Seeing Past Lives in the Astral Plane

I saw a Gothic cathedral. Its bells were ringing, and everything lit up as if part of a grand theatrical production. But this was no mere performance—it was immersive, and I suddenly found myself inside it, with my physical surroundings fading away. The cathedral and its people radiated luminous auras. The scene was so vivid, surpassing ordinary three-dimensional perception—it felt like stepping into a higher-dimensional reality.

I encountered an Italian man dressed in 18th-century clothing.

“What’s happening?” I asked him.

“It’s a royal wedding; a prince is getting married,” he replied in Italian.

Although I had learned Italian, my confidence in speaking it had waned over the years due to lack of practice. Yet, in this experience, language was no barrier—I understood and communicated effortlessly in perfect Spanish. It was as if my mind automatically translated everything, allowing me to engage seamlessly with my surroundings.

Moments later, I saw an entourage of nobles arriving at the cathedral. The king and his children—or rather, his son—stood out. My attention was drawn to the prince, a handsome man with curly brown hair. Both he and the king wore elegant blue garments adorned with a chest plate featuring a prominent cross.

The scene shifted, and I found myself inside an old building next to the church, where numerous people were diligently writing on parchments using ink and quills. I observed them for a while, captivated by their attire and the historical tools they used. Time seemed to stretch; I must have stood there for about ten minutes, simply absorbing the atmosphere.

Then, a woman entered the room. I had the distinct impression she was a relative. She ran towards me, joyfully shouting in Italian and congratulating me before embracing me. The moment she touched me, I woke up instantly.

Intrigued by this experience, I began researching historical locations that could match the scene I had witnessed. Eventually, I identified the cathedral—it was San Martino’s Cathedral in Lucca, Italy. A subsequent past life regression confirmed this revelation. In that session, I distinctly saw the cathedral’s entrance arches, though I was unable to step inside. The administrative building next to it still stands today.

Then, in 2024, I traveled to Lucca with my family. This time, I finally entered the cathedral in this life.

Later, when I met my fiancee, I came to a profound realization—she was the very woman I had married in that past life! Now, we are planning a journey to Lucca next summer, a trip that feels like a return to a long-forgotten home.