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    Thank you for allowing me to share this experience. Last September I enrolled in psychic development classes.I have had " psychic" experiences my entire life but my sister was generously offering me the financial support to gain certification. In the first weekend of classes we were guided through a past life regression. Although I was not really prepared to experience what happened next it relieved me of an oppressive burden and answered many questions about the inner workings of my own psyche.
    I was taken on a guided meditation to a hallway of many doors, and I stopped in front of a red door with peeling and faded paint. As I closed the door we were told to look at the door and we would see a date. Mine was 1945. Suddenly I became terrified and my heart was pounding like it would explode out of my chest. My breathing became labored and I started to cry. As I heard the instructor ask us to look at our feet and hands to note details I became more hysterical. I had thin, white, bony legs, my feet were wrapped in filthy rags. My hands were crisscrossed with scars as if someone had whipped them or they were torn from scaling barbed wire.
    We were asked to remember our age, I knew I was 7. I knew my entire family had been murdered. The rooms surroundings were as if I were in a dark cabin, slatted chinks of light came through parts of the walls, wooden planks for bed. No window panes but a piece of broken glass was there for me to see my reflection. I was a very thin and white little girl with thinning dark hair. We were asked to look at the tools of our trade, or things we used. There was a large, dirty rock next to me in the room.
    At this point I started to sob. I was very fearful of what would happen next. The instructor had someone remove me from the experience and brought me back to the present time. I know now that what I experienced was a part of my past. My recall of the situation was that I had been removed from my family and brought to a concentration camp, at that exact time someone was coming to get me... whether or not it was liberation I do not know. The entire experience haunted me to the extent that I could not sleep unless I found out the name of that camp and where it was.
I did finally find it. It was called Pultowice and it was in Poland. It was an interment camp for orphans who were underwent "Germanization" experiments involving bloodletting and providing blood for transfusions to the wounded soldiers.
    The children my age would have been sent out on details to pick rocks. Most of them were dead by the age of 12. This camp was unknown to the public until the 1990's when secret documents were found listing the facility as another entity entirely. I am anemic and have been anorexic all of my life. Although I was baptized Catholic, I have been mistaken for being Jewish. My ancestors were from a town outside of Auschwitz. As we started the regression we were asked to remove our worries and store them in a box...I had rocks, now I know why.
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    Hi, I wanted to share what I believe could have been my past life.  I've had very detailed dreams where WWII is going on and I am running away. I know that I have just escaped from a concentration camp and am constantly running for my life. I believe that I was a young Jewish girl running away from the Germans. Everything in my dream is so detailed, for example, I can clearly see a damaged hospital from the bombs and all the streets are empty. Sometimes, I have dreams where I am in the concentration camp itself with my family. They call off names of people to get in lines and go into the rooms to get gased. I am standing in the line and somehow I escape while leaving everyone behind. The reason I believe that I was a young Jewish girl running away from the Germans is because these are my most vivid dreams and the ones I remember best.
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    Hello, my name is Alexandra and I live in Poland. I'm really happy I found this website, especially because I found here memories of past life - Holocaust. I thought I was getting insane. My obsession about Holocaust started about 2 or 3 years ago. Before that time I adored the lager literature concerning life in concentration camp. My thesis was about Jews in Poland and one chapter was about Holocaust. I'm not Jewish, moreover my father seems to be an antisemite. When I was a child I was always scared while hearing the plane and I was waiting for bombing. 5 years ago I started to suffer from agoraphobia, and every time I had a panic attack I felt as if I was suffocating. And I was so scared. I live about 100km from Auschwitz and only just 2 months ago I went there to visit this sad place. Before I couldn't, I thought I wasn't ready. Now I'm almost sure how I died - I was imprisoned in Block 11 in the death cell, with no windows, no food and no water left there for a slow death. Maybe in a tiny cell (1m square), where 4 prisoners were closed and the only position possible was standing. In this life I cannot stand for too long... On Monday I'm having a meeting with a therapist who can read your karma.
    I'm grateful I could finally burst with this terrible feeling. Best regards, Alexandra
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  I have had two dreams which may be links to past lives. In the first one, I am a jewish boy.  I am being led into a shower room with other children.  I'm not thinking of that though, I am thinking about my three brothers, who I was seperated from.  I am about 6 or 7 year old.  I look at the ceiling and gas pours into the room.  Everything fades out.  When I woke up, I realized I was in the Holocaust. -Sammany
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    i remember when i was about 10 years old, i had this dream that was a continuation dream that went on for about 2 weeks.  i remember being taken out of my home and forced onto an overcrowded train.  i was around 10 years old and people around me were praying and crying.  i saw nazi's and i heard them speaking german but i had no clue what they were saying.  we were on the train for about a day and a half and when the train finally stopped, we were forced out and stripped naked.  i was so afraid so then i ran as fast as i could, but i was caught by a soldier and brought to a chamber (which when several years later i learned that it was a gas chamber, and i guess i was at a concentration camp) and gas filled into it and then i would wake up sweating, shaking, and in tears.  each night it would be another part of the dream.  when we learned about concentration camps in school, whenever the gas chamber was brought up i would get a cold sweat and think of this 'dream' i had.
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    Even before I could fully comprehend what World War II was all about, I would start crying as soon as someone began talking about it. I've always felt a connection between the Jews and I. My family is German and could have been in the war. For some reason I know exactly what the inside of a gas chamber looks like, what prisoners wore in certain camps, and what piles of bloody, decaying bodies look like. I have been obsessed with looking at pictures of the camps and people involved in the war for years now. Last year when we were learning about the camps i somehow knew everything about them already. I am also Polish, so my family was on both sides of the war...I am VERY afraid of guns and will not ever get near one. I do not understand why I know so much or am so involved with the war. All I do know is I feel as though I was a girl in that life, in my teens or so. All I can do is feel, see, and
remember. ~Juliet
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When I was nine, I had a dream about being in a mental institution where they tested the dog theory on people. I had to go through mazes in order to eat. I remember that I was in a white padded cell. I was hungry because I had refused to do the maze. I hate doing mazes. I think this was done to me in Germany...cause I have had a lot of Holocaust dreams. - Nancy
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    My name is Daniel, Ever since I was just about 4 years of age, I would always have dreams about these big huge gates with electrical wires.  I remember always having dreams of watching the gates in terror.  I would look down at my wrist and see numbers tattooed into it.  I never knew what it meant.  In 6'th grade I was reading a book on the holocaust and I saw a picture of the tall gates.  At the moment I looked at them my mind went berzerk and all I could hear in my head was screams of terror and the word "shnell" or something like that repeating in my head. I have yet to find out what "shnell" means.  I was absolutely terrified and I had to be excused from class, and I went to the washroom and started crying! - Dan
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    Hello, My name is Alexandra and I live in Poland. I'm really happy I found this website, especially because I found here memories of past life - Holocaust. I thought I was getting insane. My obsession about Holocaust started about 2 or 3 years ago. Before that time I adored the lager literature concerning life in concentration camp. My thesis was about Jews in Poland and one chapter was about Holocaust. I'm not Jewish, moreover my father seems to be an antisemite. When I was a child I was always scared while hearing the plane and I was waiting for bombing. 5 years ago I started to suffer from agoraphobia, and every time I had a panic attack I felt as if I was suffocating. And I was so scared. I live about 100km from Auschwitz and only just 2 months ago I went there to visit this sad place. Before I couldn't, I thought I wasn't ready. Now I'm almost sure how I died - I was imprisoned in Block 11 in the death cell, with no windows, no food and noÝwater left there for a slow death. Maybe in a tiny cell (1m square), where 4 prisoners were closed and the only position possible was standing. In this life I cannot stand for too long... On Monday I'm having a meeting with a therapist who can read your karma. I'm grateful I could finally burst with this terrible feeling. - Best regards, Alexandra
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       The last life I lived was traumatic and I don't like to think about it. But I'll write a little about it here. I was a Jewish woman who lived in Germany. At the start of the Holocaust, my brother and I went into hiding in a friend's house. She hid us in the attic and brought us food. We stayed there several months. But my friend became scared and called the Nazis on us. I've had nightmares since I was a child about being dragged from a closet by Nazis and the terror I felt would make me scream. Thinking about this actually makes me sick to my stomach. As my brother and I were being dragged from the house, my friend ran over to me and begged me to forgive her. I walked right past her without a word. My brother and I were separated and I was taken to Auchwitz. The smell, and the noise, the dogs barking and the people...I can't describe much more other than I was gassed to death in a shower with other women.*
    Hi, My mother after 20 years of secrecy showed me some of hundreds of drawings she had done while undertaking art therapy. They are all of the inside of some sort of camp, some very detailed and some utterly horrifying. She has dreams of piles of bodies and sometimes wakes up hearing the metallic bang of a rail cattlecart door being slammed shut. She says I was with her in a past life at the camp and that my right arm was mutilated there before I was killed at the age of 5. I suddenly remembered at school despite the fact I was quite capable of doing so I was absolutely loathe to write or do anyting like it with my right hand. I am not left handed. I was dubious until I saw the detail and number of drawings most of which were done over 22 years ago when none of the current media frenzy over nazis or aushwitz was present. The number of people with similar stories is staggering. Thanks
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    hello. I don't know if this would be a past live, or maybe just a powerful obsession thing, or relates to my family. I first learnt about the Holocaust when I was young, especially because my family is culturually jewish, and my Grandfather was a Holocaust survivor. This is what probably stops all possibility of whatÝmight be a past life or just emotions about it. I remember learning about a place called Auschwitz when I was about 7.(My Grandpa's story about his own experiences where told to me when I was 14) I remember getting extremely afraid about it. I started to get "obsessed" you could say. I wanted to know absolutely everything about it, that young, yet I was so afraid at the same time. I have a recurring dream since I was young of being about six, and holding tightly onto my mother's hand. As I grew older, this dream grows in length. Before this happens, I get a really bizarre feeling of being very, very happy, and running or something somewhere.
    Then- I am holding tightly onto my mother's hand, and I feel a horrible weakness in my knee's, and feel afraid and dizzy, and I grab her waist, and she holds me tighter. This dream I had every few months till I was about ten when it grew in length. Then a kind of door opens, and its really dark. Everything goesÝ black, and theres this feeling of my back hurting, and my knee's hurting, and I feel an arm around me.
Theres far off shouting (In foreign language) that I can never understand,and I can't see anything, and I feel scared, and I start crying.
Then theres a huge crowd of nervous people, and loads of cryings, and then we start to move, but I hurt, and my back aches,and I just feel scared, and hungry, and nausea rising to my throat.
    Then I see these VERY blurred images of wires, and people that seem to be staring at me, and I remember in clear detail seeing a watch tower in the distance. This carries on, and then I'm sitting somewhere, and I feel happy like I did before this particular dream, and my mother is cuddling me. Then, we walk into what I can only describe as to be the infamous gas chambers, but to me, in the dream, it looks like just an ordinary building, you know? Then, I can't remember anything else apart from the most dreadful feeling, and huge, huge noise. I always wake up with tears streaming down my face, and me gasping from breath.
    I think I have always believed in reincarnation, even though I was raised in a christian home. I was quite curious about it when I hit junior high/high school age and did some reading on the subject. I can't remember any specific dreams that could have been past life memories, but my sophomore year in high school, world history was a required course. When we got to studying World War ll, my world history teacher showed the class a few of the captured SS films of the concentration camps. For some reason, I could not watch these films and asked to be excused from the class the days the teacher showed them. It wasn't that I had a weak stomach or was "grossed out," but I was profoundly disturbed/upset on an emotional level by those films though I didn't understand at the time why. Nothing else had ever affected me like that before.
    Once I was in college, I developed a sort of "morbid fascination" with the Holocaust. I read everything I could find on it, witness accounts, documentaries, survivor stories. Then, in the late 70's, the TV mini-series "Holocaust" was shown on network TV. I sat there riveted, watching the story unfold, but could only watch it for a little bit before I got agitated and upset and would turn the channel to something else. However, I had to turn it back to the film, watch for awhile and then turn the channel again. It was like I couldn't watch and yet I couldn't not watch. That was when I began to think that maybe my reaction might be because of a past life and that I had died in the Holocaust. I never told anyone about that feeling---I put it down to an over-active imagination.
    My father died in 1982 and I was living 2,000 miles away from my family at the time. My sister called me one night some months after my dad died and told me she had taken my mother to a psychic (to reassure her about my father's passing) and that the woman had some very interesting things to say about me as well. My sister told me that all this woman knew about myself and my two brothers were our sexes and ages. She told my mother, " Your oldest daughter has a real problem with authority." My mother nodded and said that was true (I was the rebellous, defiant one in the family and I had been active in fairly radical politics after college). The psychic then said," Your oldest daughter is very angry, angry with everybody, angry at the world." Again my mother nodded and said, rather ruefully, I'm sure, that I was born angry. She added, "Your oldest daughter prefers animals to people." My sister said my mother agreed once again and said that I have always had animals and since getting out of college, I've always had dogs and cats. The psychic told my mother and sister that was because animals don't betray you, people do.
    So having gotten all this confirmation about me from my mother, the psychic told them that the reason! I was so angry was because I had died in a concentration camp in the Holocaust and had incarnated back to this plane too soon, before I had the chance to work out the anger at what had happened to me in that life (I was born in 1956, only 11 years after the end of WWll). I was actually very relieved after my sister's phone call because it confirmed for me what I had inklings of for years, but thought it was just my imagination. Having the psychic confirm what I had already thought just made it real for me, though I wished I could remember more.
    Ten years or so later after this phone call, I was sitting with my husband watching a documentary on
the History Channel. It was a documentary on the Holocaust following survivor's journey back to the ruins of the camps. The filmmakers had the unique idea to mount a camera on the front of the engine of a train and go through the gates of Auschwitz using the perspective of an arriving train. It was as if I was hit with a bolt of lightning. Of course, prisoners on the cattle cars would not have the vantage point of the camera on the front of the train, but I recognized it with that deja vu feeling that "I've been here before. I know this!" So, based on that, I think I died at Auschwitz and just gut level feelings that I did not die in the gas chambers, but was a male in that life and died of starvation.
    An interesting footnote to this is I have talked to other people who have memories of dying in the Holocaust and a majority of us have weight problems. One of those women told me that the weight problems in this life could very well stem from that past life where we were starved; that on some deep level, we vow that we will never feel starved or hungry again. Interesting theory and it makes perfect sense to me (having been overweight most of my life). I think this particular past life is more accessable to me because it was the last one and I incarnated so soon afterwards that I could have retained more of the ! knowledge and feelings than if it had been further back in time or a longer interval between incarnations. Becky--Columbus, Ohio
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    Hi, my name is Tiffany. I beleive that I was a Jew back in World War II. I believe this because whenever I hear about what the Nazi's have done to people I get rele upset but I feel as if I'm the only one who feels that way. I had a dream once... I was sitting on hard dry dirt but it was fairly cold out. I'm guessing I was about 17 years old.ÝI looked over and there was a boy about the same age as me with dark brown hair and he was wearing a brown worn out cap that looked very old. He was carrying a brown sack and he starting screaming at a tall guy in a green uniform who was also wearing a hat. I don't know why he was screaming at him but he dropped the sack and starting going off. The man in the uniform hit the boy screaming on the side of his face and the boy fell. When he fell I screamed and turned and ran the opposite way. I remember trees of some sort. Like woods or a forest. When I got closer to the trees I fell and that's when I woke up. When I think back to that dream I always feel extremely lonely. Some people say I'm an angry person but I honestly don't try to be. Sometimes when I think back I get aÝache in my side going down to my hip. I don't know if that has anything to do with my past life or anything but I have this feeling that it just might. I think this past life may be the reason why I feel lonely and I feel that people don't appreciate me. I think that I might have died for this boy... when I screamed and ran maybe I was trying to get the man's attention after he hit the boy so that they wouldn't hurt him anymore. I don't know but I have this strong feeling that I died for him because I secretely loved him.
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       The last life I lived was traumatic and I don't like to think about it. But I'll write a little about it here. I was a Jewish woman who lived in Germany. At the start of the Holocaust, my brother and I went into hiding in a friend's house. She hid us in the attic and brought us food. We stayed there several months. But my friend became scared and called the Nazis on us. I've had nightmares since I was a child about being dragged from a closet by Nazis and the terror I felt would make me scream. Thinking about this actually makes me sick to my stomach. As my brother and I were being dragged from the house, my friend ran over to me and begged me to forgive her. I walked right past her without a word. My brother and I were separated and I was taken to Auchwitz. The smell, and the noise, the dogs barking and the people...I can't describe much more other than I was gassed to death in a shower with other women.*
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    I know that I have had many past lives, but the one that I know the most about and that intrigues me most, was in Germany just prior to and during WWII. I was a Jewish girl in her early 20's. My family was not particularly religious, though we did observe the Sabbath (Shabbes). I lives in Herne, in northern Germany, close to the Herne-Rhine Canal. I had a boyfriend from the town. He was not Jewish, but it was not a big deal, until the Nazi's came to power. He was conscripted into the army. Orders came to his unit to participate in a mass book burning in the Herne town square (19-6-1933) and he was there. Afterwards he came to me and told me that I and my family were in danger and that he would try to help us. But things seemed to calm down quite a bit, so we went on as before. We were forced to wear the yellow star (mine was, I remember, on a sewn by my Mother onto the upper sleeve of my brown wool overcoat) and had a curfew, but it wasn't too bad. My Father thought that people would come to their senses and that there was no reason for us to leave Germany, as some of our friends families were doing. My boyfriend and I continued to see each other whenever we could, but in secret. It was a terrible shock to us when we were rounded up by the soldiers one night and loaded into the back of large trucks for transport. My boyfriend was there, but because there were other soldiers around, he acted like he didn't know me. We were shipped to a labor camp.....posted by Druene Sweet-Greenwood, 2003
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     My name is Marshan.  When I was about 5 years old in this lifetime,  my parents did not have much money and we lived  in a very small home.  Often there were roaches and other bugs to be gotten rid of.  Everytime my parents would spray the house for bugs I would become hysterical and start screaming and crying for them to stop trying to gas me and kill me.  I had no reason to react this way and it was irrational behavior.  It got so bad that they started waiting until my naptime or when I went to bed at night to spray.  But sometimes I would wake up and start screaming anyway as soon as I smelled it.  I had outgrown the fear by the time I was about 7 years old.
     Then, when I was about 32 years old I had a dream that was so real that I knew that it was a dream of something that had happened to me not in this lifetime but in one past.  I was in Germany and I was a Jewish man living  in a city called Dresden.  I know it was during or slightly before WWII.  I lived in a modest apartment on the top floor of  a building with my little daughter.  The apartment had no elevator and the stairs were wooden.  My dream showed the stairs leading up to my apartment. I don't know how old my daughter  was but I am guessing at about 3 or 4 years old.  She had 2 long dark brown braids and wore a beige coat and wore a large knitted tam on her head.  I don't know if I had a wife at that time since no wife was in my dream.
    Something terrible was getting ready to happen and there were soldiers in the streets below. The soldiers were looking for people like me to take us away.  I held my little daughter close to me and I felt a love for her that was so deep.  I have loved in this present lifetime but that love in my dream was a different kind of love.  I think it was a father's love for a child that he may have been getting ready to lose.  There was a feeling that I wanted to hold onto her for as long as I could and all the love that I ever would have given her was emanating all at once.  I cannot describe it but I have never felt  anything quite as strong  as that love in my present lifetime.  All I did in the dream was to hug my little daughter and try not to be frightened of what was to come.
    At the end of my dream when I was about to wake up,  a voice came to me and told me that this dream was every bit true and just so that I would know and remember it whispered to me the word  'Hadassah.'  While it whispered the word to me the spelling of it appeared as well.   I am not sure who Hadassah is or was.  The love that I felt for my daughter  in that dream also made it impossible for me to ever forget it.
     Now I think I understand why I was so afraid of being gassed when I was a child.  It is because in one of my past lives I was a Jewish man who was sent away to a concentration camp and to the gas chamber.
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        I'm so happy to have found your site.  As painful as it was, I read all the Holocaust memories.  Now I know I'm not alone. My memory does not have as much detail as many, but ever since I was a child I've had a recurring dream.  I'm a child in a cold room with windows very high in the wall.  I'm frightened, and I know something bad is going to happen to me there. There's nothing in my dream to connect it specifically to the Holocaust, yet I'm certain that I died as a child in the Holocaust.  I've always avoided books and movies on the subject, not wanting to revive more memories.  I was born to this life in 1951. Barbara
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    A while ago i had a dream that i was a girl about the age of 11 who lived in denmark during the houlcaust and she was jewish. I was with another girl i didnt know but we talked in a different language but i understod it. We were running along the streets near the docks looking  for a ship to board to get to sweden.  The first boat was full but the said there was another one about a block away that was leaving that was not full. so me and her ran all the way and on the way i found some money to help pay for a ticket. We boarded the ship that was not full thankfully but when i was looking outside there were nazi's on the boat. i took her arm and we ran off. she said she was tired and she sat on the street i told her to get up to keep on going just as i said that nazi draged her off and when she didnt get up they shot her as i witnessed she whispered across my mind 'go on without me'. i turned around, ran, and started crying because she was the only family i had ever known i finally found a fisherman's boat and i asked him to take me to sweden and i said if anyone asked i'm your daughter. as we got half way to sweden, nazi's stopped us. it seemed as if all my hopes were crushed and then i woke up. ~ 13 Glynnis
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    I had this dream a few years ago, and I remember being locked up in a attic. I remember the Nazi's marching down the brick roads, and I wanted to leave and escape so bad but I was unable to. We were scared that we would get caught and sent off to concentration camps.  I do remember we weren't Jewish, we took care of little kids who didn't have food.  We were in the underground.  I was German and I was with my mother and father and the few little children that would come to stay with us. Then i got this flash of light and it was like time few past my eyes and i was in a museum, and they let me look at this teenage girls mirror from the holocaust, i looked in the to it and i saw myself but i looked totally different i had brown short hair big brown eyes  very skinny. it was really scary. after that i put the mirror down and woke up.  I don't know if it was just a dream or what. But it felt real and  everything.  - savannah~15~
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     Beginning as a very young girl growing up in a small Connecticut town, I have always been drawn to those of Jewish heritage. This "drawing" occurred before a mature knowledge of the holocaust was understood by me. From a school playmate, whom I did not care for very much until I knew she was Jewish, to present day, I have  had an almost fanatical desire to read, research and watch anything to do with the plight against the Jews. I am of Swedish, Lutheran heritage. I was raised by two atheist's.
     When I was about 14, I read the Diary of Anne Frank. When I came to the part where the photo's were, I just stopped and stared at little Anne Frank's picture. Hours went by but I kept returning to her photo's becoming more and more uncomfortable as I did so. Eventually, I set the book down and went about other business. Years passed but my infatuation with the Jews and the horrors inflicted upon them, continued to take up a good deal of my time. At the age of 43 now I have read and reread Anne Frank's diary a hundred times. Each time a decided feeling of uncomfortability and guilt overwhelmed me. At first I kidded myself into imagining that the soul of that articulate little girl lived inside me but instantly I knew that was wrong because a deep shame came over me as the thought came to mind.
    Then I recalled a strange happening in my life when I was about 28. I was swimming in a Daytona Beach hotel pool. It was after midnight so the only other person swimming was a man I did not know. I was VERY tired. The water was like bath water. I might have floated there all night if the man had not spoken to me. We had a light bit of conversation. We talked about the heat, where we lived, the differences between our countries. Trivial things. I do remember liking him immensely. When he left the pool to go back to his room, I noticed that my girl friend was sitting on one of the pool lounge chairs. I had not even seen her come to the pool. She asked me something so strange, so bizarre, I have never forgotten it. She said that she never knew that I could speak Dutch. I was dumbfounded. I told her that I could NOT speak Dutch. I asked what made her think I could. She said that I was speaking Dutch with the man in the pool. I laughed at her, called her crazy. My friend insisted that I had spoken Dutch to the man. I asked her how she knew I was speaking Dutch. Could she speak Dutch? She said she couldn't but all four of her grandparents were born in Holland so she knew what Dutch sounded like. I dismissed it but never forgot it.
    Another odd thing occurs concerning Anne Frank and her family. When I read the book I skip the pages concerning her arrest. I begin feeling uneasy even before the alleged burglar began breaking into the factory where she was hiding. When discussions about her arrest come up with friends I find myself coming up with "other" possibilities for the secret annex discovery other than the thief theory. Almost as if I were trying to defend the thief for "ratting" on the Jews hiding in the attic.
    Is it possible that the soul of whomever did "squeal" lives inside me? Why did my friend insist that I could speak Dutch when I have no such knowledge of the language? Why do I actively seek out Jewish people and befriend them? If I did suddenly understand and speak Dutch, why have I never done so again? Was the warmth of the water and my utter relaxation a factor? Is there some way to soothe the shame this past life still feels and if so am I helping by surrounding myself with Jewish friends and literature? I don't expect any guarantied answers. I would however appreciate any input available. Unlike other stories about past lives, mine, provided it even is a past life intrusion, is not disturbing or life threatening. I am merely puzzled. If this is a past life intrusion I would like nothing more than to help the "guilty soul" find some peace.

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