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Anybody have past lives as a soldier in WWII?

I had a weird dream of finding a WW2 US Army badge in the unpaved street somewhere in south east asia. I picked it up and noticed that it has a 2 star on it and name Brandon. But I can't see the full name even if I tried so hard to check the faded name. Then while looking at that badge, I had a flashback of looking at the owner's past. I saw an american soldier being operated from a gun shot wound or chest or stomach injury. The doctor is already stitching the operation below his right chest and the doctor is telling to that man that he will survive. And I saw a wife and a child waiting for that man during operation. I don't know if this is clairvoyant because I have this gift. But since I was a child I'm interested in history about WW2 and visited some war museums and memorials in Vietnam and Philippines. It was in Vietnam that made me cry and felt very sad about their story.
 
Hello everyone!

I just read in another post that some people on this forum may have known each other or met in a past life! Well, that really got me wondering if, perhaps, I may have met anyone that is a member here before.
So, I am wondering if anyone may have fought in WWII in a past life? Looking forward to any responses!

Jonny Of The Wolfkin



Was there in ww2 for sure. I've been having past life dreams since I was a kid...and parents often tell me what I used to say.
Was on the German side. After regression (in teens) discovered that it was a pretty simple incarnation - to be a soldier that died while fighting/fulfilling the duty. I remember being shot down in the air. Died laughing.
It was eerie as if I had known that I would die during the war. Maybe I'll run across people I knew? (wouldn't mind)
Was a dude in early 20s - white blond hair, grey eyes and only interested in flying. Lived for the fight - literally.
 
I was a medic in the 101st during WW2
Have clear memories of Normandy, some from England, Holland and Bastogne

My memories started when I was small and books or tv weren't even in the picture
I've done reenactment, safe to say that wasn't one of my brightest ideas because that led me to many of the battlefield with a total breakdown at Colleville-sur-mer (American cemetery Omaha beach) as the worst experience
You won't see me anywhere near the Rhineland because even the thought makes me nervous, it's where I was killed in that life

I've also seen combat in different lives, WWI and Vietnam to name a few
 
I can remember in a past life that I was an infantryman in WW II in the battle of the bulge I was in a mortar crater taking cover with three othe people and I can remember the rifle I was carrying it was a Thompson we were stuck there for a while I believe I was a sergeant I was about to give a order to move up and then a grenade landed at my feet and blew up and that is about all I can recall from that. I felt really compelled to share this.
 
I can clearly remember WW2. I was not a soldier but a victim in WW2 who lost his family in a concentration camp. I probably died of alcohol abuse because there were lots of bottles down in the basement in the house where me and my family lived. Today I hate the idea of drinking it, and my current family makes fun of me when I refuse to drink it. I still remember most of this life like it was yesterday.
 
Hello friends, I may be late too, but better be late than never to speak of this. I have strong negative emotions when I think of WWII since I was a child. I had traumatic dreams of me dying from starvation in a place full of people whose bodies were so weak I could count their ribs. I have these dreams ever since I was 4-6 years old and since I am an art soul I had no interest in history whatsoever. I didn't have TV when these visions started, nor could I read. My relatives had no interest in history too. When I began to grow these dreams became so vivid I had to do some research and the more I did it, the harder the emotions erose were to slallow. I was a dying women around 30 years old. I had seen my husband and my son being tortured and killed in front of me. We were Jews. In Germany. We had a wonderful life before the war and before the actions and propaganda against the Jews that had started from the beginning of the 1930s. I saw everything in black and white. From this I assume I had daltonism compared to my excellent colour vision today. I starved so much I vomitted the juices in my stomach all the time. I have an extreme phobia of vomiting today [emetophobia if I am correct]. Women around me were tortured, raped all the time to the point we didn't feel anything, we didn't care and the desire for death was so strong that I have it today too. I have severe depression since I was a child, anxiety and paranoia. I remember vividly myself standing on each of the shoulders of two women. We were naked and very dirty. Beneath me, between the two other women, was positioned a sharp wooden instrument with the tip pointing upside. If the women got tired and bended, I would have fallen on it, piercing me in my reproductional organs. If I had fallen myself, the same fate would have fallen upon me. And I did, it was a painful, prolonged death, I felt I was dying for days. I know the people. My ex-girlfriend who was obsessed with the nazis tortured me in this life too, psychically. I have a strong desire for a relative of mine which is rather sinful but we believe we were married in our past life. He had the same dreams as me, I know for sure because he told me about them before I did to him.
This post is rather long but since the only people who would believe me are here, I hope you find yourself in my story too.
 
Hi AlexandrettaLeFay,
Welcome to this forum. What an impressive story you told us. I felt so much pity for you as a child to remember all those things.
I think you should see a good therapist for all those memories. They are too much to carry around. Do you have good reincarnation therapists in your country? Perhaps a silly question, but I really don't know.
In case you should wonder: yes, I believe you.
 
It’s weird I had this dream I was fighting somewhere urban smoke and fire were everywhere I could see gunshots being traded off, I had run out of ammo and picked up the ppsh a Russian sub machine gun, I remember rushing past my comrades in our lines/defense position I remember pushing up from our lines and taking cover behind a destroyed vehicle which I think was a destroyed pz 3 or 4 then I woke up, I’m not sure if this is anything but anytime I watch videos of German soldiers marching or in combat I feel a sense of pride and nostalgia I’ve been feeling really connected to this time period even when I was a little boy, I loved the German side i would always want to watch ww2 documentaries and movies I’m 17 now and I don’t know why I feel so deeply rooted to this.
 
Hello Ray,

welcome to the forum.

This nostalgia and pride and wanting the German side to win I have heard of quite a few times from people who had a past life in Germany during WWII.
An online friend of mine (she's not here) is getting most of her memories of her life in Nazi Germany via dreams.
So it is totally possible that your experience is coming from a past life.
 
Yes, quite vivid for many years as a leutnant in the Luftwaffe and saw action in the Battle’s of France and Britain, before being killed in action near Leningrad at the end of 42 at the age of 23.
This time round I was born in the UK and at the age of 31 emigrated to NZ!!
 
I was a woman in WWII, I used to fly planes out to bases for the boys to take out on the field~

I don't remember much from that life (I really need to go and get another regression because I'd love to know more) but I do recall being quite the hit with the soldiers and have one vivid memory of exchanging files or information with a charming soldier who had a fantastic moustache at a train station somewhere in Europe :)
 
A warm welcome to you, CrystalDreamer!

Interesting memory you have, most people who remember this era have been soldiers. Hope you will find out more, and hope this will help you with your current life and self development.
 
I've only told two people this, my wife and my mom..some background; my mom told me when I was older that I always said and knew things about the military that she couldn't understand how I'd know being so little. I always had a itchy spot above my chest as well. It would come from time to time randomly and I never thought too much about it. Anyways I got curious about why I'm me if that makes any sense to any of you. I tried a video on YouTube randomly one night that put me into a relaxed state with my unconscious mind. I was trying to see if i could bring up anything with past lives as i always felt it was different. Sorry this seems odd to even type but it's true. Well that whole journey lead me to what appeared to me like a movie in my head, but it was me and it was real. In this I witnessed how I died, who I was, but it was brief. I don't remember the name anymore..I wrote it down, but I haven't found the paper to this day. Basically I was a Marine in the 2nd Division and died at the Battle of Tarawa. I was running up a Sandy Beach head that had somewhat tall grass, some rocks, and palm trees with a few others..i remeber being worried about watching the palm trees and we were trying to take out a machine gun bunker I think. I ran up to throw something as my men we're being shot at. On my way up like a small Hill or enbankment i got shot in the chest and I think another place. I fell and craweled next to some rocks and near a fallen palm. I flipped on my back, looked up and thought about I guess what was going to happen next, then I died. When this dream or state of mind was over, it was so real. I was very upset and cried. I didn't know of anything like the Battle of Tarawa or the 2nd Marines before this . I was able to look up Tarawa after this, it appear in this situation like a map in the Pacific with a very blurry name on the island. I was able to look it up with ww2. Found the 2nd Marines were there, and knew I was a Marine. Looked up the casualty list and found my old name. Since then the ictchy spot has gone away and hasn't been back in for a few years now. I've watched a few documentary's on this battle and it gives me the goosebumps and makes me extremely upset. After watching them I feel more calm and it's like I understand if that makes any sense. It's hard to deal with this, as I have conflicting thoughts on this stuff due to my religion. That's for another story if you'd like my opinion on that. I figure that writing this might help those that are in the same boat as me, and maybe we could talk as well? It's not like this is something you could really tell anyone and people understand normally.
 
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Welcome to the club
People either understand or no explanation in the world can make them understand
Fortunately, you're with the first group here, we don't need an explanation

At first Past Life regressions and memories can feel like you're making them up but the rule of thumb is that if something (seeing, hearing, thinking) has (strong) emotions attached to them
 
Hi Mountainranger, I think that most everyone understands what you felt as we have all been there in some sense or another. I'm glad that you found this forum and were able to tell your story.
 
I was a woman in WWII, I used to fly planes out to bases for the boys to take out on the field~

I don't remember much from that life (I really need to go and get another regression because I'd love to know more) but I do recall being quite the hit with the soldiers and have one vivid memory of exchanging files or information with a charming soldier who had a fantastic moustache at a train station somewhere in Europe :)

Do you know if you was German or British?
 
Hello everyone!

I just read in another post that some people on this forum may have known each other or met in a past life! Well, that really got me wondering if, perhaps, I may have met anyone that is a member here before.
So, I am wondering if anyone may have fought in WWII in a past life? Looking forward to any responses!

Jonny Of The Wolfkin
 
Hi Jonny, my son Connor who is now 24, relayed to me aged 3, he used to drive a tank a big tank across the desert with his friend Gary. Connor told me when he was big he was called Hans, Connor was born patially deaf and blind in one eye, while myself and his dad had no genetic defects, Connors disabilities were never explained to us. Meanwhile he grew up hooked on war games, and his computer, and wanted to join the army. Connor joined the Air cadets, before leaving to go to university at Canterbury, where he still is studying to be an engineer, his army career was shot down in flames because of his hearing and eyesight. Connor no longer remembers telling me about Gary or his tank, but he does do historical reenactments and ww2 features in this as well as his gaming, he would make a superb tactical officer. Given the fact he had a german name, i did not pursue his conversations as a child. But listening to Carol explain how childrens afglictions manifest themselves from previous lives, i wonder if Hans died from a head wound, or weather he had those as wounds when he died. Feel free to ask any further questions, but i tried in vain to find out more about Connors tank, but i found nothing. Connor did say his tank was yellow?
 
Hi Jonny, my son Connor who is now 24, relayed to me aged 3, he used to drive a tank a big tank across the desert with his friend Gary. Connor told me when he was big he was called Hans, Connor was born patially deaf and blind in one eye, while myself and his dad had no genetic defects, Connors disabilities were never explained to us. Meanwhile he grew up hooked on war games, and his computer, and wanted to join the army. Connor joined the Air cadets, before leaving to go to university at Canterbury, where he still is studying to be an engineer, his army career was shot down in flames because of his hearing and eyesight. Connor no longer remembers telling me about Gary or his tank, but he does do historical reenactments and ww2 features in this as well as his gaming, he would make a superb tactical officer. Given the fact he had a german name, i did not pursue his conversations as a child. But listening to Carol explain how childrens afglictions manifest themselves from previous lives, i wonder if Hans died from a head wound, or weather he had those as wounds when he died. Feel free to ask any further questions, but i tried in vain to find out more about Connors tank, but i found nothing. Connor did say his tank was yellow?

Does make you wonder about the allied soldiers, seems so many German soldiers remembering
 
I was born in 1909, I believe in the outskirts of Berlin or a nearby small town. There are several specific locations that come up repeatedly but I'm not sure what their relevance is/was, but I know that at least past a point and up to a point, Berlin was home.

I think I wanted to be a doctor, or was starting school to become a doctor. My father had been in The Great War and came home worse than he'd left. My best friend and I both were involved with the party, I'm unsure for him but for myself, I believe it was 1935 or 1936.

There are a lot of gaps. I get a lot of my information from what my small group refers to as "transmissions".

I was an officer, not of a supremely high rank, but I was SS and I was very good at what I did. I was injured in 1939 in Poland, during some kind of small ambush (I was with a group of 12-15 others). I may have been the only survivor from my small crew, I'm not sure though, the memory gets hazy when it gets to the point of being shot in the hip and thinking I was going to die alone, in the woods, with my friends dead or dying around me.

I was reassigned to Auschwitz at some point. I stole someone from there that I'd been in love with previously, and thanks to shady friends in 'High Places' we lived a kind of double life out of several houses that had been raided by the Gestapo (I know at least early on, the best friend was with the Gestapo; I believe his father was an affluent man who was or had been in the Police force and "he thought it was fun").

Eventually, I made some mistakes, one of which was killing a fellow officer for something he'd done to the lover I stole from Auschwitz. Everything essentially fell apart, I was publicly outed as not only being a traitor, but for also being in love with another man, the one I'd saved. I believe we were both taken to Buchenwald, and I died there, possibly during the bombing.

If anyone is curious for more information, I'm willing to share everything I have. I'm effectively trying to 'integrate' my past self into my current self because, for whatever reason, I'm largely the same person in a lot of ways - I'm not a Nazi, nor a racist, but a lot of the "be inhumanly perfect, become the absolute best possible" has carried over into my impossible personal standards.

I'm also still very much a gay man who, despite having an incredibly open-minded and supportive family (sans my father), was in absolute denial for years about being gay and still, has very mixed feelings on it. Conflict was, and probably always will be, one of the core attributes of my absolute self and in a way, I'm grateful for it. I think I thrive in conflict, I think I need some kind of Situation going on to be at my absolute peak.
 
Welcome to the forum, Klaus, and thanks a lot for sharing your story.

I don't think you were the only gay man in the SS or that you were the only one who fell in love with a Jew (or other person not tolerated in Nazi Germany). Good luck on your journey, may you be able to fully integrate your past.
 
Welcome to the forum, Klaus, and thanks a lot for sharing your story.

I don't think you were the only gay man in the SS or that you were the only one who fell in love with a Jew (or other person not tolerated in Nazi Germany). Good luck on your journey, may you be able to fully integrate your past.

He was a Sinti boy. And no, I wouldn't be the only one and there's always the tiniest hope I'll find another person who's had that particular past as well but, I don't really expect it. I'm happy enough to be able to talk to people who aren't either immediately dismissive of it, or think I'm the literal antichrist for it.

And that's much appreciated, friend. It's been going, well? I think?

There are certain portions that are agony to look at, and certain gaps I'm very afraid of fully filling but, it's in my nature to need to know. I believe there's no such thing as bad information, just incorrect information.
 
Just being gay was enough to be put in a camp, many think only jews were put in camps but also LGBT, gypsies, disabled.... the list goes on and on if you were jew on top of it it was twice as bad but anything other than white and healthy was at risk of ending up in a camp
The pink triangle was actually invented in the camps to denote LGBT

In this life I'm gay as well, not sure if that's the first time but haven't been gay in many lives that I can be sure of anyway
 
There were a lot of things other than just Jewish, they were just more secondary and less loudly and openly publicised/vilified.
It's funny because, while I've always respected the ability or want for some people to take things like the pink triangle and try to reverse it into a thing of embracing, I have never been able to. The pink triangle specifically has always disturbed me, even before I knew what it was outside of an LGBT-related thing.

My lover was Sinti, which is a specific branch of Roma (colloquially known as gypsies). Back then, we was called Zigeuner.

Black little Z on his ID like a mar.

My only other life I'm any kind of aware of is Vietnam, and while I don't think I was gay in that one, I know so little about it that I'm thoroughly unsure; I had one aggressively detailed flashback back in August and kept crying to my friend on the phone that I wanted to go home to Oregon, to my mom, little brick house with a wirehaired white dog. Very detailed descriptions of where I was. I think the stress I was under at that point in my life, and how godawful hot/humid it was here, kicked that one up from a solid "I think this is a thing" to "ohhhgod this is a definite thing".
 
Zigeuner is the German/Dutch word for gypsy (am partially Dutch in this life and am fluent in both Dutch and German in speaking)

There are a few of us around that been in Vietnam, memories go from just a few for some to knowing who we were for me and others
 
Zigeuner is the German/Dutch word for gypsy (am partially Dutch in this life and am fluent in both Dutch and German in speaking)

There are a few of us around that been in Vietnam, memories go from just a few for some to knowing who we were for me and others

Aye, I don't know Dutch and I wouldn't quite call myself fluent yet but, I'm fairly good with German.
 
Welcome to the forum, Kamerad. I was German tank driver in WW2 but knew people in SS-Leibstandarte. Interesting to read your more unusual story. Do you know your division/regiment? Good luck with your search.

Ich hoffe, alles läuft gut, Kamerad.

Unfortunately, I don't - that's something I desperately want to know, though. In the specific memory of the ambush in Poland, I know the word Hauptmann was said, either to me in terms of rank, or it was who I was speaking to's last name. Formal regression techniques haven't worked well for me in the past so, I'm not 100% sure how to find this until it just comes or I incidentally find it (a lot of times if I'm browsing lists of names or things, a few will hit me and I'll get my friend to read them off to me; for some reason, having it spoken tends to trigger something if it' anything).
 
Hauptmann is a rank and is equal to an US Army/Marine captain and last that I know it's never a last name in German speaking countries A Hauptmann with the last name Hauptmann would be confusing
 
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