DaveUK
New Member
Time for me to share my past life with you all. First of all I must tell you it has all come so fast in such a quick succession of events that it is causing me some major issues which I relate to in another thread, but here goes.
Looking into, and trying to understand life long recurring dreams, visions and emotional triggers I gained the help of a dear friend in the US who has guided and supported me in seeking answers. This is not the complete story, that would take far too long.
What made me really decide to do this was watching a tv documentary about bomber pilots in WWII, in particular Mosquito pilots. It made me break down and cry and I suddenly seemed to possess knowledge about the dark side of those aircraft not widely known. Memories flashed by fast and I remembered some very harrowing things I had not experienced since a very small child.
The first things we were later able to nail down were that I was, as I've always felt, an airman, we determined I died in 1944 aged about 23 but I felt I was not shot down but crashed taking off when my engine failed at night somewhere in England. The date we were able to point to was on or around November 10 1944. I had joined the air force aged around 19.
I set about looking at RAF bomber command logs and records and discovered just one event on that date in the whole of RAF records that fitted all those points. It fitted EXACTLY. There were three other possibles but they turned out to be wrong on several crucial points. There was only one this could be if it were to be true.
The one that held score was that of a 23 year old Canadian pilot from Windsor Ontario who joined the RCAF aged 19 and after qualifying as a pilot aged 20 eventually came to England and flew with 608 squadron as a Mosquito pilot. in August 1944 he was transferred to RAF Downham Norfolk and on November 10th 1944 at 22:05 he suffered port engine failure on take off and crash landed and was killed. He is buried in Surrey England. His (my) navigator survived but is now passed away being almost 100 years old. He (I) would have been 92 now and not writing this.
I have researched and compiled an extensive time and family line for that young Canadian airman (me). Things have go so far so fast I am having trouble believing it myself now, and that troubles me. But what is more the unimaginable synchronicity of seamless events which still continues leads me to believe I am actually being drawn into this by some unseen force and everything is being opened up before me for a very specific reason.
Looking into, and trying to understand life long recurring dreams, visions and emotional triggers I gained the help of a dear friend in the US who has guided and supported me in seeking answers. This is not the complete story, that would take far too long.
What made me really decide to do this was watching a tv documentary about bomber pilots in WWII, in particular Mosquito pilots. It made me break down and cry and I suddenly seemed to possess knowledge about the dark side of those aircraft not widely known. Memories flashed by fast and I remembered some very harrowing things I had not experienced since a very small child.
The first things we were later able to nail down were that I was, as I've always felt, an airman, we determined I died in 1944 aged about 23 but I felt I was not shot down but crashed taking off when my engine failed at night somewhere in England. The date we were able to point to was on or around November 10 1944. I had joined the air force aged around 19.
I set about looking at RAF bomber command logs and records and discovered just one event on that date in the whole of RAF records that fitted all those points. It fitted EXACTLY. There were three other possibles but they turned out to be wrong on several crucial points. There was only one this could be if it were to be true.
The one that held score was that of a 23 year old Canadian pilot from Windsor Ontario who joined the RCAF aged 19 and after qualifying as a pilot aged 20 eventually came to England and flew with 608 squadron as a Mosquito pilot. in August 1944 he was transferred to RAF Downham Norfolk and on November 10th 1944 at 22:05 he suffered port engine failure on take off and crash landed and was killed. He is buried in Surrey England. His (my) navigator survived but is now passed away being almost 100 years old. He (I) would have been 92 now and not writing this.
I have researched and compiled an extensive time and family line for that young Canadian airman (me). Things have go so far so fast I am having trouble believing it myself now, and that troubles me. But what is more the unimaginable synchronicity of seamless events which still continues leads me to believe I am actually being drawn into this by some unseen force and everything is being opened up before me for a very specific reason.