I believe I am now starting to remember my 3rd past life ( I mean the 3rd I remember, not my 3rd life) I am a Japanese girl, maybe 8 or 9. I'm so incredibly lonely & I keep staring out the window waiting for somebody to get home ( my father, it's just the 2 of us, my mother died in childbirth with my younger sibling who was still born.)
So far this is all I've gotten from this dream. I'm not sure why I'm remembering this, but I'm sure there is a reason. I remembered my 1st past life when I was a teenager. In that one I was about the same age, only I was in Vietnam. My father came in frantic & pulled/shoved my younger sister & myself into a closet that had been cleared out to make a hiding spot. I remember men coming in & my father yelling at them to leave, that we'd done nothing wrong. My mother was begging them to leave & the baby she was holding was crying. I was holding my sisters hand when the door opened & I saw a soldier (I'm pretty sure it was an American) look at us. Then he raised his gun & I saw a bright flash of light. That's when I woke up. I know I was shot, as was my sister. Years later when my second son was born, I recognized him as my sister in that past life & I believe that was why I remembered it. I can't wait for the kids to get back to school so I can meditate & as my guide for answers.
So far this is all I've gotten from this dream. I'm not sure why I'm remembering this, but I'm sure there is a reason. I remembered my 1st past life when I was a teenager. In that one I was about the same age, only I was in Vietnam. My father came in frantic & pulled/shoved my younger sister & myself into a closet that had been cleared out to make a hiding spot. I remember men coming in & my father yelling at them to leave, that we'd done nothing wrong. My mother was begging them to leave & the baby she was holding was crying. I was holding my sisters hand when the door opened & I saw a soldier (I'm pretty sure it was an American) look at us. Then he raised his gun & I saw a bright flash of light. That's when I woke up. I know I was shot, as was my sister. Years later when my second son was born, I recognized him as my sister in that past life & I believe that was why I remembered it. I can't wait for the kids to get back to school so I can meditate & as my guide for answers.