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Past life "War stories"

I found in regressions that I lived sometimes as a warrior:

- roman centurion probably in legio XII in the gallic wars. I have vivid memories of the battle of Aduatuca (actual Belgium) in 54 BC where the romans were slaughtered by the gallic eburons. I didn't die there but was traumatised.
- hun warrior, probably during asian migrations of 4th century. I was an archer on horse, practicing martial arts.
- viking raider in Normandy, France, who died at the siege of Saint-Lô in autumn 889

I remember many other lives, but no real other memories of war or battles... yet.
 
- Standard bearer or something, exact time unclear. I could smell gunpowder from cannons having been fired, and I felt the weight of the breast plate I was wearing. Definitely no earlier than 1350 and no later than Napoleonic times, most likely a time in-between. European landscape.
- Maybe Vietnam. AR-15 or M-16, jungle landscapes and such, does not leave that many "choices".
There is more, but way too vague to say anything yet. A faint flash of a medieval battlefield. Foggy... "mind-foggy" I mean.
 
I had a lot of dreams early on especially of being surrounded in the jungle by Japanese. I was born in 1945. I found this site just being curious about my sense of having been almost immediately reincarnated after dying in the war. I expect there must be millions like that.. with that feeling in any case.
 
I only have one war memory from my most recent PL during WWII. First one, we’re just walking in the woods through the snow. It’s cold, my feet are wet, and our uniforms are clearly not made for this level of cold. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why I hate winter even more than the average person nowadays, hmm.

I am somewhat disappointed that I haven’t got more memories from that period of that PL. I know I was injured and declared unfit for combat, but I don’t have any memories of that happening. I do, however, have a birthmark on the back of my calf that I suppose could be from that injury. It looks a bit like shrapnel. There’s also a spot on my side that never tans, it’s white like a scar, but I’ve never injured myself there. I’ve asked my mom before if I did so as a kid, and she says the same...never. It looks a bit like it could be the same, or even the shape and position as though a bullet had grazed my side.
I have heard that marks like that can be indicative of past lives as well, as birthmarks but I don’t know how accurate that is. I do usually only hear about birthmarks.
 
-HM- said:
I have heard that marks like that can be indicative of past lives as well, as birthmarks but I don’t know how accurate that is. I do usually only hear about birthmarks.
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I would not be surprised if these marks indicate injuries, though they may not be from your most recent lifetime. I took an arrow to the ankle a long time ago in the same spot I have had a lifelong discoloration in this incarnation.
 
chief1734 said:
Hello, I'm chief

I created this thread for anyone who would like to share thier past life memories of being in war

I myself have been in the first holy war(knight of the holy crusades),
WW1-english footsoldier
WW2- paratrooper 82nd airborne division
Vietnam-Leutenant, 82nd airborne infantry, and special forces(Laos and Cambodia
Desert storm- marine corps infantry rifleman

So, feel free to express yourselves, freely.
Thank you
-chief
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Hi! I’m new here... I read the topi war stories and I don’t know how this might help but I keep having dreams about me being in a war zone. I know it’s me because I feel heartache every time I see this man. His face isn’t clear but he’s saluting me and leaves to the war and I end up getting a letter and I cry and break down. I have this dream regularly and sometimes I wake up with inconsolable sobs like I’m missing a part of me. I keep feeling that I’m missing this person and he keeps telling me to wait for him. I know it has nothing to do with the war but since he was a soldier I’m just hoping someone’s had a similar dream or feeling like that here. I know I may sound stupid but I’m looking for him, that man.
 
Nethu said:
Hi! I’m new here... I read the topi war stories and I don’t know how this might help but I keep having dreams about me being in a war zone. I know it’s me because I feel heartache every time I see this man. His face isn’t clear but he’s saluting me and leaves to the war and I end up getting a letter and I cry and break down. I have this dream regularly and sometimes I wake up with inconsolable sobs like I’m missing a part of me. I keep feeling that I’m missing this person and he keeps telling me to wait for him. I know it has nothing to do with the war but since he was a soldier I’m just hoping someone’s had a similar dream or feeling like that here. I know I may sound stupid but I’m looking for him, that man.
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Nothing you said is stupid brother, what you said is very valid. I have very similar dreams and waking visions to what you described.
I am here to help, send me a private message if you have any questions or if you just want to talk.
I am normally on this site about once every 2 or 3 days.
 
I had a dream the other night where I was in a small plane and it crashed into another one.It was all in a split second and I felt like I was flying into the sun..it was so bright and massive.I knew what was happening but I felt at peace with it.I think I was remembering World War 1.The planes looked like that at least.Ive also had random thoughts about the American Civil War.Surprisingly war comes up the most out of any past life memory I've sensed.But I guess it makes sense considering it's traumatic and unfinished usually.
 
AndreaFrances said:
Surprisingly war comes up the most out of any past life memory I've sensed.But I guess it makes sense considering it's traumatic and unfinished usually.
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You are most certainly correct about the traumatic/unfinished business part (traits which make certain lives or memories more likely to surface than others). Also, certain people seem to remember certain types of lives more than others. I too, only remember lives of conflict.
 
went and saw this medium, psychic, past life regressor, all those... Long story short, he saw I was an SS officer for the Nazis in WW2. Said that they took me in when i was a boy and raised me to be a killer. I was good at what I did, wether it was in the field or outside of it. He saw me in my first time in battle, I was a young male about 18 and was face to face with an enemy. He said that the enemy and I became face to face. The enemy's gun jammed or something like that, and he said I manuevered my way towards the enemy only to jam my bayonet above his heart. He told me that it was instant death because when I pulled out my rifle his heart fell out. Also told me I was always around the tanks, and that i was a munitions expert, focused mainly on explosives and blowing up bridges. He told me other gruesome stuff i've done considering my position in the war but i am still paying the price to this day
 
Hello Jerome,

a warm welcome to you.

Do you remember anything of this yourself or were you just told?
While there are people who have such skills, I wouldn't blindly believe everything a medium is telling.
If someone told me that I was this or that in a past life, I would feel betrayed in a way. Because I still would lack re-living the experience.
What does your gut feeling say? Can you identify with such a past life? Would such a past life explain current struggles, phobias and problems?
 
Hi Jérôme,
Welkome to the forum.

Interesting story. How do you feel about this story yourself? I am intrigued by your words: I am still paying the price to this day.
Be careful. Someone else gave you memories. And now you believe in some kind of punishment for being a german soldier during WWII.
I personally don’t believe in punishments nor in Karma nor in Hell. And it is double tricky when another individual tells about your past as if he himself is living it.

I would love to hear your story if you want to tell us.
 
First war in Atlantis - on the opposite side as a spiritual being
Random war in the middle ages, but death is not related to war - my sister's husband killed me
A viking where war is life - killed and raped hundreds of people
In modern Thailand, eaten by animals after being stabbed by the enemy tribe
In WW2 - traumatic death in concentration camp, did not fight as a soldier but as a young woman struggling to save herself and her child
 
-HM- said:
I only have one war memory from my most recent PL during WWII. First one, we’re just walking in the woods through the snow. It’s cold, my feet are wet, and our uniforms are clearly not made for this level of cold. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why I hate winter even more than the average person nowadays, hmm.
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Sounds like Bastogne
Been there, they say hell's warm well let me tell you, hell on earth is a deepfreeze
We didn't had any winter gear, the overcoats we did had we had to ditch with our searolls by the side of the road before we marched into action, never did see my searoll or wintercoat
In my case I've managed to get hold of a tanker jacket wich was fairly warm compared to the thin M43 jumpsuit and later on when the siege was ended we did get winter gear but for a lot it was too little, too late
 
*Maybe* WWI.
Got that flash during a thunderstorm of hiding in a bunker while the Germans were throwing bombs. OK, this already is interpretation, but I was French around sixteen years old, hiding in a dark underground place and horribly afraid. I cried for my Mom and wished I hadn't left. And for as long as I remember, WWI images are touching me deeper and haunting me more than any horrors of WWII. (Here, despite being German I am more interested in the US events than in Nazi Germany.) Things like the Verdun memorial site, movies like "Nothing new to the west", sometimes I feel drawn to it, but I always end up wanting to cry. Hm, now that I think of it, as a kid, when there was a thunderstorm, I always closed the shutters, put the lights on and hid in bed. Or did anything to avoid hearing the noises. Especially when my Mom was at work.
 
CanSol said:
Same here, thunderstorms and heavy firecrackers remind me of the heavy shellings, this was even before I joined the military in this life
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So it is not only me... good to know. Many kids are afraid of thunderstorms, of course. Yet still, the sound makes me think of bombings and such.
 
Well basically I have been struggling internally with emotions like pride and all just even sadness. Especially a year ago. Every thing about the war satisfies me. Just the topic of death doesn't make me flinch one bit. I know I might sound crazy, but If i were back in those Times i would encourage young males of the army to kill and base them off how many soldiers lives they took or base them off of physical fitness and determination. Everything about the SS uniform creates a sense of fulfillment in my heart. Wether it being all the medals or just the way there fitted to perfection. The deaths head also allows me to breath easily when I look at it. Even within myself to I feel the animal (soldier) within and the traits I possessed. I am not saying I am a munitions or bomb expert Now, but I do still look at every route possible in case of an emergency and have to nessacary speed to carry out the attack if I were in defensive mode.I also still carry my death face ahah or a thousand yard stare tehy call it. I am a good shot with the M14 which is an american rifle but Im good. Also another Reiki practitioner saw within me everything about the third reich doctrinarian. She said they took me as a boy from a german asutrian family. She said she saw me kill 3 students with american college books before the war actually started. She said I used to walk proudly and firm when I first recieved my SS uniform as a private. She said survived 40 battles ive been through and escaped with many officers to live to see the end of my days in sheer pain becuase of wounds i had possesed from the war, not mentally. I ask the male reiki how much lives i took, and he said you dont want to know. He said i was in a secret police system (gestapo?) and we were like assassins for the fueher. 59,692 live i took. At first I felt a sense of pride, but thinking about it again, who in their right mind could inflict pain upon so much people endling life rather than carrying out forward. I ask what the creator (god) what he had to think of all what i've done in those days. He said that (god) sent me back to earth, with severe ADD , ADHD, and a weak shoulder ;) ahahha, after going through my trials and tribulations with pain within myself I now focus all my intentions on life and the better of it. My little sister also helps me alot. she has a rare health condition and i pray for her becasue I saw her in so much pain. maybe she has that disease so my fmaily could focus on life and the creator (god) and humility. Anyways im doing much better, I am 20 years old and ready to drop an albulm, not little ***** on eeither, its banger :)), anyawys long story short i enjoy hearing birds and seeing life around me, before I was ignorant as hell. Peyote also helped me in my journey to , let me see alot of aspects.
 
Okay, I'll bite. While this life I don't remember much of, I had a regression of being redcoat in a battle I couldn't recall (late 18th-century-ish?). By the time I entered the war, I was already sickly and weak, possibly afflicted with advanced consumption. I was only shoveled into the affair because my father (an abusive, strict, military man) forced me to. He considered my illness weakness and placed me in the war to "toughen me up".He then used his connections to get me a rank I didn't deserve. Even the other redcoats looked at me with contempt in their eyes; I was a newbie rich boy given a high rank all because his military father had the power to.

My last hours in that life were spent laying with all the other dead in a trench in the valley where the battle started, and I remember seeing a pile of red and blue coats concentrated in the center of it. My face was covered in my own blood. All I remember was looking up to the gray sky and regretting being under the thumb of my father. I just wanted to tell my wife and son that I loved them, and I wanted to apologize to them for being so cold and closed-off emotionally to gain approval from a father who would never be satisfied no matter what I did.

Not sure how the American education system portrays redcoats, but I just want to share the insight that it's too easy to generalize who are the "bad" or "good" people in history. I remember a good deal of those soldiers never gave a fig about the war or whose side they fought for. They just did what they needed to do to for their families to survive.
 
jerome said:
Well basically I have been struggling internally with emotions like pride and all just even sadness. Especially a year ago. Every thing about the war satisfies me. Just the topic of death doesn't make me flinch one bit.
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To my ears, this just sounds like leftover emotion and thought processes from a previous incarnation. This happens quite often (I was a big shot in the Middle Ages, and still glorify those times and certain ways of thinking, despite now knowing better). But it is extremely important to separate your current self from these past influences. You especially want to be sure that the memories and feelings you are dealing with are truly your own. Go through each piece of information you have received from an outside source and ask yourself if it is really true. Your subconscious knows quite a lot (if you truly let it respond).

I do not think that any negative traits or events in one's life are ever punishment. It is very easy to fall into this trap of assigning cause and effect, deciding blame. The idea of karmic retribution is one closely tied to prominent interpretations of reincarnation. In fact, many physical and mental ailments are caused by lingering energy from past lives that has not been released by the soul in question. As an example, there are many people who currently have respiratory issues who once had past lives where they drowned or died of pneumonia. This was not punishment so that they would live a certain way. Your ailments are not punishments either.
 
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I appreciate your reply, even if it is the smallest advice it has helped me move on. I know I used to be a big shot and that's what hurts me the most. What really hurts is that all I've worked for and all the thousand year reich energy went down the drain. I just want to go back to the times where we are all dressed in uniform, and enjoying conversations with other soldiers in high end outlets enjoying fine dining worthy of five stars. Even if I know its better to move on I still choose to hold on to those feelings. But after your reply I am starting to let go slowly, knowing that I am not the only one in this struggle helps me move on a lot, slowly but surely. Maybe one day we will meet as spirit after our time is up on this earth, But thank you again for giving me an explanation of what I am dealing with, was starting to think I was the only one. p.s, I could imagine you in medieval times all majestic, especially if you were a warrior. I raise my glass for you and toast for our new lives friend, fighters for the good, that is if you choose to.
 
Jerome,

I wish you the best of luck and success on your journey. That you will be able to leave it all behind and go on.

I have to thank you. Some of your posts crept me out. I have to thank you, because they made me realize that I still haven't integrated my own shadow. This dark side of mine which is everything I abhor. I could feel this dark side of mine rejoice when you described how it feels to hold power, take lives at will, be a big one, albeit my dark side would prefer a more medieval scenario.
Fighting these dark feelings and hidden desires most likely is pointless. We will have to "overcome" them. "Integrate" them. Acknowledge them as a part of ourselves without judgement. We will have to realize that we are worthy of unconditional love and forgiveness, like everyone is. Haven't fully succeeded myself yet, so this is easier said than done.
 
I've seen memories through dreams of myself fighting in different realms and dimensions particularly taking place in eastern settings, it's strange stuff that even I don't understand yet seems so...eerily familiar. But my most memorable life was my last earthly incarnation.

In my most recent life during the Sengoku period in Japan during the Azuchi-Monoyama era, I've taken on missions from lords I served and partook traveling to Korea a few times during the Korean invasion planned by Hideyoshi. But the most memorable battle was the Battle of Sekigahara, where I last fought and met my demise getting beheaded by the hands of a close friend and adoptive brother, Mitsunari Ishida. The events planning to distinguish myself in battle to ambush his forces while being blackmailed to work for Hideyoshi's side is a very long story. I could practically type an entire book about that life, but will leave it at this for now.

The battle took place during Oct. 21st, 1600 and strange enough in this life, I was born the day before I died! Oct. 20th, and I also have a birthmark on my neck from when his sword first met the skin of it and sliced through. But, thinking back about that battle ignites scars I've healed from years ago. The pain of losing my wife and later my only child, daughter named Tatsu Not being able to keep the promise I'd see her after the war...Yeah, it hurts. But I hope in this life to see my child if she's already incarnated. If not, hope I can give birth to her in this one and live out life as a family we never had the chance to experience. It's a reminder what's happened, happened and the only thing I've been able to do is forgive those who you feel wronged you in life and open up to new, bright possibilities of starting anew and making the most of living life to the fullest.
 
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SeekerOfKnowledge said:
This sounds very familiar, I think many of us have felt that way.
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Yes, no doubt. It does hurt and burdens you with guilt. :( Haha, but what else can you do for now in this life aside from making the most out of it knowing you did try. In the end, it's the thought that counts and the fact you'll never know if you'll meet familiar faces to tie loose ends with in your present life, for life's filled with many surprises.

Edit: Thank you for the warm greetings, I really appreciate it. :)
 
Hi chief, like you, I have past life memories of war. I was a soldier in world war 1. I recently posted my experience under the topic "Life of a ww1 soldier, need help". You can take a look, if you want.
 
Hello all. I figure I will make my first post here as it is my only detailed past life dream.

I think I was a general of the brigade under Napoleon. In my dream, I looked down trying to figure out who I was and where I was. I realized I was an officer in charge of the pickets. I had on boots and a uniform. I was in the foyer of a large house with double doors and a staircase. Several light French infantry were in front of me. I remembered we had crossed a river and were advance of the main force.

I only had a moment to figure this out. Almost immediately several French soldiers came running up as if the devil himself was coming. They were yelling that the enemy was advancing and were right behind them. I sprung into action. I ordered men to the right and left to man the windows on the lower floor of the house. I ordered them to bar the doors, but it was too late. Before they could get the doors together, the enemy forced the doors open.

All hell broke loose. Hand to hand fighting started. The enemy wore forest green jackets with white vests and breeches. I later found pictures of light Prussian infantry wearing the exact same uniforms. Anyway, one Prussian came running straight for me planning on bayoneting me. I drew a pistol, waited till the last possible second, so I wouldn’t miss, and fired. Immediately, I dropped my pistol to the floor and drew my saber. Three more Prussians with bayonets attached to their rifles took his place in front of me.

I started backing up the stairs so they had to reach up off balance to stab at me. I was slashing at the rifles and their arms trying to disable them. I can still remember the sounds their weapons made as they rattled around on the steps and struck the wood at my feet. I made it up the first landing, and was backing up the second flight, when a thought hit me. This attack is too fierce. No one will be sent to assist us. We are on our own, and it looks as if I might die fighting these three men. I woke up.

I did a lot of research over the years, and everything was time appropriate and unit appropriate. My cavalry saber and pistol were really what an officer would have used. I think I even know who I was but since I am not 100% sure I won’t say. I will say that when I researched him he survived the battle in my dream, and he was killed later at Eylau.

As a child I had seen a print of a painting from Eylau, but couldn’t get it due to unavailability. As an adult, I had found it on the aftermarket. Bought it. Framed it. I had it on the wall of my bedroom. I figured out who I was in the dream after I had owned the picture for a while, so I felt the painting was not a coincidence. I was 11 when I had this dream and it has stuck with me. I am in my forties now. Hopefully, some of you will find this interesting. Thanks for reading this if you are still with me.
 
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