DreamAuthor
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When I was a child, I was plagued by migraine headaches and a memory from a past life/death which was directly related to the pain. This began for me at an early age in the mid-1970's...way before the internet, before computers, and before cable. Unless you went to the library and pulled books on the war, you could not easily access images or film. I was never exposed to any war footage or photographs at that age, so the "memory" came out of nowhere right along side of the headaches in childhood.
I remember telling my mother about the memory when I was about 7 years old (the end of 1977). As open-minded as she was, there was no real response there or belief. But, for me, the memory persisted and never changed. I'm still haunted by the short POV film in my head to this day and never knew the location of this place until about ten years ago when I decided to study photos from WWII in Europe. And there there it was...
Nothing truly fantastic or recognizable to anyone. A simple ditch, laid out before the Hedgerows in Normandy. I couldn't believe the familiarity in the pit of my stomach when I saw the ditches that ran parallel to the hedges, with all that vegetation everywhere in the one or two photos available. Still, if you search engine the WWII hedgerows in Normandy, you only get a few photos and they aren't that good, so this "memory" in the 70's was not borne of some photos or war footage I saw on my little black & white TV at home. I watched cartoons, Godzilla, the Munsters, etc, and there were no war footage shows on our few channels available at the time. The worst thing to come on after 8pm was Rockford Files. Plus, I don't think there is any actual movie film of the fighting in those ditches like I remember it. I'm not sure there was a moving picture camera placed there during that period in the war.
Anyway... the memory is very short and goes like this:
I'm in an Army uniform with a helmet on and my rifle is long, heavy and brown wood. This was most likely an M1 Garand. I was in a drainage ditch with my buddies and we were all engaged in a firefight toward the hedges (a very thick, elevated, bunch of trees and bushes). The trees were probably half a football field away and we were actively shooting toward them with return fire coming back. I'm not sure if there was a low road bridge or drainage tunnel culvert, but the guy in front of me was ducking under it right when I got a bullet to the head as I exposed myself to the top ridge of the ditch to shoot. The only other instinctual memory I have of that situation, is that I was young, like 18.
I have no memory of insignia or clear picture of faces. But I have a clear memory of the trees and bushes, the many brownish leaves scattered in the ditch mud, and the desperation/fear of that moment before the bullet. I was not alone there, but I felt alone. I'm not sure that makes sense.
In my mid-40's now, I still cannot get that scene out of my memory. Am I convinced this is a past life memory? It could be and so I thought I'd share here.
I remember telling my mother about the memory when I was about 7 years old (the end of 1977). As open-minded as she was, there was no real response there or belief. But, for me, the memory persisted and never changed. I'm still haunted by the short POV film in my head to this day and never knew the location of this place until about ten years ago when I decided to study photos from WWII in Europe. And there there it was...
Nothing truly fantastic or recognizable to anyone. A simple ditch, laid out before the Hedgerows in Normandy. I couldn't believe the familiarity in the pit of my stomach when I saw the ditches that ran parallel to the hedges, with all that vegetation everywhere in the one or two photos available. Still, if you search engine the WWII hedgerows in Normandy, you only get a few photos and they aren't that good, so this "memory" in the 70's was not borne of some photos or war footage I saw on my little black & white TV at home. I watched cartoons, Godzilla, the Munsters, etc, and there were no war footage shows on our few channels available at the time. The worst thing to come on after 8pm was Rockford Files. Plus, I don't think there is any actual movie film of the fighting in those ditches like I remember it. I'm not sure there was a moving picture camera placed there during that period in the war.
Anyway... the memory is very short and goes like this:
I'm in an Army uniform with a helmet on and my rifle is long, heavy and brown wood. This was most likely an M1 Garand. I was in a drainage ditch with my buddies and we were all engaged in a firefight toward the hedges (a very thick, elevated, bunch of trees and bushes). The trees were probably half a football field away and we were actively shooting toward them with return fire coming back. I'm not sure if there was a low road bridge or drainage tunnel culvert, but the guy in front of me was ducking under it right when I got a bullet to the head as I exposed myself to the top ridge of the ditch to shoot. The only other instinctual memory I have of that situation, is that I was young, like 18.
I have no memory of insignia or clear picture of faces. But I have a clear memory of the trees and bushes, the many brownish leaves scattered in the ditch mud, and the desperation/fear of that moment before the bullet. I was not alone there, but I felt alone. I'm not sure that makes sense.
In my mid-40's now, I still cannot get that scene out of my memory. Am I convinced this is a past life memory? It could be and so I thought I'd share here.