Hi everyone, I’m new on this forum. I decided to join you because I would like to share my past life experience with you. First of all, I apologize in advance for my mistakes in English because I’m still learning the language. I was raised in the South of France in an atheist family; I’m currently 22 years old. Since my early childhood, (around 4-5y) I make terrible nightmares about World War I. My research and feelings Throughout the years, I’ve noticed that those nightmares always come back in a period of emotional stress. For instance, when I am about to enter a new school, passing my exams or starting a summer job. At the beginning, I thought they were just dreams even if I saw that they felt different. But this year, around June/July, the bad dreams became more frequent and violent. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I searched on the net how to get rid of those. This is how I found that some nightmares are actually past lives memories. I documented myself on Carol Bowman’s work, Ian Stevenson’s, Jim Tucker’s. I decided to give it a chance and be open minded. Fighting my atheist beliefs, I went on ww1 and genealogy websites to check if my visions had any historical accuracy. Sceptically, I tried to enter the name I had in mind. The name of the person I was, and…shock! It corresponds to a real person! I managed to download the military ID card of the soldier. The memories I had wrote down on a notebook before searching got validated. At first I thought it was pure hazard. But I know I realize that I wrote too many details for that to happen. My family has no direct past with ww1 and since these nightmares happen since early childhood…I try to find other explanation than reincarnation but I find none, knowing that I’ve never watch TV a lot and didn’t have any internet before the age of 11. Summary of my past life I took a notebook and wrote down all the details I had in mind: My uniform, numbers of regimental troops, details about weaponry and vehicles, names of people, places, dates…For example I know I died between the end of September and the beginning of October 1915, in a village whose name begins by St, in the Marne. I’m not going to write all the details because it would be way too long but now I find myself with a notebook of pages black with notes. Physical description Firstly, I have to say that I am a black young woman in this life. So, finding myself in the body of a white young guy (18-25y) was something I wasn’t prepared to. I was about 1m70 or 5’7’’, so pretty tall for a 20th century man. I was blonde haired blue eyed. Trenches and battlefield A lot of my visions happen in the trenches. I won’t detail them because it’s too violent but each time it’s like if I was brought back there. The mud, the rats, the sound of the artillery, and the unbearable fear of dying at each instant. I see myself killing German soldiers with my rifle while some of my friends fall like flies around me. I remember certain names and I found possible match thanks to the 14-18 historical database of France. The military barracks For years, I’ve been obsessed with a place that I drew on a paper. I didn’t have any idea of what this place could be before I went on 14-18 websites and watched photos about military barracks. I found the exact area I had in mind: it is the barrack of the of the 117th infantry regiment in Le Mans, France. The soldier who matches my memories belonged to the 117th infantry regiment. I was shook when I discovered it. My death I am with my regimental troop, with my friends Frédéric and Alphonse. We walk in a ruined and deserted village, whose the name begins by St-; near a church. Suddenly, I hear the sound of a German plane. It’s a monoplane, with a dark cross on it. They found us. Hiding among the ruins, we have to fight the enemy with our rifles. Frédéric got shot before me. I run but it’s too late. I got shot too. I die before my body even touch the ground. My family I remember my family and I were farmers in the countryside of France, near the mountain. The first person I remember is my sister. I still tear up when I think about her. Then, my mother’s name came back naturally to me: “Marie”. My father and brothers came next. Thanks to the military ID cards, I managed to validate the physical descriptions of my brothers. Final thoughts and connection with my actual life I still cry a lot thinking about all of this. I don’t know what to do now. I didn’t expect my memories to match the life of an actual soldier. It’s like if a part of me was stuck there, in the war, unable to move on. I miss my family, I miss my best friend Frédéric (I managed to find his military ID card too), I miss the village where I used to live. Do you think a visit to this village could help me to let go? However, it helped me to understand some things about the person I am today. My resentment towards the military and even France like if they were responsible for the two years of horror I went through. Since childhood, I’ve always been a tomboy, preferring weapons (and especially rifles) over dolls. And finally, I am going through health problems that manifest as troubles on the digestive system and pain in the upper back, where I got shot in my dreams. I started last year, at 21 years old, the same age of the found soldier when he died. What do you think about it ? Plus, the whole thing is even harder when you evolve in a family of atheists. I haven’t tried to talk to them yet. I know they’ll make fun of me because they won’t understand. It is still difficult for me. I’m hanging between moments of belief and scepticism. Please, could you tell me how you managed to heal your own past life and let go, because I can’t keep going on like this forever. Thank you for having read my story. I hope I didn’t annoy too much. On the opposite, if you’re interested, I am ready to share more specific details about it with you.