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Quite a memory to relive, most PL memories have strong emotions attached to them, that's usually a good filter to seperate junk from real

And you disclose what you want, when you want, if you want to share who you think you were in that life that's fine, if you don't, that's fine too
Glad you survived atleast that fight
 
Possibly a civilian in WWII France. I do not believe that it was Paris, but maybe southern France. A waitress, in a cafe, where soldiers frequented. Both sides, I think. It could be Paris, though, with it being both sides... just down a side-street, away from the hubbub and noise...

I'm still digging, and researching.
 
I think it is interesting how many people remember WW2 lives. I guess because it was such a large war and fairly recent?

My 12 year old was talking about how he wouldn’t want to be in a tank, because it would blow up if it were hit. My six year old looked at him nonchalantly and told him: “No, you’d just burn.” Then he walked off. I told my oldest his little brother was right. That was a bit jarring to hear from a little kid in such a matter of fact way.
 
Keep a log with your memories, thoughts etc, it's what most of us do.....and keep pen and paper at hand for your kid, there might be more that he's going to share and the fact that he's now 6 could be that he'll be remembering more instead of less, I made ofhanded comments about wars since I was 5 and have memories since atleast that age
 
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
I have one life I remember more vividly than any other.
I was a Thracian and I fought against the Persians around 500 BC.
I lost my wife and son and was enslaved and went on to fight for the Persians
I have recollections of the actual fighting and as a child I used to sleepwalk into scenes and then be woken up by my parents mid fight.
 
Hello people.
I do apologize for my absence.
As most you who have followed my messages in the past know, I have fought in almost every major war involving the USA for the past 150 years or so.Civil war WW1,WW2,Vietnam, and the desert operations. Due to this I have been having major PTSD problems. Due to these problems I have been wary of coming here and speaking because it just reminds me further of my time in the hell of warfare.

But I do feel an obligation to visit and post here whenever I can.
I'm glad to see all of you are sharing and helping each other

Thanks,
-chief
 
That's totally understandable, chief.
Was absent a little longer myself, albeit for different reasons.
Such things happen, most of us might take a longer break from here sooner or later.
At least you have returned. Glad to have you back.
 
I recently had a brief memory of me being a soldier in the past and losing my right leg after an explosion.
Since I began exploring spirituality, every time I heard the words gain, change, challenges, out of comfort zone and things like that, I got that fear that there will be a huge cost of all that and it would be losing my leg or/and eyesight.

Only recently (when I had that flash memory) things became more clear on why I had these obsessive and uncommon fears holding me back.

Just a few minutes ago I decided to face my fears in the best way I can and I searched for an organisation for dismembered people so I can volunteer, and to my surprise this facility is for dismembered AND blind people alike.
 
Just a few minutes ago I decided to face my fears in the best way I can and I searched for an organisation for dismembered people so I can volunteer, and to my surprise this facility is for dismembered AND blind people alike.

That’s so neat you decided to face your fears. Feels good when we can do it doesn’t it? :)

My war story is that hopefully in the next year or so, I will visit Theresienstadt Ghetto where I was imprisoned after I was denounced as a Jew in Prague. But until then, I am preparing myself by visiting other related Holocaust museums in Australia first..

Eva x
 
That’s so neat you decided to face your fears. Feels good when we can do it doesn’t it? :)

My war story is that hopefully in the next year or so, I will visit Theresienstadt Ghetto where I was imprisoned after I was denounced as a Jew in Prague. But until then, I am preparing myself by visiting other related Holocaust museums in Australia first..

Eva x
Wow Holocaust museum!
That could be difficult to face too, but also good thing to face your fears too.
Congratulations! All these things happened to Jews, Greeks etc were so so horrible.
I pray their souls have rest now and those who reincarnated to have better life than the one they imagined!
 
Wow Holocaust museum!
That could be difficult to face too, but also good thing to face your fears too.
Congratulations! All these things happened to Jews, Greeks etc were so so horrible.
I pray their souls have rest now and those who reincarnated to have better life than the one they imagined!

It is difficult to face because both parts of me were heavily involved in the Holocaust. But yes, I need to face a lot of fears regarding this.

Thanks for the congratulations :) some souls are still in the camps and ghettoes still fighting. They do not know how to stop fighting. I am still learning how to stop fighting even though I reincarnated. I still “feel” trapped in the bounds of Third Reich Germany of not being able to trust people or even the Polizei (that’s a long war story I’m not prepared to share :oops: )

How are you getting on with facing your fears? :)

Eva x
 
It is difficult to face because both parts of me were heavily involved in the Holocaust. But yes, I need to face a lot of fears regarding this.

Thanks for the congratulations :) some souls are still in the camps and ghettoes still fighting. They do not know how to stop fighting. I am still learning how to stop fighting even though I reincarnated. I still “feel” trapped in the bounds of Third Reich Germany of not being able to trust people or even the Polizei (that’s a long war story I’m not prepared to share :oops: )

How are you getting on with facing your fears? :)

Eva x
I see.
I can suggest a method I believe it could help with any issue a person may have.
It is called Theta Healing.

I am also sending you a link from a Reiki channel I believe it really works.


Take a look if you like.


I hope this doesn't count as advertising.
 
This has been a dream that I had a long time ago. I was either in Germany or Poland, in the middle of world world 2 I was on the German side I was a German soldier. It was a group of me and three other men we were sweeping ground. Also otherwise known as foot soldiers we were going upstairs in an abandoned building, I was the last one to go up the stairs and suddenly I was shot in the head by a sniper I heard the bullet penetrate my helmet and I fell backwards down the stairs. My helmet flew off and as I was falling backwards I saw the dark gray sky as I hit the ground I heard the gravel and rocks crush underneath me. The guys I was wish looked back and then I woke up.
 
HELLO GUYS!!
Its been a while since I created this thread
It does an old soldier good to see so many here.
Please dont hesitate to contact me if you have questions
I have been in many wars, but I specialize in anything
Holy crusade
Ww1
Ww2
Vietnam
Desert storm/fox/shield
 
I have hardly any memories at all, but from my strong feelings I know that I was on the German side in WW2. Such things one just definitly know, I think. So I dont doupt wich side I was on in the war. I've always known "that atmosphere" of the war. I never had to learn in history classes in school what the WW2 was like in Germany. I just knew that spirit.

And when, as a child and youth, I met with people and souls who had been hostile to the germans in the war, I always knew imediatly. Therefor I had another attitude with such people; I was never very friendly to them. (And they were not friendly to me either.) But later, as an adult, I have laid this attitude off myself. As I dont want the war to still deside who I can make friends with. But despite of that, the war continues to have an impact on me and all my relationships anyway - in ways that are more intricate. Like if I meet people who I somehow find very unsympathic, its like it somehow still have to do with the war and me being "a German". It sometimes still feels like I dont want to be offended for my "germaness" - even now in this life as a non ethnic German.
 
I've always had a strong interest in finding out everything I can about WW2. Any book about WW2, fact or fiction, immediately draws me in. I don't have specific memories, but somehow I feel that I was a British soldier, probably a runner, who died during the war. This is almost always accompanied by strong emotions of sorrow and an overwhelming feeling of loss as if I lost almost everyone I loved to the War. I have felt a strong connection with London too and always wanted to visit, and the 1940s is my favorite time period (Iwas born in 1973, a female, in India). I think it may have been a carryover from the past that I have always shied away from forming intimate relationships due to the fear of losing the people concerned. Most of my relationships so far have been pretty on the surface and I have held myself back and never given myself over completely which i feel sure is an effect of that immediate past life. I do feel that on some level I need healing from the traumas faced in that life. However, the interesting thing is that ever since I started getting deeper into yoga and meditation (I've had feelings of being a Buddhist monk too in other lifetimes), the sad emotions attached to the WW2 life and the near obsession with it are gradually fading and are not nearly quite as troublesome as before. Even though writing about it here I can still feel those emotions rising up to the surface.I'm pretty sure that I've experienced wars in other lifetimes as well but the WW2 life being the most recent, its impact is greater. I have a birthmark on my hip which I feel has something to do with how I died in that lifetime, and interestingly, my favourite niece has one too in the same place. We are very close and feel more like sisters rather than aunt and niece. I do feel we were connected in that lifetime, either as close buddies or brothers.

And I have a strong aversion to Germany, and all things German.
 
Hi seeress_2019, did you perhaps have a prior membership here as catwomaniya in the past? There is something familiar, maybe just both of you being from India.
 
And I have a strong aversion to Germany, and all things German.
Can I ask if this aversion of yours to Germany and German things, also is against Germany as it is today? Because Germany today is completely changed, compared to the time before 1945. This means like totally changed; the culture, the society, the language (or at least the way they speak it), the people, the mentality. Basically everything. When I go to Germany today, and travel around there (I'm an old German soul), the only things I would say I recognise there, that are somehow familiar to me, is the landscapes on the countryside, some old buildings (the typical medieval style houses), some of the facial features on people and some of the sounds in the way they speak the language. Thats all what is still simular to the "old Germany".
 
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I'm a Hildabolt/Hillabold quarter descendant with a French quarter added, don't know if those names resonate with anyone's memories of Germany - just curious. Not a war story.
 
I'm a Hildabolt/Hillabold quarter descendant with a French quarter added, don't know if those names resonate with anyone's memories of Germany - just curious. Not a war story.
I cant definitly say that name rings any bells with me. But the female name Hilda perhaps gives me some vague assosiations. Used to be a quite common name in Germany previously.

So where did the Hildabolts ascend from, and what was their profession?
 
Hello. My name's Alex. I've posted on here before, but I'd like to add my story to this thread. I was born in Georgia in the late 1940s and lived with my father who was a combat medic in WWII (I lived only with my father because I think my mother died giving birth to me). I was very talented at playing the guitar and was a generally happy-go-lucky kid. I graduated sometime in the 1960s and wanted to serve my country like my dad and signed up for he Air Force against my father's wishes. I was a Supersabre pilot but didn't see much action. I was stationed at Da Bang Air Base and most of the time I hung out around base playing music and reading most of the day. I distinctly remember taking requests for songs in the mess hall at dinner every night, and it's one of my fondest and happiest memories of Vietnam. It all came to a close when I was called up for a bombing run one day (I'm guessing over North Vietnam). I was crusing low and fast over the jungle canopy and all of a sudden there was an explosion at the tail of my aircraft (probably got hit by a SAM). I lost control and crashed before I even had a chance to eject. Thankfully, I feel that I died on impact
 
Did you manage to track down the identity of the pilot?

Hello. My name's Alex. I've posted on here before, but I'd like to add my story to this thread. I was born in Georgia in the late 1940s and lived with my father who was a combat medic in WWII (I lived only with my father because I think my mother died giving birth to me). I was very talented at playing the guitar and was a generally happy-go-lucky kid. I graduated sometime in the 1960s and wanted to serve my country like my dad and signed up for he Air Force against my father's wishes. I was a Supersabre pilot but didn't see much action. I was stationed at Da Bang Air Base and most of the time I hung out around base playing music and reading most of the day. I distinctly remember taking requests for songs in the mess hall at dinner every night, and it's one of my fondest and happiest memories of Vietnam. It all came to a close when I was called up for a bombing run one day (I'm guessing over North Vietnam). I was crusing low and fast over the jungle canopy and all of a sudden there was an explosion at the tail of my aircraft (probably got hit by a SAM). I lost control and crashed before I even had a chance to eject. Thankfully, I feel that I died on impact
 
just gonna jump in here... when I searched for my past life self I found through newspaper, ancestry.com, Ancestry offers a free period of I think it was 2 weeks or so. If it could help you, I mean ?

/Jaimie
 
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