OTHER LIVES REMEMBERED

One of the greatest questions we seem to share as human beings is: What is my purpose? For as long as I can remember, that question lingered somewhere in the background of my life and I carried it with me throughout childhood—always wondering, searching, yet never quite finding an answer. In 2011, at the age of 21, I found myself returning to that question with a deeper curiosity, along with many others about life, consciousness, and existence. You could say that this was when my spiritual journey began. But I like to believe that, for all of us, the journey began long before we were even born.

At the time, I was reading and researching extensively when I came across the work of Dr. Michael Newton and Dr. Brian Weiss. Their books introduced me to ideas about reincarnation and past-life experiences that I had never explored so deeply before. They opened a door for me—a door that would eventually lead me to explore reincarnation not simply as an idea but as a deeply personal question. It was the following year that I discovered the work of Dolores Cannon too. Reincarnation isn't something really known in my culture and finding a practitioner of hypnosis who worked with these ideas seemed almost next to impossible. So I kept all the dreams I had of living in another country, occupying a different body and being someone else entirely with me all those years. Never expecting that I would one day have the opportunity to explore what they might be about.

Then came 2023, when I stumbled upon an Instagram profile looking for volunteers to participate in QHHT sessions. The practitioner was a lovely woman from Ukraine I had met a couple of times before at events and social gatherings, though we had never really had the opportunity to talk. I was surprised to discover that she was a QHHT practitioner.

So I signed up. I didn't have any particular expectations. I was simply curious. After carrying these questions with me for so many years, I finally had an opportunity to explore them for myself.

We had two sessions and I want to share parts of those experiences here as they became an integral part of my own journey—one that continues to unfold. Perhaps, as you read them, you'll find something in them that speaks to your own questions, curiosities, or experiences.

Life in the Middle East as a Merchant Selling Jars

I was a young man in his mid-20s, making a living selling jars. I traveled from one town to another, carrying my goods with me. In that life, I had no permanent home, and it saddened me deeply that I didn't have a place of my own. Before becoming a merchant, I helped my parents fish along the Nile River. Life was simple, but I remember always longing for something more—a place I could finally call home.

I died relatively young in that life while trying to cross the desert in search of a place where I could settle and finally belong.

Looking back, what struck me most was the connection to something I have struggled with in this life: the feeling of not being at home, or of not quite belonging anywhere. Remembering that life gave me a perspective I wasn't expecting. Home can be everywhere because home isn't necessarily a physical place—it's a feeling.

Life as a Female Aristocrat in Europe

In that life, I was a young woman who inherited a considerable fortune. I spent much of my life sheltered within a large estate. On the surface, I was privileged and comfortable but I wasn't happy. Living alone in such a vast residence left me feeling incredibly lonely.

So I began sharing what I had with the people around me. I welcomed locals into my residence and gave away much of my wealth, partly because I wanted to help them and partly because I longed for companionship. I wanted the estate to feel less empty. But I was perhaps too kind for my own good. The very people I had helped eventually betrayed me. I was accused of being a witch, put on trial and ultimately, beheaded in front of the very people I had tried to help.

Remembering that life left me with a lesson that feels surprisingly relevant to the life I'm living now: I need to be kind to myself too.

Kindness toward others doesn't have to come at the expense of self-love. In fact, I have come to believe that the two must exist together. Loving and protecting yourself doesn't make your kindness any less genuine—it gives you the boundaries to keep that kindness from becoming self-sacrifice.

Being too kind for my own good is something I've struggled with in this life as well. Remembering that other life gave me a reason to pause and ask myself: Am I helping because I genuinely want to, or am I giving away too much of myself in the process? Sometimes, kindness also means knowing when to step back.

Life as a Metallic Sphere by Extraterrestrial Entities

Though this part of the session was quite short, it stayed with me. I remembered seeing metallic spheres throughout my childhood, so experiencing myself as one during the session felt strangely familiar.

In that existence, I was a metallic sphere created by extraterrestrial entities. What we might simply perceive as a machine seemed, from my perspective, to have its own form of consciousness. My purpose was simple: to observe and gather data from Native American communities. I had no emotions and operated purely from the directive given to me by my extraterrestrial creators—to observe, collect information, and report back.

What stayed with me most wasn't necessarily the idea of extraterrestrial beings, but the realization that consciousness might take forms very different from our own. If I could experience existence as something we would ordinarily consider nothing more than a machine, then perhaps there is more to consciousness than the forms we recognize.

It made me think about how we relate to everything around us. Perhaps we should extend the same freedom and respect to other forms of existence, even those we don't immediately perceive as conscious.

But there was another lesson I took from that experience. That existence had no urgency. There was no need to become anything, accomplish anything, or constantly seek something else. I simply was. I observed. I existed. I gathered what I was meant to gather and perhaps that's something I need to remember in this life.

I often struggle with the constant feeling that I need to be doing something—that I need to be out there, creating, moving, accomplishing, or searching for what comes next. This experience reminded me that there are moments when we don't need to do anything at all. Sometimes, we simply need to be.

And so the journey continues...