Laurasia
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I've decided to start a thread containing the various recollections & such that I have gathered concerning this lifetime. (I have folders for each lifetime that I have recalled & Hans' is the largest by far.
) Given the nature of Hans' lifetime, some of the things posted in this thread may be disturbing for some to read - especially if a person has a past life from "the other side of the war". (Please note that I do not now share any prejudices that are reflected within these recollections.) I have found though that sharing such memories, even when they are difficult to speak about, can be very beneficial for souls from either side of the war. I certainly hope that is the case here.
I would like to start with experiences that I had throughout childhood before I became aware of my lifetime as Hans...
When I was younger I had many unrecognized hints towards a past life as a Nazi. To begin with, when a child, I wanted to join the military more than anything. I was very ambitious in this regard though. I didn't merely want to join the Air Force like my father or the Army - I wanted to be a high-ranking Marine, as I felt that they were the elite & had the strictest training. I would actually watch portrayals of hard drill sergeants & be filled with a yearning to impress such a superior with my dedication & persistence. I retained a penchant for the military for many years even without any encouragement from my veteran father. I was always eager to hear about &/or see my fathers' memories/memorabilia from his service time in the Vietnam War - even though he didn't care to speak of it often. However I wasn't really interested in the Vietnam War or its politics, just what military life & combat were like.
I have always loved anything German or from the area & have always wanted to visit the country. I absolutely adore the language & have been attempting to teach it to myself for years. (Much to my dismay, becoming fluent in it still eludes me.) I am absolutely thrilled whenever I meet or am able to see/converse with people from the area & actually feel sadness & disappointment about not being German myself. As crazy as this sounds, Germans seem superior to me...harder, more centered & disciplined with obvious goals.
I have always been drawn to art & artists (mostly musical & cinematic) that have a more miltary-like essence to them. Especially when that essence resembles the Third Reich.
As a teenager I often would go to collectible shows & spend a great deal of time at one particular vendor that exclusively sold WWII memorablia - especially Nazi items. I would hover over the medals. He also had an authentic Nazi swastika armband that I toyed with the notion of buying everytime that I went there. I had a very strong urge to wear it, but knew that my parents would have been outraged. I did purchase some Nazi periodicals from the war & a swastika necklace though. As badly as I wanted to, I could never afford any of the Nazi medals or uniform components. One of my prized possessions is a $5 Reichmark that I bought from him though. Not being able to afford a German flag (or find one
) I drew one up on my own & put it up. I hung the swastika necklace over it. I started to study a bit about the Nazis & bought a copy of "Mein Kampf". While never an "activist" of any sort, I tried to submerge myself with the Nazi ideology. Especially as I aged though, the ideology clashed with my own beliefs. I still held a strong drawing towards the Third Reich - as well as a deep apathy....even though when other cultures nowadays display Nazi-like ideals or actions it disgusts & angers me.
I would like to start with experiences that I had throughout childhood before I became aware of my lifetime as Hans...
When I was younger I had many unrecognized hints towards a past life as a Nazi. To begin with, when a child, I wanted to join the military more than anything. I was very ambitious in this regard though. I didn't merely want to join the Air Force like my father or the Army - I wanted to be a high-ranking Marine, as I felt that they were the elite & had the strictest training. I would actually watch portrayals of hard drill sergeants & be filled with a yearning to impress such a superior with my dedication & persistence. I retained a penchant for the military for many years even without any encouragement from my veteran father. I was always eager to hear about &/or see my fathers' memories/memorabilia from his service time in the Vietnam War - even though he didn't care to speak of it often. However I wasn't really interested in the Vietnam War or its politics, just what military life & combat were like.
I have always loved anything German or from the area & have always wanted to visit the country. I absolutely adore the language & have been attempting to teach it to myself for years. (Much to my dismay, becoming fluent in it still eludes me.) I am absolutely thrilled whenever I meet or am able to see/converse with people from the area & actually feel sadness & disappointment about not being German myself. As crazy as this sounds, Germans seem superior to me...harder, more centered & disciplined with obvious goals.
I have always been drawn to art & artists (mostly musical & cinematic) that have a more miltary-like essence to them. Especially when that essence resembles the Third Reich.
As a teenager I often would go to collectible shows & spend a great deal of time at one particular vendor that exclusively sold WWII memorablia - especially Nazi items. I would hover over the medals. He also had an authentic Nazi swastika armband that I toyed with the notion of buying everytime that I went there. I had a very strong urge to wear it, but knew that my parents would have been outraged. I did purchase some Nazi periodicals from the war & a swastika necklace though. As badly as I wanted to, I could never afford any of the Nazi medals or uniform components. One of my prized possessions is a $5 Reichmark that I bought from him though. Not being able to afford a German flag (or find one