I WILL CHANGE THE ENDING AS DEMON KING’S VILLAINOUS MOTHER I got another one

I tried to help the kingdom with the knowledge of my previous life despite fearing they wouldn’t believe me or no longer accept me instead I ended up marrying the king, he believed in giving humans a chance now he may not meet our son because of it, the time for peaceful resolution is over I’ll end this war even if I have to take the whole human race with it.

I got this meme and the other one from r/otomeisekai btw my new heaven for all the trash I like XD

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“I think I see you in my dream all the time…”

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I’ve done an hypno/meditation session about past lives and i wonder how can i even find his name. I felt how he looked like, his appartement and his loneliness and i want to find his name.

Here’s what i know about him :

• Pale
• Caucasian
• Male
  
• Around his 20s or 30s
  
• Dark hair and eyes
• Slender
• Had messy hair and an unkept beard ( 5′o clock shadow)
• Had chest hair
• was wearing acid washed jeans, shirtless and barefooted
• Spoke english
  
• Commited Suicide
  
• Could have been a guitarist
• Had a lot of rock posters including The Ramones and Nirvana
• Lived in a busy city (Mostly likely New York from the fire exit, brick walls, small glimpse of an alleyway and sounds of cars)
• Lonely and anxious
  

Is there a way to find this guy?

Me, stuck in Samsara . I hate it here

Portrait of a young Pythagoras by Bruce Pennington 2010

“Another early teacher who enormously influenced Pythagoras’ life and ideas was Thales, one of the Seven Sages of Antiquity. Thales was an old man when Pythagoras sought him out, and his advice was for Pythagoras to follow in his footsteps and travel to Egypt to learn all he could from the priests there. Young and impetuous, Pythagoras was quick to follow this advice. He looked like a freak as he departed for Egypt with long flowing hair and beard he never cut or shaped. He wore an oriental turban, and Persian trousers made of linen – neither ordinarily seen on the island of Samos, or elsewhere in Greece. In Egypt he was quick to learn to cover his feet in papyrus for shoes. No animal skins were ever used. He spent the next 22 years there, and was a witness to the Persian conquest of Egypt. Greek visitors to Egypt, including Pythagoras, were collected into slavery by the conquering army and transported into Babylon. There Pythagoras’ adventures and occult studies were allowed to continue, probably due to his charisma and talents. He was never mutilated to prevent his fleeing, as were so many slaves, for he had little inclination to depart, and instead assimilated himself into this strange culture and continued to grow. Six years later he was able to buy his freedom. For Pythagoras, it was finally time to journey home to the island of Samos.

Due to his ever-strengthening belief in the transmigration of souls, Pythagoras was obliged to become a vegetarian, to avoid the chance of accidentally eating a friend or relative. It’s reported that one day Pythagoras encountered a man beating his dog. As the dog whimpered and yelped in fear and in pain, Pythagoras recognized the noises as the voice of a recently departed friend. He physically intervened upon the man to release the dog, thus allowing his reincarnated friend to escape a life of misery.

Pythagoras the vegetarian did not only abstain from meat, he didn’t eat beans either. This was because he believed that humans and beans were spawned from the same source, and he conducted a scientific experiment to prove it. He buried a quantity of beans in mud, let them remain there for a few weeks, and then retrieved them. He noted their resemblance to human fetuses, thus convincing himself of the intimate relationship between beans and humans. To eat a bean would therefore be akin to eating human flesh. Equally, to crush, smash, or dirty a bean would be to harm a human. Thus the very strict rule to abstain from beans.

There were many rules to follow if you were to be accepted into the Pythagorean Brotherhood. Fail in any of these and you were likely to be cast out from them with great ceremony. A mock funeral would be performed and you would no longer exist in the minds of the Brotherhood. One rule that could never be broken was the edict to refrain from eating beans. 

One bright day a vigorous Pythagoras came upon an ox which was feeding upon beans in a pasture in the region of Tarentum in the south of Italy. Pythagoras informed the startled herdsmen that this must be stopped. He strode across a muddy field and began to speak to the ox in a quiet voice, murmuring into its ear for a long time. Observing all this, the herdsmen broke into fits of laughter. Yet they reported later their startled observation that Pythagoras had convinced the ox to never again desire beans. The locals and visitors to the area thereafter considered the ox to be sacred. The ox, persisting with his new beanless diet, lived to a very old age, well past the lifetime of an ordinary ox.

It took a while for Pythagoras’ career to take hold, and he only found true success when he brought his ideas and his ardent followers to the east coast of Italy, taking residence in the welcoming Greek colony of Croton. There the Pythagorean Brotherhood was able to obtain a strong footing, and its influence soon became widespread. Before long, Pythagoras’ name became known throughout Greece and beyond.

Kylon was the son of a wealthy Crotonate nobleman. Born into nobility, he was used to getting anything he desired. When denied, he could become violent, tyrannical and demanding. Although Kylon had access to all levels of schooling, he proved to be something of a dullard. Nevertheless there came a time when he desired to become a part of the Brotherhood. Because he was a young man of privilege, he believed that he should be allowed to bypass the years of training, silence and deep contemplation which preceded entrance to the inner sanctum of the Brotherhood. Pythagoras bluntly turned him down: and not only was Kylon sent away, but Pythagoras refused a conference with him. Like Hera, Kylon grew angry and vengeful. He was soon giving mock discourses on Pythagorean ideas and beliefs – discourses that characterized the people of Croton as cattle being manipulated and controlled by the Pythagorean leaders. Kylon himself manipulated the emotions of his friends and townspeople, until, as a mob, they descended upon the cluster of houses in which the Brotherhood lived, studied and slept. The angry mob torched the buildings, forcing members of the Brotherhood to flee the terrifying flames. As the members exited the conflagration, many were stabbed to death. Those who escaped both fire and knife fled to the surrounding countryside. Pythagoras was one of the lucky ones: his followers formed a human bridge to help him to clamber out of one of the blazing buildings. But his escape did not go undetected. Soon several of Kylon’s angry friends were in pursuit, yet as he had a significant lead, it looked as if the aging Pythagoras would make it to safety.

Suddenly Pythagoras came to a stop. A vast bean field stretched before him. He stood frozen, uncertain what to do. His eyes focused on a single bean dangling inches from his papyrus- covered feet. So true was he to his ideals that, even at the risk of losing his own life, he was unwilling to trample upon even a single bean. Staring down upon that vibrant bean, the sun low in the sky, he imagined it to be blossoming into a divine ripeness before him. And as he stood there, hesitating, contemplating his next move, his pursuers caught up with him. They lifted their weapons, and bringing the knifes down hard, spilled Pythagoras’ blood on the plants – ending his life for the sake of a bean, and for the deep wisdom immersed in that diminutive cosmic object.”

-taken from PhilosophyNow

The Art of Bruce Pennington

One of the stranger elements of my life, that I never imagined and certainly didn’t seek out (in fact, I rejected it fiercely for the first couple years that it started coming to the surface and interpreted it all as a sign that I was “broken”), is that I have a somewhat-active connection to a past life during WWII.

Over the years, one tiny new detail surfaces at a time, and each detail adds more context (or confusion) to whatever I’d seen in other dreams and visions before. The latest detail to surface is that, while reading a book that I bought at a WWII museum earlier this summer on a trip to Kraków, I stumbled upon a paragraph that mentioned female couriers between Kraków and Berlin. Immediately I got the chills. My mouth dropped open. Something clicked. Very strongly, I felt, I was a courier. Alas, for some reason (I’m still not sure why?), I didn’t want to believe this and tried to convince myself it was just a projection.

But every time I glanced at that line again, I shuddered involuntarily. At least 4 or 5 more times.

When I get chills in situations like this, they’re often a sign that the universe is trying to confirm an intuitive impression. I did not take this lightly. So a couple days later, I decided to read more about female couriers during WWII and what they did. I was amazed because the answer is, basically, pretty much everything. For many years, I’ve tried dismissing a lot of my past-life dreams and nightmares, telling myself, There is no way I was in all of those settings, wearing all of those hats.

Now I realize, that was absolutely possible.

But the thing that really blew my mind open wide: I read on one website that female couriers occasionally smuggled maps.

Maps.

My mind whiplashed back to a reiki session in 2013, when the higher self of someone very dear to me looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I gave you a map.”

This message had seemed entirely symbolic at the time, and the Universe emphasized that this vision was, indeed, a visitation; weird, unbelievable “map” synchronicities followed later that very same day to confirm. Even years after this, with the “maps” thing having been long silent, I happened to remember it several weeks ago in Berlin — and promptly stumble upon a bunch more “map” synchronicities.

But holy shit…

Didhe give me a map? A realmap? Of what and where? For whom? How did he get it? And did I ever manage to get it to its intended recipient?

“I gave you a map…”

This takes on a whole other layer of meaning now.