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World War II: Military Memories

    Hi, I just wanted to relay my what i truly believe to be the final times of my past life.  I should preface it with the fact that I am a very scientific, analytical person, with a high degree of education..not at all an imaginative, fantasy-filled person..unfortunately.
    I only remember the very last of what i believe to be my last life.  I have always just 'known' it.  It is like a memory of my 5th birthday..just there, factual.  (i'm 28 now) Basically, i was male (female now), relatively young..say late teens to early 20s, caucasian, with brown hair, and i was in the war..i don't know much history, but my guess would be WW2. I was a soldier on a large ship.  We were on the ocean when we took a hit.  I remember people running about the deck, people yelling orders, chaos really.  The ship was going down.  I then remember falling off for some reason..and as i fell overboard, i could see the rivets of the boat..so many of them, horizontal and vertical about the size of a large coin (a 'loonie' if you 're canadian). I remember this point most vividly.  I landed in the water. It's sort of fuzzy, but i know that eventually there was just debris around me and not too many other people. It was slightly cold but relatively calm.  I floated there...saw the moon high in the sky, then sun again..later that day i was just exhausted and i started going under..i fought it, but eventually i just went under. It was so real...i was about a foot under the surface of the water, and felt like i was sinking further.  I could see the twinkle of the sun on the surface of the water, but i kept getting further from it.  i could feel the pressure on my lungs building..then it went black and peaceful.
    I would generally say to anyone else, if they told me this story, that they just saw it somewhere when they were young.  But for myself, i know that i have not..this memory has just always been there.  Plus, the feelings involved, the involvement of all 5 senses..it's just too real.  As expected, i have always been afraid of dark water, and especially the ocean, and am moderately claustrophobic.  I have breathing issues (asthma), and serious shellfish allergies...maybe they're psychosomatic..or maybe they're just a coincidence...
    Anyway, that's my experience. I am intrigued to read others', and hope that you find this one intriguing as well. - B

PACIFIC THEATRE

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    About 22 yrs. ago I took a class in altered states and as part of the class we were taken back to birth in the present life.  However, I continued back to my most recent past life.  I was a young Marine in Hawaii. It was December 7, 1941 and I was able to describe the setting in perfect detail.  There was a lagoon and a path to it.  There was also a small village/town about 3/4 mile down the road from the two story L shaped barracks.  There was no parade grounds, but a small grass covered area with a flag pole and a drive that circled it.  It felt so very real.
    I was beyond the drive when the planes came in low.  I realized what was happening and shouted to a buddy to get down.  I also say my youngest brother come out of the door of the barracks.  He started to run toward the lagoon and I could see the tracers pounding into the ground all around him.  We ran we tried to get to cover, but it wasn't any use.  We were all hit.  I felt the bullets rip through my right thigh, knee and ankle.  As I fell on my face into the grass, I felt the bullets enter by back. I fell into the open hand of by kid brother, he was already dead.  As I died it thought that came were that we were from a mid western farm family and that our father was dead.  I had promised our mother to take care of the family and I knew that I had let her down because he had followed me in to the Corp.  He was a kid, underage and headstrong.  I was going to get him shipped home the next day.  It didn't happen.  We both died that morning and I died knowing that I owned my brother a great deal.  I also realized that he didn't blame me, but that we would be together again.
    On the interesting parts.
1.  I have never been to Hawaii, but described the place in my regression to a friend that was born there.  She asked very specific questions about the area I was and it turned out that I was describing the area where she grew up.
2.  I sustained multiple complex fractures to my right thigh when I was 2.
3.  I repeatedly sprained my right ankle as a child.
4.  I was involved in an auto accident at age 32 and  seriously injured my right knee.
5.  I was born on the second Saturday of August, it was 8/11/45. Twenty years later on the second Saturday of August (8/14/65) my son was born, which also happened to be 20 years after the end of WWII.
6.  The first time I heard my father talking about Pearl Harbor, I was about 4 years and I became hysterical just hearing the name.
7.  I had never been able to watch the newsreels of the bombing.
8.  I understood the principle of radar and was able to explain it by the time I was 4 years old and I could read morse code before I was 5.
9.  I have a raised mole on my back in exactly the same place that one of the bullets entered my back.
10.  I have always hated the sound of a plane diving.
    I spent the first 10 years of this life on a small farm very close to a major Air Force Base in California and we lived on the landing approach to one of the runways.  I hated the planes.
I believe that although we are Mother & Son now, we were brothers the last time around.
There was no major historical characters and no one known of great prominence. Just two brothers and a lot of emotion.
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EUROPEAN THEATRE

Soldiers
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    This particular journey to Germany in late June 2006 was always going to be a very different journey to previous trips in the years gone by and more so from the years when I used to live there. Since childhood 'Deutschland' always held a fascination to my inner being and a sense of belonging that I could never understand while growing up in Ireland. From a very early age I was attracted to the German language even if I found it quite hard to learn it due to what I always thought a maze of unnecessary grammar rules that one had to apply in order to be seen to be correct in German.. Regardless the attraction never went away and was always there as if it were an actual part of my very self.  My almost four years living in Germany from age 19 to 23 helped to conquer the speaking language of German as I learned what is known as 'Umgangs Sprache' being the 'Street German' or local slang.. German Slang it may have been but it was a relief to communicate without to much problem once I (re)Learned it ; )
    Growing up I was also always fascinated by the events of WW2 and horrified by what I was taught in school and also by what I saw in *Hollywood* movies about the Nazis who came to power in Germany in 1933 right up to the nation's total destruction by the *Western & Soviet* Allies in 1945. Images of the holocaust against jews and gypsies, political enemies and undesirables and the executions of civilians by German soldiers would absolutely horrify me and make me feel a terrible deep shame which really hurt me and I would resent this almost crying out that this has nothing to do with me.. A lost feeling where I was all alone as a kid with nobody to turn to and at this time I never even understood where these feelings were coming from or why I was so emotionally caught up in this particular part of European history. It
was from my early teens and ever after I was nicknamed 'Fritz' by my close mates for my almost obsessive interest in Nazi Germany and was often mimicked and made fun of in jest by these friends with Roman style Salutes when they would greet me which was sometimes embarrassing in public and social places where we would meet, Pubs, Nightclubs, Cafes etc. I was never a neo nazi nor have I held any racist feelings towards others but was sometimes labeled as such by people who obviously never understood my friends Jest styled greetings.. My mother seemed to know all along but thought it was best to learn myself later in life when the time was right.. That came many several years later long long after I left Ireland as a 19 year old emigrant..
    I did not fathom about the possibility of Reincarnation being raised in Ireland that such a concept is a total myth and does not exist by the then society I grew up in. I certainly was never expecting what is now known as any 'Past Life Recall' or 'PL Flashbacks' that would happen for reasons only the inner Soul knows when the Spirit world allows them to occur..
    My first actual `vivid Past Life Flashback` was in November 2001 which occured of all places in München, Germany then enroute to a small village in Austria by the name of 'Hallstatt'. Since about february 2001 I had become almost obsessed with going to this village when I by chance came across photos of the village on the internet. It was the most unbelievable compulsion I have experienced in a long long time. I just simply had to go there and it took nine months later for me to actually begin my journey there. I was very confused as to this strange compulsion as it came from within and was driven by an energy that needed to return there ??  This is extremely hard to explain. Part of me needed to Return there giving me thorough past life Feelings in my present incarnation. I was so excited about getting to this place I at the time did not ponder the strong possiblity that I was returning to a place of childhood Happiness in a past life. The whole thing was like a jigsaw puzzle slowly slowly coming together, piece by piece.  From childhood to Adulthood in this present incarnation things seemed to fall into place somehow..
    I remember that particular evening in München when stopping over there on my journey, I had been to an Irish pub called 'Gunther Murphys' with a German friend who I had first met during the Sydney Olympics in 2000 and whom had invited me to stay at her place should I ever venture to München. I took her up on that offer late 2001 and after we had got back to her place I fell asleep exhausted on her sofa in the living room..
    Several hours later during the night I remember just being Totally Out Of It in more than a normal Deep Sleep when I felt myself weirdly entering almost another dimension beyond this world and being almost carried somewhere and  then it just started to happen: =VIVIDLY= I was suddenly Alive in another dimension with all the senses of touch, smell, breathing, etc etc.. I was in shock that I felt so hot and sweating profusively and breathing deeply and my heart pounding so heavy I was scared throughout my body.. I heard someone yelling at me in GERMAN and I looked across the room to see what I knew was a good friend in total panic about getting to cover the window in front of me. We were in an upstairs bedroom of a farmhouse and from the window I could see the yard down below. My Kamerade was in full WW2 Deutsches Fallschirmjager (Paratrooper) uniform which I recognised immediately because of the distinct uniform and of course his helmet.. I wore the very same uniform.. This was ALL HAPPENING AT A LIGHTENING SPEED in this flashback..
    Next instant I could see a group of what were definately by WW2 uniform 'US Soldiers' sprinting across the yard towards us from behind a barn and I tried to raise my weapon but it was to`o late as they had made it to the short entrance of the house below without me having fires a single round from the above window.. they had taken me completely by surprise.. Then I heard DEAFENING gunfire below us and Explosions which must have been hand grenades being hurled into the downstairs rooms..The whole floor shook and I ran towards the main bedroom door leading to the landing stairs below.. My legs felt like heavy weights beneath my feet and my heart was pounding at a thousand miles an hour.. With Total Fear in my stomach I heard the stomping on the wooden staircase of the farmhouse we were in as these bloody Americans I knew with all the fear in my heart and lungs were coming up the these stairs..
        My Kamerad shouted that he will cover me and as I reached the door I was violently met by this huge build of a man who smashed his weapon into my face as soon as he lay sight upon me.. I was then pinned to the wall of the landing just outside the room I had come from and below both of us in man to man combat was the staircase of which more US soldiers now took cover from the machine gun fire from my Kamerad in the bedroom.. I was pinned firmly to the wall as this bastard was trying to choke me with his rifle.. It was then I seemed to know my fate, I knew I was going to die and never see my family again and I had promised them I would take care to do my best
to try to get back home.. I did not want to die like this and I was only approx 23 years old and was certainly a conscript.. These Feelings I just felt so strong and I just did not want to die at the hands of this American soldier and I was in no position to even try to surrender.. In the struggle to free the choking grip of his rifle crushing my windpipe I kneed him as hard as I could into his groin, but as he was twice my size this meant as he collapsed we both fell to the floor with him on top of me and making it worse.. I remember the sporadic machine gun fire from both the bedroom and the stairs just below in return fire and was totally DEAFENING.. the stench of expired cordite was so thick I could hardy breath at already having been half-strangled..  This American soldier was screaming words of confusion I could not understand as he kept pressing against my throat now with his forearm and then in the struggle as I was slowly losing my strength I felt a
pistol muzzle being pressed into my neck below my right ear and I knew at that split second it was all about to end.. My childhood raced before me, my mother and father, my older brother, a baby sister, the girl I loved called Anja or Anna who I dreamed to marry and even some beautiful landscape were all there..
    The expected single shot exploded at point blank range in a blunt Thud of a feeling and it was a timing of about 3 seconds as I felt
myself die-pass away.. My body just lost peacefully all physical capability and as I completely slumped I felt at the same time an unbelievable MASSIVE Feeling of Release and Total Peace as I had risen above my body. All my Fear and Anxiety and Worry in that life All Evaporated into an almost Sea of Love and complete Sense of Harmony .............. Sean (Fritz)
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    Hi for some time i have had strong emotional difficulties dealing with a Past Life experience from WW2. I  have had vivid, sometimes terrible flashbacks always accompanied by strong feelings, dread, grief, loss, futility. As a kid growing up in Australia I always had an interest in all things military,but also a strong dislike for communism, authoritarians, and authority in general.
    I had a very troubled childhood, my parents divorced when i was 14. I could already drive farm machinery, loved mechanics and learened to drive 80,000kg roadtrains in remote outback Australia. By 17 i was driving them full time, abd at 19 i owned a complete unit. Responsibility and committment came easily to me. However i was a very troubled individual, strong anger problems, very negative, felt alone and lost. I was very much a loner and work meant a LOT of time alone driving long distance interstate for days at a time in remote locations.
    Luckily at age 21 i got HUGE break with a fellow doing Kinejetics(branch of Kenesiology).The Past life that stands out,and explains the most about me is my experience during WW2. My father-in-law gave me a few
books about the War (he himself a Royal Navy veteran). Grey Wolf Grey Sea really hit me hard as did Robert Mason's book Chickenhawk. By the time i saw Saving Private Ryan the experience was overwhelming, riveting, like i was there.The sight of those MG42's blazing away and the Tiger tank really drew me into reliving an experience.
    So no suprises really when during a Kinejetics session a stressful experience came up about something which happened in a forest in southern Ukraine 1941. I had rank of Major (Sturmbannfuhrer) in the Waffen SS, either 1st or 5th Division.I saw a lot of deaths under my command and felt both responsible for them (guilt) and grief (fear of loss).
    Since dealing with it my life has steadily improved in leaps and bounds.It has taken a GREAT DEAL of letting go.There were positive experiences as well.The connection between Waffen-SS soldiers of all ranks is very strong and i will always consider their determination to fight together as amazing. i had the extraordinary experience of commanding fanatical loyalty. I'm trying to put all the brutality i saw behind me.
    The other problem i've struggled with in my life is prejudice,betrayal (we were expendable and dishonored by others). Like Vietnam veterans we came home to scorn and judjement, branded as criminals. I've had other past life experiences but nothing comes close to emotion i've felt with this. I really need to move on from it.I need to let go of the fear from the experience, easier said than done.
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    when i was a child about 6 years old a friend said swastika which he probably heard from his grandfather and then i saw me standing up high wearing a swatika on my left arm when he yelled and i came back
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    I don't know how to start this, but what I believe is a past life memory came to me after an encounter with a teacher in high school.  It was Halloween of my Sophomore year, I had just sat down in my desk when my teacher walked through the door in a World War Two era American Army Infantry Uniform.  I felt my skin crawl at the sight of him and I had this feeling come over me that I had to run as he walked past me.  I can still feel the fear to this day when I think of him in that uniform.  Later when I slept that night a series of reoccurring dreams began, each dream adding more information, that would last over the next week and a half or so.  What I relay here is the completed dream.
    I awake in a forest, completely blanketed in snow, I go through the daily routine of cleaning my rifle, something that came to me like second nature, a man approaches me and begins to speak German, and I understand him completely.  We leave with two other men and Patrol out into the woods.  We speak of plans for after the war.  I spoke of my home town, Bundenthal.  A small town on the Rhine.  After a few minutes of patrol, I look forward to see an American Infantryman, the last part of the dream happens so fast that it's hard to describe but I felt a burning sensation as two bullets penetrated my chest, I lay on my back, and the last thing that I see and hear is the snow falling through the pine trees and gunshots.
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Pilots/Paratroopers
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    Thank you for this Website.  In the very first past life dream I had, I was a young American pilot stationed in Paris during WWII (I have always been very drawn to WWII period). I was very young, tall, and thin, and I had dark blond hair and blue eyes. I hung out with other pilots, one of whom was from a very wealthy family and was not a very nice person.  He would drink quite a bit, and he had a French girlfriend who was as wild as he was. (He had dark hair and dark eyes; he was handsome in a florid way. She was beautiful, with bright blond hair, blue eyes, and red lips).  They would often get into horrendous, violent fights, and none of us would ever step in and stop him from hitting her and she from hitting him.  Eventually, one night, he strangled her during one of their drunken fights.He absolutely lost his mind, and one of the other guys had set him aside and calm him down.  2 guys were debating what to do with the body, and I remember standing in the room, looking at her body on the bed, feeling absolutely horrified. I wanted to stop them, to tell them what they were doing was wrong. I did try to do that, but I was weak, and they bullied me into helping them dump the body and concealing the murder (the man who committed the murder was still mumbling and crying incoherently). I felt complete revulsion for myself and my role in the girl's murder. I did see my death in this life.  I was shot down in my plane over the ocean (I think I had just gotten back from a mission over Germany, and the planes caught us by surprise). I remember feeling nothing but relief as my plane went down. I wouldn't have to live with the guilt. I think that's why, in this life, I can be so forceful in my convictions. I'm definitely not afraid to stand up to people for myself or others.  If this sounds familiar to you, I would love to hear from you.  - Brandi
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  I am a 50 year old man living in Texas. Ever since I can remember I have believed that I was a pilot who died in the Second World War.  Even as a child I could identify WWII era aircraft with amazing ease especially German and British.  I was very interested in flying and aviation, read books amd made many models. ( Odd fact: even though as a very young child I adored airplanes and never passed up a chance to go to the airport and watch them, whenever a twin ruddered type flew overhead I became abjectly terrified, sometimes leaping into my father's arms) One time, as a teenager, I had an opportunity to go flying in a private plane with a friend and his father. I had never taken lessons but my friend's father let me take the contols and, to his and my amazement, I flew very, very well.
    In college I majored in history and did my graduate work in British social history of the 20th century. It was during that period that I came to be certain that I had been the pilot of a Hawker Hurricaine fighter and that I was shot down and killed towards the end of  the Battle of Britain.  (late summer of 1940). I was no "ace" or anyone special, just  " a soldier of the endless march". I have especially clear recollections of the beautiful weather of the summer of 1939 and of flying over the small ships carrying out the Dunkirk evacuation. One really strange experience took place at a Confederate Air Force airshow.  I was walking around a hanger when I heard an aircraft engine start.  I remarked to a friend of mine " That a Rolls-Royce Merlin engine firing up" He asked me how I knew and I had to answer that I had no idea (having never heard one before). We got around to the front of the hanger and sure enough, there was a Supermarine Spitfire (powered by a Merlin engine) warming up for a flight. I just knew that sound and what it was.
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    My memories of a past life is very strong, and it has been with me practically all of my life. When I was a young pre-school child in the 1960's, I would often discuss with my mother and preschool teachers a lot of details of a past life. I told them I was born in 1910 in a midwestern town or city (I don't recall which one, but I believe it was Chicago), and that I had been a bomber pilot stationed in England during WWII. They were so taken aback by this that the preschool teachers asked my mother to see what was wrong with me to "make up" a story like this. Over the years, I seemed to have an uncanny ability to remember small details of WWII while I was in school, often including very small details about B-17 aircraft.
    I forgot about this until I went in the Navy. While in the Navy I kept having recurrent dreams about this past life, where I could see myself as a young man with black hair, a mustache, and considerably darker features than I have now. The face seemed familiar, but it was very different from my own, and I often could not make out all the features due to a fog in some of the dreams.
    Now I am married. As a married man, on my wedding night I seemed  to have a spontaneous regression to the same past life, and I saw my then new wife in a completely different body with different features. We were in a heavily woodworked room with items that looked like they would have been commonplace in the 1930's or 40's. We were sprawled out in clothes on a bed with a lace blanket, talking. I was wearing some type of uniform and she was wearing a white dress. It lasted for a few seconds, but we both felt it and we have talked about it over the years. It was so intense it is still never talked about in the house, but we talked about it a lot on that particular night, and it kind of spooked us.
    I have never been able to finish the story. I don't know of any details as to who I was, when and how I died , or any of these things. I guess these will come out in their own time.
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    so here's the deal i don't actually believe in this, though i did at one point (i think) I was in a restaurant with my mother, my aunt, and my cousin. for some reason or another the topic of reincarnation came up. Then wham i was hit like a punching bag when someone jokingly asked if had had a past life. I just looked through a "mind window" and saw myself staring out of a window on an old airplane seeing the patchwork of farms. I was being asked to jump. I did and landed by a fencepost. It was old and the fence attached to it was old and rotted. as I think back I believe I was paratrooper probably in the second war. those are the only to instances I can remember from my memory. When I told this story to my Mother and Aunt I was five years old (give or take). I'm 17 now. well that's it. -Peter
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