Novel & Cerita Memories Of A Past Life

Laney frowns at him and her shoulders drop in defeat. “Monty, I’m positive. I was in the shower, and then the next minute it was like I was there again. I could feel the freezing water and the fear. It felt like I lost them all over again.” She says looking up at the ceiling and swiping at the tears on her cheeks. “That sounds like a memory,” I admit. “In your past lives you would get random bursts, not that you had forgotten but as if your brain was accessing and processing memories in order to put things together.”

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

He turned and faced me. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation last night,” I leaned lightly against the edge of the desk, keeping my posture relaxed. “And?” “And I realized something,” he continued. “You’re asking questions because you don’t remember things everything and you also don't have context behind every fragment memory.” “That’s generally how memory loss works,” I said lightly. Something almost like a smile touched his mouth but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes,” he said. “But I want you to know that slme people in your past life weren’t who you think they were, Hazel.”

I watched as I died in Luca’s arms. When I blinked next, I was in Luca’s arms, and he was caressing my face. “Did you see?” He asked nervously. “I saw. We lovers in a past life,” I said to him matter of factly. “It’s my current life, your past life. I never imagined I’d see you again in this lifetime. I had assumed it’d be a long time before we were reunited. I just…I can’t believe it,” Luca began to sob as he pulled me closer.

“Wala kasi akong magawa.” Sumulyap siya saglit sa akin at ngumiti, dahilan para dumagundong ang dibdib ko. ‘Tang ina, nasosobrahan na ba ako sa kape? “May nabasa ako noon na, may rare doctors, neurologist or psychologists and psychiatrist ang naniniwala sa past lives at parallel universe . . .” Tumingin siya sa akin. “Hindi mo ba naisip na . . . baka ‘yong nasa alaala mo, ikaw at ako pala mismo sa nakaraang mga buhay natin?”

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

I explain to him what I saw that night as much as I can remember. I even tell him that I called for help and he stood there searching for the source of the voice as he couldn't see me. I explain how my grandfather erased my memory to save me. He listens to everything and sit there with me in his lap deep in his thoughts. "It's time for you to learn important things from our past life," he says after some time. "What do you mean by that?" I ask him shocked. Past life? does he mean a life before the one I am currently living? Is such a thing possible?

"The accounts speak of a power that transcends mortality. A cyclical existence." "That's me," I said quietly. "Or it was before this." I tapped the cuff on my wrist, the metal cold and dead against my skin. "I've died before. Many times. Each time, I come back, but... pieces get lost." "Not lost," Lena corrected, still scanning the text. "According to this, the memories remain but are sealed during rebirth as protection. The mind can't handle the weight of multiple lifetimes all at once." "So, what triggers them? Why do I remember some things and not others?"

He explained that sometimes when people are reincarnated, they come with memories of their past life because they still have something to do. When she asked him if it was normal, he just looked at her like she had two heads. It only happened to one in millions of people. It wasn’t normal. Apparently, since she had regrets, or yearned for someone from her past, the past life intrudes on the current life, until something soothes it. The monk asked her if she remembered anything about a regret, an oath, a promise, an unfinished task, or just something important she had to do. It was then she understood what had been happening.

Why can't we stay human, live like humans, grow old together, die, and be reincarnated again? If only I could be born again. If only I could be reincarnated as a human. “If,” I started finding the words that made Fermine look at me. “I die, and be reincarnated. Is there really no way for me to remember everything? I mean, will all my memories be erased?” "Yeah, your memories will appear as dreams but you can never remember them as your own memories." "Are you certain?" I can’t believe it. I was hoping there are some lapses, or cases where one remembered everything from his or her past life. “How about the girl you loved? Have you seen her in this lifetime? Has she been reincarnated?”