RadicalResearcher
Junior Member
Did you live before? Do you have memories or dreams of a past life you lived? Strange dreams that can only feel as though you were really alive and there at a certain time and place? Have you walked passed places in this life,have you ever sworn that you never ever been to a place and yet you know all about it and even remember events surrounding it? Can you remember things 100 years ago, or 500 years or even 1000 years ago or longer? If yes to any of these, well your not alone. Many have had such experiences. I know because I have!
About 15 years ago I was awaken to a reality that I thought was just hog wash! See, I grew up in a very strict religious upbringing that taught things like past lives, ghosts and ufo's are all the works of Satanism. That same religeon doesn't like any holidays or any symbolisms and denounces Jesus as the son of god. Anyways, I kept having this strange dream that would come and go sometimes continue off from where i left off of from the time before, a dream that just had kept coming back again and again. My wife would try and talk to me about this dream I kept having but i wouldn't talk to her out of fear that she would think i was insane or crazy! One night when I was having the same dream just a little different with more added details, i was deep into the dream. My wife was reading in bed as she does often and after I guess laying in bed for about 15 minutes or so I drifted off into my rim sleep and she kept reading. While I had been sleeping my wife claimed my feet were jerking back and forth fast like as though i was running in bed and I was talking in a strange voice she said but later after we talked about it she said it did sound like a different language. I was involved in a hunt when i had that dream.
In these dreams I was a black man, a war chieften of a north western tribe in Africa, lets say about 3200 years ago. I had four wives and lots of children. Sometimes the dreams would be about time i spent with my wives. Sometimes the dreams would be about me teaching my sons to hunt. Sometimes the dreams would be about my tribe going to war. The last dream, it was my last one. The dream was of how I died. See, we used elephants for both war and hunting. In hunting and gathering the elephants would drag the killed hunt back to the tribe so the meat could be prepared. While engaged in a war with another tribe I was pierced on the left side of my shoulder near the heart by a spear and i fell off the elephant, broke the spear off and was trampled by another elephant. I woke up before i drew my last breath in that dream but i was left with the feeling I had died. In the dream i could see my eldest son standing over me crying and trying to talk to me but i could not answer him.
Much of those those dreams I had between 2008-2010 have stayed with me to this day. Recently, about two years ago I developed a cyst in my left shoulder, deep by the blade that will require me to be sedated and have it surgically removed. Odd, considering that is exactly where i got struck down in the dream.
I waited until about 2014 to tell my wife and my kids that I believe I have lived a past life. I told them the story. Shortly after that, i guess my mind was clear and free and open to the acceptance of past lives.
Then in 2016- I had just had a surgery to remove my gull bladder and one day following the surgery I was not feeling well, i had already showered and cleaned up for the day but for some reason i decided to shower again, it was odd and i felt off. I went in, let the then cold water because our hot water tank was out so it was kind of like a mild hot shower, i just let the shower run over my head and i kind of slipt out of time and place. Long story short I was later told it was a day dream or i had blacked out with a dream,a native american friend of mine said it was a vision of a past life. In the dream I was in plane over Poland, It was WW2. I was fighting in the war. I was flying a Messerschmitt 109 one of over 300 that was sent in to attack Poland in September of 1939. I was 23 years old. My order's were to strike what was believed to be a weapons depo outside of where a school yard was at. I refused to follow the order out of fear of killing children that may be near that area and as a direct result I was shot down by one my own. I landed in a farm field not far from the target zone and survived the crash with only a broken arm. A younger Polish man who was a couple years younger than me had found me. First it was a complicated meeting but after a bit we talked and I explained what i had done. Him and his family hid me until the small village was raided and I and my plane was recovered. The ending wasn't pretty and I woke up before the bullet hit my head. I was standing in the shower shivering as it had gone straight to cold and my son was knocking on the door in a full panic wondering if i was ok with my wife beside him. I did not tell them what happened until about 3 months after the ordeal. About a year later I decided to research the name of who I believed I was. Sure enough, I found him and he was listed as having died in the poland invasion as a fighter pilot. Strange, all of it very strange. I had two more experiences but not as well detailed as the two I have told you about.
I do believe in past lives and I believe I have lived before. Now how about any of you?
Please keep an open mind. Many think past lives are hog wash. Delusions. I know I did but I don't anymore. I firmly believe in them.
About 15 years ago I was awaken to a reality that I thought was just hog wash! See, I grew up in a very strict religious upbringing that taught things like past lives, ghosts and ufo's are all the works of Satanism. That same religeon doesn't like any holidays or any symbolisms and denounces Jesus as the son of god. Anyways, I kept having this strange dream that would come and go sometimes continue off from where i left off of from the time before, a dream that just had kept coming back again and again. My wife would try and talk to me about this dream I kept having but i wouldn't talk to her out of fear that she would think i was insane or crazy! One night when I was having the same dream just a little different with more added details, i was deep into the dream. My wife was reading in bed as she does often and after I guess laying in bed for about 15 minutes or so I drifted off into my rim sleep and she kept reading. While I had been sleeping my wife claimed my feet were jerking back and forth fast like as though i was running in bed and I was talking in a strange voice she said but later after we talked about it she said it did sound like a different language. I was involved in a hunt when i had that dream.
In these dreams I was a black man, a war chieften of a north western tribe in Africa, lets say about 3200 years ago. I had four wives and lots of children. Sometimes the dreams would be about time i spent with my wives. Sometimes the dreams would be about me teaching my sons to hunt. Sometimes the dreams would be about my tribe going to war. The last dream, it was my last one. The dream was of how I died. See, we used elephants for both war and hunting. In hunting and gathering the elephants would drag the killed hunt back to the tribe so the meat could be prepared. While engaged in a war with another tribe I was pierced on the left side of my shoulder near the heart by a spear and i fell off the elephant, broke the spear off and was trampled by another elephant. I woke up before i drew my last breath in that dream but i was left with the feeling I had died. In the dream i could see my eldest son standing over me crying and trying to talk to me but i could not answer him.
Much of those those dreams I had between 2008-2010 have stayed with me to this day. Recently, about two years ago I developed a cyst in my left shoulder, deep by the blade that will require me to be sedated and have it surgically removed. Odd, considering that is exactly where i got struck down in the dream.
I waited until about 2014 to tell my wife and my kids that I believe I have lived a past life. I told them the story. Shortly after that, i guess my mind was clear and free and open to the acceptance of past lives.
Then in 2016- I had just had a surgery to remove my gull bladder and one day following the surgery I was not feeling well, i had already showered and cleaned up for the day but for some reason i decided to shower again, it was odd and i felt off. I went in, let the then cold water because our hot water tank was out so it was kind of like a mild hot shower, i just let the shower run over my head and i kind of slipt out of time and place. Long story short I was later told it was a day dream or i had blacked out with a dream,a native american friend of mine said it was a vision of a past life. In the dream I was in plane over Poland, It was WW2. I was fighting in the war. I was flying a Messerschmitt 109 one of over 300 that was sent in to attack Poland in September of 1939. I was 23 years old. My order's were to strike what was believed to be a weapons depo outside of where a school yard was at. I refused to follow the order out of fear of killing children that may be near that area and as a direct result I was shot down by one my own. I landed in a farm field not far from the target zone and survived the crash with only a broken arm. A younger Polish man who was a couple years younger than me had found me. First it was a complicated meeting but after a bit we talked and I explained what i had done. Him and his family hid me until the small village was raided and I and my plane was recovered. The ending wasn't pretty and I woke up before the bullet hit my head. I was standing in the shower shivering as it had gone straight to cold and my son was knocking on the door in a full panic wondering if i was ok with my wife beside him. I did not tell them what happened until about 3 months after the ordeal. About a year later I decided to research the name of who I believed I was. Sure enough, I found him and he was listed as having died in the poland invasion as a fighter pilot. Strange, all of it very strange. I had two more experiences but not as well detailed as the two I have told you about.
I do believe in past lives and I believe I have lived before. Now how about any of you?
Please keep an open mind. Many think past lives are hog wash. Delusions. I know I did but I don't anymore. I firmly believe in them.
