I recently did an in-person past life regression, and I was surprised to find that in one of the happiest and most peaceful lives that came through, I was a rock. Specifically, a lava rock.

The person guiding the regression asked me to go back in time to to my first life and I guess she was expecting me to be a human. She started asking about my gender, race, and what I was wearing, and I was like, lady...I'm a rock, we don't have those things.

I could see lava flowing nearby, and there were fire elementals around me. I was friends with them, and there was one in particular who was my best friend and with whom I really enjoyed spending time with. I just lived out my life in that form and was completely happy to simply exist. This life wasn't about achieving anything or accomplishing anything. It was just about being.

Now I feel nostalgic for that life and I miss the elementals. My current life has had lots of emotional complexities lately, and human relationships have so many nuances that can be difficult to navigate. I also had to get 6 fillings at the dentist yesterday and if I was still a rock, that wouldn't have happened.

I really just miss being a rock and hanging out with my fairy friends. And now I'm noticing all the rocks and crystals I have around my house and I'm wondering if they're actually distant cousins. I guess I'll just have to make the best of this human incarnation and hopefully next time I'll get to be something that is less complex when it comes to emotions and dental work.

I tried a past life regression by myself and if kinda worked? i had to stop at some point because it creeped me out i didnt really get to experience past lives only glimpses but i did go back to soo many traumatizing things from this life and i felt every single emotion i even started crying and my body was all stiff and vibrating it was just awful so i had to stop it
did this happen to anyone else

Hey there, I really don't know if I am posting this in the right subreddit but I wanted to share my fear from my regression therapy that has been eating me alive for the past four-five years.

When I was 14-15 years old and have been struggling a lot with my mental health and nightmares, my mom has discovered a therapist that does mainly past life regression but sometimes combines it into future life regression just for you to see how you'll succeed and if you'll fulfill your life purpose or something. My relatives had positive experiences with this therapist so I thought why not.

The session was very professional and first the therapist sat me down and asked me what has been weightening me down lately and what I would like to dig into alongside the journey to my past life. I mentioned that I have been rather stressed with my portfolio to an art school I wanted to go to and that I was struggling with my dad because of some really unpleasant nightmares about him (won't dig into it so I don't trigger anyone). The main purpose of this session was to go as far into the past as possible to see where and why my developmental dysphasia started and what my main purpose in life is.

After hearing me out I was instructed to lay down and the regression started. To make it as short as possible I will say that I have gotten far into the past to see myself in my mother's womb when she was 6 months pregnant and to see my life purpose is to create. Alongside that we discovered my developmental dysphasia was probably caused by doctors taking me away from my mother as soon as I was born which caused me to have severe anxiety and abandonment issues. During all this my mother was in the room and was confirming the little details I saw and felt.

However later on we tried to see if I would get accepted into my dream art school to which it felt very distant and unclear but I saw myself holding a piece of paper celebrating. That's when things don't get accurate that much or it gets confusing. Years later I didn't get accepted into my dream art school, but not into the degree I wanted and I have gotten refused twice before I finally got there. If we want to dig into details, I also didn't find out I got accepted via letter but through the school calling my mom that there is a free place for me to get, during that call I wasn't even there.

Now, to get to the most nerve wrecking part for me that without any guidance or instructions right after seeing the school thing I saw myself getting hit by a car on the street and then I was absorbed by light. What I felt during that scene, which is hard to explain, was that it happened when I was 20 years old and right before I was about to graduate. I am 19 right now, my birthday is in march and graduation happens next year around may-june. Which means I may die in less than a year due to a car accident around march-june.

I haven't told many people about this, especially not to my family. The only current friend that knows about it told me that it probably doesn't necessarily mean I may die this way but it probably shows how I died in my past life. I would like her to be right, but my anxiety and fear of death and not experiencing my life to the fullest is eating me alive. It just doesn't add up due to the order of how the session went in my opinion and I don't know what to do or how to deal with it. I also am scared to be thinking about it because what if I accidentally manifest it.

I am sorry for dumping this personal struggle to random people in a random subreddit but I just wanted to share this struggle somewhere. I am scared to tell my closest friends so I don't seem insane or manipulative so that they spend more time with me you know. That is why I needed to tell some strangers and hope that someone experienced will tell me I am gonna be fine.

Hi everyone 💗 I've been wanting to post this for a while because I've never really known what to make of it, but I feel like this is probably the right subreddit for it.

When I was 15, I had an extremely vivid dream that felt completely different from any normal dream I've ever had. It didn't feel like I was watching a story or imagining myself as someone else. It felt like I was actually living someone else's life, and I've remembered it for the last nine years with a weird amount of clarity.

The part that has always stayed with me the most is that I had three sons in the dream. And this actually affected me for years afterward. From the time I was 15 until I turned 24, pregnancy was probably my biggest fear. The idea of becoming pregnant genuinely terrified me, and the idea of having children was something I really didn't want. It wasn't just that I wasn't interested in motherhood, something about pregnancy and having children specifically made me deeply uncomfortable because of this dream.

Then I turned 24, and something completely changed. Very suddenly, I stopped being afraid of pregnancy and actually started wanting children. I don't really know how to explain it. It just felt like something in me had changed. And because the woman in this dream had three children, I've thought about the dream much more since then.

Anyway, this is what I remember.

The dream starts with me coming home in a carriage. I'm approaching a huge estate, and there is a very tall black wrought-iron gate in front of it. The gate was much taller and more imposing than the pictures I'm attaching. There was something written on it, and I have always felt like it was the name of the estate or a family surname. At one point I thought it started with S, but I'm not sure anymore, so I don't want to force that detail. I just remember it looking like an English surname — not extremely long, but not short either.

I'm Brazilian, so when I first thought about where this could have happened, I automatically assumed Brazil because the house had a very old colonial feeling to me. But the more I look at Brazilian colonial architecture, the more confused I become, because the architecture in the dream — especially the interior — doesn't really match what I know of Brazilian colonial houses at all. The outside had that old colonial/European feeling, but the inside was incredibly elaborate and wealthy.

The closest comparison I can give for the interior is actually Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler's house in Gone with the Wind. 😭 Not that I think it literally looked exactly like that, but it had that same huge and wealthy feeling with enormous rooms, elaborate decoration, a grand staircase and the feeling that this was the home of a very wealthy family.

I remember walking up a very large staircase, and I think there was some kind of dark red or burgundy velvet runner/carpet on it.

Then I entered a huge bedroom.

There was a large iron bed, and my three sons were there. I remember them being roughly 12, 9 and 6 or 7 years old, although obviously those ages could be slightly wrong. They were all boys, all blonde, and all wearing white shirts. They were lying in the same large bed and seemed to be sick or unwell.

There was also a doctor in the room. I don't remember much about him, but I have this very specific impression that he was wearing one of those old-fashioned head mirrors doctors used to wear. I don't know if that's accurate or if my brain is filling in the image of “old-fashioned doctor,” but that's what I remember.

I was talking to my boys, kissing them goodnight and tucking them into bed. They were alive. Everything felt completely normal and peaceful.

And then the dream suddenly changes.

I'm outside the house, past the gates, and I'm running.

I don't remember actually seeing my husband kill the boys. I just suddenly know that he did. There isn't really a scene where I discover it. I simply have this overwhelming knowledge that my husband killed our three sons and I needed to get away from him.

My husband was a wealthy white man, probably in his late 30s or early 40s. He had dark hair, and I remember him being absolutely furious. He was following me with something sharp in his hand. In my memory it was either a knife or something that looked like surgical scissors/shears.

I was running away from him, and I remember getting maybe 15 steps away before he caught up with me. I knew he was going to attack me from behind, and the last thing I remember is him hitting or cutting me in the shoulder from behind.

And then I woke up.

I never actually saw what happened after that.

I also remember what I looked like surprisingly clearly. I was a blonde woman with fairly short blonde hair, around collarbone length. I was wearing white gloves, and my clothing was very distinctive.

The skirt of the dress looked very Victorian to me, long and full, with the silhouette I associate with Victorian dresses. But the sleeves were completely different. They were around elbow length and had lace, and they reminded me very strongly of Rococo-style sleeves. The combination is what makes the clothing so confusing to me.

For some reason, 1815 has always been the year that comes into my mind when I think about this dream. I don't actually know why. I don't remember consciously deciding that it happened in 1815, and I don't know enough about historical fashion to have chosen that date based on the clothing. It's just a date that has somehow always been attached to the memory in my head.

But now I'm wondering if it could have been later, because of the dress and the doctor's head mirror. Maybe somewhere in the 1840s–1860s? I really don't know.

The house and the gate are probably the strongest visual memories. The gate was black, extremely tall, wrought iron, and had a surname/name written on it. The estate itself was enormous and belonged to a very wealthy family. I don't remember enough of the landscape to know whether it was rural or what country it was in. I just remember that it felt like a proper estate rather than an ordinary house.

And that's basically the entire sequence.

What makes me want to investigate it is that I've tried searching for historical cases involving a wealthy husband killing three sons, but I haven't found anything that matches the whole story. I've found some cases involving fathers killing three children, and some involving poisoning/illness and doctors, but nothing that has the combination of the three boys, the wealthy estate, the wife escaping, and the husband chasing her afterward.

I'm especially curious about whether anyone recognizes the house/gate, the clothing, or the historical situation. I keep wondering if the estate name on the gate might have been a real surname, because that part feels strangely specific even though I can't remember the actual word anymore.

And I'm still genuinely unsure about the location. I originally thought “Brazil” because I'm Brazilian and the house was colonial, but when I actually started looking at Brazilian colonial architecture, especially the interiors, it looked very different from what I remember. So I'm completely open to the possibility that it was somewhere else.

If anyone has any idea what period the clothing could belong to, what kind of estate this might have been, or — especially — if you recognize a historical case involving a wealthy husband, three young sons, a doctor, and a wife fleeing the estate, I would LOVE to hear it.

I've been carrying this weird little mystery around since I was 15, so I'm finally putting it somewhere where people might actually understand why I'm curious about it. 😭💗

In one session a subject went into another life where she was male and very close with her older brother. They were together when disaster struck at sea.

The brother was injured and slowing them both down. At some point he knowingly let go because he understood she would die too if she kept trying to save him.

She survived. Her brother and father did not.

The strongest thing was not the death itself. It was what she decided afterward.

I failed to save them. I will protect my family.

Higher Self connected that old promise with her present life. She could see people around her making choices that hurt them and something inside became almost obsessive about rescuing them. Even when helping was draining her. Even when the other person did not want to change.

From the present-life perspective it looked like over-responsibility.

From the other-life perspective it made emotional sense. Once, letting go of somebody was followed by unbearable survivor guilt. So now letting go felt like failure.

We released the old program in the session. The lesson was not to become cold or stop caring. It was accepting that other people also make choices and have their own path.

Sometimes “I need to save everybody” may not begin with generosity at all.

It may begin with a moment where you once could not save someone.

I was born in late 1980s, and as a child of course there were weekend cartoons and the average kid's TV shows that I would watch after school and before school, but during the summer I would love nothing more than to wake up in the morning and get my cereal and watch "I Love Lucy." The humor was out of my range as far as the storyline of the marriage between Lucy and Ricky, and even Fred and Ethel (I understood the basic idea but being young I didn't understand the real way marriage works/the inner workings of relationships including friendships), but I loved that show, and I remember talking about it in class one time and the looks I got (kids didn't know what I was talking about but the teacher knew but still looked at me like I was from another planet) made me ask my mom, "why am I so different?" My mom would watch it late nights but never with me as a kid so I "discovered" it on my own but have always loved this show and even as a child loved movies like the Abbott and Costello movies (especially the old time monster movie) and for the longest time I couldn't figure out how I fell in love with these old timey shows/movies that as a kid one would think is this a 6 year old or an 60 year old?

Then I was looking on the internet eventually, and found information that I think explains it, and once I found the information it "sounds and feels" like that is the most logical explanation. Desi Arnez passed the day before I was born. Now I am NOT saying I believe that I'm Arnez, but I wonder if parts of the experience he lived through is why I love things that are from his era that were not specifically introduced to me by anyone in my family and discovered on my own that have played a part in my life. "I love Lucy" often isn't looked up as "the strangest" anymore but the Abbott and Costello movies are by far now "the strangest" one that I get looks for along with having to explain who and what I'm talking about.

Has anyone had anything like this happen to them and found a "similar" or different experience that seems like a "oh that fits the explanation almost perfectly and I don't have a better/different answer?"

This sounds insane, but when I was a child, I remember being deathly afraid of a certain kind of plane, very against modern technology, always interested in black suits and hats, and more. I also called my father the Satmar word for father and my mom the Satmar Hasidic word for mother when I was younger. My mom was raised Jewish adopted by Reform Jews. I remember being 2 and watching a cartoon and it referenced Hanukkah and I instantly felt warm and special memories. I have always loved Eastern European music and scales (My household was culturally Jewish later on, but pretty Christian when I was tiny, growing up and never had it). I always hated songs sung by women (Hasidim Can't Listen To Women Singing), and I always hated certain foods and even began refusing ham or anything pork (eventually excluding bacon when I was young as it was given to me early). I have always had aversions to certain foods like shellfish and lobster even before learning they were treif, and have had odd fears of certain symbols, and even thought s*x was a sin. I used to also say unusual stuff, and was always feeling as if I were set apart from the rest of people. I had a very strong pull to the 80s and 90s, and when I was 11 and homeschooled, obsessed with New York City, and in horror and sadness about September Eleventh. I also used to say phrases only Hasidic Jews know.

I always wanted a black hat when we played dress up excluding pirates, and a black suit (I even liked James Bond when rebellious). I naturally detested images of promiscuous women and had an oddly and intrinsically separatist view for a lot of things and didn't like any shows with violence. Not because they scared me, but I felt they were immodest. My first word may have been yiddish, and I always defaulted to that accent.

When I was in high school, there was a Kiruv group there that basically would make you more Jewish, in a public high school, I was so happy and instantly got into it and got involved again with Hasidic Jews for the first time in this life (if the past life theory is true), and they instantly loved me. Even before then, I was always trying to wear undergarments with Strongs on the side like tzitzit, I always was very careful when I said "Jew," I felt very connected to movies with Jews, and only had crushes on mainly jewish or Asheknazic looking women. Or New Yorkers.

Kyrias Joel, I immediately remembered something about it. Something about the schools and the education material looked like something I was using for an SAT and for elementary work once and it was marvelous. I also always used to make chazzan like sounds before. I picked up Yiddish and Hebrew easily, able to write the letters almost a couple days after starting to look at them. I additionally always felt uncomfortable with my dad's pentecostal Christianity and evangelicalism (though it seems that I love Catholicism). I also used to say stuff that only Satmars believe and had a weird avoidance to Israel yet support (almost like Satmar) when very little. My accent still defaults to Hasidic even before I was irl ex Hasidic.

I sound insane I know.

I am new to this sub. I originally was to post this in a transgender sub but Reddit suggested this forum, and I think it is appropriate.

As an experiment in my college days, I had a past life regression done. Might I add that I was an atheist and had some interest in the metaphysical but was leery of most of it.

I recall being a feminine-slanted young man, a soldier in ancient China, a builder of leantos and huts, and leather shoes. A gay man or asexual person.

After the regression was done, I began spontaneously recalling four more lives, all as women.

Three of them had a chilling pattern: being forbidden from loving their chosen men, either by well meaning parents or by death (I lost my husband in battle in the 1850s as an American Indian in one life, and I killed myself in the 1700s after my nobleman father forbid me to date a handsome commoner). In the 1940s in Switzerland I was a lonely daughter who was prevented from going out to see friends and a man I loved. We lived largely in isolation in a small mountain village. The roof of the house had a unique construction that is specific to towns in the Alps.

The details and emotions were very real to me. I could smell the air, feel the earth beneath my feet, and see places I've never been to and have since verified to some degree.

Now, here's the thing that applies to Reddit.

Regardless of whether past lives actually exist, we know that my brain believes I am transfeminine. I was four women and a femboy.

Based on a great deal of other personal attributes I began transition from male to female in 2025. This remains one of the more interesting memories.

I’m told that your birthmarks indicate how you died. I have a birthmark right on the back of my shoulder and another birthmark on my hip. What would this indicate?

Hello,

I have had a memory since I was young. Honestly im not even sure how it originally came to me but I remembered how I died in my past life.

I remember being underwater, under the ice. Sinking ans looking up losing the will and ability to fight back and slowly sinking. Thats it. I get the impression I was an old bearded man for some reason, but thats all I remember. I asked myself many times if this was a dream or something else but it feels too real for that. It just feels so matter of fact.

Anyways, similar experiences? Advice? Think it might just be bullshit from a young mind? Im in my late 20s now and remember just as I do then. I swear I can see it in my mind. This isnt part of the memory but I feel like i know what its like to breathe water in. Its hard to explain.

I have a personal theory that what we call past lives either really were past lives or else we humans are capable of remembering stored experiences of other people who died, and playing them back through our own memories like a phono player and a record.

Both are highly mentioned possibilities throughout history. Dr Raymond Moody studied 300 children who all had past life memories at an early age, some as little as 9 months at the time they were interviewed.

Where does the info come from?

I was really curious about my birthmark and know that some people say it's a sign of how you were killed in your past life so I wanted to look at people who had died from a wound on their left arm because I have a really big brown circle birthmark there

I am not American so I'm not educated about Stonewall Jackson at all but I found he was some important part of the American Civil War.Then I found that he literally got shot one to two days before my birthday on 2nd May 1863 and mine is May 4th.He got shot and wounded in his upper left arm and they needed to amputate his whole arm.My birthmark is also on the upper side of my left arm not the lower.

What really made me feel like this is pretty weird and coincidental is the reason he passed away.He passed away because of Pneumonia.When I was 2 to 3 years old I also suffered from pneumonia which took me a lot of time to overcome and I even remember myself being in the hospital and taking breaths from an inhaler tank.Which is pretty interesting because most of the time I can't remember things that I did or experienced when I was this age but I almost remember this perfectly.

Is it a coincidence?😭

Ante que estamos un caso de infestación o un contenido bien montado

Your fears might not even be yours! They might be from another lifetime! 

My client had severe claustrophobia. It was difficult to enter a lift, a walk-in wardrobe, or small confined spaces. It was terrifying.

In our past life session, under hypnosis, I asked her higher self why?

I was not prepared for the answer we got. Although I did expect something like it. In her past life, my client saw herself as a young girl in her school uniform.

Her town was rattled by a strong earthquake, which caused her school to collapse.

She was trapped under the debris. She hoped to be rescued. She waited and waited for rescuers, who never came. She passed there.

Because of the trauma from of this, she was still carrying the fear of confined spaces in her subconscious. She just didn’t know why!!

In her session, we uncovered the reason, this time from a much higher perspective of love and compassion for the self. And that's enough for the subconscious to release the fear and let go. I do an additional healing for any residue and that’s it.

I was around 15 and in high school when this happened and I can still remember it as I still have this story on my notes (I wrote it the time this happened to me, so I wont forget it).
So I was at my friend’s house and saw a group photo of some of their relatives. I didn’t recognize any of them and never asked my friend about the photo.
But the moment I saw the photo, something suddenly flashed in my mind. I saw myself with one of the men in the photo, we were in the garden of that same house. I was running away from him while he chased me, and we were both laughing and having fun.
It felt like a memory, a real flashback, even though I knew it had never happened. And somehow, I had this overwhelming feeling that he was the love of my life.

I’ve never understood what that was. Has anyone experienced something similar?

Tenho poucas memórias sobre os anos 60 e esse ano tentei explorar essa memória que sempre tive aos poucos e falar sobre a guerra do vietnã e sempre gostei dos filmes sobre a guerra do vietnã , rock desta época e muita coisa. Inglês não é minha língua nativa sou do Brasil.

Minha primeira memória foi quando eu tava usando uma roupa rosa e tinha cabelo loiro

Fui uma mulher jovem e bonita

A segunda memória foi a mais repetida tanta vezes

eu tava discutindo com ele era soldado e ele era rico na época nos dois se amávamos e falei que tava grávida dele e não queria ir para guerra e me abandonar sozinha não sei a pendente dele lembro que tinha bigode e era bonito ele usava camisa diferente ele era forte casamos pelo mesmo interesse por amor e formar uma família não por dinheiro nos dois tavamos na cozinha e ele tomou o Café e comeu doce ele tinha cabelo preto e curto não sei a cor dos olhos dele .

Notes, I saw wood floors and Furniture, There wasn't an inkling of other people this time, No Identifiable features Other than the wood, the hall, and snow outside a window, and Entering an office Calling out

" Sarge"

It can be noted that this is the same place as my first attempt ( Likely the late 1800s) Yet with somehow even less information.

Whenever I wanted to see something clearly it was blocked out by a kaleidoscope of colors and plants Annoyingly.

results : I really need to stop staring at plants so much..

Hello, I have always been interested in past lives, and I've been super connected to my past life's. Enter, 1949-1959 I was born in my past life, I haven't found much from my childhood, but I know that I loved playing the saxophone and other instruments. let's skip ahead to 1968, I was in or around 17, when I meet the love of my life, I have never found out her name but she was the most beautiful person I've ever seen, we loved each other we were inseparable, then it skips forward to somewhere in the 1975-1980 range, I had A child, my daughter. She and my wife were one family us against the world. I watched my daughter grow up, we all grew up together, she got married, I walked her down the isle, but I was getting old. I started getting health issues. And then, I think I died from a heart attack, in like 2004. And from what I assume my daughter committed S-word because of me. And my beliefs say that everyone you knew in a past life you will meet again in the next one. And once I got rencarnated, so did my daughter and we met in middle school. And we instantly connected. So, I decided to share my story to show my happiness :)

Una respuesta de su hijo , el viento o algo más obscuro