Pre birth memories

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Do you remember anything from before you were born, anons? Any visions of a void, or of something else? What made you come to this place?

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  1. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    I remember things being nice for a period of time, only to be put into some black and white place that felt horribly uncomfortable, begging to be let out, seeing other humanoid figures get to leave, seeing them float up and dissolve, only begging i could be next, but having this frustrating and depressing feeling of "your not ready yet" until finally a flash. yet somehow i dont have any memories after that, besides when I was 3 and my mother was giving birth to my sister, and i had the urge to climb up onto the hospital bed to "try it again" or some shit.

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      What do you mean "try it again"? Like being reborn?

  2. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    I don't know if this was a dream or real, probably a dream. I remember being in a black void, no body just essence and 3 pictures of 3 different women were in front of me. It was from the perspective of a baby on its back looking up at the ceiling because I remember seeing the sides of a crib around the edges. The 3 women were in the same position, looking over the top at me and I got to choose which person was going to be my Mum.
    As I said I don't know whether it is a pre-birth memory or just a dream but it felt pretty real.

  3. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    ?si=_emYr0Iwql3fhJMD

    Very interesting video, its a guy with a notebook, explaining his pre-birth memories and how he accessed them.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      The architecture was like that, albeit more organic... I had to cross a river to deliver something to the gods, an old woman baptized me in the waters of the river......

  4. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    I remember my body from what would be the previous life lying in a coffin, surrounded by a mourning family, I guess? Maybe neighbours? I was a guy in something like early 70s, very lean, pretty much skinny. If I was to make a blind shot where it was, I'd guess France, maybe? Nobody I saw in that fleeting memory spoke any words, so that's only a guess. I was 5, maybe almost 6 at the time. The view of the scene was kind of full 3D, similar to the descriptions of OOBE experiences.

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      what do you mean by full 3d

  5. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    I just think these are dreams from our very early life.
    >one is when I'm on a a flying sled with my mother, in the sky, pink and orange hues
    >another is me in some fleshy spaceship, disk shape, inside is an oval volume. it's just standing in a park near my childhood house, I'm in it sitting.
    Have maybe few more than I can't recall atm.

  6. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    Not of nothing, but when I was a kid I would routinely “remember” a memory where I was being flown back on a stretcher in a helicopter. My parents swear I’ve never been in a helicopter

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      I have memories like this too where I'm the only one who remembers them
      What the frick does it mean

  7. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    The only thing I'm vaguely aware of was a memory.
    I was running through the jungle. All the leaves and foliage was large. Some how I tripped and remember falling, rolling and see the mouth of something (cat? dog?) before blackness.
    It's something that's bothered me my whole life.

  8. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    Yes, it was a void , it felt as if i was in a bathtub without a body in pure darkness, i remember it vividly but nobody believes me

  9. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    anyone else think its interesting that all of these experiences sound exactly like transitioning from one dream to another dream while your sleeping

    another dream being this reality

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      Yes. Dreams are significant and this reality is more dreamlike than we think

  10. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    Not really related but I'm always surprised when I encounter people who don't remember the exact moment they became conscious. I literally recall the exact moment I began remembering things because I felt weird at the moment it happened as I suddenly became coherent.

    I ask people all the time what their earliest memory was, or the moment they became conscious, and they get all puzzled and can't recall. To me, that's amazing, because my first memory is very strong and poignant even when compared with other memories of my very early childhood.

    Very much a feeling of: woah. Guess I'm alive now. The memory itself isn't very eventful, unfortunately.

  11. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    I remember laying down looking up at a cupola, looked like the one in the pantheon in rome. Colors were mostly black and blue. Not much else other than that.

  12. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    There is some kind of neon dark blue sea. Sort of like a spinning accretion disk, but without the black hole/planetoid/etc in the middle. From out of this blue mass, glowing blue orbs emerge "spontaneously." I say spontaneously because I can't tell if the orbs actually have a say or not, or if they're called out, but there is some reason this orb emerges at this time vs that orb emerging at that time. As an orb, I emerge from the sea, but me as a human I don't remember why. A woman asks me what I want to do. Well, obviously, I want to help people as much as possible, right? Who wouldn't want to do that? How could anyone want anything other than that?

    She helps me choose my family, a few specific interests and events. I only remember seeing my father specifically, but there was more to the process. As a human looking back, I can only assume she knew every single thing that was going to happen to me, and that she put me into that situation deliberately, knowing I'd be so naive as to not understand. Were I to see her again, I'm assuming her reaction would be a smug "you agreed to it, dumbass." If nothing else, coming here has taught me to trust nothing and nobody, and that includes every single spirit. I suppose I should be grateful to her, but the idea that the rest of eternity will be spent trying to protect myself from malicious con artists like her is exhausting.

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      >want to help people as much as possible,
      This is how they get you

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      >I'm assuming her reaction would be a smug "you agreed to it, dumbass."
      Turnabout is fair play, revenge can be yours if you so wished and would be just. She didn't have to choose to be deceptive, but she was (apparently), so the consequences for such behavior are hers to reap.

  13. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    Enjoying salsa with my girl.

  14. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    All I know is that water is important. I have a faint memory of a dark-green plastic bed and luke warm water with a slight current in sort or outdoor pool. Solitude and introspection come to me as sensations.

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      >water is important.
      Yeah for sure. It's some kind of symbolic portal to this illusory world or something like that. Going into the water equates to temporarily falling into the illusion.
      It's probably no coincidence that Neptune is the planet of dreams.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      https://i.imgur.com/oBmhrh8.png

      >water is important.
      Yeah for sure. It's some kind of symbolic portal to this illusory world or something like that. Going into the water equates to temporarily falling into the illusion.
      It's probably no coincidence that Neptune is the planet of dreams.

      I wonder if this ties into Genesis 1.
      >And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        The void is the false memory they imprint in certain people. Since Genesis is basically the story of the Demiurge's deception, it makes sense

  15. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    I remember being in an endless plane of cages lined up against each other, the whole place was filled with fog. In the cage next to mine there was a skeleton lying against the bars that spoke to me without moving, telling me that this is where people go between lives.

  16. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    Do you think it's possible to find these places again by OBE?

  17. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    Bump

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      The vaporwave aesthetic is the closest we've come to representing higher realms visually

  18. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    Still looking to understand the greco-roman stuff. I've encountered the same symbolism in the waking world.

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      >greco-roman
      Greek/roman columns seem pretty common in the higher astral world or however you want to call the afterlife beyond this matrix

      • 2 months ago
        Anonymous

        I'm stuck between two extremes. Detaching from the mind and senses so completely that I basically "wake up" from this illusion, and exercising "spirit over matter" to the point of conquering it all completely. Full spectrum dominance. The Earth concept is garbage, it deserves to be conquered. But something tells me that impulse is part of the trick to get you to run on the wheel and aprticipate more, put energy and attention into the matrix, sinking deeper into it, which is what it wants. And that's why it tortures and then baits you until you're thinking in terms of sunk costs or control.

  19. 2 months ago
    Anonymous

    I was in my death bed in an undisclosed location. I was angry, or upset, and I knew these were my last moments. As I gasped my last breath, I felt my consciousness fade into darkness for what felt like moments. I don't truly know how long I spent there but to me, looking back, did not feel very long whatsoever. I awoke in a shore. It was a paradise. A shore with white sand and crystal clear, sparkling "water". There was no moon, there was no sun. Hence, there was neither day or night. But the sky and the shore was dark, lit up by the countless celestial bodies in what you could call the sky. I stand up and I see a being, looking like a humanoid "jester" with a grin on its face walk up to me. It did not speak-- ever. It would only speak through its body language and "telepathy", mostly through the latter. It took me to another place in that world, planet, realm. Not clear to me exactly what that place is or was. Eventually, we both reached our destination. An enormous, majestic and extremely beautiful and sacred temple. It was designed using what we call here on Earth "sacred geometry", but that honestly pales in comparison with what I remember seeing. I had no body, but I had a form. I do remember the "jester" being a humanoid. Two arms, two legs, a torso and a head between its shoulders. I don't ever recall ever seeing my own reflection, so I'm assuming I looked the same (bi-pedal humanoid), though the jester was much shorter than me. In this temple, I was greeted my more of them. They were all distinct, but behaved similarly. They never uttered a single word. They simply projected anything they wanted to communicate using their thoughts and minds. Even capable of projecting human beings to me, which is what they did. I saw people I would meet in this current life. And some of the challenges I would face. I was then led to another place within that temple. There was some sort of "portal". Not sure how to describe it. Like an ethereal doorway.

    Should I continue?

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      Yes please

    • 2 months ago
      Anonymous

      Yes please

      Very well then.

      The beings inside of the beautiful temple escorted me to this pathway. I don't remember clearly what I saw, I don't remember if I even saw anything that would tell me what the other place would look like before going through the door/portal/path. They beings told me to go inside. So I did.

      I will be honest, at this point, the memory becomes distant, faded, I can barely remember anything, only what I saw. I don't know the meaning of what I saw, I don't know who I saw, I don't know where I was, and I have no idea why I was there.

      I go inside. I am taken in an instant to another realm. There was no end to anything. It was infinite. It felt like a huge area, but, at the same time, it felt tiny. There was nothing there. I don't know if I saw green pastures, but I can vaguely recall the ground. There was nobody there. I can remember walking near a white gazebo. And the sky was pale blue. It was gorgeous. I do remember feeling an intense feeling of joy and splendor, utter bliss. I was in complete peace. But there was nobody there, it was only me, the white gazebo and what I am about to describe.

      I remember seeing the white gazebo. I do remember it being empty, but I do vaguely remember seeing an elder personality there, but their figure is foggy. Right on top the white gazebo, inside of the pale blue sky somehow, was an enormous Seed of Life. You know the Flower of Life? The six petals in the middle. It was only the six petals in the middle enclosed by a circle. The Flower was outlined by gold. It slowly pulsated and sent ripples throughout the sky.

      That's all I remember. I do feel like more happened between the death of my previous life and being in these both seemingly divine realms, but the memory as I get older becomes even more foreign and less vivid.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      https://i.imgur.com/pkiHUzb.png

      [...]
      Very well then.

      The beings inside of the beautiful temple escorted me to this pathway. I don't remember clearly what I saw, I don't remember if I even saw anything that would tell me what the other place would look like before going through the door/portal/path. They beings told me to go inside. So I did.

      I will be honest, at this point, the memory becomes distant, faded, I can barely remember anything, only what I saw. I don't know the meaning of what I saw, I don't know who I saw, I don't know where I was, and I have no idea why I was there.

      I go inside. I am taken in an instant to another realm. There was no end to anything. It was infinite. It felt like a huge area, but, at the same time, it felt tiny. There was nothing there. I don't know if I saw green pastures, but I can vaguely recall the ground. There was nobody there. I can remember walking near a white gazebo. And the sky was pale blue. It was gorgeous. I do remember feeling an intense feeling of joy and splendor, utter bliss. I was in complete peace. But there was nobody there, it was only me, the white gazebo and what I am about to describe.

      I remember seeing the white gazebo. I do remember it being empty, but I do vaguely remember seeing an elder personality there, but their figure is foggy. Right on top the white gazebo, inside of the pale blue sky somehow, was an enormous Seed of Life. You know the Flower of Life? The six petals in the middle. It was only the six petals in the middle enclosed by a circle. The Flower was outlined by gold. It slowly pulsated and sent ripples throughout the sky.

      That's all I remember. I do feel like more happened between the death of my previous life and being in these both seemingly divine realms, but the memory as I get older becomes even more foreign and less vivid.

      These posts feel so ethereal. I wonder if buddhists are right and what you saw are basically deva realms

  20. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Not a dream but since I was about 3 I remember not wanting to be here. I've always had this strong feeling that I want to go back home followed by deep sadness.
    Home is somewhere I just don't know where and I want to go back. What does this even mean

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      This is interesting. If I could suggest something, look up Dorothy Eady. When she was a child, she had felt the same way you had. She was longing for home, and didn’t want to be here. It wasn’t until she saw the ancient Egypt portion of a museum that she figured out her past life, and she was able to gather more and more memories as she learned more about ancient Egypt.

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        I wonder if the egyptian book of the dead has any good tips for navigating the death state, like the tibetan one

        • 1 month ago
          Anonymous

          Egyptian books of the dead were produced for individuals.

  21. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    call me insane but i got this distinct memory of running a race against other people and i won. everything was very bright. i obviously had no idea how life is conceived until i was like a teen.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Same:

      https://i.imgur.com/RidsIQ5.png

      Still looking to understand the greco-roman stuff. I've encountered the same symbolism in the waking world.

      There were at least 4 of us there, but I remember being chased rather than a race. It's hard to say though.

  22. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    My earliest memories are of vivid beautiful landscapes. My parents liked hiking and we lived in the PNW. Cool animals around. Neat bugs. Pretty birds.
    It was paradise

    But everything changed when the fire attacked on 9/11

  23. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    >Pre birth memories
    That means memories of the last afterlife.

  24. 1 month ago
    Anonymous
  25. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    On the day of the eclipse last month, I awakened some ancestral blood memory.

    It was a long time ago, likely thousands of years. I was among Saxon warriors, or at least Germanic kinsmen of some sort. It was night, the warriors chanting and I leading a holy runic ritual. A surge of frenzied energy sweeping through us all.

    I awoke twice, and each time I was aware I was still in my bedroom; with shadowy figures standing above me. The second and final time I could discern armored shapes, spears, shields. They looked upon me silently, and departed.

    I had a sense of confusion. Why I am here and not there? Who I am, how did I arrive here? Shortly thereafter it all clicked. Hidden knowledge gifted to me by the Wotanic energy of that day. The eclipse embodying the hidden eye of Wotan.

  26. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I remember being ina colorful bkuish purple expanse of lights much like stars. I remember the euphoria that sexabsolutley only mimicks and shallowly. I was made of the stuff.

    I remember the outlime of a female presence that poonted to what may habe ben the earth, though i know i wasnt in space. I dont remember her question but i remember saying yes.

    Ive had this memory from the cradle. Its my first. I dont make assumptions anymore.

    I remember the euphoria i felt then also randomly arive sometimes when im still or in dreams. I remember a dark robed and wooded humanoid standing over me in strange dreams as that sublime pleasure radiated over me. Or when in front of a tv or just alome in the darkness.

    I chased that euphoria everyway i can brute forcing my own consiousness to awaken well before my first birthday just to hold onto it.

    Whenever she appears before me in dreams its all la guid half smiles and me frantically telling her to stay with me or tell me what to do as she slips from my grasp, is taken by goverment spooks, or im washed away in some great light.

    Everytime i see her theres a deep love that makes me sad af every time i wake up. My entire life has been shadowed by my first memory and the dreams.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Could be your spirit mommy. Hopefully it's not an impersonator though.

  27. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I have just awakened from a dream in which I had to undergo an initiation to cross a river and proceed to a Palace of the gods, an amalgamation of Greek and Vedic deities. The dream was replete with bizarre imagery. I questioned why I could not go to the Palace directly (as I had something to retrieve or deliver), and I was informed that the initiation was necessary.

  28. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Which time? I remember a lot from my previous lives.

    > Spent one life in what eventually would become part of Persia. Went to war with my brother and ended up as king, but died young due to a hunting accident.
    > Spent one life in China, daughter of a Merchant. I remembered how we went to Japan to trade goods. I saw the squid drying along the coast in the sun like a ship's sails.
    > Spent one life partially in France. Was son of a noble but ran away to become a sailor. This let me dodge some sort of war that wiped out my family. The revolution?

    I can keep going. There's lots more, but these are my favorites so far.

    Every time I get weird flashbacks and know things I shouldn't. Things like ancient architecture and food preservation keep coming back. It's usually pretty accurate. The weirdest one was the king. I thought I had to be making it up until I read about him as a small footnote in my college history books. He wasn't famous in modern contexts due to short reign and it being pretty early in history, and so I don't hear much about that past self.

  29. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I had a vision of what I presume was the past, I was making love to a woman I deeply loved (my heart ached when I saw her though she looked nothing like anyone I knew) inside a tent with a lot of animal skins around lit by fire(maybe candles). It happened while completely lucid and awake just jorkin it one afternoon when I was 15, every time I closed my eyes it took me back there over like 5 seconds.

  30. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Like many others here I remember a void. Very distinct though. It had a slight purple hue with white specs off in the distance. Mind and maturity wise I felt like I do now. I couldn't remember anything besides the fact that I was pissed at something that happened and my current circumstances.
    After being borne I have some faint, fleeting memories that don't really feel like they were really me until around age 4 where it feels like I suddenly gained consciousness. The best way I can describe the feeling is imagine being 4 with the mind of an adult and the knowledge of a 4 year old. I remembered the void at this point and went back to being pissed and trying to find answers I obviously had no hope in hell finding. It was hard to relate to people my age for a long time and had to fake interest in most kid activities.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      >It was hard to relate to people my age for a long time and had to fake interest in most kid activities.
      This is common among those telling the truth, which looks to be two to three people ITT.

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        Yeah it's unfortunate that we can't take each other's stories at face value. There's a genuine mystery to life that's worth discussing. Most discussions around the subject sadly get shit up by mockery or LARPS.

  31. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    >Do you remember anything from before you were born, anons?
    Yes. I get sick of re-telling it, but I assure you that this realm is a simulation AND Jesus Christ is real and valid.
    But you want to read this:
    There were long "halls" of gardens and complicated stairs.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Glory to God

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        Amen.

        Yeah it's unfortunate that we can't take each other's stories at face value. There's a genuine mystery to life that's worth discussing. Most discussions around the subject sadly get shit up by mockery or LARPS.

        >Most discussions around the subject sadly get shit up by mockery or LARPS.
        I think that is because of the "evil ones" as I tend to call them and I don't necessarily mean israelites. There's definitely people out there that track our lives and hate us for what we are, but they helped make us what we are. What the heck are we even doing for them anyway?
        In my case, they are the reason I can remember the before birth time and they dislike that I can recall what I can, but they did that to me at the beginning, so I am puzzled. God let them do this, so it must be fine for me to talk, even if do get mocked.
        thnx fer reedin

        • 1 month ago
          Anonymous

          I think it's less "evil ones" and more of a general ignorance. Our whole lives we're taught facts, reasoning and logic with little regard for anything of the "other". Anything that doesn't have concrete proof is immediately dismissed as cooky shit, childish imagination or mental illness.
          >God let them do this
          I think we attribute too much power to God. Who or whatever God is might not even have control of his own creation. Just because he created the environment doesn't necessarily mean he has total control. Sounds nihilistic but that also means we potentially have more power than is generally accepted as well
          >There's definitely people out there that track our lives
          I'm not so sure about this. I want to believe this but I think it may just be our human nature playing against us. I believe the human soul craves conflict. We rant and rave about desiring true peace but I don't think we can handle it. Peace bores us. In the absence of conflict we create our own.

  32. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    *diving into by fetus body was a bit scary. I don't remember my birth, but I do remember immediately before it (it's cramped get me out of here!!!!) and unfortunately recall my circumcision and possible Satanic "surgery."

  33. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    gray tunnel, I remember watching my current body in the first stages of growth, I started inhabiting it at 4 years old or so

  34. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    i was hoping this thread doesn't 404 before i'm done. i don't have pre-life memory of a void or anything but i distinctly remember this dream i had when i was 4-6 years old, a young little moron
    i was still sleeping between my mom and dad on their big bed, this "dream" that i had was this triangle with runes and all sorts of shapes around it, inside it, made of it. in retrospect it felt like a black and white trip, the triangle shape didn't morph or disappear though.
    i wasn't fully asleep. i was aware i am in bed, i was aware i am trying to sleep but i have this intrusive hebrew hocus pocus shit infront of me and it's causing some sort of pressure on my brain, it wasn't a headache, it was inside my skull, like something gripped the flesh of my brain. i know the room was silent and i know no sound was made but i could hear this muffled weird oscillating noise of someone groaning or moaning in pain.
    these are distinct memory baggages i've been carrying with me for 30 years.
    reading back all this, i hope i wasn't molested and blocked the thought of it out or something cause that would be another pile of shit to unravel and i don't want that. i grew up in a loving/caring home, grew up on disney brainwashing nonsense, got into horror and that lead to the occult. maybe this path was set for me? idk
    thanks for making me type it all out though, feels good

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