Last month I was in a low glucose state and I was hallucinating, I guess. I found myself in an old hospital ward. I could smell an awful aroma of chemical cleaner and illness. I looked to my left and there was a big window. To my right the was a row of beds. Maybe 30 beds. In every bed was a individual hacking and coughing. I wanted out of there. I had an fear of dying in this place. I was gonna run and climb out the window. Never made it out. I was sobbing for all the people when I came all the awake and aware. DIL reports I was calling a name outloud.
I was a private in the Army of the Potomac. My sufferings from gonorrhea contracted from a camp follower distracted me so much as to contribute significantly to my death at Fredericksburg.
I believe I was probably a flâneur.
Thanks! I thought I was going nuts.
Does anyone have a memory of being an infant that died shortly after being born? Because if reincarnation is real, it seems like that population ought to be well represented given what we know about infant mortality rates for most of human history.
In 1900 in the US, for instance, the CDC estimates the infant mortality at 1 in 10 within the first year of life, so the odds are good at least one of you died as an infant during the year 1862.
ETA: cite.
Reincarnation is real, but there is only one “soul”. Over the course of the universe, it inhabits every person that ever lived. It is both killer and victim, king and peasant, husband and wife, billions and billions of times over. At the end, it is truly enlightened.
However, my life and body is the very first time through. So I/we don’t have any past memories yet.
ASL v2.0, that’s a good topic for Great Debates, which is right down the hall. I am also interested in any memories of pre- or immediately post-natal life, and this is the place for “memories” of that period previously.
Just Asking Questions, if you’re saying we are all parts of the Godhead, that’s another one for GD, not here. Bring it up and we can have as much fun with it as can be had when we get deep and philosophical.
Yeah, this.
I’m not a believer, and I’ve never had any experience as strong as some of the ones people report in this thread. But the first time I stood in a dell on Arthur’s Seat, in Edinburgh, I looked around and thought, “I know this place.” It resonated, in a way I can’t really explain.
However, I was twenty-one or so, and for the previous six years or so had been fascinated with Scotland and Scottish culture, ever since my genealogist uncle had told me about my family’s Scottish origin. I had read many books, including histories, about Scotland, and obviously Edinburgh played a major part in all of those. So it could very easily have been simply my emotion at finally visiting the Auld Countrie. (That said, though, my uncle had told me our family was of Highland origin, not Lowland; and I did not get that same sense of familiarity when we were in the Highlands, even when we were in the former clan country in Atholl. So who knows.)