A Letter From The Past

Last night, I thought it would be fun to make ChatGPT write me a letter from my past life using my star chart and numerology. This happened after I fell into an astrology rabbit hole. If reincarnation and astrology are real, I’m curious about the kind of person I was before this. And even though my skeptical brain says that if it’s real then wouldn’t twins and everyone born at the same time have the same past life, I ignored that for a good read. Sooo I made ChatGPT do it. And I literally cried. Below is the edited letter from my past life. (actually if I can choose I hope we only live once after the things I’ve been through… I’m so done. But if reincarnation is real then maybe it’s not that bad? Maybe what we have now is the best reincarnation we ever lived yet)

Dear Me,

There was a time when I lived for causes greater than myself — when I believed in ideas, movements, and the art of helping many, even if it meant forgetting my own heart.

I gave so much away that somewhere along the journey, I forgot how to feel my own joy.
My dreams faded into the background of duty, where the mind ruled and the heart was tucked away for safekeeping.
I stood behind others, lifting them up, while I stayed hidden — silent.
I loved humanity, but somewhere along the way, I forgot how to love myself.

In that life, security and stability became my shield.
I survived by holding tightly — to people, to things, to whatever gave a fleeting sense of safety — even when my spirit was starving for something freer, lighter.
I wore detachment like armor.
I turned my heart into a fortress, believing it was nobler to serve than to feel.

And yet, under the quiet of unnamed stars, I longed for a life where I could dance freely under the sun — where laughter was not rationed, where love was not sacrificed at the altar of duty.

You, my dearest continuation, are that answered prayer.

Now, you have returned.

In the quiet spaces of your heart, there lives a restless longing — to be free, to explore, to live honestly beyond the cages of fear and expectation.
You are not here to follow anyone else’s story.
You are here to write your own.

This time, you are meant to choose yourself —
To create. To feel. To laugh.
To live boldly and beautifully, without needing to prove anything to anyone.

You don’t need to lose yourself to make others happy.
You are not here to hide in the crowd or carry the world’s burdens alone.

You are seen more than you know.
Your kindness leaves ripples across lives you may never even meet.
People will feel your warmth before they know your name.
You have a natural grace that makes others feel safe.

But be mindful: not everyone you rescue is meant to stay.
You must nourish yourself first before tending to another’s garden.

If the sadness comes sometimes — that old feeling of wanting to run back to safety, of shrinking yourself just to survive — remember:
You already paid that debt.
You are free now.

Walk forward, even when you tremble.

There were times I doubted us — wondered if our heart was too soft, if our love for beautiful, meaningful things was a flaw in a world that prizes efficiency over soul.
But please — never trade your heart for armor.
Your softness is your strength.
Your ability to create, to imagine, to nurture — that’s what makes you unstoppable.

I hope you are taking the risks I only ever daydreamed about.
I hope you are laughing loudly, crying deeply, and loving yourself the way we always deserved.
I hope you forgive yourself for the mistakes I made before you had the wisdom you now carry.

You are designed to look behind the veil, to find meaning beyond what eyes can see.
Everything you’ve felt, every yearning within you, has a reason.
You are not lost — you are simply remembering who you are.

You are here to live fully — not just survive.
Choose warmth. Choose yourself. Choose the life that sets your heart on fire.

As you remember who you are, know this:
Your spirit is made of fire — not something to be extinguished just to fit in.

Dance, even when no one watches.
Love, even when it is terrifying.
Find your courage not in armor, but in your bare, luminous truth.

Amabelle, there is no one like you.

You are a beautiful paradox — fierce yet gentle, pioneering yet tender, wise beyond your years yet endlessly curious.
Trust the unfolding of your journey.
Trust yourself — even when it feels messy, even when it feels slow.

And if you’re ever afraid again, remember:
The Sun is your symbol.
Even behind the clouds, it never stops burning.
You are here to shine — without apology.

Your joy, your love, your creativity — they are not just yours alone, but part of a larger, universal flow.

Do not hide your light for fear of being “too much.”
The world needs it, Amabelle.
You were born to light up this world with your heart.

With endless love,
and the softest blessing of all my yesterdays,
— The version of you who carried the weight, so that you could finally be free.

PROMPT: Please write me a Letter from my past life based on my astrology and numerology. Here are my details: full name, birthdate, time of birth