September… always September.
It is always complicated. Throughout my life, from a health point of view, mid-September is a myriad of pains, illnesses, and uncomfortable situations.
It is as if spiritual memory has its marks on that date, and this year has been no exception. After a week marked...
I was an American paratrooper during WWII. Born in 1926, died September 1944. A private.
I did match in my current life lot of stuff done during the same period of time, at the same age during the 30's and 40's (including parachuting at age 17/18 as a civvie this time). I quit the activity at...
Hi, I was born in south america in the mid 60´s. Sorry about my written english. It’s not my native language, but I feel comfortable writing it. I would like to share some experiences I had since I was a less than one year old. I was born in a family who believe in reincarnation, for that reason...