in a dream (and other parts of it during a meditation later on), and most everywhere that gladiator cut me with his sword, I now have a tiny red dot on my skin in this life from the entry point of the blade. I have one on each hand and they're all over my arms.
A peasant who fought in the King's War in England. Most of what I felt from this life was perpetual hunger. I don't think that poor man ever had enough to eat, but he's probably the reason I could eat my weight in fresh bread now.
An Indian spice trader along the Silk Road, who was mugged and killed en route.
A Native American man in the 1750s. I died trying to protect my wife (a former boss in this life) when we were attacked by another tribe. Strangely enough, my boss and I both have a rather large mole right in the exact same spot from where we were shot with arrows. This was the only one I saw in any kind of real detail.
1996-me
Ancient Rome- I was a thief who was arrested and tossed into the ring with a gladiator who killed me in front of a cheering crowd. I initially saw this one in a dream (and other parts of it during a meditation later on), and most everywhere that gladiator cut me with his sword, I now have a tiny red dot on my skin in this life from the entry point of the blade. I have one on each hand and they're all over my arms.
A peasant who fought in the King's War in England. Most of what I felt from this life was perpetual hunger. I don't think that poor man ever had enough to eat, but he's probably the reason I could eat my weight in fresh bread now.
An Indian spice trader along the Silk Road, who was mugged and killed en route.
A Native American man in the 1750s. I died trying to protect my wife (a former boss in this life) when we were attacked by another tribe. Strangely enough, my boss and I both have a rather large mole right in the exact same spot from where we were shot with arrows. This was the only one I saw in any kind of real detail.
1996-me
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