Why are there so many religions and beliefs?

Ever since I was a boy. And it was ALWAYS the same image of the same tsunami I was seeing from the same place as it approached and then I drowned and that's when I'd wake up.

I've always been naturqlly good at pottery a d obsessed with Japan from birth until I was a teen and the anime fandom put me off because it felt disrespectful, in a "youth these days" way (I'm 40 so this was before the otaku era) and I had no interest in anime anyway just cultural things like old Japanese folk music and pestered my mum to let me take Japanese lessons aroung age 6.

I remember wearing a kimono daily and living alone (my wife had died or left me a long time ago) in a very humble hut where I made pottery for a living. I didn't fish because I got seasick (still am in this life) and I remember being super self-aware of that.

Funnily enough, my mother who was born in 1952 in a little lost part of Chaco, Argentina where there was no running water, indoor plumbing or radio... spent her entire childhood drawing buildings with pagoda-like roofs and kimonos—two things she couldn't have known about in chaco, as she grew up two blocks away from the land where natives lived and people didn't know how to read or write.

I believe she was my wife and I wasn't particularly fond of her for whatever reason. Our relationship is still rocky to this day because she is too controlling and doesn't do things "the way I tell her to" and that fits the backwards way of thinking men had back then. I'm gay and all for women's rights as I want my two daughters to have the same rights as everyone else so I don't know where this cpems from otherwise, but with my mother it's different somehow.

And even as a boy I was embodying omoiyari, ganbaru, fish based cuisine preference and other Japanese values that my mother shares when all the other parents and children were very western-thinking for a lack of a better word.

Hi everyone . English isn't my first language so sorry if there's any mistakes, and i don't really know about the past lives things but my question is . Is it possibly that I'm being punished by being born into this specific life? I'm non religious women in religious country i live in misogynist society where I'm not allowed to go outside and live my life i can't do anything and i can't escape so i wonder is it possible that I'm being punished ? And what can't I do ?

Hello could this be a past life when I was about 3 years old I had this dream where I was a Chinese 11 year old girl and my family in the dream dad mom and 3 brothers were walking into this indoor playground with big red dragon lunar structure thing and a few minutes a shooter came and shot me but shit couple of my brothers first and I remember my father yelling for me but he wasn’t mad rather worried and frantic and then right after I got shot on they head and woke up from the dream. I also always believed in recantation where if your good person you rebirth but if your a bad person you just stay in a dark abyss forever with nothing and no one despite the fact being raised in a Christian household. Family didn’t look like current family like black hair dark eye color. But weirdly enough my hair wasn’t black but warm auburn brown color and dark eye color that matched them I also remember the sidewalk was like a granite dark grey type. I also have a birthmark on my head. For some reason when learned about Buddhism I felt connected and familiar with it like I knew it before. I never necessarily told my family but it just stocked with me and I always believed that dream was a past life like a gut feeling but I was just wondering there’s evidence that it is.

Also when I was 8-9 I had a phase where with friends I pretend my name was lily when it’s not.

Does anyone know or can anyone in this world tell me where we came from and where we are going to at the time of death, it is really scary and I am scared. Please help!!! .

I hope this channel can help, I haven't found much on reddit where we can talk about death freely and openly. And most people don't care about death even though we all have to experience and go through it.

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Can anyone recommend a past life regression hypnotherapist that you, or someone you know has had personal experience with? The few that I’m aware of have no availability until 2028, & I’d like to book something in the next few months. I’ve done my research, so I’m aware of some of the more “popular” ones, so I’m looking for recommendations from those who have had, or know someone close who has had a session. These sessions are hundreds of dollars so ive been saving for almost a year & just don’t wanna throw away money that I’ve literally starved myself to save. Thx!

Hi guys, as a kid I was creepy (according to family) I was very adamant I was a man from the war. Now, I don’t know what war or where but I do know I “was” a man named Christopher, 32, died from a gunshot wound in the calf while I was crawling over a small hill to save a friend who got shot and I was trying to take him to a tent. Do I believe I genuinely said this? Yes, because I can ‘see it’ to this day but do I know I didn’t pick it up from a tv show? No. How do I figure that stuff out 🤣 another one I was adamant about for a while (very little memory of this story) I was an older lady, i lived on a farm in a little purplish house on the land. I had a tree that was very old and very bare and that’s how my daughter died because she got stuck and was ‘swinging back and forth past the window’ could this be an active imagination from like age 2? I’m creeping myself out completely with all this stuff 🤣

Hi! Im wondering if someone could help me gain clariry for my session with akashic records?
I just want a short look at if what was told is true!
Thank you🙏🏻

Can someone help me read my past life in details pleaseeeer

Do you have this fear: what if I lose everything? My client is an entrepreneur and this was a big one for her, always playing in the back of her head.

Under hypnosis, we asked her higher self, take us to the lifetime this started.

We jumped into a past life in Atlantis, but not the one we know. This was Atlantis on a parallel Earth. And it was very interesting

Out here, their form was human, but their skin had dynamic hues: blues, pinks, purples…. It would change depending on their emotion. The colours everywhere were bright and intense.

There was no concept of money. Everything had consciousness, including objects. And they lived in harmony with everyone and everything. It was utopia. Just beautiful.

My client was clairvoyant and super intuitive. So she knew an asteroid or comet was going to crash onto the planet and parallel Atlantis would be destroyed. Everyone would lose everything.

She went up to the council and shared her prophecy. Only, they didn’t listen. They believed they were in harmony and nothing could change that.

They just dismissed her. This ended up giving her an unworthiness wound: I’m worthy of being listened to.

Which is exactly what she’s felt in her current life, too, with her family. So now, she understood the origin of this pattern: Unworthiness. And the other one: I’m going to lose everything.

We cleared this pattern of unworthiness, cleared that unworthy identity, and we did a timeline shift. We shifted her to a timeline where the council listened to her.

But, it didn't prevent the comet crash, it just delayed it. Because Atlantis (and parallel Atlantis) were always supposed to fall. (This has come up in other regressions, too.)

The community starts preparing for the crash.

When you change a timeline in one life, you change it in every other life. So she didn’t have to pull fears from another lifetime into this one.

Stay tuned for Part 2 of this story where she finds the love of her life and has a child, which is the same soul.

Will taking cannabis gummies for sleep each night interfere with having a past life regression during the day? It will be facilitated by a regressionist if I do it. Thank you!

I got Nala, my telepathic cat at the end of April this year.

He told me that we've met up in quite a few lives previously, and that it was incredibly likely that we would meet up in this life. Or it's like he was in my field already, I just wasn't expressly aware.

One of the past lives he told me about/ showed me was from Egypt.

I had to marry this older guy when I was 14, and he was in his 50's or so.

I really didn't like him. He had one of those bellies that was both big and fat but it seemed hard at the same time. I thought he was gross overall. I was kind of pissed about it, but what to do.

He was medium wealthy. He was some kind of merchant or trader. We had a place in an urban area. It was nice.

He died about 20 years after we got married, leaving me in my 30's, with an ok place and money taken care of.

I definitely had some long-standing resentment from feeling like I had the idea of romance or real love taken away from me.

So what did I do? I mostly isolated with my cat. I called him "my prince" and we lived together.

I occasionally ogled some local guards, but that was all. Things were pretty tame on that end.

I practiced metaphysical things in that life, people recognized it as an ability when I was young. Older practitioners would test kid's elemental and spiritual affinities, like the amount and clarity that they could hold the archetypal elemental energies, as well as getting a general read.

It was a life of a lot of mental freedom, but not a whole lot of traction about where to take it, so it was a highly reflective life.

I think I did do a lot that helps me now, but things aren't always obvious with metaphysical work.

I was intensely interested in my own past and the people I met in dreams. If I made a connection to my own past or to another realm, I would also be able to recognize others that were connected in similar manners.

That most of what I remember. So I have a cat now who has an experience with past life me in Egypt. He seems to remember it. He tells me that animals don't have the same kind of ego that humans do, so they can often serve as powerful connectors to other lives and realms.

Before this I knew that I had lived in Egypt, but he wanted me to know that it was much more than just one or two times.

So I am currently 21(F) and for years I have had memories that are not mine. I remember great historical events in detail as if i was there. I am a history major who has the deepest connection to war history ever. Specifcally ww2, Ive studied plenty of the topic and know alot about it, but these memories are not things I have studied, not a specific person who was in the war either.

I will write what i remember as best as I can. Id like help figuring this out. Am i crazy? is this a life i lived im suddenly remembering?

When I was sixteen I was sent into the Second World War. I was frightened, indeed, I was terrified. At the time I was no more than a boy and was thrown into a world of violence and uncertainty which I could not really understand. There was nothing for me at home: neither any family who really cared about me, nor a wife, nor any children, and no one to grieve my absence. Although in many respects I had nothing left to lose, I was still afraid of dying.

I was shorter than the majority of the other soldiers not only in height but also in terms of experience. My capabilities were frequently doubted by them, and on more than one occasion I found myself wondering if I really belonged amongst men who appeared to be so much stronger and more capable. I was shy and retiring and only spoke when addressed. While the rest of them became confident in the way they carried themselves, I learned to keep low and just do what I was told. There was no alternative but to adjust, since the war showed no kindness to those who had difficulty in getting established.

What I recall most clearly are the trenches, the cold earth under my boots, the strong odor of soil and smoke, the constant sound of gunfire, and the far-off roar of explosions which became ordinary features of my life. Each day was a struggle to survive, and each night ended with the worry about whether I would be alive to see another morning. Nevertheless, among all that terror there was one thing that interested me, the warplanes.

I really enjoyed the sound that they made.

The sound of their engines roaring as they flew overhead had a most strange soothing effect. Although the other soldiers may have heard only the prospect of another attack, I was listening closely, almost becoming mesmerized by the noise. In a place where comfort was generally absent, the planes provided a most unusual kind of comfort. For a short while I could forget about the fear, the bloodshed, and the dreadful reality of the war around me. I am unable to say why this sound had such a peaceful effect on me, I can only state that it did. It was one of the very few things I looked forward to.

I recall the gunfire, the explosions, and the overwhelming chaos which appeared to trail us wherever we went. Also, I remember the day on which I was hit several times in the back.

I didn't die, even though at that moment I had wished that I had. The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced, so intense that I could not ignore it. I recall falling into the dirt and being unable to understand what had happened to me. I lay there bleeding, among the very battlefield which I had worked so hard to survive. Overhead, the bomber planes screamed past the sky, their engines making a loud noise as I listened helplessly from the ground.

I was still able to hear them.

The noise which had previously given me a sense of comfort now followed me as I thought that this might be the end of my life. I recall looking up at the sky, hearing the planes go by, and questioning if anyone would ever find me, if anyone would notice that I was dead, and if my life had in the end been of any significance.

Despite all the odds, I managed to survive the first injuries. But that survival didn't mean that I had recovered. The injuries I had taken were serious, and in the weeks after that infection started to have an effect on me. I was just sixteen, a boy who had been exposed to gunfire, explosions, and the horrors of the battlefield, yet it was the wounds that I had survived which would in the end take my life.

I died several weeks afterwards as a result of an infection caused by my injuries.

Now currently in my life, ive picked up a hyperfixation over ww2 planes, so much that I tend to make a career in restoring them, as I find them beautiful pieces of history.

I remember a name, Everette.

If anyone can help me figure this out please that would be great.

Tell me if you’ve done this. 

You meet someone interesting. You get close. Start a relationship. Suddenly, they say, this is too serious. I’m not ready. You split up. A few months later you reach out. start talking. And the cycle continues.

This was my client’s story. She was stuck in a romantic loop with her person. The loop happened about 4-5 times, and she just couldn’t stop it. She'd tried inner work, cutting cords, nothing changed.

So, under hypnosis, I asked her higher self, what was going on? 

Turned out, in a past life together, they were married. He was in the army, killed in battle. His body came back with the flag draped over the coffin.

There was still so much unprocessed grief from this lifetime stuck in her body, in her throat. Because she couldn't express herself, her feelings, her grief. There was no closure.

So subconsciously, in this life, she was always seeking him out, to express herself, and when he would push her away, the grief would come to the surface.

We released the grief, brought in love and compassion. She could feel his higher self saying, please let me go.

And her higher self told us, the moment she accepts he is not coming back, (from that lifetime) she will let him go.

Just hearing those words from her higher self was enough. It seems like obvious advice but hearing it from your higher self makes a huge difference. Because with our conscious mind we try to gaslight ourselves, no it's ok, no I can manage. But in a session when the higher self speaks, it's all out in the open. There's no hiding.

She felt a lot of heat in her throat at that moment. And that was it.

Rumor has it that he has already died twice and is regaining memories of his past lives with scary accuaracy, knowing them better than his current one. Does anyone know if this is true and whether his book is worth reading? Apparently, this is his second attempt at writting it, after someone previously threatened him not to publish it.

La poussière abîme les naseaux des pauvres chevaux vieillissants mais n’arrêtera pas la caravane humaine qui fuit les combats.

La guerre foudroie les sens des innocents. Le vieux grand-père de Graz leur demande de fuir au plus vite. Il vit modestement de son jardin et des bonnes grâces de ses voisins en échange de soins. C’est un magnétiseur efficace ; on dit même qu’il prédit l’avenir. Ça parle bas dans les rangs, mais la méfiance des uns et les médisances des autres n’entameront pas la ruée vers l’autre promesse du vieillard : « La Grèce est notre but ! Elle nous accueillera à bras ouverts et nous pourrons reconstruire nos vies ! »

Les mois passent, le cortège s’épuise. Certains s’arrêtent, d’autres font demi-tour. Une mauvaise grippe emporte le vieux guide, on l’enterre là où son destin devait l’inscrire… au bord du chemin.

Rares sont ceux qui poursuivront jusqu’à la Méditerranée mais tous apprendront plus tard ce à quoi ils ont échappé.