I died on the USS Oklahoma in Pearl Harbor

[Melodyanne]

When I was born in 1975, we didn’t have anything close to programs like “Ghost Inside My Child,” where children get to share their memories. People weren’t as open-minded back then. But as I grew up, I would share these memories with only my closest friends.

My earliest memories were of drowning underwater. I was knocked unconscious and thrown overboard into the ocean. Except it was more shallow and warmer than the regular ocean. As I came to underwater, I could see bullets coming into the after from above as other sailors above me jumping ship, and trying to swim to safety. I tried to swim to the surface, but I had been shot, and something was either dragging me down or weighing me down. As I fight the urge to breathe, my eyes go blurry, and my brain starts to sting. Before everything went dark, I could make out the panic in other sailors' eyes above me as they also were shot or drowning at the same time. Then, like a long blink, a remember peacefully floating up to the surface. Looking into those same sailors' eyes, telling them it was going to be okay, and seeing others like me, peacefully floating upward at the same tme.

As a child, when I recalled these moments, I could also recall more details that I didn’t necessarily understand. I remember hearing a bomb go off, and hearing sirens with,” THIS IS NOT A DRILL,” coming over the loudspeaker. I ran to the surface of the ship when I saw the second plane coming in straight at us. I ran for the guns to try and get in a few shots. I saw the second torpedo drop and come at us while his guns were blazing straight at us. I knew we were still going to get hit but maybe I could help take the plane down anyway. Something wasn’t right. There was an issue with the artillery being locked away, and all I could do was duck behind the equipment. Then I could make a run for the amo. When the second torpedo hit, the ship was blown out of the water into the air, and I think I got hit in the head with something as I was knocked unconscious and thrown overboard.

This was all I thought I knew for most of my life until I started to do a little more investigating. As a child, I would sit in front of the mirror and study my face while feeling it with my hands. Getting used to the similarities and differences. I missed my old chin with a slight dimple. The girls loved it. My ears didn’t stick out this time around, and most importantly, I was glad I kept my same eyes. I also knew that January 28th was an important day. Magical you could say, because it was a special day for me from God, and I didn’t know why yet. Several years later, I would choose that as my wedding date as I wanted to memorialize that day.

These things may not seem like much, but when I started putting the pieces together, I was able to remember more, and then put more pieces together. I barely had to do anything other than investigate. First, I decided to figure out which ship I was on which was easy. I remembered exactly what the ships in front of me looked like and that the ship on my right was fine and stayed afloat. They attacked ours instead. I was on the USS Oklahoma. Once I heard it called the Okie, I was flooded with more memories. Many of them were puzzle pieces that I wasn’t sure how they fit together. Some of the songs that I was obsessed with learning as a child. Who was Martha that I cared about and looked after? Who was Rosie!

Next to figure out which job I had. This one took me several years. I was thinking logically when I had the answer all along. I ran on deck to fire the guns. I ran to the weapons. I was a fireman! With 429 that dies on the Oklahoma that day, I could now narrow it down to the fireman that died on that ship. I began looking through the records, pairing names, with faces, hoping something would stand out when I found myself looking right at myself. Yes, there were similarities, but it wasn’t that. It was like looking in the mirror, not like looking at someone similar to you.

The first name didn’t stand out, but the birthdate did. January 28th. There was also something familiar about the last name. Upon investigating further, I discover he went by his middle name Pat in which I shot up as if hearing someone say my name. Turns out I had a little sister names Martha and also one named Rose. No surprise to me. It’s a surprise, but it’s not. It’s more like experiencing time folding in on itself, and the two lives connect and also separate.

In this amazing pic I found, I would be dying at approximately the same moment it was taken. I was on the Oklahoma which is on the upper right of the pic. The oil spills are present, and the ship is starting to capsize. I think it was the second torpedo that blew the ship out of the water and knocked me out and over. It began capsizing when it came back down into the water. This would be the moment I went down and over.
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I'm not sure if I‘m done yet. I still want to go to Pearl Harbor, but now I also want to go to my grave in Texas as my remains were recovered from the Punchbowl and buried next to my mothers. I was born with a rare illness in this life that has affected pretty much everything I do. This illness typically only lasts for 7-12 years, but I have had it since birth, making it even rarer. I’m writing my memoir as I have lived an interesting life and will include this. However, I think I’ll give it a little time before proceeding further. It can be a lot to process. If the medical condition changes for the better, I might just let it/me rest.

 

[Emma66]

Welcome to the forum Melodyanne! I would say " Welcome aboard" . I'm very interested in your story. It reminds me of my own when I investigated my last past life, US Marine killed in Vietnam, the first time I saw my picture, the names, how I also want to go to my grave in New Jersey and to the Memorial The Wall, but not so easy because I live in France. I also have memories of Oahu as I was stationed in Kaneohe Bay before the deployment to Vietnam but it was several years after you.

 

[Ocean]

Hello Melodyanne!

Welcome to the forum!

That’s a very interesting story, thanks for sharing. It’s fascinating you have so many validations and you were able to find your PL identity.
It’s always these stories of PL memories starting in childhood and being confirmed later on that make me believe reincarnation must be real.

Did some PL related fears or traumas carry over to your current life? Like fear of water/drowning, fear of loud noises/explosions, for example?

 

[Cyrus]

When I was born in 1975, we didn’t have anything close to programs like “Ghost Inside My Child,” where children get to share their memories. People weren’t as open minded back then. But as I grew up, I would share these memories with only my closest of friends.

My earliest memories were of drowning underwater. I was knocked unconscious and thrown overboard into the ocean. Except it was more shallow and warmer than the regular ocean. As I came to underwater, I could see bullets coming into the after from above as other sailers above me jumping ship, and trying to swim to safety. I tried to swim to the surface, but I had been shot, and something was either dragging me down or weighing me down. As I fight the urge to breath, my eyes go blurry and my brain starts to sting. Before everything went dark, I could make out the panic in other sailors eyes above me as they also were shot or drowning at the same time. Then, like a long blink, a remember peacefully floating up to the surface. Looking in those same sailors eyes, telling them it was going to be okay, and also seeing others like me, peacefully floating upward.

As a child, when I recalled these moments, I could also recall more details that I didn’t necessarily understand. I remember hearing a bomb go off, and hearing sirens with,” THIS IS NOT A DRILL,” coming over the loudspeaker. I ran to the surface of the ship when I saw the second plane coming in straight at us. I ran for the guns to try and get in a few shots. I saw the second torpedo drop and come at us while his guns were blazing straight on us. I knew we were still going to get hit but maybe I could help take the plane down anyway. Something wasn’t right. There was an issue with the artillery being locked away, and all I could do was duck behind the equipment. Then I could make a run for the amo. When the second torpedo hit, the ship was blown out of the water into the air, and I think I got hit in the head with something as I was knocked unconscious and thrown overboard.

This was all I thought I knew for most of my life until I started to do a little more investigating. As a child, I would sit in front of the mirror and study my face while feeling it with my hands. Getting used to the similarities and differences. I missed my old chin with a slight dimple. The girls loved it. My ears didn’t stick out this time around, and most importantly, I was glad I kept my same eyes. I also knew that January 28th was an important day. Magical you could say, because it was a special day for me from God, and I didn’t know why yet. Several years later, I would choose that as my wedding date as I wanted to memorialize that day.

These things may not seem like much, but when I started putting the pieces together, I was able to remember more, and then put more pieces together. I barely had to do anything other than investigate. First, I decided to figure out which ship I was on which was easy. I remembered exactly what the ships in front of me looked like, and that the ship on my right was fine and stayed afloat. They attacked ours instead. I was on the USS Oklahoma. Once I heard it called the Okie, I was flooded with more memories. Many of them puzzle pieces that I wasn’t sure how they fit together. Some of them songs that I was obsessed with learning as a child. Who was Martha that I cared about and looked after? Who was Rosie!

Next to figure out which job I had. This one took me several years. I was thinking logically when I had the answer all along. I ran on deck to fire the guns. I ran to the weapons. I was a fireman! With 429 that dies on the Oklahoma that day, I could now narrow it down to the fireman that died on that ship. I began looking through the records, pairing names, with faces, hoping something would stand out, when I found myself looking right at myself. Yes, there were similarities, but it wasn’t that. It was like looking in the mirror, not like looking at someone similar to you.

The first name didn’t stand out, but the birthdate did. January 28th. There was also something familiar about the last name. Upon investigating further, I discover he went by his middle name Pat in which I shot up as if hearing someone say my name. Turns out I had a little sister names Martha and also one named Rose. No surprise to me. It’s a surprise but it’s not. It’s more like experiencing time folding in on itself and the two lives connect and also separate.

Im not sure if I‘m done yet. I still want to go to Pearl Harbor, but now I also want to go to my grave in Texas as my remains were recovered from the Punchbowl and buried next to my mothers. I was born with a rare illness in this life that has affected pretty much everything I do. This illness typically only last for 7-12 years but I have had it since birth, making it even more rare. I’m writing my memoir as I have lived an interesting life and will definitely include this. However, I think I’ll give it a little time before proceeding further. It can be a lot to process. If the medical condition changes for the better, I might just let it rest.

Hi, Melodyanne:

First of all - thank you for sharing.

Just a couple of questions:

How have all these so detailed memories of yours been obtained: by means of regressions, déjà-vus, or something else?

Have you had in this life some phobias, say to the water?

I had been drowned almost exactly a year before you died, during a similar British attack on Taranto (South Italy).

I know from history that the Japanese went to Taranto soon after that attack and that Mussolini took great pains to make them learn everything they wanted to know, the knowledge they surely used one year later in Pearl Harbour.

IMHO.

Best Regards.

 

[SeekerOfKnowledge]

A warm welcome to you, Melodyanne!

Interesting story, thanks for sharing. Can't have been easy with no internet when you had these memories. Must have been important for you to be able to validate so much of it.

I wonder if you panicked when you got water into your mouth or nose as a small kid, like when you got your hair washed in the bathtub or something. Or if you couldn't stand having your head under water (some kids like diving in the swimming pool, others not so much).
People often have fear of what caused their death.

All the best for you!

 

[Melodyanne]

Hello Melodyanne!

Welcome to the forum!

That’s a very interesting story, thanks for sharing. It’s fascinating you have so many validations and you were able to find your PL identity.
It’s always these stories of PL memories starting in childhood and being confirmed later on that make me believe reincarnation must be real.

Did some PL related fears or traumas carry over to your current life? Like fear of water/drowning, fear of loud noises/explosions, for example?

Actually yes, I had issues with swimming growing up. Water always gets up my nose and we can't figure out why. I've also had a fear of drowning ever since I was young. In highschool someone told me that Satan controlled the water and I actually believed them for a while, just because my fear of the water was so intense at times. I've always thought of it as a peaceful death, but still had adverse reactions to swimming.

 

[Cyrus]

Actually yes, I had issues with swimming growing up. Water always gets up my nose and we can't figure out why. I've also had a fear of drowning ever since I was young. In highschool someone told me that Satan controlled the water and I actually believed them for a while, just because my fear of the water was so intense at times. I've always thought of it as a peaceful death, but still had adverse reactions to swimming.

Well, I never had anything like this in this life. In fact I'm not a bad swimmer and I always liked sea in this life.
I guess I fainted just before the water began entering into my nostrils and mouth.

And, what about regressions and déjà-vus? Have you had any?
I had plenty, but I could never achieve such a level of detail in my memories, that's what makes me quite envious.

Very best.

 

[Melodyanne]

Hi, Melodyanne:

First of all - thank you for sharing.

Just a couple of questions:

How have all these so detailed memories of yours been obtained: by means of regressions, déjà-vus, or something else?

Have you had in this life some phobias, say to the water?

I had been drowned almost exactly a year before you died, during a similar British attack on Taranto (South Italy).

I know from history that the Japanese went to Taranto soon after that attack and that Mussolini took great pains to make them learn everything they wanted to know, the knowledge they surely used one year later in Pearl Harbour.

IMHO.

Best Regards.

I've had these memories ever since birth. No regression was needed for any of them. Instead, I stopped sharing them with people because they wouldn't listen and thought I had a great imagination for a child. I also have memories between lives, but once I was back on Earth, it was like I went from my last body right into a baby's. Once on Earth, it's like the time between bodies doesn't exist.

I did have issues with water and swimming. Big fear of swimming and for reasons we've not figured out, I have difficulty keeping water from going up my nose when underwater.

Hearing of others with WWII memories that are similar help with processing and acceptance of previous events.

 

[Melodyanne]

Well, I never had anything like this in this life. In fact I'm not a bad swimmer and I always liked sea in this life.
I guess I fainted just before the water began entering into my nostrils and mouth.

And, what about regressions and déjà-vus? Have you had any?
I had plenty, but I could never achieve such a level of detail in my memories, that's what makes me quite envious.

Very best.

It's funny because part of me blocked out the memory of the water stinging my brain during the drowning part. I was unconscious mostly until that point. Even though I might have some swimming issues from time to time. Nothing relaxes me more than being in water. Never had any regressions but Deja Vu is a regular thing in my life.

 

[Melodyanne]

A warm welcome to you, Melodyanne!

Interesting story, thanks for sharing. Can't have been easy with no internet when you had these memories. Must have been important for you to be able to validate so much of it.

I wonder if you panicked when you got water into your mouth or nose as a small kid, like when you got your hair washed in the bathtub or something. Or if you couldn't stand having your head under water (some kids like diving in the swimming pool, others not so much).
People often have fear of what caused their death.

All the best for you!

I'm still surprised that we can validate so many of these experiences these days. Some stories that I think would be impossible to investigate are now possible with the internet. It mostly added to the trauma of nobody believing or listening to me as a child. However, working through those issues makes me a responsible adult.

I've always had a problem with water getting up my nose when underwater. I choke easily too. I can hold my breath and breath out underwater, but water always gets up my nose. Diving was a big issue. I've never been able to dive without choking afterward. Something about how the water gets into my head. However, I love being in the water. Nothing relaxes me more. However, I don't like being forced to swim when I don't want to.

I was born with a rare illness of Kleine-Levine Syndrome, or Sleeping Beauty disorder. It is a disorder of the Thalamus of the brain that should only have existed for 7-12 years. It is the part of the brain I felt the water sting when I left my last body. I also have a rare form of recurrent meningitis encephalitis that occurs 1-3 times yearly. I'm curious if I will start seeing some changes with the medical condition. We shall see.

 

[Melodyanne]

Welcome to the forum Melodyanne! I would say " Welcome aboard" . I'm very interested in your story. It reminds me of my own when I investigated my last past life, US Marine killed in Vietnam, the first time I saw my picture, the names, how I also want to go to my grave in New Jersey and to the Memorial The Wall, but not so easy because I live in France. I also have memories of Oahu as I was stationed in Kaneohe Bay before the deployment to Vietnam but it was several years after you.

If I go to New Jersey I will take a picture for you. I would love to visit Hawaii with others who have similar memories. I still want to go to Hawaii, but I feel weird going by myself. Part of me wants to be with and meet others with similar memories.

 

[Spiegel]

Hello Melodyanne!
Welcome to the forum. It's nice to hear your story.

I drowned in a past life too and also have a fear of water. I don't recall the sting of water but do remember seeing the water close over my head (I was caught in a river undercurrent) and breathing in a lot of water. Swimming pools and bathtubs are alright, but natural bodies of water (eg beach, river) make me nervous. I would be fine at first, laughing and playing with my friends, but then out of the blue the terror strikes and I have to get out of the water asap no matter how shallow.

 

[Cyrus]

If I go to New Jersey I will take a picture for you. I would love to visit Hawaii with others who have similar memories. I still want to go to Hawaii, but I feel weird going by myself. Part of me wants to be with and meet others with similar memories.

Take care.

I went to Taranto the 1st time by chance, as a mere tourist, staying in a suburb, and I almost went mad from all the déjà-vus that suddenly attacked me there. I could hardly walk, I had to rest so often because I wept all the time. Just to see again all those streets, the buildings, aquares - though changed with time - I had a feeling of having just returned after a long long absence to a place where I had passed so many a delightful hour being on leaves with other fellow-sailors...

 

[Melodyanne]

That's how I've felt the last couple of months of investigating. It's so strong that it doesn't even feel like Deja Vu, but feels more like its own feeling. It's a bit overwhelming. Honestly, until the last couple of months, I didn't think I could even recall enough to come even close to discovering my identity. I didn't get any new information, but instead lots of these Deja Vu overwhelming feelings that would tell me I'm on the right track. It is almost like time and space want to line up to help. With over 2400 people dying that day, I didn't think I had enough information to figure it out. However, I had the answers all along that I needed.

For a couple of years, I tried to figure out my occupation. If I could figure out my occupation, I could start narrowing it down. When that didn't work, I started drawing pictures of what the ships looked like in front of me and to my side. The drawing technique is ridiculously helpful. We might not think to do it as adults, but it helped me remember more details. With barely any research I discovered the USS Oklahoma. Once I heard it referred to as the "Okie," I was flooded with Deja Vu's like when you mentioned going to Taranto.

That narrowed my search down from 2400 to 429. Back to figuring out the occupation again. This time, I decided to try something different. In the past, I looked at occupations that relate to my current personality. This time, I decided to go back to the original memories to figure out my occupation. Whatever I was doing, or wherever I was running to, was probably where I was stationed, and hence my job or position. In my memories, I ran up to the deck and then to the weapons. I tried to convince myself that I couldn't have been in charge of weapons because that was just a natural defense. Anyone would have done it. And then I realized that you don't touch other people's weapons without permission. If it weren't my job, I would not have run to the guns. I would have run to the place I was trained to go to. I learned that this was called a fireman. I was a fireman on the USS Oklahoma.

After that, I began looking through pictures of firemen on the Okie. Many did not have pics, but most did. I recognized myself right away, but kept scrolling and looking at the pictures in case something struck me as more similar. Needless to say I came back to the pic of myself pretty quickly, as I knew my eyes, but didn't recognize my name. After a little more research, I found out that I went by my middle name, shortened. That made me recall even more memories. I was also always attracted to the date of January 28th and didn't know why. I even made it my wedding day. Turns out, it was my birthday in that life.

Anyway, the point is that things will one up for you when your or the right track, and when you get those Deja Vu heavy moments, remember back to the thoughts, feelings, and memories that you do have. The two experiences combined might pop up some new memories or thoughts.

 

[Melodyanne]

Hello Melodyanne!
Welcome to the forum. It's nice to hear your story.

I drowned in a past life too and also have a fear of water. I don't recall the sting of water but do remember seeing the water close over my head (I was caught in a river undercurrent) and breathing in a lot of water. Swimming pools and bathtubs are alright, but natural bodies of water (eg beach, river) make me nervous. I would be fine at first, laughing and playing with my friends, but then out of the blue the terror strikes and I have to get out of the water asap no matter how shallow.

I feel the same about bathtubs and small bodies of water... great! I am not interested in paragliding, independent sailing, etc. I'm fine on the shoar not venturing out too far. It's not fear as much as a lack of interest. Which is weird because I am interested in most things. When I was younger, it was more of a fear.

 

[Emma66]

If I go to New Jersey I will take a picture for you. I would love to visit Hawaii with others who have similar memories. I still want to go to Hawaii, but I feel weird going by myself. Part of me wants to be with and meet others with similar memories.

Thank you very much, I already have a picture of the church and the small cemetery near the shore of South Jersey,a very nice place. I would love to go to Hawaii, I feel connected to the place, not the shore but the inland. I'm sure my last past self felt the same while he was training , kind of déjà-vu without figuring out why but sure because of an older past life on the Pacific island of Ua Pou , similar landscape.
The good point is that now you have access to numerous archives on the internet. I spent hours reading census, USMC archives about my unit and it helps for validation. As if I was suffering from partial amnesia I needed to remember what was going on between memories. My first memories were about the war, about the traumatic events, how I was wounded and I think I am still waiting for the medevac helicopter. Then I had few memories of my childhood. Do you remember your childhood?
I feel better about this life and those memories now that I know, but I have also memories of other PL to deal with...
I have health issues and I don't know if It is PL related.

 

[Melodyanne]

I didn't recall any of my childhood until the last couple of weeks after the validation of my identity. It explained so many things, such as why I was obsessed with learning to read before I was in kindergarten. My last family loved me dearly and invested in my education. Its been super helpful in my healing journey as I can finally remember having loving parents, and a great relationship with my Pa. He was a good dad, and I don't have any memories like that in this life. Recalling those memories, strangely helped me let go of some of the traumatic events with my family in this life.

Your story intrigues me. I also was born with health issues and a couple of rare illnesses. During my discovery and research phase, I took time to re-experience my death, and see how it could relate to the health disorder. I remember the intense stinging in the middle of my brain when I was drowning, where the medical condition is centered. Then I take the time to tell myself that it was my last body, not this one that it happened to. Something is different, but at the same time, it's too soon to make any judgments. I do know that things are changing though. But to what I have no idea yet.

I feel drawn to the part of your story about waiting for the medivac. Also, the amnesia part as I blacked out near my end and woke shortly before dying. It was confusing. I find myself asking what was going through your mind while you were waiting to be rescued. Have you made any connections between your health conditions the previous injuries or experiences yet?

 

[Melodyanne]

Hello Melodyanne!
Welcome to the forum. It's nice to hear your story.

I drowned in a past life too and also have a fear of water. I don't recall the sting of water but do remember seeing the water close over my head (I was caught in a river undercurrent) and breathing in a lot of water. Swimming pools and bathtubs are alright, but natural bodies of water (eg beach, river) make me nervous. I would be fine at first, laughing and playing with my friends, but then out of the blue the terror strikes and I have to get out of the water asap no matter how shallow.

Hi Spiegel,

I never really considered any fear of water issues until people here asked me. Now I'm starting to realize it has been there my whole life. I've always wanted to go on a cruise but did not want to go as I thought the ship would sink. It was fear but it felt more like a premonition. Now I know it is neither. I'm okay going out into the water, as long as I can see the land.

I think my fear of water is a little different. I had something dragging me down preventing me from swimming to the surface. I was also shot and injured, but because I went unconscious, I don't recall all the injuries before dying. Fortunately, because the strongest memory was a peaceful one of me floating up out of the water (after dying), having water over my head or eyes doesn't scare me but relaxes me. However, ships, oceans, and tsunamis are what could freak me out. Standing on the edge of the ocean can be relaxing, but it can also stress me out, as I anticipate something deadly. Also, I cannot tolerate any roughhousing in the water. Splashing and playing with balls, yes, but dunking people is a serious crime in my emotional mind.

 

[melon04]

Hi Spiegel,

I never really considered any fear of water issues until people here asked me. Now I'm starting to realize it has been there my whole life. I've always wanted to go on a cruise but did not want to go as I thought the ship would sink. It was fear but it felt more like a premonition. Now I know it is neither. I'm okay going out into the water, as long as I can see the land.

I think my fear of water is a little different. I had something dragging me down preventing me from swimming to the surface. I was also shot and injured, but because I went unconscious, I don't recall all the injuries before dying. Fortunately, because the strongest memory was a peaceful one of me floating up out of the water (after dying), having water over my head or eyes doesn't scare me but relaxes me. However, ships, oceans, and tsunamis are what could freak me out. Standing on the edge of the ocean can be relaxing, but it can also stress me out, as I anticipate something deadly. Also, I cannot tolerate any roughhousing in the water. Splashing and playing with balls, yes, but dunking people is a serious crime in my emotional mind.

This reminds me of the fact that I have always been scared of deep water, even as a little kid. "Deep water" as in anything that I can't put my feet on. Now I wonder if I drowned and died in a past life.

 

[Emma66]

Your story intrigues me. I also was born with health issues and a couple of rare illnesses.

I feel drawn to the part of your story about waiting for the medivac. Also, the amnesia part as I blacked out near my end and woke shortly before dying. It was confusing. I find myself asking what was going through your mind while you were waiting to be rescued. Have you made any connections between your health conditions the previous injuries or experiences yet?

Since my childhood I have always been attracted to helicopters and still now when I hear one I need to go out, search the sky, identify the "bird" , does it fly to my direction or not . I was disappointed when it disappeared and didn't know why. After a NDE I felt attracted to the USA, the Vietnam war but I was first saying as a joke that I had a PL and died in Vietnam. I really wanted to take flying lessons, for the first flight the pilot flew down close the trees. I was not scared at all but I was sure it was not the first time.
I went to the USA for an internship and was feeling at home, then almost crying when I had to leave at the airport. (But I also remember now the day at the airport when I left for Vietnam.)
Last year I tried a past life regression and had details about my last day and even a name. I could check and validate a lot of details with the Marines archives about the operation. Wounded in the middle of the afternoon and evacuated only in late evening due to thunderstorm and under heavy fire from the enemy but I don't remember waiting. I only remember after the evacuation being under a tent, it was dark and I couldn't move or speak. I heard voices:" hey it's gonna be Ok, son, we are taking care of you." "Stay with us, stay with us " and someone was holding my right hand.
I don't remember how I got there but I remember dying in a modern hospital with a lot of light, couldn't move or speak.

When I was hit by the bullet I felt like I was burning at that point. I have often felt a violent pain on this side. it's such a specific point that I could put my finger on it. I can say I feel better now, for the moment no more pain .
After the PL regression I had spontaneous memories or triggered by pictures, dreams as if a door was open to this life. But curiously I have only memories of my childhood under 7, 8 and then after I told my family I was going to join the Marines corps. I worked a lot to validate memories to understand what I had been through in this life and I feel better now . Better with this recent past life but I have also memories of other lives now and one in particular is in my mind for the moment .
I don't know if my other health issues , pains, insomnia are PL related maybe working on the subject will improve my health.