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i just did the past life regression meditation thingy and holy shit
i was a man i think i was from western asia & south eastern europe. however at a young age i migrated from a city in jordan (my home&the streets in my mindlooked like it) to england (the south coast). it was a tough journey cus it was a small boat in rough storms. i remember -
- a 4/5 year old me crying in my parents arms. thats all i could remember until i was walking on a beach, i was a fisherman, well i worked at the docks and was mainly by the ocean 24/7 for my job
i wore rough clothes, i searched this up n it was EXACTLY this outfit, perhaps more tattier and dirtier, my top was looser n was ripped. i wore no shoes, in my mind my sandals were next to me - i didnt wear them in the sand.
i’m creeped out by this painting. i had a white wife i met at a mini village market stall. it was a row of market stalls stocked with veggies, food n whatnot. i had a baby daughter with the woman but we dressed her tomboyish when she was a baby/toddler.
this painting just reminds me of me... my wife wore long dresses like tjat, her hair was short, she was pale n rosy but had a very warming smile. i had a memory of us out on the beach whilst i worked in the ocean (no boat tho) and my baby was -
- crawling around, with my wife supervising her, but my wife glanced at me occasionally to smile at me. the setting and position of the ppl was just like the painting but it was sandier and more rockier. more tides & very bright irl (white cloudy sky, darkish blue ocean)
i know where i died/was put to sleep. i was laying next to my wife relaxed, both of us old bc we@had grey hair at that point. i lived in a wooden shack built near the cliffs of the beach so we pretty much lived on the beachside. i could see out the window the ocean rocking -
- back n forth. my arm was stretched to my wifes hand cus she was laid next to me whilst we both peacefully passed away.
my daughter had to witness both of our deaths at the same time, but i remmeber she took care of both of us as she wiped me down with a wet cloth. she sat next to us on our bedside, wiping my forehead then she said farewell. i was not in agony. i died of old age same w/ my wife
thennnn i remember leaving the shack and meeting an angel witha blue floating orb in the middle of her. she told me that i will receive less hardship & receive a better life in the next life. n now im here birthed into who i currently am rn... i think the angel was right -
- cus ive never really had to endure struggle like i did in my previous life... This thread is a rollercoaster
btw my previous life prob took place in the victorian times considering my clothes and everyone elses, but it didnt really impact us cus we werent in central london && instead lived a simple life out in the cliffs, beach n countryside
