We all go through moments of déjàvu in our lives, some believe it more than others.
Many people look at déjàvu as something subconscious that our mind retains and then goes after, many think that they are time travelers and that they have already lived other lives and that it is just another passage.
For me, déjàvu situations are very common, and you know what, today I believe that I really may have already experienced that moment.
Many studies try to explain dejavu with our memory, retaining similar moments and making associations, making us believe that we have already lived that moment.
But really someone will be able to explain dejavu.
These experiences are normal or they are unexplained phenomena.
Dejavu leads us to question whether after life what exists, if there really is anything.
Many religions believe that we live many lives and are reincarnated, but is this really true?
Many people report that they attended their own funeral until their own death, when they were admitted to a hospital on the verge of death, but this is déjàvu or just the memories that our memory and our brain store.
For me there is no proven explanation, we are human beings different from each other and our experiences and memories are different throughout our lives. I believe that our memory can travel and associate experiences but I don't deny something I don't know.
One of the episodes I remember was when my grandmother was alive, she seemed to be dreaming I saw her coffin I saw the flowers I saw myself crying and putting a flower on her chest I saw the coffin falling to the ground I saw the people around me crying and I don't know what what happened seemed to be hallucinating but when unfortunately my grandmother died, everything is the same, my heart trembled. The people looked the same, the same faces, the same flowers, the same tears. I found myself doing the same thing, placing the flower on her chest, crying beside her coffin.
It was a sad experience but so real and so intense that there is no explanation.
To this day I remember and see myself in that moment and now the doubt arises whether I had lived that moment before or not.
Summarizing my experience, I think we have the power to believe what really makes sense to us.
I started to question what really could have happened after my experience.
Sometimes I stop to think about that moment, despite being a sad moment, my memory travels back in time.
I often think it's just nostalgia, but I feel like my experience was so real that my heart starts to skip faster and faster.
Whatever it is, I know it's real and intense and it touches me, my feelings.
You know, I often wish it were real.
This is my experience, I hope you like it and I'll be waiting to read your experiences so we can exchange opinions. Thank you all.