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Who were you in your last life?

Do you believe in "afterlife"?
Do you believe in the predications you come across now and than?

I think I am a non-believer of the both without any specific reason for my non-belief.

It's just one of the thousands of beliefs I believe that neither our past nor our future is scripted.

But today I discovered, irrespective of my reservations about the abilities to read one's life, that I enjoy these predications. While googling the net I came across a site that claimed to give a BIG VIEW about life.

Along with Big Views on Mind and Consiousness, Tao Te Ching, Greek Philosophy, Buddhism and Space and Time the site generates information about your past life.

Here's what it says about my past life...

I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Tibet around the year 1550.Your profession was that of a banker, usurer, moneylender or judge.

Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Bohemian personality, mysterious, highly gifted, capable to understand ancient books. With a magician's abilities, you could have been a servant of dark forces.

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
The timid, lonely and self-confident people are everywhere, and your task is to overcome these tendencies in yourself and then to help other people.

Do you remember now?

Sorry, I have no recollection of those days of my past life. But some how I enjoyed it and the rest of the site too.

I also enjoyed these predications by some of the greatest scientific minds that I found at the trivia page of

"The energy produced by the breaking down of the atom is a very poor kind of thing. Anyone who expects a source of power from the transformation of the atom is talking moonshine."- British Physicist Lord Ernest Rutherford after the first experimental splitting of the atom, 1933, from the New York Herald Tribune, September 12, 1933.

"There is no reason for any individual to have a computer in their home."- Ken Olsen president of Digital Equipment, 1977.

There are thousands more in the site if...


In my past life according to this past life prediction, I was a labourer or mechanic (they haven't made up their mind yet!)somewhere near Alaska. :)
Mindinside said…
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Mindinside said…
Thanks for viewing my page and leaving me the comment.
I think life is something serious that we usualy take and waste as a joke.
Am not a believer of incarnation but i believe it to be an endless life after we die which makes me hope & fear both.
Rita said…
Hey, I've visited this page before! According to them, I far as I executioner in Central Russia!
Greta said…
Well, I can´t at all remember having been a male builder in an area near the modern Phillipines in year 700, sorry!
Failing memory? ha ha...:o)
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.

You were born somewhere in the territory of modern South India around the year 1075.

Your profession was that of a digger, undertaker.Your brief psychological profile in your past life:

Person with huge energy, good in planning and supervising. If you were just garbage-man, you were chief garbage-man.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You are bound to learn to understand other people and to meet all difficulties of life with a joyful heart. You should help others by bringing them a spirit of joy.

Do you remember now?

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