ymunio
A Disturbance in the Force
Who else knows that this is possible? You can 'remember' future incarnations (and even future events from your present incarnation, if you're open enough) in much the same way you can 'remember' past lives. I bring this up on this forum because it's my understanding that the Cassiopaean material itself was transmitted from the perspective of the channeler herself in a possible future incarnation/setting. There is discussion about whether this was the same thing as what people describe as the "higher self" where in 6th density we have simultaneous and instant ability to view/contact/councel ourselves at any/every moment in time in any/every one of our previous incarnations. Well I'm dying to know more about how that all works, because my wife and I both seem to "remember" our future experiences sometimes before they happen.
Back when we were dating in '02 or '03, we were walking and holding hands one night, and we both knew that we'd get married and have a daughter together eventually. Because this all came up in conversation with a casual certainty, like it had already happened and we both already knew it was ahead of us. But our voices were hushed when we talked about it, like it was something we weren't meant to talk about. As if we're all in some sort of matrix where if you don't at least act surprised by everything then bad things might happen. Like life is just a big play or act or illusion. Then in '05 we did get married, but not just to prove ourselves right. It was just how things turned out, a decision we both made like anyone else. And in '08 she did get pregnant, though it wasn't planned on a conscious level. And even though the ultrasound technician insisted the baby would be born a boy, we both *knew* somehow that the technician was wrong. And she was wrong, because in '09 she gave birth to a baby girl just like we knew would happen. The same baby girl we'd both had visions of before, and the only person surprised was the technician. As if on some level we trusted our own hidden knowledge of future events more than we trusted science itself.
What I've pieced together is that I'm remembering an alternate timeline somehow. One that's mostly similar but has some deviation. What's on my mind tonight is my death scene. Throughout the 2030's I had been working as an electrician for a company that kept sending me back to a specific apple orchard in Washington, one with a gated entrance and a wall of tall trees that marked the perimeter of the property. They were always installing/maintaining conveyor equipment to process apples. My first assignment there disturbed me because I had recognized it as my death scene but I decided not to forego the job because at the time I needed the money. The more I worked there without any accidents the more mistrust I had in my premonitions of dying there. Until around 2040 after a premature retirement I had taken a job at the same orchard, for financial reasons. my company insisted on sending me there because it was a place I was already familiar with. A few days into the job I was working alone outside reaming pipework to be installed below grade which would eventually power an outdoor screw conveyor. My few days of retirement had made me gain some weight, I could barely fit into my old blue-white striped overalls. The shock of being back on my feet doing construction work was too much of a shock, sudden chest pains and I fell over on my back clutching my chest. I was dead, just like in all the visions I had since I was young.
Sorry to ramble, I've had no one to talk to about this. It's something my wife doesn't like to talk about too much, but has consumed me lately. I can't hold it in any longer. How can we remember future events.
Back when we were dating in '02 or '03, we were walking and holding hands one night, and we both knew that we'd get married and have a daughter together eventually. Because this all came up in conversation with a casual certainty, like it had already happened and we both already knew it was ahead of us. But our voices were hushed when we talked about it, like it was something we weren't meant to talk about. As if we're all in some sort of matrix where if you don't at least act surprised by everything then bad things might happen. Like life is just a big play or act or illusion. Then in '05 we did get married, but not just to prove ourselves right. It was just how things turned out, a decision we both made like anyone else. And in '08 she did get pregnant, though it wasn't planned on a conscious level. And even though the ultrasound technician insisted the baby would be born a boy, we both *knew* somehow that the technician was wrong. And she was wrong, because in '09 she gave birth to a baby girl just like we knew would happen. The same baby girl we'd both had visions of before, and the only person surprised was the technician. As if on some level we trusted our own hidden knowledge of future events more than we trusted science itself.
What I've pieced together is that I'm remembering an alternate timeline somehow. One that's mostly similar but has some deviation. What's on my mind tonight is my death scene. Throughout the 2030's I had been working as an electrician for a company that kept sending me back to a specific apple orchard in Washington, one with a gated entrance and a wall of tall trees that marked the perimeter of the property. They were always installing/maintaining conveyor equipment to process apples. My first assignment there disturbed me because I had recognized it as my death scene but I decided not to forego the job because at the time I needed the money. The more I worked there without any accidents the more mistrust I had in my premonitions of dying there. Until around 2040 after a premature retirement I had taken a job at the same orchard, for financial reasons. my company insisted on sending me there because it was a place I was already familiar with. A few days into the job I was working alone outside reaming pipework to be installed below grade which would eventually power an outdoor screw conveyor. My few days of retirement had made me gain some weight, I could barely fit into my old blue-white striped overalls. The shock of being back on my feet doing construction work was too much of a shock, sudden chest pains and I fell over on my back clutching my chest. I was dead, just like in all the visions I had since I was young.
Sorry to ramble, I've had no one to talk to about this. It's something my wife doesn't like to talk about too much, but has consumed me lately. I can't hold it in any longer. How can we remember future events.
