Alfred1940
Alfred1940?
I am not a believer in re-incarnation as yet. As I am a ' traditional Christian'.
But if I were to believe in it, I think I know who I was in at least 3 lives!
The last one is I think I ws my own grandfather who died in WW2 in 1940 at aged 23 leaving a widow and my 3 year old dad behind. The reason I think this is because as long as I can remember I could not take my eyes of the photo of him in uniform and I have had a life long fascination about him. Finally when I was able to go to Dunkirk and see the monument with his name on ( as his body was never found) I took my Dad ( who had been to the place before to visit his Dads name) This time we both broke down and held each other- I felt this need to comfort my own father like a dad would! Also my grandad dies by drowning and I cannot put my head under water I never have been able too. Also my grandmother took my dad to New Zealand in 1950 emigrated from Britain, where i was born but I have not liked NZ and always wanted to return to UK, where I now reside and will stay. Although we did try to live in uk when i was achild, we always returned to NZ for my mother, after her early death in 201 I immigrated to Uk even though I have grown up children from a previous marriage in NZ still. I dont want to ever leave Britain.
The other live i think i was is because as a girl of 8 we traveled to Scotland ( as my mums heritage is Scottish) I know nothing of the history of Glen coe but when we were there I looked over a shear cliff with my Dad and I saw men in kilts covered in blood, i could smell blood too, I told my Dad he just said I had a good imagination ( this I was often told) as my parents were and are Christians too. I found out later about the bloody history of Glencoe. My mother was of a Campbell!
Then recently I visited Olympia for the first time ever, or so I thought. While there I had the strong feeling of Dejavu. I sat on a stone just out side the stadium for a minute to rest. Suddenly, I was looking out from my own eyes but seem to be another person. I could not see myself but a middle aged man in a tunic approached me, when to say something to me, then I woke out of it.
When I was a small child we visited Stonehenge my dad sat me on the so called 'sacrificial alter stone' in the circle ( you could roam about Stonehenge in those days late 1960s). Maybe he told me it was the place they sacrificed virgins, I can't remember but I remember pleading with him to take me off it. Now if he had given me auto suggestion, I was not old enough to know what he was talking about, i didnot know what scarifice mean;t or what virgins were. All I know is that I was petrified of sitting on it.
As a child I often had 'feelings ' about a place and more so i would if I touched the walls or part of the old bits in a place or building ( which I often felt a 'pull' to do )
Can anybody help me to understand any of this?
But if I were to believe in it, I think I know who I was in at least 3 lives!
The last one is I think I ws my own grandfather who died in WW2 in 1940 at aged 23 leaving a widow and my 3 year old dad behind. The reason I think this is because as long as I can remember I could not take my eyes of the photo of him in uniform and I have had a life long fascination about him. Finally when I was able to go to Dunkirk and see the monument with his name on ( as his body was never found) I took my Dad ( who had been to the place before to visit his Dads name) This time we both broke down and held each other- I felt this need to comfort my own father like a dad would! Also my grandad dies by drowning and I cannot put my head under water I never have been able too. Also my grandmother took my dad to New Zealand in 1950 emigrated from Britain, where i was born but I have not liked NZ and always wanted to return to UK, where I now reside and will stay. Although we did try to live in uk when i was achild, we always returned to NZ for my mother, after her early death in 201 I immigrated to Uk even though I have grown up children from a previous marriage in NZ still. I dont want to ever leave Britain.
The other live i think i was is because as a girl of 8 we traveled to Scotland ( as my mums heritage is Scottish) I know nothing of the history of Glen coe but when we were there I looked over a shear cliff with my Dad and I saw men in kilts covered in blood, i could smell blood too, I told my Dad he just said I had a good imagination ( this I was often told) as my parents were and are Christians too. I found out later about the bloody history of Glencoe. My mother was of a Campbell!
Then recently I visited Olympia for the first time ever, or so I thought. While there I had the strong feeling of Dejavu. I sat on a stone just out side the stadium for a minute to rest. Suddenly, I was looking out from my own eyes but seem to be another person. I could not see myself but a middle aged man in a tunic approached me, when to say something to me, then I woke out of it.
When I was a small child we visited Stonehenge my dad sat me on the so called 'sacrificial alter stone' in the circle ( you could roam about Stonehenge in those days late 1960s). Maybe he told me it was the place they sacrificed virgins, I can't remember but I remember pleading with him to take me off it. Now if he had given me auto suggestion, I was not old enough to know what he was talking about, i didnot know what scarifice mean;t or what virgins were. All I know is that I was petrified of sitting on it.
As a child I often had 'feelings ' about a place and more so i would if I touched the walls or part of the old bits in a place or building ( which I often felt a 'pull' to do )
Can anybody help me to understand any of this?
