I have had a few past life memories of dying. Each of them were under different conditions and each of them taught me more about myself in this lifetime and assist with my current work.
The first scenario was me in a farmhouse. I was waiting washing dishes and waiting for my husband to come home. I was doing dishes as I looked out the window waiting for him to come home. But the scenario got crazy. I was suddenly running for my life.
I was running out of the house and into the barn for safety. But as I got to the barn I was struck down by the ax that my husband was carrying. He planted it in my back. There was the blow, then blackness and then the scenario became peaceful and I was floating across a river. I was murdered by my husband in that lifetime.
I learned from that experience that peace follows any trauma.
The second scenario was wartime. I was a soldier in active combat. I was at the front of the attack hiding behind trees and a shed. I was very good at what I did and was way in front of my platoon.
Suddenly everything went black and I was laying in a pile of dead soldiers. I didn’t understand why. There were some soldiers walking around but none of them were helping me. I could not move and I could not speak. I was waiting for them to come help me. I didn’t understand that I was dead too.
From that lifetime I learned that sometimes the soul stays with the body. It is a very scary and helpless feeling. I was grateful to experience though that I do not die after the death of the body. I am still me.
The third scenario was me in the body of a preteen boy. I had some kind of influenza that I was dying from. My parents were not good at showing affection but it was obvious that they adored me. They were heartbroken. I tried to hang on to that life because I didn’t want them to suffer. It was the most excruciating thing I have ever experienced.
As my father sat helpless near my bed, I came back to consciousness long enough to say. ” I Love you Da’. He was so desperate to hear it that he broke down at the words. I could feel my mother in the back ground starving to hear the same words. I tried to hang on long enough to tell her but was unable to. The last memory was of her anguish and resentment.
What I learned from that lifetime was how humane it is to give someone permission to cross when it is their time. Also, how important it is to tell loved ones how important they are before crossing.
These life experiences happen to us all. It is so beneficial to embrace them rather than deny their existence.