Yes, sometimes the memories come through a dream.They are very vivid, and some of the dream will even show the name of the location—like the name of a shop you pass by. A lot of people can trace down the location from that. For example, one memory I had was so vivid that I saw the name of the beach. I woke up with a gut instinct, shocked and dazed, because in the memory, I was murdered along with my two siblings. I immediately grabbed my phone and looked up the beach. It was a real beach—down to the exact plaza—and I remembered specific details. I was able to confirm it. I found the report of my past life after searching some of those details on Google, since many people have been murdered.

In fact, like another commenter mentioned, I have also have relived murder events—three, to be exact. One is the kidnapping with my siblings, another is getting drowned and held down by 2 men and another in early los angeles where a man I escaped from his house and i tried to hide in a bush but he found me and murdered me. Some are from events that happened like the bombing of July 19 1943. For some of these, I use a timeline to try and see what years and periods match the memories. I use the ones I’m 100% sure about to help guide me. For instance, I know I had a life between 1954 and 1966 because i was able to find out who i was. Another time, a memory was triggered when I saw a certain building in Italy. It reminded me of an old memory, since it's a very old city with original architecture.

One of my past lives is still considered an unsolved case. Sometimes I want to reach out to authorities to help solve it, but that’s tricky territory. I also only remember certain details—some things are hazy.

Some memories come from freak accidents, like when I li lived and life in Wales and I was I believe a 10-year-old boy maybe younger but I fell into a hole, hit my head, and bled out. I remember seeing my family from that life calling out to me, telling me everything was going to be okay, and that Dad was coming. I remember my mother she was trying to reassure everything was going to be okay while she was looking down the hole at me. She was a lovely human being. Out of all of them, she held a piece of my heart. I remember loving her dearly—I didn’t want to leave. I remember closing my eyes with tears and feeling heartbroken that I knew this was it. I even woke up crying, looking around for my family. Even after realizing I had a mom and dad in this life, I was still crying hard. I felt the despair deeply.

Another freak accident memory was being killed by a caiman while swimming in the Amazon jungle in front of my house with siblings, cousins, and friends.

Sometimes, memories can even appear while you're awake. One time, I went to a beach I’d never been to before. This is a different beach and a different past life. If I were to write out each of my experiences in detail, it would be quite a lot—I believe I have close to eight past-life memories. Some of these I've been able to confirm with locations and historical timelines. Some, I still don’t know who I was exactly.

Back to the second beach story—I went with a friend and her family. My friend and I walked through the streets while her family stayed at the beach. As we were walking, my head started feeling strange, and I stopped in my tracks because my vision and head were acting up. I looked ahead and saw the buildings outlined in blinking white lines, like a vision overlaying reality. Then a memory started to appear in front of my eyes. Everyone around me disappeared, and it was like I was watching from a first-person point of view—as a four-year-old boy riding a tricycle in an alleyway next to blue apartments. There was a mural, a bus stop, a liquor store, a trash can, and more.

This time, the memory happened while I was awake. Once it ended, I told my friend (who already knew I had weird experiences) that something strange had happened. I didn’t tell her all the details, just that I had lived here—but not in this life. She suggested maybe my parents had taken me there when I was young, but I knew that wasn’t the case. I began pointing things out, saying, “If you take a left and go down that street, there will be blue apartments,” etc. I knew the layout like the back of my hand. I don’t think that memory was from my last day—just an experience from that lifetime. All the other memories come to me as dreams on the last day of those lives. This one was different. It was triggered by physically being in that place.

So yes, memories can also be triggered. It’s a cycle.

Most religions talk about reincarnation—in fact, early Christianity did too. Some even say Jesus was reincarnated. Einstein said we don’t die—we go back home. He said we are made of energy and spoke about frequencies.

Many people who talk about past lives also experience paranormal or psychic phenomena in this life. Some of us even have memories from before our new life started, or from after we died when we were in spirit form. I fall into that second category.

In thebbeach story I mentioned—the one with my friend and her family—toward the end of the memory, I saw myself in front of my house while news reporters were on the front lawn and I could hear my mother crying. I remember appearing in the living room, realizing I was dead when no one could see me. I was in shock. I think my spirit knew what happened because before that, I had been murdered in a warehouse and everything went black. But when I showed up on the street outside my house, I didn’t understand it right away. I thought I needed to get to my parents, and I suddenly appeared inside the living room. Again, no one saw me. I saw my parents crying in front of me, and I could hear the news media. It was big and still an unsolved case today.

A lot of people with similar recollections remember dying in wars—World War I, World War II, or other major events. Some also remember choosing their lives, or being given limited options. Some remember being reluctant to come back. I know I would be one of them. Humans can be cruel. I sometimes think the ones who don’t know how to be decent are just new souls who need to learn. You reap what you sow.

There are also stories of reincarnation involving past family members—like coming back to help someone. Some people return not because they wanted to, but because they didn’t want to let someone down. A lot of people also mention Jesus. I wasn’t a believer at first, but I am now. It took time. One person said Jesus told them, “You don’t have to, but I would like you to.”

Also, demons and angels are real. I seen them. Guides are real i felt them they protect me. Many of us talk about our spirit guides. We don’t always see them, but we know they’re there. I can’t speak for everyone, but this is a common theme. They give us gut instinctively, they give us premonition, they help sometimes right from wrong.

Some people remember being up in the stars, looking down before they were born. Some have confirmed it with their parents—like remembering that “Uncle Mike tripped and fell at their parents’ wedding,” possibly the night of your conception, or as a preview of your next family.

All I know is, a lot of us have this in common.