First of all, hello everyone! I'm Ulfberht and this is my first post on this forum. I'm very excited to be part of this community.
Now, onto my little story..
When I was quite young, maybe three or four, I remember having this dream/flashback to what I can only assume was a past life of mine.
It was as if I was there, at the actual location, so I couldn't see my own body. Despite this, I knew instinctively that I was a man (even though I am a female in this life). I was standing on a hill, looking down at a field below me. In the background there was dark forest and even farther still, there were these very low mountains/large hills. The grass was quite long and swaying in the strong, cool breeze. The sky was a very dark grey and the clouds were huge, it looked like it was about to storm.
On the ground were so many bodies. Most of them were wearing red. I know now that the uniforms were most likely British. They looked very accurate in the dream.
As I stood there, I felt two things. One was the cold from the wind. The other was a muted sadness/confusion that no three-four year old could possibly know. It was the realization that I had no idea what I was doing there. Why were we killing each other? Was the cause really worth all the pain and death? I felt defeated as a person. I remember that feeling perfectly. I imagine it to be how a person who has seen the horrors of war might feel. A little girl wouldn't know it.
And throughout my life, I have always associated that event with the Napoleonic Wars, despite the fact that there wasn't any clear indicator. I was always a smart kid, but at that age, I only knew the name Napoleon. I had no idea who he was or what he did. I'm not even sure if I knew that he was a person.
I'm not sure who I was, but I'm leaning more toward French. This memory/dream has stuck with me all my life. I remember it as vividly as I saw it. What's more is that beginning around the age of four, I became very interested in the military and wars. Instead of playing with dolls and such, I always pretended to be a soldier in the middle of a war. Granted, I was more interested in the World Wars, but still, I find it a curious quirk. And I was never exposed to war movies/stories at such a young age. (I suspect that I was soldier in more than one past life, due to even more feelings that have always stuck with me)
Perhaps this isn't a past life memory, but I really see no other explanation for it. A lot of things wouldn't make sense, otherwise. Any thoughts or similar experiences are welcome!
Now, onto my little story..
When I was quite young, maybe three or four, I remember having this dream/flashback to what I can only assume was a past life of mine.
It was as if I was there, at the actual location, so I couldn't see my own body. Despite this, I knew instinctively that I was a man (even though I am a female in this life). I was standing on a hill, looking down at a field below me. In the background there was dark forest and even farther still, there were these very low mountains/large hills. The grass was quite long and swaying in the strong, cool breeze. The sky was a very dark grey and the clouds were huge, it looked like it was about to storm.
On the ground were so many bodies. Most of them were wearing red. I know now that the uniforms were most likely British. They looked very accurate in the dream.
As I stood there, I felt two things. One was the cold from the wind. The other was a muted sadness/confusion that no three-four year old could possibly know. It was the realization that I had no idea what I was doing there. Why were we killing each other? Was the cause really worth all the pain and death? I felt defeated as a person. I remember that feeling perfectly. I imagine it to be how a person who has seen the horrors of war might feel. A little girl wouldn't know it.
And throughout my life, I have always associated that event with the Napoleonic Wars, despite the fact that there wasn't any clear indicator. I was always a smart kid, but at that age, I only knew the name Napoleon. I had no idea who he was or what he did. I'm not even sure if I knew that he was a person.
I'm not sure who I was, but I'm leaning more toward French. This memory/dream has stuck with me all my life. I remember it as vividly as I saw it. What's more is that beginning around the age of four, I became very interested in the military and wars. Instead of playing with dolls and such, I always pretended to be a soldier in the middle of a war. Granted, I was more interested in the World Wars, but still, I find it a curious quirk. And I was never exposed to war movies/stories at such a young age. (I suspect that I was soldier in more than one past life, due to even more feelings that have always stuck with me)
Perhaps this isn't a past life memory, but I really see no other explanation for it. A lot of things wouldn't make sense, otherwise. Any thoughts or similar experiences are welcome!
2015 is the 200 anniversary of the battle of Waterloo where Napoleon and his troops were defeated by the British. The war had already been going on for sometime. There has already been information on the internet about this and next year there will be even more. Britain and France even included the Napoleonic Wars in the Armistice commemoration last month. Have you looked up any of this on the internet yet? I'll find the link and post it here. Did you know that Napoleon even tried to invade Russia? I think Hitler may have imagined himself a modern day Napoleon.
