WWII Memory... first past life memory

[Indra Ya'mar]

In the early hours of June 6th, I had a dream where I was a veteran at a memorial service with hundreds of other vets. Our uniforms appeared to be older, resembling American WWII fashion. In my dream I met a man whom I had known before, I instantly recognized him; he was my best friend and brother-in-arms. It was an emotional dream, to say the least.

I told my girlfriend Jessica and she found it to be very interesting, suggesting it may be a past life. So, here is the dream, I would love to hear some feedback.


I dreamt I was a veteran of a war, I was in an auditorium resembling a small high school-type theater. There were seats that extended upwards, like a movie theater but with a stage and those seats were filled with people, many of them veterans in uniform. I was in a neverending line of soldiers walking up the stairs alongside the seats, around the back and back down the other side to the exit.

I somehow knew that this was a veteran memorial service. I reached the top of the stairs and I felt like I recognize one of the soldiers sitting at the other side of the top row and I begin to feel excited that it may be someone close to me. As I cross the upper row and begin to descend the opposite staircase, I feel a hand reach out and grab mine. I turn to look but I already know who it is... another veteran soldier that was my best friend, whom i had not seen in years. He is black and I recognize him instantly... we had experienced war together, intense battle(s) where we had saved each other. I knew these things instantly when I saw him and we smiled and hugged. I became very emotional and began to cry, not tears of sorrow but of intense joy. I was so happy to see him and we shared an indescribable bond.

I woke up and remembered this early in the day. I told jess about it and later in the evening she tells me that today is the 75th anniversary of D-Day. My jaw dropped at this realization, and I am now exploring the possibility of having lived in a past life as a soldier.

I do not know if I survived the war, or even if the memorial service was even real. I almost feel as if it was more of a heavenly experience, and that perhaps all of the soldiers in the memorial service had been killed, myself and my friend included. Yet somehow we were able to connect. Perhaps it was a memory, and we both survived. I know when I saw him that it had been years since seeing him, like I had no clue if he survived or not, but was relieved upon seeing him.

I barely recognize his face, but it resembled the actor Don Cheadle, although much younger.

Any help on what my next step should be would be very helpful, I am new to all this. I do believe in reincarnation, as it is the only concept that seems to make sense, as far as life and death goes. This is my first ever experience like this. Thank you so much.

 

[Eva1942]

Welcome!

If you were a veteran of war, it means you survived. Veterans from my understanding, were only awarded that ‘title’ if you survived a war. Often too, memories pour out on important dates that were considered of meaning for your previous life. Discovering this on D-Day was no fluke. It was meant to happen that way.

Past life memories often appear in dreams. A good tip is to try and find a mirror in your visions or something where you can see your reflection. Or look down at yourself and what you are wearing.

Just curious, did you and your friend use names when you introduced yourself to each other in the memory?

My advice is to try and research what you saw, or you can wait to see if you have any more memories appear. Sometimes they will come out like the floodgates have been released or they will come out one at a time. It is entirely up to you what you wish to do.

Eva x

 

[yvettebruneau]

It could be interpreted as a memory of a memorial service that took place between the war and the end of that past life. Or, it might have been the spirit's way of reaching out to you in your dream, by using the setting of the memorial service to 'jog' your memory as it were.

I would suggest you try to recall every detail and write them down in a journal. And, every time you have a dream that makes you think it's a past-life memory or link, write it in the journal. Make notes of recurring themes or fashions. If you can lucid dream, follow Eva's advice and find a mirror to view yourself. Do you look as you do in this life, or is there another face staring back at you? You could also look at past-life regressions on YouTube or some other website, if you can't find a specialist in your area to guide you. These are meditation sessions focused on unlocking the subconscious to explore a past-life. Granted, if you have more than one past life, you likely won't see the same one every time. I have tried regressions myself and got clues to my past life, but nothing ever really concrete. I had to research it in this life, based on ideas that came to me during regressions or moments of true quiet in the waking hours. Those moments when my mind would wander into unexplored corners.

Whatever you decide to do on this journey of rediscovery, I wish you all the best!

 

[fireflydancing]

Hi Indra Ya'mar,

Welcome to the forum!

This must have been quite an experience for you, this emotional dream out of the blue.

The way you describe your experience gives me the idea of an astral dream. It's the way of describing the gathering of former soldiers, the way they come together, the words you use: never-ending line of soldiers and mentioning 'the exit' as well, mentioning smiling and hugging. Also that you hardly recognized your friends face, but your heart did in a split-second.

The time setting is a very emotional one: the remembrance of D-day. I think, and this is only my personal impression, that because of this high global focus (in our reality but in the other realms as well) souls reconnected on a soul level. I think this gathering 'really' took place in an astral plane where souls (dead or alive) met again. Your old friends called upon you and your soul answered this call. In astral planes, you can create whatever you want and you can also create together. So I think the old veterans created together a place to memorate and reconnect.

An astral dream is when you leave your body (we all do at night, even without realizing it)
and you can end up in all kind of places or realms. It's the kind of dreams in which you can meet people, dead or alive, and have conversations, receive messages (or just nothing special happens, which happens to me a lot, just roaming around).

I find it very special that this happened to you. Perhaps you need some time to let it all sink down in you. Reconnecting with old friends is an energetical process that will leave traces in your current daily consciousness. Take your time to digest all this information.

And only after having processed this, you can decide whether you want to explore this former life or not. It's all up to you, it's your past but you can also decide to leave it like it is. There is no rush if you don't want to. Former combat lives are not the most peaceful memories. A lot of dirt and human ugliness lurk underneath the surface. So don't step into this adventure as a game or light-hearted. Some people wish they could undo the memories of former combat life, once they see themselves confronted with the painful reality of once upon that time.

If you are decided to explore this past life, I would advise you to read the stories of people like Landsend or Tanker or Benjamin first. They, among others, have gone through this process as well and they might be even willing to give you personal advice if you would ask this in a friendly way.

 

[Eva1942]

So don't step into this adventure as a game or light-hearted. Some people wish they could undo the memories of former combat life, once they see themselves confronted with the painful reality of once upon that time.

Well said fireflydancing. I always tell people that healing and exploring past lives is not a party trick or a game. That they have to be willing to open up the darkest places of their soul and heal it no matter how painful it is.

Eva x

 

[Indra Ya'mar]

Thank you for the replies, each response helped me gain a little more insight.

I did not know my name or my friend's name in the dream. In fact, no words were spoken at all. There was marching band music playing, and although I didn't see the band I think they were on the stage, and the seated soldiers and civilians sat facing toward the stage.

I was walking single file with several other vets, but I didn't recognize any of them. I didn't see myself, but I remember looking down at my uniform and seeing at least one medal hanging from my chest. I was not my present self. It was me, but not, if that makes sense.

I think my dream was more along the lines of what fireflydancing suggested, it was as if wherever I was wasn't real life, or even a real memory; more like my soul was in this place for the sole purpose of seeing this other man, and reconnecting after a seemingly infinite amount of time

I will never forget the feeling of seeing him and hugging him. We loved each other, not in a "in love" way. It was like finding a long lost family member or something like that, we just held each other and I sobbed. I remember i didnt care who saw or what anyone said, and i believe this was because he was black. He sat with two other black soldiers, and they seemed to know each other well. The dream ended shortly after that.

I did a little research and I found it interesting that african american soldiers did serve in WWII and were segregated from the white troops after battle. They couldn't even share victory or defeat with the men they fought alongside. In the dream, as I said above, I knew that he and I fought together and ended up in a position where we had to rely on each other to survive. I don't know any specifics of what may have occurred during this incident, only that we could not have survived without each other.

I am interested in going forward with researching this topic. I am not good at lucid dreaming, generally I wake up once I realize I am dreaming. However, I am certain I can discover the truth of all this as the number of African American soldiers during that time was limited. Once I find him I believe I can find whom I once was.

Thank you all again so much, this was helpful and it's nice to discuss this with people that understand these things.