World War II
This section is dedicated to my friend Erika,
who hopes that when people think of WWII
they will also remember its forgotten victims,
the innocent children of Germany who lost
everything:
their homes, their families, their heritage,
who starved and froze in the kinderheims after
the war,
and for whom adoption did not always mean
a happy ending.
Civilian
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Hi there, my name's Andrea and I've got some
smidgens of a past life to share. Ever since I was a young child, I felt
a strong attachment to World War II. Every time I saw a film, picture,
or piece of memorabilia relating to the era, I felt an unexplainable longing,
like I wholeheartedly wished I could be there, like I was *supposed* to
be there, or that I had been there and I missed it terribly. A friend once
asked me if I thought I'd lived a past life in that era, and encouraged
me to talk about it. I ended up telling her a long story about my life
in 40's, without knowing where any of my information came from. It seemed
like my subconcious was providing me with details I had no way of knowing.
I remembered being seventeen or so, but I don't know in what country, when
my lover, a dirty blonde a year older than me, got drafted into the war.
In his absence, I tried to be faithful but my desire to be with him in
the midst of the battle became too much to bear. About a year or so into
his absence, the Nazis occupied my town and I quite clearly remember being
drven to having an affair with a light blonde, blue-eyed Nazi, due to the
fact that my love was away. I've had a few dreams involving the blonde
Nazi, the most vivid being one where we were on the top level of a shed
or barn, filled with hay or straw, and we lay down to sleep for the night
because there was no where else he could be with me - and I wanted to be
with him because I was scared. I remember him telling me that it was all
right, he was there and he would protect me. Earlier in the same dream,
I recall a man in military attire skating across a frozen lake. I remember
being terrified by this sight for no good reason, but the scene where I
was with the Nazi on the straw calmed me, and gave me a sense of protection.
I remember talking about how my lover returned, missing a leg, and how
I felt immense guilt about the affair. My lover died shortly after returning
home, from an infection from his amputation.
I believe that we were supposed to be together
in this life, but he never made it back. That explains a sense of loneliness
I feel, as if nobody on the earth will be exactly like him; despite having
a functional relationship where I love my significant other very much.
My past life would also explain my immense attraction for men in Nazi attire,
and perhaps I could put down my ridiculous bad luck in love as payback
for my infidelity in my past life.
Hope that's what I think it is, and not just
some fanciful flight of my imagination. = - Andrea
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I believe I had a previous life in Germany during
World War II. When I was about 4 or 5 my mother left my brother and I in
the car while she ran into the bank.Ý We lived in Moorefield WVA then;
a very small little town that hadnít changed much in 100 years.
ÝI remember seeing a policeman walking toward us.Ý He had on a brown
uniform and black high topped boots.Ý I remember being so terrified of
those boots; I could not take my eyes off them.Ý I made my brother who
was older than me hide on the floor.ÝI can still feel the fear.ÝSomehow
I have always known the boots belonged to an SS officer and that I had
been hiding from him somewhere in Germany during the war. I also have the
name of Katcherside (spelling???) Ýpop into my head often.Ý I have no idea
who or what this means. - Myra
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Hi, I was reading through your site and I remembered
a dream I had. I was a scientist, and it was during WWII, perhaps about
1940 or 1941. Early in the war, I think. I was working for the Germans
in Holland or Denmark perhaps, somewhere to the North in Europe, I think
it was an atomic project. Something involving physics anyways.
I was a physicist of some sort, and had put out requirements for a laboratory
or test chamber to be built. It was a sort of tunnel under some rock,
near water. The soldiers had workers under there working day and
night. I went after some time to examine the construction and noticed
it was unsafe for the workers. There were toxic fumes from the earth
and from the equipment being used and no ventilation of any sort.
Then there was a flash forward, and I was outside during the evening, I
think. It was dim anyway, perhaps twilight. I was watching
as with all the workers inside the doors were swung shut. I thought
the fumes would build up very quickly and sicken them under these conditions.
Then soldiers were posted outside preventing anyone from
opening the doors. That's when it struck me what monsters
I was working for. One of the Nazi officers was standing to my left
talking to me and I was not even listening to him. I just stood there
staring at the doors. They intended to kill all the workers by asphyxiation,
then and there. That's all I remember.
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Hi, and thank you for your web site! I
had this dream only once, but it was so vivid and full of detail that I
still remember it clearly twenty years later. I'm not sure of the
exact date (I know that it was in the Summer), but it must have been shortly
after the Germans had invaded Austria just prior to the Second World War.
I was aware of being an older male teenager (Seventeen?) living in a beautiful,
very large house on a mountain side above a long fjord-like lake in the
Austrian Alps. My parents were "well-to-do" and Jewish (currently,
I am not). They were hosting a party on a very large patio at the back
of our house overlooking the lake and many families were there. I
remember much of the conversation concerned the German occupation and the
effect it might have on the Jewish community in Austria. I remember
many people being very concerned about their future.
In this dream I had an older (in his twenties)
brother named David who was also at the party (I currently have no brother...
it struck me odd upon wakening that I would dream of having a brother).
David was very worried about our future and had decided to attempt to cross
the boarder out of Austria with his girlfriend. I remember her as
being about my age, blonde and pretty. I don't remember her name.
David convinced me to accompany them and we left the party in a large car
(David driving, his girlfriend in back and me in the passenger seat) and
headed down a road that ran from the house to a larger road running along
the shore of the lake. We turned West towards the border (possibly
the boarder of Austria and Italy?).
Not far from the boarder there was something
like a road block manned by German soldiers. They stopped the car
and asked for something like "identification papers". We were very
scared. I reached quickly into a bag that sat between my brother
and I for our papers and a soldier, standing at the back of the car, must
have gotten nervous at my fast movement and shot me through the neck as
I bent over the bag. I didn't feel a great deal of pain, but I could
feel blood spurting from my neck and I put my hand over the wound to stop
the flow. A second soldier open the passenger side door and told
me to put my hand down from my neck. I remember responding that "if
I move my hand, I'll bleed to death!". He coldly replied that I should
move my hand anyway. At that point I remember feeling as though I
was drowning in the blood that was flowing inside my throat and slowly
falling out the car door. Then I woke up with my heart in my throat.
I have no idea what happened after that. I imagine bad things happened
to my brother and his girl friend.
I hope you find this interesting and helpful.
Thanks, R.W.Williams
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i was speaking with a close friend of mine, who
recently lost his daughter in a terrible car accident. he has been
very disraught since the accident, and has reason top believe his daughter
is coming through from the other side to let him know she is still with
him. he gave me some pages on reincarnation, to read, and i read
the stories of past lives from some of your other readers. i read
the story of a girl who believed she is reincarnated from world war II.
i started to cry, for no apparent reason, and had flash backs of a re-occuring
dream i have. the tears were real, and i could closely relate to
her. in my dream, i am hiding behind some large pieces of concrete from
a fallen building, hiding with maybe one or two other children. i
see german soilders walking in the streets with guns, as if they are looking
for someone. i fear it is i, and my companions, and feel the fear within
me, i want to run , but all the buildings are destroyed by the bombs. when
i wake up, i still have the fear deep inside me, and feel as i have been
there. the feeling stays with me for days, and i wonder what happened to
the children in my dream. i really would like to hear from others that
have experienced these kind of feelings, as i have.
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I remember lying at bed awake at night with my
husband (whose face or name I can't remember) worrying about what was going
to happen to us (that we had to flee for our lives but he refused to) then
there is shouting outside (the Nazis) they were coming for us. I got to
the door but he wanted to go back for something else. Then I am in the
back of a truck, there is a smell of diesel, I remember that strongly.
Before I remembered this, I went through a period when I was obssessed
with the idea of having to flee suddenly for my life.
There is another memory, I am in England lying
awake in another bed in a flat with green curtains and there is what sounds
like gunshots (which I have since realised is the sounds of bombs exploding)
Most of what happened in England is a feeling, a knowing more than a series
of vivid visualistic memories. I became pregnant to a soldier, but the
baby died and some time later so did I, having never got over the loss
of my child. Some time before I died I was strangled nearly to death some
time before (by a group of women).
In this life I have a really unusual voice (some
say its English, others have said it's Germanic). Also I can't bear to
have anything around my neck. Even though I was born nearly 40 years after
I would have died in that life, I have never got over the loss of that
child, and, although I can't understand it, being taken away from England
itself. When I was about 12 years old I started crying, inexplicably for
both until I remembered why it hurt so much.
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Alright, I'm not even sure if this was a dream,
or a past life, but it felt so real to me. Anyways, This girl, she looked
to be about sisteen, eighteen at the oldest. Well, she was kneeling down
at this table that was only made to kneel at, she was up stairs in some
attack or something, it seemed like an old house, the walls were bare,
and just left wooden, as well as the floor. Well, she was sitting at this
table, reading tarot cards--I think-- when another girl that I felt was
about fourteen, but looked older came into the room. ÝShe sat down next
to the girl, who I think was me, or me in a past life, because I could
watch the two girls, but I also was in the place of the older girl. ÝThe
younger girl, who I'm sure was a little sister, hugged the older girl's
back, and said that she was scared. the older girl said not to worry, that
nothing would go wrong at all. Then it ended.
I have this feeling that it took place during
some war... And not one that was too long ago... Maybe WWII, I might be
wrong though. If anyone remembers anything along those lines, then feel
free to contact me. If it's anymore help, I'll give the descriptions to
the girls too... First, the older girl. I never got to see her face, but
she had long, brown/red hair, she was well built for her age as well. ÝThe
younger girl was tall and thin, she had shorter blonde hair, which was
put up. I really hope that helps! Blessed be, Sarah
ENGLAND
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Hello, gosh and I thought it was just me....
reading through some of your other visitors experiences really made sense
of things for me.
Ever since I was a girl, I 'dreamed' for want of a better
word about a man, he was rather tall, awkward with his height, 6ft 3",
with corn coloured hair and kind, blue eyes that crinkled at the corners,
like he was always on the verge of a smile. At first, the dreams were always
sweet, but by the age of about 6 or 7 I began to see flames, I felt a sickening
fear but I didn't know why.
When I was about 11 we moved to another village and
I became fascinated with the church and the cemetery, one grave in particular,
the grave of a Canadian pilot, there are at least 22 others, but only his
interested me. I traced him through the war graves commission and found
that he had relatives still living, I contacted them to tell them that
I looked after Wills' grave, we started to write and eventually a photograph
turned up in the post. Before I even opened it I knew what he would look
like, I was right, blue eyes, tall, shy looking. I sobbed for hours, not
just out of sadness for another lost young airman, but because I knew that
I had once loved him, that he had loved me too, I remember walking in the
fields near the airfield with him, catching fish in a little brook.
I know now how he died, spoke to the guy who was his
wing man, he lost consciousness in his aircraft due to CO2 poisoning, dived
into the ground and the plane burst into flames. I feel a kind of loss
everyday, this probably sounds crazy, but I feel I may have lost the only
man I will ever truly love, sincerely K. (in England)
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i don't know if this would count as
a past life.. but about a year and a half ago, a good friend of an friend
of mine, whom i didn't know, was murdered. When I heard of this, i felt
as if a very good friend of mine had died. This feeling stayed with me
for months... until i did a meditation.. where i stepped down steps, asking
at each step did i know this man who died. Then i saw him and myself, at
a dance, we were both in 1940's style clothing. I was in RAF uniform...
he was in uniform , but i didn't know what force. I got an overwhelming
sense that he was just about to be posted away, and that he never came
back but died in action. I also now get a sense that we have encountered
each other in every life we have had... but he always dies violently soon
after we meet, or become.. distantly some part of each other's life. -
yours, Cara Linehan
FRANCE
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I've had other dreams of being with a group of
people who were crawling to the top of a hill at night. On the other side
of the hill were the soldiers. We all wore black clothing, packs on our
backs, and carried rifles and handguns. I sent two men to circle
to the left, and two to the right, and the rest of us stayed where we were
and waited for the signal. We were in the Resistance. Thanks for
the site. Allison
GERMANY
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It all started back with a dream a very
vivid dream. They say you keep meeting your soul mate in all you lives,
and I believe it after the dream I had and still reaccours often to this
very day. It takes place in Berlin during World War two. I am a German
girl about the age of 23 working as a cocktail waitress in a bar. This
bar is known for German soldiers to come to everyday. Every now and then
Hitler and his SS soldiers come into the bar. I was always used to the
soldiers making comments about me when I served them.
One day Hitler and a few of his men came in and
sat at a table. I took their orders, but I did not notice the men much
because of him being there. Went to the bar to order their drinks and one
of the solders said "hey doll hurry it up." I told him I would serve the
furheir first them him. I took Hitler his drinks and he was nice to me
like he always was. I was walking back to the bar when the same man grabbed
me by the arm and asked me where his drink was. I was not used to the soldiers
doing that so it startled me. The next thing I know an SS solider had the
guy slammed up against the wall telling him to never out his hands on me.
I went over to thank him and long story short we ended up dating and getting
married. The man in my dream looks like my husband.I have this dream
about every month, but I don't know what ever happened to us. I believe
this is who I was in my past life. What made me believe was after the first
time I had this dream I was looking through a German World War two book
I saw our picture. It was a picture of a SS solider and his wife sitting
at a table in a nightclub. The picture of them is a spitting image of my
husband and I.
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When I was a young girl I used to have recurring
"memories" of being in a wooded area and hearing bombs falling in the distance.
I always felt they related to Germany and World War II but don't know in
what capacity except that I was also young at the time of those experiences.
On a trip to Italy about ten years ago my plane landed in Frankfurt. Though
much of Frankfurt is rebuilt and would not necessarily be recognizable,
I felt when I looked out the plane window at the airport and the surrounding
area from the air that same sense of familiarity that the "memories" invoked.
HOLLAND
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I have been wanting to write you for some time
but have not. For some reason, I feel tonight's the night.
Since I was a child, I have had visions of what I have come to believe
are past lives though I definitely was not raised with this belief.
My parents were conservative Republicans with very limited views on such
things. There are others, but I will limit myself to those which seem to
have had the most impact in my present life.
The last one I will relate is one that came to
me very recently in a vivid dream. I am a young woman in Holland
during World War II. I am tall and blonde with light, curly hair.
I am with a large group of people fleeing from the Nazis down a road crammed
with refugees. I am trying to get back to my home in Amsterdam but
the road is so choked with all kinds of vehicles & carts that it is
almost impassable. I remember a short cut through a tunnel.
I take it & get home. It is a large, ornate building on a cobbled
street or market square. I seem to be living there with my
extended family. My elderly aunt meets me at the door. I tell
her we must flee quickly, the Germans are close behind me and I know they
will take over our fine home for the Officer's use. My aunt laughs
& tells me we will not go, that the Germans won't want our home, it
is only the second finest in Amsterdam.
The next part of the dream, the Germans have
come & taken over our lovely home as I had known they would.
It seems to have become a kind of place where the officers come for drinking
& carousing. I am being fitted by a seamstress for a sarong-type
evening gown because I have become the unwilling mistress of one of the
high-ranking Nazis. Our home is being used as some kind of communications
center by the Nazis, I see an old-fashioned cord type switchboard
with my elderly aunt working there. It is very dangerous, and we
know we will probably be caught & killed, but we work with the underground
smuggling information about the Nazis plans to the Allies. I am in
love with a young man who is of a lower social class than me, his father
is some type of craftsman. All I want to do is run away with him,
but stay on because it is my duty to help defeat this great evil.
Then the dream ends. I am certain that the Nazi's caught us and we
were slaughtered. I think the young man in the dream was my first
love. I used to see him in dreams as a child, years before I met
him. I have written more than I intended but it feels good to get it all
out.
USA
Pearl Harbor
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MM, I have been working on training myself to
dream of my past lives, and I had a very prolific dream a few months ago
that I believe was a breakthrough in my training. This dream was
very vivid and real, and I was seeing through my eyes and not watching
from afar off. Dream: I dreamt I was in a hospital that had
a long corridor with windows on one side. Chaos was ensuing in this
wing of the hospital. I was running behind doctors, interns, and
other nurses. I knew that I too was a nurse because I could see my
white shoes and the hem of my nurse's uniform as I ran. We were instructed
by the doctors to help the patients off their beds and pull mattresses
over them. I looked out the window and I could see thick black smoke,
hear sirens, and see planes with red dots on them flying over low.
From this I deduce that I was at Pearl Harbor during the Japanese attack.
I could smell the smoke as well. I could also feel the blasts when
they shook the earth. I was actually frightened in my dream and could
feel myself jump with each blast. - Anyia
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Other
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I've been curious about reincarnation all my
life, but never even had an inkling of this in myself, until 10 years ago.
I'll try to explain at the beginning, but it's still weird! I am
an average, heterosexual female. In high school, 10 years ago, I
met a young girl that I was drawn to--not sexually, but simply compelled
to be near. This girl (I'll call ally) and I had nothing in common
whatsoever--except boys and school. We were best friends for 6 months,
before I graduated and planned to enter the air force. The night
before my departure, I had a vivid dream that I'll never forget...
I was a young man, just married, and being seen off
into the air force, for the war. I had been drafted, and was
not at all pleased about leaving my new bride--ally! I remember Ella
Fitzgerald playing in the background--"them, there, eyes.." I woke
up crying my heart out, and then, ally and I blurted out "I love you" at
the same time. Neither of us is attracted to women AT ALL!
We both find men very attractive. I have had an absolute affinity
for 40's era music all my life. Ally had never heard 40's music until I
played, "them, there, eyes" for her--and she knew every word of it and
sang it note for note!!
Today, in the year 2000, we are still deeply in love;
inexplicably entwined and occasionally still living a 40's life style!!
Am I jumping to conclusions? Is it reincarnation or a subconscious justification
for my choices? I am a fairly wide-eyed novice in the Wiccan way.
I was chosen in this path last august and I am learning so much.
I'm so glad I have found the Goddess' love!! She has made me love
myself and feel loved in return.... Thank you for taking the time to read
this letter. "smurfwitch"
Here is another web site with WWII memories: Axis
Past Life Bunker
