Wolfsangel2
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Hello, my name is Brian, late 40’s, born and raised in Ohio,US.
I have been aware of my past lives since I was very young. The most vivid of these is being a member of the Waffen SS in WW2. I have questioned my whole life if the dreams, visions and connections to that life were real or some kind of mental breakdown.
My first dream happened when I was 9 or 10 years old. I have had this particular dream around a dozen times. It’s always the same, no changes even after gaining knowledge of weapons and equipment that were used during the time. In the dream I am looking and experiencing through the eyes of my past life.
The dream starts riding in the back of a truck, military style with a canopy over it. I am at the very back. There is snow on the ground but the road or path we are moving on is very deep mud. The snow had been melting and the truck was having trouble moving in it. The truck slides sideways in the road and stops. I stand up and look around and say something like, “this is close enough, everybody out”.
I am in command of about a dozen men. We file out of the truck and check our equipment. There is the sound of explosions and gunfire in the distance. I am carrying a bolt action rifle (k98). I am wearing a white uniform although it’s worn and dirty and looks more grey than white. My men are all in white as well. For whatever reason I am in a hurry to get back to the front line and I get my men moving. It is late in the afternoon/evening and it is getting close to dark. The sky is overcast and grey.
We move about a half mile to a farm with several outbuildings. We move through until we are at the back of the farm and there are 2 very long building (barns?). They are parallel to each other about 12-15 feet wide and over 100 feet long each. I lead my men on the left side of the left barn.
I am in the lead and at one time I turn around and tell my men to pick up the pace. I’m trying to run but the snow is thick and slushy which makes it hard to keep my balance. I get to the edge of the barn and continue past the end of the building without stopping. I instantly realize that it was a mistake. In the corner of my eye I notice a group of men to my right. They have green uniforms. I am carrying my rifle in my right hand, I try to swing my rifle toward them but with my momentum I’m not fast enough. The man closest to me pulls up a weapon and fires at me. (After research it appears to be a ppsh-41).
I feel the searing pain of bullets ripping through me. I fall in the snow on my left side. When I hit the ground I thought “I’m still okay, no harm done”. My rifle was laying about a foot away and I tried to reach for it but my arm wouldn’t respond. I was confused by this, why couldn’t I move. I need to keep fighting. In the next few seconds I realized I wasn’t breathing, and I could hear the gurgling in my throat that I was trying to take in air but couldn’t. I knew I was going to die. A wave of panic at first and the a wave of sadness and despair. I remember a feeling of guilt and shame that I wasn’t able to stop “them”. I thought about my wife and 2 kids and that I wasn’t going to see them again and more importantly I wasn’t able to protect them.
I was staring at an open snowy field with trees on the left side, the sun had set and the sky was turning a pink orange color. The edges of my eyesight started closing in and picture faded to black. I was startled awake at that point.
I’ve woken up with physical tears from that dream.
So over the years I’ve researched who I might have been. What I’ve got is that I died on March 14th, 1945 near the town of Sarkeresztur, Hungary during “Operation Spring Awakening”. I was in the 3rd SS Panzergrenadier Regiment “Deutschland”, in the 2nd SS Panzer Division “Das Reich”. I have never heard what my name was or saw what I looked like. I remember my wife’s name was Anna or Hannah, I had a daughter but her name has never come to me. I had a young son named “Max”.
I have only told a couple of people over the years about this dream and the others as well. I would love to find out who I was, like the name and everything. I apologize for writing such a long intro and not being a good writer.
Thanks for reading.
I have been aware of my past lives since I was very young. The most vivid of these is being a member of the Waffen SS in WW2. I have questioned my whole life if the dreams, visions and connections to that life were real or some kind of mental breakdown.
My first dream happened when I was 9 or 10 years old. I have had this particular dream around a dozen times. It’s always the same, no changes even after gaining knowledge of weapons and equipment that were used during the time. In the dream I am looking and experiencing through the eyes of my past life.
The dream starts riding in the back of a truck, military style with a canopy over it. I am at the very back. There is snow on the ground but the road or path we are moving on is very deep mud. The snow had been melting and the truck was having trouble moving in it. The truck slides sideways in the road and stops. I stand up and look around and say something like, “this is close enough, everybody out”.
I am in command of about a dozen men. We file out of the truck and check our equipment. There is the sound of explosions and gunfire in the distance. I am carrying a bolt action rifle (k98). I am wearing a white uniform although it’s worn and dirty and looks more grey than white. My men are all in white as well. For whatever reason I am in a hurry to get back to the front line and I get my men moving. It is late in the afternoon/evening and it is getting close to dark. The sky is overcast and grey.
We move about a half mile to a farm with several outbuildings. We move through until we are at the back of the farm and there are 2 very long building (barns?). They are parallel to each other about 12-15 feet wide and over 100 feet long each. I lead my men on the left side of the left barn.
I am in the lead and at one time I turn around and tell my men to pick up the pace. I’m trying to run but the snow is thick and slushy which makes it hard to keep my balance. I get to the edge of the barn and continue past the end of the building without stopping. I instantly realize that it was a mistake. In the corner of my eye I notice a group of men to my right. They have green uniforms. I am carrying my rifle in my right hand, I try to swing my rifle toward them but with my momentum I’m not fast enough. The man closest to me pulls up a weapon and fires at me. (After research it appears to be a ppsh-41).
I feel the searing pain of bullets ripping through me. I fall in the snow on my left side. When I hit the ground I thought “I’m still okay, no harm done”. My rifle was laying about a foot away and I tried to reach for it but my arm wouldn’t respond. I was confused by this, why couldn’t I move. I need to keep fighting. In the next few seconds I realized I wasn’t breathing, and I could hear the gurgling in my throat that I was trying to take in air but couldn’t. I knew I was going to die. A wave of panic at first and the a wave of sadness and despair. I remember a feeling of guilt and shame that I wasn’t able to stop “them”. I thought about my wife and 2 kids and that I wasn’t going to see them again and more importantly I wasn’t able to protect them.
I was staring at an open snowy field with trees on the left side, the sun had set and the sky was turning a pink orange color. The edges of my eyesight started closing in and picture faded to black. I was startled awake at that point.
I’ve woken up with physical tears from that dream.
So over the years I’ve researched who I might have been. What I’ve got is that I died on March 14th, 1945 near the town of Sarkeresztur, Hungary during “Operation Spring Awakening”. I was in the 3rd SS Panzergrenadier Regiment “Deutschland”, in the 2nd SS Panzer Division “Das Reich”. I have never heard what my name was or saw what I looked like. I remember my wife’s name was Anna or Hannah, I had a daughter but her name has never come to me. I had a young son named “Max”.
I have only told a couple of people over the years about this dream and the others as well. I would love to find out who I was, like the name and everything. I apologize for writing such a long intro and not being a good writer.
Thanks for reading.
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