There are many mystical experiences I've not recorded here. One of which just came back to me, in memory of a discussion I had with Cal regarding the recollection of past lives. I thought what I was referring to as a past life was a past life. But, now I am uncertain. The reader will be kind to help me understand.
One night, about 2 years ago, upon absorbing to sleep, I came upon a vision. I left what appeared to be a first floor apartment or duplex, and had headphones in my ears (as I always do when I leave on my own.) The home I left appeared very empty, which is, again, how I tend to live. I even had a backpack, if I recall correctly--which I always leave home with.
Soon I experienced a burning in my mid-section. For some reason, I did not suffer from it, but I knew what it was. I had been shot.
I began to feel weak in the knees as I ripped the headphones out of my ears and looked around. I saw people running, and there was some kind of projectile in the air everywhere. I don't know if it was bullets. I tried to run, but fell to the grass and pulled my body along with my arms. I was calm, for some reason. I looked across the yards of some apartments/houses, and saw a news crew following a dark-skinned man with what appeared to be a large gun.
I saw other people, and tried to warn them. I tried to help. Then I laid on my back, and died.
When I awoke, I was vibrating all over and in great fear. I thought I had died. Having woken my companion, I told her what I had experienced. It should be noted here, that I have since discovered my companion has dreams in which she dies. This appears to be something she's always experienced. Also, it should be noted we have a strong energy bond, especially at that time, and we could know each other's minds.
But.....was it my death? There were headphones. Earbuds like I normally use. There was a backpack, again, like I normally use. I was happy, again, like I normally am when I leave the house. It was all modern in appearance. Everything I can remember suggested it was in fact this current life, this body. After this dream, this is when I stopped recalling dreams. I have since begun to recall them again.
Is it possible that I saw how I am to die? Or was this just a gift from the Divine? A way to encourage progress, and show what it's like to be further down the path. I say this because there was no suffering and no anxiety. Even in regular dreams then I would have anxiety or suffering. This was peculiarly missing. My internal experience was nothing like I did in any previous dreams.
This is the most hyper real death I've ever experienced, although strangely vacant of anxiety and suffering, unlike usual. As a result of this lack, I was tremendously concerned that I had just witnessed someone else die in another world or part of the world, except it was first-person and felt like "me."