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PTSD from past life military experience

chief1734

chief1734

Warfighter forever
Hi, I'm chief, I'm new here, I actually just signed up today. I would like to share the 3 last life's I have had,(it gets a little blurry after that, but I've lived many times on this Earth before that I'm sure)
All of these "memories" as I call them were unprovoked, meaning small bits came to me in the form of dreams, visions while meditating, or externally induced PTSD(car backfire, fireworks, gunshots, thunder and lightning, the smell of freshly burnt gunpowder, when someone startles me, etc.). That caused a flashback in memory.

My recollection starts like this:
1. I was a man, around the age of 17. I was in the US 82nd Airborne ARMY paratroopers. It was WW2, and the only memories I have from this one are from The D-Day invasion. We made a jump, but this jump felt different.( We came in after the main beach battle was done) It was because on the way down there was no flak or small arms fire coming at us, a peaceful jump, if you will. We landed just past the German bunkers that where aimed towards the sea, in some fields with a few trees and farmlands. I remember knowing to head further inland, so I did. The next thing I remember is meeting up at a rally point in a small City, it was I would say 30 to 40 guys that were Airborne, infantry, and I heard something about US tanks just outside the city. We were going to go forward and clear another city full of German soldiers and get support from the tanks. As we walked to the city, we never saw the tanks, just heard the distant blasts from their canons. When we approached the city I heard Sarge say " get ready!, Fan out!" And we all spread out, 30 or 40 feet from each other, around 12 guys were with us and the other 30 or so were on a different route, to the same city. and we walked on into the city. I had an m1 garande rifle, there were buildings on either side of us and when we got about 100 paces down the street we met a building in front of us, 2nd story windows open up with machine gun fire, 1 man down, we took cover, a few guys return fire, my heart was pumping so hard I could only manage to take a quick peek and saw a German, no helmet, and he had a handgun, running in to close cover about 30 feet from me, unseen by my guys, I had to kill him. So I took a breath, popped out from behind the cover I had raised my rifle to his head as he saw me and pulled the trigger, and he fell, and as I was shocked by the first kill I stood there, just for a moment with my rifle still raised, and looked toward the building in front of us, as I did I was shot in the right lung just opposite of the heart. I fell back and left, behind cover and looked to see the damage, I still remember the gory details I do not wish to share. And I died there within minutes of being shot.

It takes a lot out of me to bring these things all back up at once, so if you are still reading this thank you for your time. These last few lives in the military were extremely stressful and much of the emotional, mental and physical symptoms of a combat veterans PTSD reflect in me, even though I'm just now 18 and am not in the military nor have I killed in this life or seen any real combat this life, but somehow my hands remember the rifle, I have always had a passion this life for weapons and combat knowledge, I have always been an amazing marksman even since I was a very small child, and when I turned 11 my mother has had to wake me up extremely gently from The corner of the room with her voice to make sure I don't wake up in " Combat Mode". I was sleeping at a small cabin one time and my friends came to wake me up( they didn't know I always sleep with a loaded handgun) and when they came in they were very quiet not announcing thier presence, so one of them comes to my couch and bounced the cushins while yelling in a deep voice " wakie wakie mother******" as soon as he said that, without control, I pulled my pistol from it's place and in one motion, flipped the safety off pointed the barrel at him and pulled the trigger twice, click click, thank god there was no bullet in the chamber, hence "combat mode".
There are two more lives I remember ( Vietnam, and desert Storm) that I look forward to sharing with you guys later

Again thank you for your time,
Sincerely, chief
 
Hi Chief

Welcome to the forum.

Thanks for your terrific story. You will probably find that writing about it and talking about it here helps to settle the emotions of it all down. You may feel a bit stirred up at first, but then it will usually ease off after a while.

Often very vivid things, 'flashes' of intense scenes such as you describe are the ones that are easier to remember, because, well, they kind of stick in the mind don't they? But you may find more comes to you once you start thinking about it more.

It can be a relief just to be believed and understood. A lot of people have traumatic past life memories that can continue to trouble them. Sharing those experiences with people who understand can be very healing.

Feel free to share more.
 
Tanguerra and KenJ

Thank you so much for listening, at first I wasn't sure if sharing these things was the best idea. It is surprising how much ridicule people can throw at you for talking about things that they don't understand! And at first I was shook up but now I feel amazingly better. Thank you both sincerely.

But I do know there are people who believe and know in thier heart that reincarnation is real. Like you guys.
I had the pleasure of meeting a Vietnam veteran, and after we talked about a few things that only veterans know, and he asked me, "how old are you, son?" And I said "18, sir" he replied " how do you know these things?" And I said "I was there" he turned and looked at me and said how did you die?" I told him "I took a mortar round beside my right foot" and he stepped up out of his chair shook my hand and said "thank you for your service"

That was the last time someone besides my own mother believed and listened to what I have to say. I don't talk with her very much about my past lives ,since most of them are of war. It's a difficult burden to carry but I believe it has saved my life (this life) more than once

Thank you my friends, you have no idea what it means to me just to have some people listen, then share thier own experience. Amazing website. I look forward to sharing a bit more soon, untill then,
Best regards,-Chief
 
Hello again, I wanted to know if anyone has any input or advice for me.

My dilemma right now is I have been having a few troubles with a specific memory of when I was in Vietnam. The memory is this: it was nighttime, we where going through the treelines, but I remember we had to be very quiet, no one was even smoking a cigarette because charlie could smell it. As I walked to a tree in front of me , i went to the right of it and a VC popped out with a rifle. As soon as he did I grabbed the barrel with my right hand and pulled the bayonet knife I had with my left hand and plunged it into his windpipe. He fell back with me on top of him, dropped the gun and tried to fight me more. I was scared and angry, so I put my right hand on the back of my knife and pushed it further, he weakened, but still alive, so I pulled my body up slightly, and slammed all my weight down on the knife, heard a crack. He let out the last of his breath and went limp. I knew he was dead.

So, this memory keeps flashing back to me, especially in public, and it makes my body start tensing, my mind ready for battle, and my eyes darting all around, looking for the slightest wrong move from any of the strangers around me. I control this to the best of my ability, but it wears on me over time and this results in me having to release stress by whatever means I can( usually target shooting, or cleaning my weapon, sometimes cleaning my room, I sometimes smoke 13 to 17 cigarettes a day. But I don't drink, at all, alcohol doesnt agree with my nervous system. It aggrivates the condition I have this life called RSD, or CRPS. Question is do I need a regression? Or something else?
Thanks-
Chief
 
I'm very biased when it comes to anxiety of this type as it is readily dealt with using NLP or someone schooled in (Milton Erickson type) hypnosis. Just a thought, not necessarily advice - the object is gaining control of the memory/anxiety producing vision. Perhaps a regression might have similar results, you could be lucky enough to find someone to do both things.
 
Hi Chief,
I think you need serious help from a professional who knows how to deal with PTSD and reincarnation.
I recognize a lot from your story relating to my current husband (who was in war during this life).
If you don't deal with it, it will not go away and it will damage your personal relationships in the future.
I think you are doing a great job telling and sharing your stories, so you can face them instead of denial.
And when you feel you are ready for it, you'll make the next step towards professional help.
This burden is too heavy to carry the rest of your life.
 
chief1734 said:
Hello again, I wanted to know if anyone has any input or advice for me.

My dilemma right now is I have been having a few troubles with a specific memory of when I was in Vietnam. The memory is this: it was nighttime, we where going through the treelines, but I remember we had to be very quiet, no one was even smoking a cigarette because charlie could smell it.... But I don't drink, at all, alcohol doesnt agree with my nervous system. It aggrivates the condition I have this life called RSD, or CRPS. Question is do I need a regression? Or something else?
Thanks-
Chief
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Yes. Horrible memories. I have my share. I am a woman now but I remember many very vivid and unpleasant war memories going back a long, long time. I am old now. Well, middle aged. But these kinds of memories were with me since very early childhood. 'As long as I can remember' - if you know what I mean. It is much more common than most people think. But, no, your friends are unlikely to understand what you are trying to say when you try to talk about it.

Scotland

Best advice is to start keeping a journal. Write it down in a book and talk to us here too of course. It's very healing in the longer term. I have certainly found it so myself.

The past is important. It usually holds good lessons for the present. Do that first and then see how you go.

What else do you remember?
 
Thank you very much for your input. I will post more tomorrow. Rough day today.
But it'll be good therapy tomorrow when I have a clear head.
 
You guys ready? This one's gonna be tough. I will speak about my death in Vietnam and transition to desert Storm, the last life I had.
 
I was in Vietnam. I went places we were not supposed to be. Laos, and cambodia, from my memory.
I was a leutenant, leading a few guys.
Most of what I remember from Vietnam was my death.
We were out on a standard patrol, me and my guys were walking up on a small circular clearing
From the dense forest around us. When we got to the edge of our side of the treeline, the treeline just opposite of us opened up with several guns and we all took cover. I remember thinking we should go around and flank them. I sprayed rounds past the tree I was behind, towards the little muzzle flashes about 80 yards away with my M16. I didn't use it in full auto, because they like to jam too much. I told my guys we are going to go around and try to get behind them. I remember a guy saying "but we are pinned down, we can't move" I knew this and I knew I would have to basically be a distraction for my guys to move without being shot. I told them to start running when I start shooting, as I reloaded my rifle, stood up and popped out of cover fired as straight as possible and walked forward as I just kept pulling the trigger and walking forward.
Bullets flew all around me but I remember being calm.
Last I remember was a mortar, or rpg/grenade launcher round, landed inches from my right foot and it was pretty instant death. BUT, I knew I was a major help to my guys, because charlie pretty much all focused on me for long enough to let my guys slip around and do their job.
So that's what I remember of my service in Vietnam, other than a few things too dark for even me to want to remember.
I faught for the men beside me, and to keep people safe.
What hurts the most is I can't talk to most of the vets I meet in this life that are having a hard time, because they don't believe me when I say I feel thier pain, and understand what they have been through, because I was there, and i saw the things they saw.
Thanks for your time I'll post about Storm later or tomorrow
-chief
 
Golly! Good work Chief.
What hurts the most is I can't talk to most of the vets I meet in this life that are having a hard time, because they don't believe me when I say I feel thier pain, and understand what they have been through, because I was there, and i saw the things they saw.
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Not surprising. None of my friends believe me either. I mostly don't bother talking to them about it any more. Not much point in it really. But I hope it helps to be able to talk about it here at least. Most people find that it does.

I have some pretty horrible war memories, but all from a long time ago. War has always been 'hell'. That has not changed.

Keep us posted. Take care.
 
Hello
Today I'm going to talk about the life immediately preceding my current life.
It was the storm operations (Desert Storm, desert fox, Desert Shield,). This war was different from my memory, because I personally never fired my rifle in that war along with many other men who served beside me.
I don't remember a lot from the war itself but, I do remember the feeling of grueling tiredness and anger and sadness. What I do remember though, is I never fired my rifle, there was a lot of digging involved and much paranoia about our surroundings. I also can remember having to wear our gas masks a lot from burning oil, and I also remember the oil fields burning and it raining down on us. I remember a few times where I took my mask off to do something while we were in the oil and I remember my eyes burning and my lungs hurting like it was hard to get air in.
The last thing I remember about the war is coming home and being extremely livid at the United States government for sending me and my brothers over there for a bullsh*t War over oil and power.

Here's where things get interesting though, I remember inhaling a lot of oil particles and it caused my death that life later after I came home from the war. I remember having a beautiful wife, two beautiful children that were under the age of 2 a very nice small quaint home out in the middle of nowhere (looked like High Desert though, meybe new mexico?)
 
Sorry,
I pressed post and I wasn't finished hang on,


*I died at a fairly young age below 30, from lung complications I remember not being able to breathe for a very long time after being on oxygen machine, and basically suffocating to death over a very short and painful time(several months)
Saddest part is I died leaving my wife with two children behind as a single mother and I couldn't do anything about it.

A weird thing that I realized recently is that a lot of the things that I did hygienicly and as routine as a military man in those past lives, carry over into this life, I'm constantly paranoid about keeping my feet dry and clean, when I make my bed it must be perfect enough to bounce a quarter off of it, sometimes I take an old set of Vietnam dress fatigues I found at a military surplus and wear them whenever I feel that I am starting to go into a PTSD moment or generally when I feel paranoid about anything, and to me the most abnormal thing that carried over is my ability to shoot, and maintain firearms with an expert level of experience, from an extremely young age with very little guidance.
I would say the most dangerous thing that carried over though, is when someone really badly pisses me off that's not family or a friend, (like strangers, or friends of friends) I start feeling the urge for combat, it starts putting me in that mode. Also, when someone has a pocket knife laying close to them or on their person and or has a gun weapon I go into combat mode
 
chief1734 said:
Also, when someone has a pocket knife laying close to them or on their person and or has a gun weapon I go into combat mode
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Something you need to get control over of course. It's good to know where it's coming from though - the past. Not the present. Hopefully it will help you feel calmer about it. It's not easy though. I know.
But, the thing to remember is you are safe now. That was then. This is now.
 
So I guess my question is, should I just push through and keep dealing with this, or should I get some help from one of my family members that knows about this type of thing, my uncle is very experienced in past life regression, hypnosis, energy work, Etc. He was trained by one of the best and has many years of experience at this point in time( 15+years)

Any opinions ideas or suggestions would be greatly appreciated,
Thanks
-Chief
 
Tanguerra
I completely agree, I did mix martial arts for 4 years whenever I turned 10, that helped greatly with discipline of my body and mind, but these ugly problems are really starting to take effect in me now. So it's very hard to control my bodily reactions like adrenaline sweating nervousness Etc, but I can control the urge to kill, so I do not endanger anyone that I am around even if I'm at my worst place,
Unless they mean my family or me harm, that's when things get dangerous for that person.
 
What do you feel you need? Do you trust your uncle? If so, that sounds ideal.

Do you feel you are handling it OK? Sounds like you get a bit jumpy sometimes. Maybe talking to someone old and wise, that you trust is a good idea? Doesn't have to be a lot of hocus pocus involved. Just talking often helps a lot on its own.
 
Is there something else bothering you causing you stress in the present life? That can often bring all kinds of upsetting memories to the surface too. I know it's not easy, but try not to get too wound up. Remind yourself that you are safe. Nobody means you harm ninety nine times out of a hundred.
 
What I feel like I need is for some of this crap to stop bugging me so actively, I honestly don't want to lose the memories or the abilities that I have so I don't want to retrain my brain to not have those abilities, I just want them to stop affecting me on such a conscious level subconscious would be ideal because I am a protector, that's just who I am, and if I can have the training and experience of three military men in two different services from my past lives that are most recent, then hey, I'll take it.

But yes, I do trust him very much, and we actually are probably going to speak to each other today over the phone if he's not busy
 
Yes, there is something causing me stress in this life, not hardly anyone knows about it, but I'm sure you could Google it, I have a nervous system problem, called CRPS or RSD, and I'm in a really bad flare-up right now because we just moved from Colorado back home to Texas after 9 months of being in Colorado. The only reason that I've come out about these things to anyone is because I know that I don't have more than about five years of life left in this time around, which yes is sad but I have come to accept because there's no denying it, so basically I'm doing this forum because I want to finally reach out to some people about it and I want to have something to reference when I make my book or books. This was the best place to start so I very much appreciate your input
Thank you very much all of you, but especially you tanguerra
Best regards
-chief
 
But yes, I do trust him very much, and we actually are probably going to speak to each other today over the phone if he's not busy
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That sounds like a good idea. Sometimes I have been very troubled by some horrible past life experiences. It will feel better after a while. You won't forget, but it will calm down. It's a bit like Harry Potter learning how to use his 'powers' eh? So they are not so overwhelming. Takes a bit of practice and some time.

You'll be OK.
 
Aye, ma'am!

Onemore thing
Do you have any advice on a person like me with low quality of life and looking at not a very long life either
 
I'm not afraid of death, I know where I'm going, death is just the transition. I just want to live is full of a life this time around as possible with the little time I have left
 
Enjoy something every day. Sunrises. Ice creams. Friends. Trees. Puppies ... life is full of special and beautiful things. Spend your time looking for them and appreciating them. That's a good way not to waste precious time. And remember.. you'll be back. So, that's good to know. Isn't it?
 
tanguerra said:
Enjoy something every day. Sunrises. Ice creams. Friends. Trees. Puppies ... life is full of special and beautiful things. Spend your time looking for them and appreciating them. That's a good way not to waste precious time. And remember.. you'll be back. So, that's good to know. Isn't it?
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Wow... thank you very much. I believe that is the best advice I've heard.ever.


I don't know your religious beliefs, so I'm not trying to offend anyone, but I have a positive spiritual 3rd party that tells me I spent much time on this Earth and I have the choice when I pass on this time, to not come back to this earth. Meaning I can go wherever I want to after this, so yes it is good to know this :)
 
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