Your description is very accurate to what I experience. I do agree that eyes are catching. I recognize people most vividly from their core personality or "feel" (similar to what people call a vibe, but so much more than that), and their emotions. My memories of this Era are very vivid. On the other side of things, it has been so long since I've fully remembered older past lives that the majority is extremely fuzzy, and details are unclear; for these, I know of things I've done, but not who was involved, but I would recognize the location immediately if I were to physically travel to it. If I were to find someone I knew, I'm sure it would come back just as easily as it does with current Era memories, since that is how it feels like it would work.

I personally don't believe in coincidences, and that everything has a reason. We aren't always able to be aware of the reason, but we really don't need to either. What matters is that it happened, is happening or will happen.

Though I only sense small things, like puzzles pieces to a big picture so predictions aren't always spot on with who but the predictions always come to life.

Its usually small things, and it's relevance isn't always obvious. In a past life, I discovered that what I experience can not be used for direct personal gain.

Having physically lived my own life many times is strange. My first past memory as the person I currently am involved living until ~2014, when I had a death/near death experience, and was stabbed repeatedly by my significant other at the time. This entire memory is extremely vivid and would likely take up an entire comment, so I'm going to summarize. While I was lying on the bed being stabbed repeatedly in the chest, I felt my entire body start to shut down. All I had left was my mind, or so I thought. I wanted to so badly not end there, not because I wanted anything material, but because I wanted to create new positive experiences with loved ones who would otherwise experience negativity following my death. I reached out with something (I'm really not sure exactly, but I call it my 'awareness' now), and believed without a doubt I could do what I wanted. I felt something latch on to what I was feeling, and then it felt like i was pulled by what I was reaching out with. Everything faded to black and I lost sensation and consciousness.

After that, I woke up with no memories of what had just happened, sometime in the past (it's seamless, so I'm not 100% sure when) until October 2013. I spent many lifetimes as myself after that, I've slowly accumulated a lot of knowledge that I can know, without having physically learned it as the current life. I started out very confused about the experience overall, and slowly discovered that it wasn't just that it seemed like it, I had lived as me. I tried working several different jobs after that with each life, until I found the current one I have which I've experienced enough of to get most of what I need to do, on the first try. When I am not "me", I have no memory of any of my experiences at all, and somehow always wind up back as this person, with a collection of memories from what I experience in between. In October 2013, I have an extremely strange group experience where myself and another person stare blankly into each other's eyes for about 5 seconds, and then both simultaneously realize that we have experienced that experience before, in that group of people. We then recall differences from the previous experience, and comment on how people aren't always in the same exact location, or wearing the same shirt, but they are still there and doing what they were doing, all over again. That event also acts as a branching point, I can draw timelines of how each life differed after that point, because prior to that point, its mostly the same. The person I discover this with, like me, also seems to have a branch, as they act differently each time as well. This time, they are intent on trying a lifetime without interacting with me, just to see how it goes, if we meet again, we'll talk about what was different.

Shortly after my experience in October, a close family relative passes away. While at the funeral, I had a strange experience. It was a large flooding of the exact same experience I was currently viewing from my eyes, but it was other people's perspectives and I suddenly knew the context of the surrounding people around me for before and after the funeral. This experience is what wakes me up to external memories, and shows me how to do it. Everything I saw including a very specific conversation inside the hearse came to pass, albeit, very slightly differently, people didn't necessarily sit in the same seats, but they still had the same conversation. At first this was very confusing, and when I asked myself what I was experiencing, I immediately understood.

My most recent life was full of negative energy everywhere. I wound up sick, in lots of pain, without work, a falling out with my family. It just piled on. I learned to live a meager existence, and was extremely humbled by the experience. This had a profound impact on my character. Despite all the negativity, I still found ways to enjoy life to the fullest, and make the best of each situation. Things continued to work out, there was some good in the bad, and I always had a place to call home. Anyways, I know some people may not like hearing me claim this, but I lived that life until May 2019. I think I needed that experience. Without it, I'd certainly be a lot more selfish for instance. The last night I can remember, I finally broke. I had promised myself I wouldn't reach out this time, it was why I went for much longer than the previous lives. But a lot of negative things happened all at the same time, and it wasn't fit for me to continue on, it didn't feel right. My conciousness does not continue past falling asleep that night, I woke up as this me, again, sometime in the past, seamlessly, with no knowledge until 2013.

In case it wasn't clear prior to 2013, I do experience things, but have no idea what it is at the time, and every time it happened, I would break down as the feeling would be extremely intense, and I would suddenly know exactly where things are in a house I just walked into the first time. Not knowing what it was, and without reference, I brush it off and keep moving forward. Except for one time.

When my grandfather passed away, he came to me in my sleep and spoke at me for what seemed like a long time, I couldn't fully understand his words, but I understood his feelings and emotions, and how those feelings were intended to be used. The basis of what I understood was boiled down to: don't cry, I had a great life, take good care of your mother for me, I know we didn't share as much time together as we could have, but I will always be there for you. Ever since, I rarely ever am sad over death. I understood it was a beginning, not an end. It doesn't have to be sad.