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Past lives and near-death experiences?

AminoAcid

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So it's 12:50 here and I can't sleep so I want to share a story, and also ask if anyone else has encountered similar experiences, and even just what people think in regards to past lives and NDEs?

n.b. This is not the full story, I've left some details out because it would be far too long otherwise.

It all started when two friends and I decided to take a trip to Thailand, Vietnam and India. Needless to say, once we got to South-East Asia I decided to take full advantage of the limitless buffet of pharmaceuticals you can get without any script. I started with Tramadol in Thailand (they actually gave it to me for a hangover, lol). Then when in Vietnam I took cocaine, ecstacy, weed, viagra (best sex of my life), a massive mix of benzos, and a huge ball of sticky opium. Needless to say I was also drinking quite heavily throughout the trip. Up to this point I was having a blast, but the dark clouds were gathering.

Just before getting on the Air France flight to Mumbai I sculled a full bottle of liquer because they wouldn't let me take it on the plane. This is when problems started. My two friends were getting annoyed at how shit-faced I was all the time, and me being stupid decided to be insulted by that, and so we parted ways at Mumbai with the promise of meeting up in Goa Goa in a couple of days. After a couple of days of just walking around Mumbai aimlessly I decided to catch the overnight bus to Goa Goa early so I could go raving and hopefully get some LSD.

The drive there was going great, I found some backpackers my age who were willing to split accommodation with me. After a while I decided to lay down and rest. I remember taking 2 more valium and 2 tramadol, and then lying down to rest on one of the beds on the bus...................

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I'm a soldier, and I'm fighting for the King Sihanouk. My platoon and I are carrying rifles and going on seemingly endless patrols through the jungle. The fear is palpable. I know full well that at any moment I could be shot and killed, but I hold my nerves together. I turn to my friend and we promise each other that if one of us gets hit we won't leave them behind.

This goes on seemingly forever. We go through the daily routine. Each morning we cook breakfast (usually eggs) and then go out on more patrols in an armoured personnel carrier. Always the fear, you CANNOT escape the fear. I clutch my machine-gun and wait. I think that's an ambush up ahead, OH SHIT IT IS!@!!@!

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Aaron has always been a good friend of mine so it's no surprise that I'm now walking around beautiful manicured lawns of a golf club with him. The only difference is that I'm no longer 19 but 38. Aaron has made it big in commercial banking, I always knew he would be a success. He talks about his family with great zeal, twins. I suddenly feel sad when I realize I don't quite know what my own position in life is at such a point.

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We're going to a concert, Ruth, Sam and I. They're sort of my Indie friends and I've always loved hanging out with them. We smoke a bit of weed and then head in. Somehow I find myself in the back room with all the musicians and groupies. Suddenly everything feels dark. I look in the corner and there's a bald-headed man of short-stature just staring intently at me. It's just so menacing. He has deep dark patches under his eyes, and his stare pierces straight to my soul. I've gotta get out here. Is his name Lucifer?? He's the personification of my drug abuse staring right at me. Run run run run run.......................

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Everywhere I look there is people having sex in just about every position you can think of! Just masses of flesh blending together inside each other. It reminds me of a Middle Eastern harem, with fluffy cushions and hookahs, but EVERYONE is deep into intercourse. Two Asian ladies approach me and I feel hot. But instead of joining in the orgy they hold me down by the arms, I try my hardest to resist but one pulls out a needle and injects me with an unknown substance.

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I'm on the beach next to Dave's holiday house on the coast. Dave's been my best friend for many years and we've had some of the most memorable times just doing our thing on the beach. There's a cool breeze and the waves seem fairly choppy. He turns to me and says "you've got to go, but don't worry, don't be scared". I know what he means. It's my time to leave this plane of existence and move on to the next world. I say goodbye to him and thank him for all the great times.

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I open my eyes only to see wierd gadgets and machines. Strange people with white gowns. I try to sit up but someone pushes me back down. Then in the distance I can just make out someone saying "Don't worry, it's OK, you're in hospital, we're going to look after you." I slide back into the coma, but awaken fully the next day to find that I indeed am in hospital.


It turns out I got serotonin syndrome from taking Effexor XR (used for depression) and tramadol together, a deadly cocktail. I was in a coma for over 2 weeks, and on life support. My heart and breathing had stopped numerous times but amazingly they managed to resuscitate me each time.I was pretty much clinically dead at times but they used statins (sp?) and defibrillation to get my heart going again.

Turns out I completely lost consciousness on the bus, and ended up in a hospital in Goa Goa. One of the nurses there realized my last name in my passport (it's a unique name) because she had once worked with my Dad in hospital in Australia (my Dad's a doctor) and so managed to fax him my vitals. This is what saved my life as he immediately organized a private jet with life-support and two Indian doctors to a proper hospital in New Delhi, and it is here that I regained consciousness.

CONCLUSION:

Now what's bizarre about this is that I honestly believe the military hallucination I had was what one would call a past-life experience. A "flash-back" if you will. The intricate details of it all, the genuine feelings, and the knowledge that I was going to be killed in that horrible war in South-East Asia. But what is even more bizarre is that my friend Aaron DID become a merchant banker (so in effect I saw the future in this hallucination).

So I'm pretty sure I experienced a past-life flash-back, and a degree of sight into the future, the very SAME future that I so nearly lost.

I really would like to know what people think of this??

- Thanks :)
 
it's not that bizarre surely? becoming a banker isn't exactly something you fall in to, so i'm guessing they planned it for a while and you already knew about it? what is bizarre is that you believe it, especially as there is a good explanation, you were seriously ill being given all kinds of drugs...given that many people experience the exact same thing you do, and that there is no evidence for past life but much for drug induced delusions which do you seriously think is more likely?
 
Yeah you do have a good point. One of the primary symptoms of serotonin syndrome is hallucinations. BUT why wouild I go through such a detailed experience of living out the day-to-day life of a Cambodian soldier in the 1970s Indo-China war? This particular hallucination wasn't just vague, it was just as detailed and intricate as real life. It was so real. I mean when you have a dream for example, it's only fleeting glimpses, but this was like a complete seperate consciousness. I could feel the muggy heat, the damp forest, the smell of petrol from the APC, but moreover, the utter fear at knowing I was about to die, and indeed did die.

EDIT: Also my friend was studying law, so there was no indication at all at this time of him being a merchant banker.
 
Your apparent prior knowledge of the historical events of which you (purportedly) obtained a one-off, firsthand glimpse, coupled with your casual use of of military jargon (cf. 'APC') leaves me with the suspicion that, prior to your supposed 'NDE,' you were already perfectly capable of vividly assembling and rendering just such an experience from memory alone. When combined with a lethal synaptic surge of serotonin, it's hardly an earth-shattering revelation that such a proclivity would express itself in a semi-random recreation of that piecemeal assemblage; also, seeing as how your travel itinerary included the location of interest (Vietnam), the NDE itself was, tbh, pretty pedestrian.

Clearly an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime mindfuck of an experience, but otherworldy? Exceptional? Eh.
 
if it was a past life experience, why do you think you would of had recollection of that life time?

was there or is there any relation you can draw to your current life situation, so that you can maybe learn from it?

either way, being a past life experience or not, what is learned and how that knowledge is applied now or in the future what matters most.
 
Thanks for the reply. Yeah the only reason I use the term "APC" is because that's the closest way I can describe the vehicle in which we would do some of the patrols, and in which my alter ego died. It was a lot like those you see the Americans riding in the Vietnam war, with a machine-gun on top, except I was definitely Cambodian because I remember the name "King Sihanouk" being emphasized. That was the whole reason I was fighting, apparantly.

It's really hard to explain but I'll try my best. I only ever thought that there was ONE possible consciousness, the one you and I are experiencing right now, and to know a different consciousness that is completely equal in gravity and realism, it sort of messes with your head a bit. How can it be? When does hallucination become reality? Never? I'm not sure. I think this is one of these things that one has to experience for themselves.

I should also add that about half-way into these different *experiences* whilst in the coma (of which there are a few more not mentioned) I began to realize that I must be dead. That is I was conscious of the fact I was no longer alive and I must be in an ethereal body passing freely through time. It was in this body that I went to the spirits of loved ones to say a final goodbye. I distinctly remember them telling me not to be afraid in making the transition. I think this must've been around the time my heart and breathing stopped.
 
@panic in paradise

Great questions!

I'm not sure exactly why I had that particular experience. I mean yes I was travelling through South Asia at the time, and Cambodia was pretty close so there's a possible connotation, as PA pointed out. I've never actually been to Cambodia though or had any significant interest in the Indo-China war. What gets me is that usually a hallucination has a specific point to it, but instead this was literally the day-to-day life of a random soldier.

There's definitely a lot to learn from the experience, such as a much greater appreciation and respect for living. For example: I grew up being taught that money was everything. But after this experience I changed my career path from commerce to something that is more personally rewarding (science), and contributing more to mankind than just greed.
 
^^ Well when this happened I was still quite young (19 or 20? I'm 25 now) and I was studying property/commerce at Melbourne University. Why? Because it had the highest graduate salary out of all the courses (yep that's how vain I was). After the experience I did finish the commerce degree (only had a tiny bit to go) but I was now internally at war. From the above experience I genuinelly began to realise that life is ridiculously short, you could be dead in the next hour, so why spend it doing something you dislike just for the money? Why not do something you thoroughly enjoy, even if it pays less? Luckily truth won out, and I started a science degree, which I'm still doing now. :)
 
ive noticed your name, Amino Acids are a big deal to me ;) i agree, especially if you believe that we might have to come back and start over, only do what truly is personally satisfying.

have you practiced meditating, to see if that info is still accessible to you? maybe you would gain further insight as to what future career advances are an option for you.

there have been numerous times through out my life that i have had what i now recognize as astral projection or OBE's. one time a NDE was due to a cocaine OD when i was 22 years old. i had been up all night and it was 7-8am. i was living at my parents house at the time and in my bedroom with the door closed, doing lines off a night stand next to my bed, when after doing a few more i began to sit up, and next thing i knew ~ it felt like my entire body suddenly crystallized and i shrank and was shot from a gun. the feeling now i know as my merkaba. but as i felt a pea sized crystal zipping along i thought about my mom, then the door to my room and if it was locked or not.

suddenly i was back in my room passing through what felt like a sheet of thin clear plastic and while doing so became my full form again, but not in my body yet, which the sense of could of been triggered by the sight my material body. at any rate, floating above myself looking around my room i see my door knob and that it is NOT locked, and i am flopping around on the floor making ridicules garbling sounds. the thought of my mom opening the door and seeing me in that state for the last time was enough to bring me back again.

now 12 years later i am confident that was an OBE NDE, having experience with control over doing so and a familiarity with the sensation and routine of events.
 
Yeah I've dabbled a bit in meditating but I haven't had any breakthroughs with regards to what happened in India. I enjoy meditation though as from taking psychedelics I can get amazing CEVs nearly everytime. It's like my brain has been conditioned to see patterns everywhere. I think the word for this is "pareidolia". I've been meaning to go and get hypnotised so as to regress back as far as possible, but have been too busy.

That NDE from coke sounds scary. One of the classic signs of an NDE is the floating outside of your body and having a competely disjointed circumspect view of yourself and the room you're in. There have even been cases where a dead patient who comes back is able to recall everything the doctors were saying during that time.

I've done quite a bit of reading on NDEs after my experience, particularly from what cardiologists hear from their patients who have been clinically dead but then resuscitated. Apart from the "floating above body" another classic sign is "the white light" and a tunnel entering towards it where you see departed family.

Before my experience in India I would've scoffed at the idea of death being anything but a black hole, but if one thinks about it, the utter randomness of our being may possibly indicate that there's a greater purpose. I mean the fact that we even exist surely raises the question as to WHY & HOW? Ie: I saw a doco on NDEs where a woman dies and meets her deceased aunty who had committed suicide and who explains to her that she has to be born again and retake life as a test, because that's what life is, a training ground for the spirit. I thought that was pretty cool, lol.
 
PS: Before anyone has a go at me for being so wreckless towards drugs, I was in a different position then. Bad family troubles, was basically border-line suicidal, and really just fucking crazy. And yes it does shock me to look back at it now. At least I'm still here to talk about it.:\
 
yes i agree that this is a test, or a process rather, where we are to experience for god like a bunch of nerve endings. the further along in reincarnation as people we are, the further along in "vibe" we become until matching the vibe of god becoming whole again.

it is interesting how in many cultures, we are thought to have a go at 7 life times as people, the same as our core physical chakras. each has a unique revolution/vibe to them that it seems we graduate from, one to the next as our consciousness does. each uniquely colored 7 core chakras being active and lit, allows for access to the top two chakras, which are white light, the white light seen in NDE's.


* IMO
 
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I wonder how anyone is actually capable of judging accurately whether a vision is a past life or not. It is entirely possible you're seeing a memory of some other existence.. but to say this was your past life? How on earth could one possibly say for sure? I mean I fully believe that all time has already happened and that one can see into the matrix of that tapestry in certain circumstances.. but a past life, to know for sure.. how? I guess if you had a huge sense of deja vu and a nostalgic feeling you could feel it was the case.. who knows.
 
Thanks for the reply -=SS=-, yeah when I was first recovering in hospital I didn't immediately judge it as a past-life experience, although I still even in hospital had that palpable fear and thought there was people coming to shoot me. It took them a long time to convince me that wasn't the case.

The reasons for beginning to think it was a past-life experience are:

- The uncanny realism. Like I said before, why would my brain create a hallucination of a random Cambodian soldier smoking cigarettes, speaking a different language, eating meals, patrolling, joking with friends etc. all in REAL-TIME? It just seems so freaking out-of-the-box. It was just as real as the reality I'm experiencing now. Feelings, smells, tastes, touch, everything!

- The fact that most documented PLEs under deep hypnotism nearly always mention that their most recent past-life died roughly 10-15 years before the birth of their current self. The Second Indo-China raged in Cambodia around 1970-75. I was born 1987.

- At the time of the incident I had no idea Cambodia had a modern King/Prince, I thought that was purely a European thing. But lo-and-behold there was King Norodom Sihanouk at the very forefront of the Cambodian armed conflict at this very time. It was very important to me during the experience that I was *fighting for the King*.

- When I was very young I used to make my mother upset because I kept on telling her that I didn't actually come from this family and I had left my other family behind and was sent here instead.

- Lots of further research into the validity of past-lives.

I tried to find this video on YouTube but I can't. It's a skeptical reporter who thinks it's all rubbish but agrees to undergo regression, with the assumption that he'll be able to prove it to be quackery. He begins describing an incredible thirst, and then goes into intense detail about the daily life of an 18th century peasant in India. If I find it later I'll post it up.
 
Here's a really good doco which goes through past-lives:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpaCY_aSK5Y

And also one of on NDEs from a scientific point of view:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1vWoUoiaP4

n.b. I never actually had a full NDE in the sense that I saw the "bright light" with the tunnel, or floating outside my body, which is usually what is described when people undergo NDE experience from acute heart-failure. I only got to a point where I was "saying goodbye" to the ethereal spirits of those I cared about, but never actually "crossed-over".
 
I absolutely believe you, Amino. I had a death experience myself many years ago during a botched surgery in Central Europe.
I do not feel that these experiences are solely the result of synapses misfiring during the death process. I know for a fact that what happened to me was no hallucination. And as you said, it had aspects of truth to it from the past and future which you couldn't have known. What you experienced also caused you to reevaluate your life path and make some very needed changes. I feel sometimes we are allowed to see these things in order to help us make these corrections. I'm glad you're still here :D and thanks for sharing!
 
I think it's possible. I had something that might have been a past life experience some years ago, though it was very brief, more like a flashback of a single traumatic event (I'll only say that it was far in the past) than a holistic conception of what "my" life was like. It was extremely vivid--sights, sounds, and sensations--though, and I haven't had anything like it since. I had another one much later, but it was not nearly as striking, being something of a recalled emotion of what it was like to be in a besieged city.
 
One of my most frequent and accepted delusions involves the realization that I killed myself in my last life.
I can't even point to any evidence or experiences that support this, except that he died the same year I was born and that we both developed nearly identical ideologies without any knowledge of each other or our works.
But I am of relatively firm conviction nonetheless. I can just feel it. Plus I don't care if it's "objectively" true. Objectivity is a false precept.

I know my truth!! Lolol..
 
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