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dedil453

World War II Memories
This is fairly new to me. Though, I can't think of any other logical explanation for the snapshots in my mind. As far back as I could remember, I have been obsessed with World War II aircraft. At the age of eight I could name off 85% - 90% of the aircraft used in WWII. I would read adult books regarding WWII and at the time my favorite book was a book showing WWII noseart. I would fly WWII flight simulators as a kid and spend hours in front of the pc flying missions. All of this while a Nintendo sat unplayed within the living room. During this time there was one special plane that held a special place in my heart, the mighty B-17 Flying Fortress. As I grew older, I found I had a strong liking towards 40's swing and jazz music, though I repressed it because it wasn't cool. In college I dated a girl for two years who had a family member who was assigned with The Mighty Eighth in England and worked on B-17's. The first time we met he took me into his den and there were WWII models hanging from the ceiling. We spent close to three hours straight in the den talking about The Mighty Eighth. At one time he even asked me how someone from my generation would have so much information regarding the Eighth. It blew him away that I was able to give flight characteristics of specific planes. During this time I also began embracing the 40's era music. It was during this time that I found an odd memory/vision....while listening to Glenn Miller's, "Moonlight Serenade" I had a vision of myself dressed in an Army Aircorps dress uniform, dancing with a brunette in a teal or blue dress. The lights were dim and it seemed that this was some type of USO event, as there were other officers and airmen dancing with women as well. The memory has a strong desire to never let this woman go from my embrace as the song continues. Such a strong desire to pull myself into this woman and never let her go....I don't want to go, I don't want the dance to end, I don't want to leave. Though I am being very stoic and not letting her know that I fear this might end. It's such a strong memory that for a split second I can smell her strong perfume mixed with the cigarette smoke within the ball. The memory is really a brief snapshot and lasts for about half a second, but its seems so real and its always the same memory. Us dancing cheek to cheek, my nose inches from her brunette hair, taking in the smell of her hair, perfume, and cigarette smoke....all the while turning clockwise as we dance, and listening to Glenn Miller's, "Moonlight Serenade". Its almost breathtaking....as I can listen to the song over and over again, close my eyes, and be lost for a couple of seconds replaying this brief moment over and over. I have had the opprotunity the past two years of crawling inside an actual B-17....and the feeling is very erie. Like returning home....everything feels so familiar, but.......not. A couple of nights ago I was watching some videos on youtube and came across footage from inside a B-17 returning home from a mission. The viewpoint was from the nose bubble and you could see the airbase as the plane flew overhead. Once I saw the airbase and other B-17's on the ground, this overwhelming clam and rejoyce came over me. For a split second I knew I was safe, back home.....survived another mission. Then I realized how odd this was and stopped the video. Though, out of all the memories, the split second of me dancing with this girl I loved so much.......haunts me. I cannot remember anything else, though as a child (6 or 7), my family used to travel to Texas and Oklahoma quite often. On one road trip I remember sitting straight up and saying, "I've been here before." Of course my parents laughed and said, "No, you've never been here before." Though I was adament and remembered the landscape of the area..... Still to this day, I am still fascinated by WWII planes, but as stated above, the B-17 still holds a very special place within my heart. I am not one that usually believes in this type of stuff, I am a firefighter and Dir of Security. I am a very serious person....but I can't help but wonder about the girl that still haunts me.
 
Greetings Dedil453, and welcome to the forum,


I just started here myself and I have to say I've found your story fascinating. I myself have tried regression and come across three lives, though two stand out to me: in one I'm a boy who dies at a young age in a car accident, while the other I think I did something bad in. Best thing to do is find a friend of like mind and try regression if you feel ready...there are lots of good books on the subject!


Good luck! :)
 
Hello dedil453 and welcome to the forum.


Like you, I am a serious person. In this life, I worked on B-52s and over the course of my life have lived in Texas and Oklahoma for a number of years. I have always found it strange that I find myself once again traveling to those states, not because I want to go there, but that is just how things seem to work out. So, I think I can understand some of the feelings that you have. (Also, We like the same music.)

dedil453 said:
I am not one that usually believes in this type of stuff, I am a firefighter and Dir of Security. I am a very serious person....but I can't help but wonder about the girl that still haunts me.
Here is something to consider. Reincarnation is not really an anomalous event that happens to some people but rather it is just the way our reality works. You, me and everyone else is repeatedly cycling through different lifetimes on the Earth and there is nothing about that process that is anything other than normal for us. Perhaps your memory of being a member of a bomber crew is a valid past life memory and now you are here once again but working as a firefighter this time - interesting to think about isn't it?


I think the Texas/Oklahoma thing is interesting, too. What are your thoughts about that?
 
I would be interested in doing something along those lines, though not quite sure where to start. My main concern would be how to tell the real McCoy from the frauds. Its funny, cause like I said, there is no real memories of flying, fighting, or dying (though there is definetly an urge to reconnect with these planes and that era...music....clothes) but the split second image of dancing with this beautiful brunette....simply blows me away. Even stranger, I am not the romantic type, my wife could account for that. Any ideas on how to find the real deal with someone who could help with regression.....also, what does it entail?
 
I have come across some evidence in regression of a life in WW1 and WW2- both aviation linked - and have seen the lead up to my death in both cases.


The interesting thing is I am a visual person and am not really conscious of smell unless it is really bad. In both regressions I was conscious of the smell of the aircraft and both smelled markedly different.


I did not seek to regress more because I felt fear and a really deep darkness and despair in the last regression. Frankly it terrified me- as I have experienced depression in this life, though thankfully not that bad. I was not ready to deal with it.


I feel a particular excitement whenever I see footage of aircraft flying over the patchwork quilt of English and european fields.


I am currently thinking of trying returning to hypnosis.
 
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Stardis....not sure about the Texas/Oklahoma connection. I grew up on a Quarterhorse ranch in central Illinois. We made a couple trips a year to Texas and Oklahoma for horse sales and such. Though, I can still remember sitting up in the truck and realizing I had been here before. I was maybe six at the time...not sure. As far as any connection with the bomber crew...I have always had a fascination with the B-17. I remember as a kid....one of my favorite toys was a small die cast B-17 that I flew everywhere. Though, watching that video on youtube of the B-17 returning with the view out of the front nose cone and seeing the other B-17s parked in the meadow (within those gravel circles).....the feeling of joy and relief was amazing. I have spent the past 30 mins trying to find the vid andof course now I can't find it. Though...that fleeting snapshot of that dance still haunts me. Its not a full memory, as I seem to remember only items that were within a couple inches of my face.....that and the feelings of not wanting to leave. Though the only time I ever get those images is when I am listening to that song, relaxed, eyes closed...and BAM...there it is. I have been able to do this for a several years now, but never got anything else out of it. Also, not entirely sure it was an officer's uniform, as I can only see the color of my shoulder and feel the wool texture, though defintely Army Aircorps dress uniform. On a lighter note, all the way up to my freshman year in high school, I thought I was set for the Air Force Academy. My father was very active in state politics and was personal friends with both of our Congressman. I was introduced several times and given the wink and grin when my father told his friends that my dream was the Air Force Academy. Then my freshman year I found out I needed....glasses. After that, I swore off the Academy and focused on my athletics.....and got a great pair of contacts! LOL
 
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The smells are funny, because I can start to smell the mixture of perfume, hair, and smoke....and then it goes blank. Just like the memory of dancing, I try to prolong it, or back it up and I get nothing, just the same split second of memory. Though, there is no way to describe how bad I want to pull myself into this woman's body, for love, for comfort, for security, for safety. Almost as if I kow the odds of me returning to her are not good and I am trying to cherish every last second with her. Though, like I said in an earlier post....I am very stoic. As much as I want to push my face forward and smell her hair and feel my head upon her shoulder....I maintain my composure. As I am sure someone from the greatest generation would do.....a true gentleman.
 
Hi Dedil!


Welcome to the Forum!


I wonder if you've ever heard of the James Leininger story, which was about a very young boy who had nightmares and memories of being shot down and trapped in the fiery cockpit of a U.S. Navy World War Two fighter plane in the Pacific? You can find many references to his story in this Forum, which is also well-documented in a book entitled, "Soul Survivor".


Your recollections parallel his to a degree, and the facts presented in the book are fairly convincing. At the very least, you may gain some confidence in your own memories, and more of your own personal information may begin to surface as you explore this and other stories in the Forum.


Several Forum members have had very similar experiences as yours, and you may find their recollections to be quite reassuring as well.
 
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Wow, I have a little boy (5 yrs old) and I am not quite sure what I would do if he started giving out details such as that. I only wish what I remember could be that clear and concise. For people that go through regression....is it a clear memory, or is more of the little snippets? Is there a way or preferred method to try and coax any more of these snippets out on your own? Willing to try almost anything...
 
dedil453 said:
For people that go through regression....is it a clear memory, or is more of the little snippets?
My own opinion and experience regarding what to expect from your search would be that most clues come in snippets, and that any information gained may seem cryptic and meaningless until something else triggers an "Aha!" moment of realization. Sometimes, it will take several sessions before a cohesive pattern emerges. I have found that reading as much as possible about the experiences of other people will help to open up your own memories. In addition, you may find that you will need to progressively combat your own conditioning, which subconsciously inhibits many memories from coming to the surface.


On the other hand, you may have the same good fortune that a few members have reported having on this Forum, whereby consistent and clear memories spontaneously present themselves.


You'll find a lot of good information on how to begin your search by reading this and other threads in the "Frequently Asked Questions" section. Here is a recent thread with some helpful suggestions on how to remember.
 
dedil453 said:
Though...that fleeting snapshot of that dance still haunts me. Its not a full memory, as I seem to remember only items that were within a couple inches of my face.....that and the feelings of not wanting to leave.
That level of detail makes sense to me. When I was in my early twenties (long before I was married, of course), I was dancing with a nurse and what I remember most was burying my nose in her hair and her perfume and while there was a lot going on around us, I paid no attention to it. I do remember that she was from South Boston, also.


Also, I remember a New Year's Eve in Oklahoma City when I walked up behind a woman and put my nose up to the back of her neck to smell her perfume. She turned and asked if I was smelling her perfume and I said yes and that it was wonderful. And, although there was a lot of other things going on that night, I really only remember snuggling up in front of the fireplace and the wonderful way she smelled (well, maybe I remember a little more than that).


So, that sort of memory where you remember only what is in front of your nose would seem authentic to me.
 
Dedil453, Hi There and Welcome to the Forum!


Thanks for sharing and all I can say is WOW! This surely does seem like some Past Life Memories so to speak. I have ran across a few people who are like you with totally into WWII aircraft and music and everything which I always find soooo interesting.


Again, Thanks for sharing and Wishing You the Best!
 
Dedil453, these past life memories sound a lot like what I've experienced, the White Cliffs of Dover (hence my avatar), my love of flying as a child (now it's just too expensive), my love of anything English (UK), the music of the '40's, and so on.


These past life memories are only one of two that I strongly remember from my childhood, and it was from an early age that I believed in something that I had no "label" for; and it wasn't until my early teen years that I finally found a "label" to account for all of these visions, feelings and so forth in my young life.


In my "advanced" years, I still find myself using English spelling (colour instead of color), reading stories and viewing video's on English life, and generally immersing myself in anything English, so strongly is this "other knowledge" in my current lifetime.
 
Memories of WWII


I have had bad dreams about living in a past life in a large German city during WWII, I remember the bombs dropping, the loud explosions, the night lighting up like an orange glow, people running and screaming. I had one dream where I ran back into a burning building and saved some people from the terrible inferno. These dreams are so intense & I wake up shaking and in a sweat. I was a girl about 16 years old, and I died soon after the war in child birth.
 
Hi Ghost of Gumby, welcome to the forum :)


I'm sorry to hear about your bad dreams, both myself and several other members here can relate to that kind of experience. Have you tried any therapy in the form of meditation or past life regression? Sometimes it can stop the dreams in their tracks, or at least reduce them to an acceptable level.


There are several threads here in the forum to help you get started if you are interested in finding out more about your past lives, and maybe healing some of the issues you have with them. The best place to start is with the FAQ section.


Feel free to start a new thread if you would like to discuss your past lives any further or ask any questions. Hope you enjoy your time here.


Chris :)
 
Thanks Chris


Thanks Chris I am grateful for your information in your reply. I still have the dreams and flashbacks to my past life in Germay, but it does not disturb me, indeed I have experienced healing by understanding my past life. I will start a new thread on this topic and explain more about my past life in Germany.
 
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