#pastLife

[sxorpiomooon]

12th house and your past life karma

all you have to do is look at what sign your 12th house is in for example if you are an aquarius ascendant you'll automatically have capricorn in your 12th house etc. this house is only for the 12th house signs but I'll also be making a post on the 12th house planets and what they mean regarding past life!!

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Aries -> Having Aries in your 12th house means that you were native was mean, stubborn, had no respect for life, and were insensitive to the pain and sufferings of others. You will have pay the Karmic debts by becoming sensitive to the pain and sufferings of others.

Taurus -> In the past life you were a miser, greedy, and a wealthy person . In this life the lesson you will learn is about the values, realising that material things do not necessarily bring happiness, love, or fulfilment Being a Gemini ascendant in this life you will pursue your mental objectives and dreams neglecting material possessions.

Gemini -> You Misused your power of communication by spreading lies perhaps careless driving that have caused someone harm, spreading rumors, using media or communication power to tarnish someone's image, mistreatment towards your siblings. Your good contribution towards treating people with care is zero in the past therefore with Cancer ascendant in this life you will pay motherly attention and extra care for all

Cancer -> You were completely unfaithful and irresponsible in your home life. Mistreated your family members especially your mother and children even daughters. Therefore, in present life as Leo ascendant you will suffer with lack of love and attention from your home. You might feel as if you are loved by the society but not liked that also for who you truly are.

Leo -> You might have abused your power and influence for own advancement, controlled others, was selfish, didn't give any value to others love, negligence of family duty and lack of responsibility for your own children in previous life you enjoyed and satisfied your own needs and appetite to the detriment of others. In this life having Virgo as the ascendant you will pay for your sins by serving others.

Virgo -> Might have mistreated and criticized others too much, misuse of power, caused people psychological torture, wrong attitude and action. In the present life you will be the one getting criticised for not giving any importance for details and will yourself be criticized for not doing justice.

Libra -> Your karma might mainly be related to marriage or partnership(business probably). You might have cheated in your business or on your spouse, spoiled someone's married life, has affair with relationship with married people dishonesty, or might have abused your life partner in the past life. With getting everything and everyone in your past life that you wanted without thinking of any consequences for anyone in the past with Scorpio as the ascendant in this life you will always feel misunderstood by others and might never be able to show who you are in your relationships

Scorpio -> took advantage of other's weakness for profit, theft, cheated in business dealing, sexual/emotional exploitation? not sharing the knowledge or right sources. In this life with Sagittarius as your ascendant you will always be the one looking for the source and answers spreading knowledge everywhere.

Sagittarius -> In the past you might have been fully immersed in spiritual and philosophical theories not caring about real life or the people that you are connected with. Irresponsible acts or mistakes made while traveling cause harm to people as well as animals and forests, intentionally or unintentionally. Self-centeredness, neglecting the needs of others, not sharing his knowledge to help others. In this lifetime as Capricorn as ascendant the native will barely focus on spiritual qualities and will run only for the material goods while never being able to express themselves

Capricorn -> You were ambitious and achieved material progress by walking over others in previous life. You were responsible for someone's grief. In present birth with Aquarius ascendant your ambition will only exist to serve other people and you might not be able to find out who you truly are alone while searching for places and people to belong to.

Aquarius -> very foolish and impatient, lack of good logic supported judgement. Walking away from responsibilities in the last life which will in present life causes the person to be dependent and serving others.

Pisces -> In the past the you tried to satisfy his greed by causing others emotional damage, unintentional negligence that resulted in someone's suffering, unable to fulfil own duties because of mental or physical disability. In this life might pay back by always listening to others, having to be there for others having their own suffering neglected by everyone unintentionally

[felinehearted]

dude im shitting myself.

i was drawing what i remember my kits looking like

1 is brown, another is like a light reddish, the third is a tux [that one also i have the least memory of its looks]

i knew i'd drawn them the day of/after i dreamed the memory, but i didn't look at the drawing so that my vision of them wasn't skewed and

now let me show you the drawing I made while i WASN'T LOOKING at this drawing and was ONLY BASING IT off my OWN MEMORY and my OWN GUIDANCE.

one is brown, one is light reddish, and one is tux.

their coats are different, yet still..

moving on from the mindfuck...

i believe the brown and tux are both males since i talk to myself in my head while drawing and referred to them w 'he' and the light reddish with 'she' despite the og drawing having her as a male.

i believe they were old enough to no longer need milk, but i don't remember what thier eyes looked like. maybe amber for the brown one?

while i won't show the old drawing because it sucks ass there was a fluffy male tuxie i was staring at. the cat wasn't very defined, so i don't remember what he looked like all that much- but given the random tuxie, maybe he was my mate?? i haven't got enough proof to be certain...

the squiggles on the tuxie are again because i have the least vision of them, i assume they were tuxie because i knew there were three kittens and i knew it was hard to see one of them clearly.

also the brown one's markings are solid because i didnt think id be mixing them, and the tuxie's are just like that because he's a tux

[pinkpearlsandsoftcream]

Dreams and Reality:

I had a dream( Nightmare) of a death scene, I later realized ,that when I told someone, I was able to identify the killer.

*I told the police and later received $12,000.00 for assisting them.

[louderfade]

this photo kyle took of me in san diego at the height of my alcoholism resurfaced today and i'm filing it here for reasons so everyone enjoy lol you are welcome

[emaraude]

past life lover

you

i still remember you

from my past life

i was the verses of your poetry

and sometimes i try to look for you

with the hope that our paths may cross once more

i remember our shared moments from a distant lifetime

in the morning, you brewed my coffee

your hair, kissed by the lake

you read your newspapers

and wonder why people are the way they are

it’s just you and your contrarian spirit

and, oh, i remember

the maps of constellation in your face

my fingers like stardust brushes

"this one's Andromeda," i'd playfully say

"it's the Big Dipper, you silly." you with your fake bravado

and i’ll laugh and laugh

though both of us were strangers to the stars

by evenings, we frequented elegant soirées

swirling in dance at the middle

thinking the world faded around us

our favorite tunes playing

though, i’m the only one who can sing right

then we slip away and embrace the moonlight

sometimes i’d sigh

wondering if you’re ever around

if you're treading the same streets as i

i’d like to see you again under this lifetime’s sky

and i wonder if i’m the only one who remembered

or if you too, in your still moments, hold me dear

thinking about me just as frequently

and by some divine miracle

there you stood at the bus stop

you look exactly like how you looked a lifetime ago

the maps of constellation

and honey pools of eyes

that familiar smirk on your lips

and those poignant gazes that spoke

saying, you remembered

you remember me

and like a lightning bolt, it struck

your hands wrapped around another

and the bus rumbled away

leaving our memories stranded

where it belonged

you were once mine, in a distant lifetime

we spent our nights at posh soirées

and days by the lake where i’ll sing verses

and you serenade me with your proses and sonnets

at least in that realm, i was your muse

i was your muse

but it’s alright, i no longer love lakes

i long for the crips air of seas

coffee no longer graces my mornings

for i love my morning tea

i no longer sing, my melodies now adrift

at least in our past life

i was once the muse to your proses

and you to my verses

though, our love now dead and withered

our words in history forever whispers

a lifetime of us has passed by

perhaps that was enough

emaraude

[diamonderella]

Just me doin gacha again, like normal. If you don’t like it, please go away. I can’t with hate comments. Thank you! ☺️ 👏🏻

[kinfriday]

Winter Solstice

The winter has grown bitter, the feasting of spring and summer a distant memory.  

Memories are akin to dreams. There is no system of time beyond the rising and setting of a sun, no concept of days, or years beyond cycles that have happened often enough to be familiar.  

There are cold times, and there are warm times. Times of enough, and not enough. Times of greater rest, and greater activity spurred on by the bounty of the clearing and forest around me.  

This cold time, the world seems particularly crystalized. The ground has become hard, the wind blows over snow that sparkles like crystal in the moonlight. Silence drapes over the world like a shroud.  

The water at the creek is now too hard to break through, and I am limited to lapping at the ice or nibbling snow. Sticks are a regular feature of my meals, or what grass remnants I find, digging through the snow.  

All of this leaves my paws icy cold and wet, and no matter how thick my fur, it’s the wet and the wind that drives me back into my hollow, where I find sleep, warmth and comfort.  

Yet there are also times of great waiting, just at the edge of the skeletal branches of my oak tree. My fur thick enough that the wind buffets around me as I endure the long winter, staring out over the meadow as silent sentry in the moonlight, while the crystals of ice twinkle as if in competition with the stars.  

There is no anticipation of spring, no longing for the bounty to come. There is instead a lack of forward imagination, this is now, it is as simple as that. What would be tomorrow? I don’t know of tomorrow, or yesterday. One time there was plenty, now there was cold. This happened before, but there is a truth that stands proudly, almost independent of myself.  

She shall always return.  

___    The Winter Solstice is often referred to as a celebration of life, the victory of light over dark, and the promise of spring on the horizon, but it is also the longest, coldest night of the year.  

It is that darkness that gives it its gravitas. It is the zenith of the dark when it reigns most triumphant over the world. It is the time when the physical death in nature is most present.  

Yet this must be for the sun to rise higher the next morning, beginning its long journey towards the summertime and its bounty.  

The night is necessary. The cold, the pain, its just as much a part of that day as the earlier dawn that follows it and that’s the part that’s the hardest for me to acknowledge. 

It’s a challenge to be in metaphorical winter, to struggle, to suffer, to be unable to find the traction you so desperately need to make the progress that you seek.  

Yet in the winter solstice there is, if not an answer, at least a promise that the next day will at least be a little better. That there is an ending to every long dark night, every moment of painful winter that exists in our lives.  

Light and Dark must both exist. It is that balance of cruel winter and vibrant spring that holds all life. Just as the world goes through the cycles each year, so too will we go through these cycles in our lives, until we encounter our own winter solstice.  

When our bodies can give no more, at the zenith of our breakdown and decay, the physical form will die, and the spirit moves on to its next journey, and its next destination.  

So, as we celebrate this season of lights, let us also celebrate not the night, not the bitter, painful cold of death in all its forms, but the idea that death is not a monolith but a fulcrum, a point of change.  

Without the night, there would be no understanding of the light.

-Sister Snow Hare

[poeticatthou]

you were like a breath of fresh air,

swaying the curtain linens

gracefully with your smile and glare

like a burning woods,

glowing with blue red flame

sparkling ashes like your eyes,

dazzling with innocence

but not screaming my name

you hold me like a sand,

warm and fuzzy,

but will never last forever,

you just let’s me flow through your fingers

always wanting me to grow

and you talk to me like i’m a cat,

like i could never understand

any words that you’re saying

it’s like i’m a heated thermostat

full of tense, it got you burning

but i don’t want to be a wood

nor a sand, and definitely not a cat

i just want to be the flame,

who stays in your heart whenever

you feel the pain,

a sand that is mixed with cement,

will be solid like a rock, that you can lean on

whenever you feel drain

or a cat that turns into a bengal tiger,

not too territorial and not too exterritorial,

but will protect you, always and no matter what

and lastly, i want to be the wind

just to make you feel my love,

i will caress your face from the distance,

hugging your body with the leaves,

always stays, and never part ways

but i knew this could be the moment

that i have to let you go,

like the wind who flew through the open door,

it’s time,

to close the window,

you’d never let me show.

[godsyouusa]

What does the bible say about past lives?

What does the bible say about past lives? The concept of past lives, also known as reincarnation, is not explicitly mentioned in the Bible. The Bible primarily focuses on the idea that humans have one life on Earth followed by an afterlife, which is either spent in heaven or hell, based on a person's belief.

[greatpacificbooks]

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[mastertarotreaderblog]

4pm Est Premiere!

[felinehearted]

Does anyone else feel different emotions depending on their theriotypes? for example, i feel grief and depression whenever i think about my cat theriotype, but i feel rage and resentment whenever i think about my dragon theriotype.

[louderfade]

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[dkscore]

Past Life Astrology: Unraveling the Soul's Journey

Past life astrology is a fascinating branch of astrological study that delves into the belief that our birth chart is not only a blueprint of our current life but also a window into our past incarnations. This approach suggests that the positions of the planets at the time of our birth carry echoes of our previous experiences, lessons, and karmic debts, offering insights into the soul's evolutionary journey. Read more >>

[yunnathearcher]

Forgiveness frees you from the burden of carrying the foolishness & carelessness of others. We have our own to carry, we will not carry ours and theirs. Pay no interest to seeds of dissension.

[kinfriday]

Sacred Days

My eyes slowly open and I know she is waiting within the deep clearing in the wood.  

Emerging from the hollow of my oak, my focus is only forward, as I make way deeper into the forest.  

The path has been burned into my memory by uncounted repetition, over and over again as sure as the sun rises to trace its path through the daytime sky, I know the way. 

And soon enough, the wood thins to give way to a grass filled clearing, and there is my Lady Eostre, waiting for me. This time there is no harness; no rolled up paper waiting for me to carry it. No, this time she calls me to her side, and I know I am to accompany her.  

The where is not important. Sometimes we ascend the ridge, and watch the dawn break over the horizon, other times we travel through the mists to other lands, distant places filled with new scents and human structures.  

It is all the same to me.  

Places are places, days are days. There has never been a questioning of a moment, or the reason for its happening. In all of my memories from that life, there is only one time I wonder why something is occurring and that is the moment just before my death.  

But we are not there yet. How far is it? Who is to say? There is no conception of days having a number, or a purpose beyond being what they are. I only know that I am what I am.  

Words have never defined that life, only experiences, moments that shine like stars against the back drop of a night sky of being, interconnected like constellations, shining in relation to each other, but when viewed as a whole, a chaotic wonder of place and time.  

And so devoid, of labels like December, Tuesday, or even Yule, I am only left with those moments, stripped of everything but their contents, and in this moment, she is with me, and she is my purpose. As certainly as I know myself, I know she is the focus of my being, as sure as any instinct, or anything that I do know in that life, I know I am hers.  

___ 

It’s been on my mind this last week, as we’ve neared Solstice and all the winter time celebrations that come along with it. I’ve gone through my traditions, performed my small quiet rituals before the Altar, lit the Yuletide candle, listened to Tim Curry read Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.”  

It’s astoundingly good, and I highly recommend it.  

Gradually, in a way, relentlessly the time has moved towards peak holiday season, these last days of the year having a peculiar gravity to them, as the entire world of western culture seems to come into celestial alignment with these days. Ugly sweaters abound, diets explode before temptations of bounty, as we celebrate every good thing in our lives.  

But the Yuletide is just a series of days, a season in our lives. With our calendars and our complexities, it comes predictably once a year where we unpack its sentiments, dutifully recite its lessons, then pack them away with the tree, the decorations and, with rituals completed, seal away the eldritch abomination of Christmas music for at least one more year.  

Mariah Carrie sleeps fitfully, encased in a prison of holly, awaiting the moment just after All Hallows before she will rise once again to torment us all. 

And thus, until Ragnarök...  

“I will keep Christmas in my heart and observe it all the year.” Says Scrooge upon his reform, and this season, that phrase has stuck with me, along with Marley’s lament... 

“Mankind should have been my business!”  

Those words ring with conviction as I reflect on the fact that for all my memories of my true life, none include a Holiday, or knowledge that one day was any more important than another.  

It was the moments that mattered, and who was a part of them. The presence of my Lady was total, the whole of my world and focus. When she was not there, I was waiting for there, when she was there, all I wanted was to be near or please her.  

We’d travel, I’d occasionally run messages, and often receive treats of apple for my efforts.  

In the springtime she would sit and sing with me sprawled across her lap, blissfully half conscious, while she stroked back my ears.  

The days themselves were not sacred to me, they were what they were, but she was sacred to me. Those moments of togetherness and the love I had were and are sacred to me though I did not have the words to define them so then.  

And while I do not have any memory of holiday, I think I had it right. The holidays are moments not made sacred by their moment, but by their content, what they remind us of. That family, that having enough, that love, and hope are all blessings to be cherished. That life is precious and fleeting. We only have this moment for sure so let us make the most of it. Let us love with our whole heart and strive to live in fullness of the now.  

A blessed and happy holiday to all. May the blessings of the Gods find you throughout the year!  

-Sister Snow Hare