How did you conclude that he knew you?
Various reasons.
But first of all, he knew me this lifetime, as I was involved in Scientology and we were encouraged to write to him. I wrote to him about eight times and would receive a message back, purported to be from him, except for the last letter, which I sent shortly before he passed.
In that last letter, I had complained to him, asking if he was trying to form a fundamentalist religion, with the idea that Scientology is the only way and why he was being critical of yoga, as being merely mysticism and I mentioned 1,800 year old facilitator of Kriya Yoga, Babaji Nagaraj, by name.
I handed that letter to Heber Jentsch, with instructions that Hubbard was to receive it.
But what about Hubbard knowing me in my previous lifetime? It's rather convoluted and it involves my awareness of previous lifetimes.
That's a repetitive pattern for me. In other words, in other lifetimes before this, I also knew who I was in previous lifetimes.
In 1970, when I was 18, I pulled the book, The Iron Mistress, from my mother's bookcase and read it. It was about James Bowie, known as a knife fighter, who fought duels to the death, grew up in Louisiana and died at battle of the Alamo, in San Antonio, Texas, on March 6th 1836. I had the intuitive feeling that I was reading about my own past lifetime. My younger brother's birthday just happens to be March 7th.
Eventually, I concluded that he had lived as James Bonham and that my older brother had lived as Buck Travis, who were with me at the Alamo, defending it against Santa Anna and his Mexican Army, before we died. I even hitchhiked to Louisiana in early October, 1977, to find out if living in the same state, where James Bowie had lived as a young man, would stimulate my memory of that lifetime.
I stopped at a little library in Oppolouses, Louisiana, on my way to Amelia, Louisiana, where I worked as a roustabout for less than three months.
The library had a tree in the yard, with a metal plaque on it, that said it was James Bowie's tree. It seemed mighty strange, but I sat under the tree and contemplated things for a while. I actually became acquainted with Scientology in 1976, during spring break, while I was a member of the Marietta, Ohio, College crew team. I rowed no. 4 seat, port side in an 8 man JV heavyweight boat, with a female coxswain.
We were invited to the University of Tampa, to practice with their crew team in the Hillsborough River and to use their college facilities, which we did, after driving down there.
Late one night, about 10pm, I was walking the streets of Tampa, scoping it out. Then I saw a building with the words, Church of Scientology, Mission of Tampa. I walked over and the door was open. I went inside and an older man behind a desk greeted me, asking if he could help.
I said I was just curious, that I'd never heard of Scientology before. He said he'd get help and left through a certain door.
Eventually, a young dark haired girl named Roweena Koltinick came into the room, through that same door and started telling me all about Dianetics and Scientology. I asked her who started all this and she mentioned a man named L. Ron Hubbard, showing me a paperback book he'd authored, with a blurb about him and a black and white picture of him.
I read the blurb and looked at the picture and said that must have been the man who greeted me when I came in but, she said that was impossible, as there wasn't even a man in the building and no one told her that I was there.
That year, my crew boat, beat everyone we rowed against.
In February, 1978, I hitchhiked to Tampa and started taking courses in Scientology.
Before long, I read Have You Lived Before This Life?, by L. Ron Hubbard. In the Introduction he wrote that they once had a Scientologist who claimed to have lived as James Bowie and they found it to be true. Things were getting stranger and stranger.
Did I know Hubbard in my previous lifetime and he considered me a Scientologist back then?
Several years ago, a psychic friend, involved in a consciousness raising group with me, told me that I had known Hubbard in my previous lifetime, when I was a British Secret Agent, that we were involved in Top Secrets and that I may have been murdered in 1941. I found out that Hubbard had been an American Naval Intelligence Officer, during the WWII era, with British contacts.
I noticed at the time, that I had been writing some of my English words, with the British, rather than American spelling. Somebody recommended that I read, OP JB, by Christopher Creighton, who was a British Secret Agent in the WWII era.
My psychic friend obtained the book for me, from the Internet, for $8. OP JB is an abbreviation for Operation James Bond, an actual British Operation near the end of WWII, in which the British agents parachuted into Nazi Germany, in the dead of night and extracted Martin Bormann and with his cooperation rowed down the rivers, while avoiding the Nazis and the Russians.
They gave Bormann a new secret identity, in exchange for Bormann letting the British know where all the stolen Nazi loot was hidden, which he knew, as Hitler's personal secretary.
The book also mentions how isolationist United States was drawn into WWII, when Churchill and Roosevelt agreed to let the Japanese Fleet attack Pearl Harbour, in order to get the United States into the war as a British Ally.
That's where I come in.
There's no way I would have supported such a vile agenda, as a British Secret Agent. I believe that I contacted a certain American Naval Intelligence Officer, nicknamed Flash, a nickname I probably gave him, because he reminded me of Flash Gordon and told him what was going on.
British agents had already sunk a Dutch submarine, killing all aboard, as the submariners had reported by secret code to the British, that the Japanese Fleet was headed for Pearl Harbor, but the British didn't want the submariners reporting about the Japanese Fleet anymore.
Clearly, I hoped there was something that Flash could do, from the American side, to stop the attack.
Apparently, by the time I returned to my office if work, they were ready to ambush me. For I had a brief, semi-awake dream, in which a well dressed young man enters his office of work and is immediately shot through the throat, by a co-worker using a pistol. He stares at his co-worker, before turning to walk away, when another agent finishes him off, with a shotgun blast.
I concluded that's how I died last lifetime, but don't even know what my name was.
In my conversations with Flash back then, I must have mentioned some of my previous lifetimes, which explains what he wrote about James Bowie, in the Introduction of Have You Lived Before this Life?, and something else he wrote in Dianetics:The Modern Science of Mental Health.
Interestingly, I still referred to Hubbard as Flash, in one of the letters I wrote him, as he was still somehow reminding me of Flash Gordon. A Tampa staff member told me that it actually had been a nickname of Hubbard's. At some point I must have been targeted for certain data by Hubbard himself, something they wouldn't normally do, but I was a strange case.
For that same staff member told me of an extraterrestrial past lifetime that Hubbard lived, in which he escaped from a planet, where he was imprisoned, in a spaceship.
That, corresponds exactly with Jettero Heller in Hubbard's Mission Earth series and with Miles Teg in Herbert's Dune series, both characters which I seem to be connected to, as true fiction in one, but reality in the other.
And btw, that other book, The Iron Mistress, was published in 1952, the year I was born, an indication to me, that I induced my mother to have that book in her bookcase, before I was even born, so it would be there for me to read it someday and begin my awareness of previous lifetimes of myself and others.
I tried to answer this for you, but I hope not everyone is reading this, as it's all very personal and people are likely to disbelieve it anyway.
