greetings all from a delurking newcomer.
(pardon the verbosity, I'm a writer)
It's easy to admit to a past life as a woman of the merchant class in medieval Amsterdam, who lived a long and happy life with many children. Admitting to a Nazi/SS past life is another story. Particularly when you are female and half African-American.
The distinctve black SS uniform is one of the archetypes of evil in our modern era, as much as a picture of Darth Vader, a white-sheeted Klansman, or (insert preferred name for the Devil). But at the same time I consciously feel fear/horror at the sight of one, subconsciously I feel very differently, as if I miss wearing it and want it back. This helps to explain why I have always had a preference for dressing entirely in black, wearing boots and peaked caps.
I read Mein Kampf for a paper in high school, and again, two reactions. Consciously, I wondered why anyone could have taken such a crackpot seriously, and subconsciously I felt as if I was hearing the Master's voice. I found that disturbing. I let my conscious mind write the paper.
Same thing when the local college showed 'Triumph of the Will' as part of their film series. Consciously I was amazed at the cinematography and how ground breaking the visual work was, subconsciously I had these feelings of near-exaltation. I chalked that up to the fact that the filmmaker's work still was able to affect people even in our modern era. A little denial among friends never hurts.
I never put it all together until I was working on a novel that I started about 10 years ago that took place during the Nazi era and was about a gifted young man who wanted to be a concert pianist, but whose parents shipped him off to the Hitler Youth instead of the conservatory. This put him on the fast track to the SS, and he was involved in all of the horrors. Most of the other characters were also SS, and they were his friends and comrades.
It was during my research that I not only found out that the things I'd written about life in Nazi Germany and the SS before actually beginning the research were frighteningly accurate, but I also found a picture in a time life book on the Third Reich, and it was as if the entire world stopped for a moment and and a huge bolt of lightning struck me as I saw my own soul looking back at me. He was identified in the picture and subsequent research and a review of my current life provided me with more correlation than I needed to know that we are indeed one and the same. Like all of the other SS men involved in carrying out the "Final Solution" he can only be described by a string of ugly epithets and gratuitous use of the words 'murderer' and 'monster'.
The reason I have given for the fact that I eventually buried that novel in a drawer and tried to forget it is because "I found the research too disturbing". It was, but I told people it was because the research included studying the Holocaust, which most people find disturbing. I have since refused to think about that past life and avoided watching or reading anything about that period. I repressed it so well that I'd forgotten about my past life revelation that drove me from it, and believed my own revisionist version of why I'd put it aside.
Years later I wrote a novel as a creative exercise that takes place in a completely different environment (and several hundred years in the future) and I realized only yesterday (and wanted to shriek in horror)that when I opened up my subconscious mind to write that story, my past self definitely intruded.
I've also realized as I've looked back over the intervening years that other things I've done and said and felt also show the influence of that past self. I have his abilities, as well as some new ones that are wholly my own.
All of this recent introspection came when I decided to revisit my old novel "Blood and Honor" and see if I could use any of the characters and edit out the parts I found disturbing. I'm not sure if that was a mistake, or simply that it was time I dealt with something I was avoiding knowing.
But it all came rushing back and now I have only questions. Why me, is what comes to mind first, what the Hades did I do to deserve this? And, since we can't escape our past lives, how can you live with a past self that you utterly despise?