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One night I went to bed and had a dream, the dream was that I was in a realm where all around me I saw white.  Nothing but white, but of white what I cannot say. Although others was there with me I saw no one, no physical bodies, but I was aware of plenty beings there with me. Someone who I perceived as Chinese spoke to me and told me to go and get a laughing Buddha and I should light a specific candle to it.  I asked what was a laughing Buddha and they showed me the statue of a laughing Buddha with his hand up in the air with palms tuned up, a chubby pleasant looking man.

I woke up the morning and called a friend of mine and asked her to follow me to China Town to look for this Buddha. I went into several stores looking for the Buddha I saw in the realm where I received this message, I remembered clearly the instructions of how it should look and how I should take care of it, the Chinese man had told me that it was for my prosperity, I needed it at the time especially, I was going through a rough patch. I went from shop to shop but none of the Buddha that I saw spoke to me. I eventually went into a shop where I saw an older Chinese woman, the usual behavior in trying to move her product met me at the door, speaking very fast in her limited English, which was an act at first. I called her one side, too embarrass to tell her my dream in full ear shot of others. Her English, although heavily accented was better than I thought or what she pretended it to be and I proceeded to tell her what I was looking for and what the Chinese man in “heaven”, I called it that, thinking she would understand that word better pass “realm”, told me and of the instructions he gave. She stepped back and looked at me wide eye, and said incredulously “Buddha came to you!”

She looked around as if she was about to let loose some state secret, and told me that in China they normally give the Buddha red light, but as I was told something else then I should do that, I should listen to the instructions. She said she could not believe that Buddha came to me, and she looked me over as if she wanted Sue Ming to step out of my body instead of this Black girl she saw standing before her.

I got the Buddha and she instructed me on where to go and get it prayed over by the monks at the Temple. I went made a donation and left it there for some days to return for it. She said when I leave it, there were things these monks would do to bring it alive, she explained to me that she would normally sell these things but not explain any of what she did to me to her customers, I guessed my vision convinced her that with me there was something special going on. And indeed it was – oh, if I could tell you all how my life changed after that!

I have had many dreams of Chinese people coming to me and speaking to me. Once when I was in California, I saw myself in a very tiny shop, which was packed with Chinese artifacts. I saw two very pretty Chinese young ladies and I knew instantly that they were my family. One was smiling at me and the other was hurrying me up, telling me that “Mommy” was waiting for me; they both spoke Cantonese of course, telepathically and I understood them. She was upset with me that I took long to come, they ushered me into another small room, where I saw a very beautiful and richly dressed older woman with a stern face. I ran to her, but her stance was solid and as I embraced she did not return it. I was unperturbed by this because I knew her anger would soon come down, and she softened somewhat enough to tell me to get Quan Yin (the Chinese Osun). Again like the girls she spoke to me through her mind. Quan Yin was in the shop and she told me to take it and go, she warned me not to stay away so long again. I saw them again about ten other times in my visions and dreams and I have since realized that they were my family in one of my incarnations.

The first language I spoke when I first became possessed was Chinese. Often times when I hear Mandarin and Cantonese spoken I know what is being said, this is not often but it has happened enough and I still speak Chinese when I am possessed lol, it is something to see and hear. People who knows me and can “see,” will  ask me if there is Chinese in my family, to which I would secretly smile. In my house I have a Chinese shrine with all the major deities. I am drawn to China and Mr. Chin or his wife cannot cook Chinese food like me. I believe that my last incarnation may have been there. I have more to discuss on this subject, more personal stories, but it will be another time for now Read this

Obara Meji Chinn!

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Yesterday somebody sent this to me and told me to share if I wanted to, I thought it quite interesting, so I will. The person directed me to a link on his facebook page and so I have copied the story and pasted it. Enjoy!

 

Tophers’ Two Cents – Reincarnation

I would like to share a story with all of you. I know it’s not your average socially acceptable story, but it’s a true story nonetheless. I’ve talked to a few people about posting this and I’ve heard mixed opinions. I’ve heard “People will judge you.” and “People will think you’re crazy.” Yeah…maybe…but that doesn’t bother me. After the events you’ll read about you’ll understand why nothing really gets to me anymore. This whole thing is about reincarnation, as you see in the title. If this is something you don’t want to read about then it’s ok to stop reading here. I used to scoff when people talked about it. I used to think it’s a ridiculous notion. So I understand.

 

A few people know about my strange experiences in Maine. If you don’t I’ll give a little back story.

 

When I was a kid I remember drawing lighthouses. It wasn’t an obsession, but I remember really enjoying them. I remember drawing 2 of them as a kid. One was short and had a flat top and one a little taller and had regular type roof. As most of you know, Meredith partly grew up in Maine. Her mother knew I liked lighthouses and sent me a picture of the Portland Head Light in Cape Elizabeth, ME. It was the same lighthouse as the second one I drew. I thought it had to be coincidence. Maybe I inadvertently saw it growing up. But it was a little scary nonetheless.

 

Shortly after, Meredith and I were talking about our upcoming trip to Maine and I was talking about what I thought the air would feel like, how it looked and just felt in general. She asked me “Are you sure you’ve never been there?” I hadn’t at this point, but I was spot on. It was all coincidences and good guesses, as far as I was concerned.

 

So we fly out there. I was excited to go to a new, foreign place and I’ve always wanted to see and touch an actual lighthouse. When I get off the plane I expected the excitement to continue. Instead, what I mainly felt was a sort of calm. I felt I was “home”. I felt that I belonged there. Sure, I was still a little excited. But it became like a secondary emotion. After meeting Meredith’s parents we immediately go to the Portland Head Light. It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. The closer I got to it; the more my emotions became a weird mix of calm, fear, and nerves.  I walked up to it, touched the lighthouse and pictured myself standing in front of that other light house I drew (the one with more of a flat top). It made absolutely no sense and typically I would brush something like that aside. But when the picture flashed in my head I felt a lot of peace. I felt different. Maybe pride? Happiness? I don’t know. Once reality set in the whole situation freaked me out because even though it was a little picture in my head, it was real to me.

Now this is the first time I met Mere’s Parents so, obviously, I had to internalize everything that was happening. I didn’t want them thinking I was some kind of crackpot. I definitely felt like it. I kept telling myself it’s all in my head. As we drove from Portland to Brunswick, all the old buildings and the geography felt familiar. Even though I kept all these thoughts to myself, I couldn’t keep in was how comfortable I was there. It was apparently noticeable because, after a few days of being there, I was told maybe I was a lighthouse keeper in a previous life. I laughed it off. I didn’t believe in “past lives”. To me reincarnation was an interesting and fun metaphysical topic, but nothing more.

 

I wanted to shrug it off (The image) but the next morning we noticed something on the front page of the Portland Press Herald. There were sailboat races happening while we were picnicking at the Portland Head Light and there was a plane flying around taking photos. There, on the front page, was a large aerial photo. We were looking to see if we could find us at our table. Zooming in on the photo we see the moment I touched the lighthouse, confirmed with the photo Mere got of that exact moment, which is also the exact moment I had that little image in my head.  You can see a picture of the comparison on my Facebook (in my mobile photos). I also uploaded it to this note if you don’t want to search. Even though it was really cool I knew it had to be a coincidence…one hell of a coincidence but a coincidence nonetheless. But now after everything I don’t think it was. Now after everything that’s happened I think it’s almost as if the universe was trying to get me to find answers. Like “Hey, you can’t ignore me now”. Though there were plenty of little situations, the Portland Head Light situation was the biggest thing that happened there.

 

Then it was time to leave. It hurt. I felt like I was coming back to a place I didn’t belong. I still don’t feel I belong here. When it was all said and done, enough experiences made me want to find answers. I started questioning everything I learned in my life. I questioned everything I conditioned myself to “believe”. I wanted to know why I had these experiences. So I searched right when I got back

 

I kept coming up empty until I found that 1st flat top lighthouse I used to draw.  That flat top lighthouse is also the Portland Head Light. It was remodeled and raised during the Civil War, which gave it its current look. This, of course, made me want more answers. But after that I kept coming up with nothing.

 

Then I was given a session with a hypnotherapist. Maybe I could find answers. I was hoping to but I could never have expected what happened. This is something I recommend everyone do whether or not you believe in reincarnation.

 

The hypnotherapist did his thing and put me under. Once we were ready he asked me a series of questions. It was a 1 hour 45 min session that felt like 15 minutes to me.

 

Here are the key points of this session:

 

Therapist –  Where are you

Me- A field

Therapist – Where’s the field?

Me – Massachusetts.

Therapist – What’s your name?

Me – James.

Therapist – What are you wearing?

Me – Something blue. (I realized I was a soldier) I’m a Captain.

Therapist – What year is it?

Me -1780.

Therapist – What’s happening?

Me – I just won land.

Therapist – What for?

Me – For the battles

Therapist – What battles?

Me – I don’t remember their names. But I think all of them.

Therapist – How do you feel?

Me – It’s bittersweet

Therapist – Why?

 

This is where I start uncontrollably sobbing

 

Me – I lost my brother.

Therapist – What his name

Me – I don’t remember

Therapist – Who is with you?

Me – My wife

Therapist – What’s her name?

Me – Esther

 

He then told me to go to James deathbed.

 

Therapist – How old are you?

Me – 72

Therapist – What year is it?

Me – 1817

Therapist – What are you dying of.

Me – I don’t know. I can’t move.

Therapist – Who’s with you?

Me – My family

Therapist – What have you learned from this life

Me – Family is important.

Therapist – How did you feel about this life?

 

I start sobbing again

 

Me – I killed so many people…..for land. It’s not worth it.

Therapist – Who did you kill?

Me – The “Reds”. They were innocent. I killed them.

 

The therapist then asked me to go forward to the next important part of this journey.

 

Therapist – Where are you?

 

I started talking funny, at least funny to me. I wasn’t talking like “me”.

 

Me – An alley. It’s cold.

Therapist – Who’s with you?

Me – A bunch of people. I don’t know them

Therapist – Where is this alley?

Me – Chicago

Therapist – How are you feeling?

Me – I’m excited

Therapist – Why are you excited?

Me – Martin Luther King is gonna be on the TV

Therapist – That makes you happy?

Me – He’s gonna save us. I shouldn’t talk about this. My wife says to keep my

mouth shut. She says I talk too much. People like us need to stay quiet.

Therapist – Why?

Me – It’s dangerous for us. (I remember getting really angry here) Black folk need

to know our place

 

Earlier I said I thought I was talking funny. You probably gathered I was talking like a “ghetto”1960’s black guy. The therapist asked me a few other things that I don’t recall and then he had me go to the end of that “life”. I started shaking. I remember feeling scared and I felt something hard and cold at the base of my skull. I remember the therapist helping me disassociate from the emotions. He told me to look at it as an outsider. I remember being able to kind of do that. But I was still crying pretty hard.

 

Therapist – What’s going on?

Me – They killed her

 

I remember feeling the emotions again and remember either thinking or saying Oh god please.

 

Therapist – They killed who?

Me – My wife. I think I’m next

Therapist – Why are they there?

Me – I think they’re robbing me. I don’t know. I have nothing

Therapist – What are they saying?

Me – Niggers don’t deserve life.

Therapist – Do you know them?

Me – No. Just another “Whitey”

 

He has me go passed this life to the next important part. I did, but not before I heard the bang and the back of my head felt a mix of hot and cold. This is probably the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t remember this session like a bad dream. They feel like memories now, I felt I was there. And never in my life had I been this terrified. After the bang I started feeling calm. I felt love. I felt peace.

 

Therapist – Where are you?

Me – I don’t know

Therapist – What does it look like?

Me – I don’t know. It’s nothing.

Therapist – What do you see?

Me – Nothing. It’s white. But not white. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. It’s nothing

Therapist – Who is with you?

Me – (Really happy at this point) It’s Sammy!

Therapist – Who’s Sammy?

Me – He’s my friend

Therapist – What does he look like?

Me – (I thought this was a stupid question) He looks like Sammy. He just is.

Therapist – He doesn’t have a face?

Me – (Once again I thought this was a stupid question) No. No one does.

Therapist – Is anyone else there?

Me – Yes

Therapist – Who else is there?

Me – 6 others.

Therapist – Who are they?

Me – Elders. They help.

 

Then I remember trying to explain what I saw again. No words do it justice. It was literally like everything and nothing all at once. No color yet every color.

 

Therapist – Is Sammy telling you anything?

Me – He asked if I learned my lesson and if I could finally forgive myself

Therapist – What lesson?

Me – I killed so many innocent people. I needed to be the innocent one being killed.

Therapist – How many times did you become the innocent man?

Me – A few

Therapist – So did you learn?

Me – I don’t know. Sammy and the others are telling me I have to go back now. I don’t want to.

Therapist – Why not?

Me – I’m scared. Sammy told me that this will be different. I will probably struggle.

Therapist – With what?

Me – I don’t know

Therapist – What else is he telling you?

Me – When I do he will be there to help me be the best soul I can be. I don’t want to

go back.

 

The therapist has me continue. It’s cold. I’m scared. I see my aunt Gloria (which is weird) then I see a middle aged man. Then I find myself in the “area” the Therapist put me in before the regression began. At this point I was being pulled out of the hypnosis.

 

Whether this was all “in my head” or not it’s still an incredible story. A man punishing himself over and over again due to his guilt. I came out of this session a different person. I felt “I” could “forgive myself”. A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders and my overall demeanor changed.  But that evening I left being fairly confused. I almost expected the regression to put me in Maine. I expected to be a lighthouse keeper or someone who had something to do with it. I’ve never liked the name “James”. Why would I call myself that? Though I felt happier, it opened my world to a whole lot more questions

 

Now this last part is why *I don’t feel it’s in my head. I searched for “Captain James” and I found quite a few, but none matched. Then I finally stumbled upon Captain James Buxton.

 

Around 1780 Captain James Buxton was awarded 300 acres of land in Massachusetts for his service in the war. His wife’s name was Esther Southwick. He was a musician. He either played the drums or flute. I’m not sure which but a fife and drum corp is named after him. Interesting side note is before I played trumpet in 3rd grade I wanted to play drums in the school band. All of the spots were taken. Then I wanted to play the flute but the teacher said I had the wrong fingers. That may be coincidence, but if it is it’s a pretty big one. James died in 1817 at the age of 72. His reported cause of death was paralysis. If you read this far it all sounds familiar. Almost everything with the regression matches James’ life.

 

At first I was confused about what I meant by “The Reds” that James killed. In searching for James I realized that the British wore red uniforms, hence “the reds”.

 

So where does the image of the original Portland Head Light come into play?

 

I also learned that at that time Maine was still part of the Colony of Massachusetts. George Washington engaged two men to build the Portland Head Light in 1787. As you read before, this is the same timeframe as James Buxton and Buxton served under George Washington. It is feasible Buxton was there for the construction, or completion. This isn’t a for sure thing, but looking at everything else it would make sense.

 

Unfortunately I found nothing on the guy in the 60’s. But I remember him being a nobody and if someone black got murdered in the 60’s it wasn’t necessarily newsworthy. But the important thing about that part of the regression is my birthmark. After the regression I also looked up a lot of stuff on reincarnation in general. Dr. Ian Stevenson worked for decades with children who claimed to remember past lives. One of the things he noticed with almost all of the children with birthmarks or birth defects were they were in correlation with the “past life” memory. For example, there is a child who remembers being stabbed in the chest. Per the medical records of the man the child claimed to have been, not only did the birthmark match the location of the stab wound but the shape of the wound and the birthmark matched perfectly. This is only one case. There have been hundreds that match the same way. I don’t know if some of you have seen my birthmark. It a large red birthmark that looks just like someone put a gun to the back of my head.

 

Another interesting fact is seeing my Aunt Gloria who is pretty much not in the family now. My Mother confirmed that she was there in the room when I was born.

 

The last part is about the strange everything/nothing place. While looking into it I stumbled upon something that’s called “LBL Regression”. It stands for Life Between Lives”. There are quite a few people who have had them. The atmosphere and the surroundings vary depending on the person. But there are always more than one “being” present and they are always called “Elders” and in every LBL regression somebody has a guide which is a more advanced “soul”. They usually remember being asked “What did you learn?” or something similar. These are people from all over the world. People who have never met one another. People who really can’t share stories. Yet they all have similar accounts, just like mine.

 

What’s the importance of Sammy? I remember recognizing the “being” as my friend Sam. I spent 30 years not knowing who I was. I didn’t know how I was supposed to be. I made a lot of mistakes and I started hating everyone else because of it. I didn’t like my life and I hit my breaking point. Insert Sam.

 

I won’t go into certain personal details of my life but yes. At 30 years old, insert Sam, who saved my life and to this day challenges me to better myself.

 

Theoretical physics speaks of the possibilities of reincarnation. Every religion, including 1st century Christianity speaks of it. The Ancient Greeks spoke of it. It was a unanimous belief prior to 500 AD. I think the religious and spiritual unanimity along with theoretical physics gives it at least a shred of weight.  After my experiences and discoveries I genuinely belief it exists. And this, for me, eliminates fear. It eliminates worry. It eliminates stress. There are far more important things than what we, as a society, worry about.

 

So why am I telling everybody about this experience? I want to encourage those who have similar situations to dig, and dig deep. I feel that there are always answers. We just might not always know where to look. I want to encourage people who may be scared to open up about it because of some social stigma. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks about you but you. If you have ever had any kind of gut feeling like this, or if you’ve had any crazy experiences like I did, have a regression done. You may be surprised at what you find.

 

Now after nearly 8 pages of typing in Microsoft Word I’ll let you all go. Thanks for reading, and take care.

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A kì í mọ̀ọ́ rìn mọ̀ọ́ yan kí orí má mì l’ọ́rùn. /
One can’t be so adept at walking and marching that the head won’t shake on the neck….Yoruba Proverb!

[No one is perfect]

All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…..Obara Meji!

There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned…..Obara Meji!

 

 

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Howdy Ty Yazzy Yaz 😀 hey sunshine lol you’re so bubbly!!!

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Ty and Yazzy, big up…

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Happy Wednesday Obara and alll my sweeties!!! I love this space!! Love our meeting of the minds….

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Teach mi piece phone wey mi use to log on wid ‘outta commision’. Bwoy, mi a pree Domgoa. I think its a lady pretending to be a man trying to wind you up. Mi did juss a watch little bit more… My first clue was when Nunu mentioned the spiritual experience her brother had and Domgoa said he too, but he didnt want to speak about it. Domgoa wants to speak about Nunu and wants answers to dreams he/she has not spoken about…That reminds me of the Pharoh who wanted the people to tell him the dreams that he got..So… Read more »

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Side note: We here on ES do not do it, but I just want to say, never you treat people bad or in our slang, nuh hype pan nuh baddy, big man ting… There are some children at my office for summer jobs..I don know who they are connected to and frankly, I do not care. I treat all of them well. So much so that the two young men have taken to me (high school students, about age 16). They got their results and they did extremely well. A co-worker of mine, came in very excited..Her son got all… Read more »

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Teach mi hurt, yu dis rush mi suh…Mi dey a celebrate wid mi summer workers dem. CXC results come out..Good passes dem get…Mi happy fi dem…

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Blessed Mornin Bloggers 🙂

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AMH mi fambily doan duh mi dat…Yu nuh si di stroy wey mi write, your comments dem neva come up yet…Also, respect Courtney, naah si yu…Wah a gwan more time a juss me one numo dey here unno…No dis ting man…Mi sey mi sarry nuh badda have mi up…LOL

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Morning M just come fi ask weh yu deh Lion Paw missis mad yu mad long time lol nuh disrespect but nuff tings yu type mi reach grung n buss dutty laff. Pray M pray and wi a pray right long side a yu…

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Come mi diss mi come, come mi dis a come, come mi dis a come an minuh waan nuh baderation ooooo. (wey mi sey), Come mi diss mi come, come mi dis a come, come mi dis a come an minuh waan nuh baderation ooooo Mi fambily, mi sey wata more dan flour…How unno duh? Miss Chinn, maximum respect. large up yuself. Mi glad fi si di massive a roll out. Vanessa, welcome back. Cami, Ty, Toy, Nunu, Yazzy, Bubblez, everybady, Lion paw…. Did come good work and from last week, crazy work di boss a sen on…. Mi a… Read more »

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Aloha Courtney I hope your day is filled with love n light!

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good morning sunshine!!! 🙂

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Morning all
Had a rough day yesterday but today I feel better. The ocean is calling me..hopefully today is a better one

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LOL ekarooooooooooooo good morning Obara my family Vanessa CAmi AMH Ty an all thank yu fi ur prayers. ASE

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Good morning everyone…may the love and light of the Lord be with you today and always… I have everyone in prayers… I thank Oludamare, the GOD of my ancestors for all I am…I give thanks to my ori for steering me towards GOD always…I thank my guardians and spiritual guides for their love and support…my ancestors blood run through me and my children and so they are with me forever … mojuba all the Orishas…mojuba Orunmilla who imparts his wisdom to us all…mojuba Esu for opening our roads and being our enlightened messenger…mojuba Ogun my faithful warrior who continues to… Read more »

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Good morning. I see you guys love the reincarnation stories…and O shared her her “hidden” Asian roots along with that story of solid friendship. loved it. Toy, hold strong as always.

off to the gym to do battle…wishing you all a safe and peaceful day.

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Im so darn scary. I read the other reincarnation post last night and had to turn on the light. I do enjoy reading the posts. More than anything I enjoy the comments from the bloggers. Ms Obara I feel like the cover is being removed from my eyes. Thank you to all the bloggers. I have given you all faces in my head and I read your comments and smile. I feel so connected to this blog. Thank you all.

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Well, patient man ride donkey mi hear…

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It’s a long story relating to happenings in my inward life (outward life as well). What I wanted with my first comment was conformation that it is possible in general. But as the old saying goes, truth Is stranger than fiction.

I do not intend teasing you all whenever I mention my experiences and do not elaborate further. That dose not profit me.

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Good night my beautiful people…pleasant dreams…zi jian ( goodbye in mandarin), pronounced sigh Chen…

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Robin williams yesterday, Lauren McCall today…one more to hear about…

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Sorry Perseid meteor shower…

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Wow Nunu…

The Perseus meteor shower continues tonight and will be peaking…it is estimated that between 3am and 4am, you can see 30 to 40 shooting stars…

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How the dream guh Domgoa?

Ty
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Birthmarks are interesting…so many theories abound,…

My mom and lots of her family members have a mole on their face…and not the one wid the hair growing from it…

I have the small hole at the top of my ears like my dad,..dem seh we stubborn…

I have a mole on the back of my leg that one of my aunts also has…and when I say exact spot, I mean exact spot…

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Greetings everyone.

I had a dream today that the Most High played a practical joke on me for something I had said.

I sense it is a positive omen.

What do you think Obama?

Ty
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I love how the Chinese embrace dem culture…they tend to be very spiritual too…when I was pregnant with my first son, I was walking in the mall, stopped at the food court and a Chinese lady told me I was having a boy…I was not even showing at the time…

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Mi like the son name, lol, I know remembering would probably be scary but mi curious, mi woulda want peep

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I wish I had a reincarnation story to share…I have thought of doing past life hypnosis but scared…in high school in ja, we had a hypnotist come and do a show…he made some students do crazy things on stage….it was all in fun…and from dat me scared of hypnosis…lol My only past connection I have had, was while doing art history felt very connected to the Egyptian art work…I often wonder if I was present doing these times… Obara, I love the Chinese names…Sue Ming is my favorite… My oldest son when he was young would go on YouTube a… Read more »

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Toy my love…I am sorry for your loss…hugs… I feel he is with you honey and is a fierce protector…your mom is highly spiritual…big up your mommy…

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Obara the story of Damon and his friendship is beyond words… Wow….proves again how powerful love is…

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Ty

Present, was on the other post…then was here reading and catching up….

I love reincarnation stories, past life regression, etc…hypnosis is the main way to access these, however make sure it is a qualified person that does it…hypnosis is a very powerful and potent tool…it is used to remove phobias, quit smoking, wt loss etc…hence can be used as therapy however, it can be used with mal intent too…

There is also a famous doctor, dr. Weiss who wrote a book I read years ago called many lives, many masters…cool insights there too…

Mth, I will be praying for you…

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Nunu yailings babygirl yh man is interesting. Obara nuh watch ntn ma di peepers comibg out daily one by one lol its too interesting n dem waa join wi carmardie lol

kiabubblez
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kiabubblez

Hi fambo. Welcome Kay. peepers i see yu lol Amazing post…i might have to try hypnotherapy. I used to have deja vu moments alot. im doing something and feel so familiar or i visualize my self being there before. It hasnt happened in couple years and i often wonder what happen to them visions. Also I have a deformority on my body and that same spot on my child is a birthmark. Hmmm i wonder if i could have reincarnated as a Hawaiian. When i go to greet people aloha often pops out my mouth lol Pythias n Damon never… Read more »

NuNu
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NuNu

Yazzy Yazz!!!Hey sis happy Tuesday too. He’s working double tonight so no celebration. It is fascinating, the things we are learning here priceless, loving it!

MTH
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Wow Toy…

Toy
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You know all of these things fascinate me. When I was pregnant with my daughter my husband showed my mom what daughter looked like and when my woke up she described my daughter to me and that is exactly how she came out looking. Mind you my husband is dead.

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Hello Hello Everyone! Hope your day is going good.That’s such a cool story Obara 🙂 I’ve been having some very multi-cultural dreams lately and would wake up thinking who the hell are these people. I had a few dreams with white people. Someone even gave me a white infant in a box. In the most recent dream an Indian man was talking to me. I find it very interesting that they could be family from different incarnations. I do have a question though. From what I’ve read, I understand that we are reincarnated into our future descendants. So because my… Read more »

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Wow. How brilliant. That sounds lamer than it should but I can’t express how utterly fascinated I am by both Obara’s story and Mr. Topher’s. I’ve never considered Hypnotherapy until now. A Captain in a past life? A 1960’s Chicago Black man? Topher, I envy that experience! I remember as a child I had the strongest fear of horses. My fear was so intense one would have thought I had a terrible accident with a horse, but considering where I live, which has no more animals than pigeons, that wasn’t the case. But I hadn’t the faintest idea why I… Read more »

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Miss Chinn, mi know yu a guh hard cause yu have up yu bow leg dem and yu hot!!!

Miss Yazzy, go to the search up top of the page and put in reincarnation, you willsee a few posts. Mi gane read…

Teach, from morning I am having this nervous feeling, like the feeling you get when you hear bad news. Mi foot dem weak.

MTH
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MTH

Howdy everybody, how unno duh? Just a come off a di road…Sun junk mi. Mi thirsty like dwag…Yazzy mi nuh memba dah post deh…Mek mi clear mi head and put on mi tinking cap….

BTW, Miss Meji-Chinn…Yu related to Tesanne dem? Or you is from di set a Chiney people dem wey have wholesale a Town…

Toy
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Hey Yazzy, Nunu, Amh, Courtney

Yazzy
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Obara thanks. It makes sense now. I’m not sure if the answer to one of my questions was given (im checking now but incase it wasnt) about a person being said to have “an old soul” if that was an indication/ confirmation of the many reincarnated lives they’ve lived??? Also you have an amazing post with a vid attached where the Doctor himself was a non believer of past lives until he had his first experience with a client, under his hypnotic practice take him to the source of a pain he felt a specific part of his body where… Read more »

Courtney
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Afternoon guys!

Is it wrong that I feel i was a man in my past life lol nah or maybe i was……the saga continues! Lol

Happy Tuesday!

Toy
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Okay cool, I love these stories!

AMH
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AMH

Awesome post today Teach, very interesting to read of these experiences. I love the story of Damon, Pythias and the king as well.

Toy
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My manners Ekaso everyone!

Toy
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Is that true Obara your birthmark is the wound that ended your past life?

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Obara, this was a profound post!!! I am absolutely fascinated with these reincarnation stories!! Tho scary at times? I still believe we should all experience this phenomenon! Obara, this is so weird.. last night I had several dreams that kept shifting that aren’t all clear to me but I remember in one of them I was told the year 1960! I will be doing a bit more research on why this year was given to me. I also recall watching a very old movie at the theaters with a friend and there was a woman next to me weeping uncontrollably… Read more »

NuNu
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NuNu

Man it would be so awesome if I could remember a pass life. These stories are, “wow!”

NuNu
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NuNu

Afternoon everybody! Afternoon Miss Meji Chin!

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