jaguar
Senior Registered
To me reincarnation is so real it does not appear to be there. To me, I move through all lives as if they were one. Everyone wants to live forever. Well, we already do. Earlier in this life I thought, if you lived before once, did you live before that? Then, when does it end? I have seen the beginning. In so doing I have seen hundreds if not thousands of my past lives. Then I read the material of others on these pages and the pages of others. The concepts and stories are fantastic. I have never seen any of the really spiritual or spectacular stuff. I just see us moving through time gathering experiences along the way. We face turmoil and we face joy. It seems to me that most cannot simply see what is before them. Most seem to gaze on something in another dimension. To me no one knows what another dimension is.
However, I come here to see what others see. I share so someone here will believe me worthy.
With that, here is a story of the life preceding my present life.
That life began with my death on a small farm somewhere in America. I died as a very young boy in a farm accident. I found myself living somewhere in Germany about 1925. My father was or became a significant Nazi officer. He was a very stern man. I recollect the house I lived in. It was a medium sized house. The word to describe it was sturdy. The house was dark and the sun would burn through the windows lighting only that which it touched. Every plank in the floors would creek when stepped on and all were curled at the edges. The tables, chairs, and my bed were made of turned wood, thick and heavy.
As in all my lives, I was attracted to the highest technology of the time. Therefore, I had studied math and chemistry in school. This was significant for my father, to keep me from going to the front lines to fight in the war, pulled strings and got me a position in a chemical company. While other young men were getting guns, I was twirling test tubes. This sounds fine until one discovers the company was dong research on poison gas. While poison gas was not used in WWII, America, Britain, and Germany continued to develop it in case it was used. Of course, I did not know this at the time.
My demise came one day while testing the movement of gas in the field. The motion of the air suddenly changed and I ran away from a gas cloud. It caught me and I eventually found myself in my present life.
I felt very guilty about what I had done in Germany. When I sought a new life, I picked one, in which I could hide from my past. Apparently, I required a family that stood no chance of greatness and was very German. Well, that is what I got.
There are some interesting side issues here. During this life, I met a man that claims to have known me in several past lives. One was something that happened long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away. There is a scene in Star Wars the end of the first movie. In this scene, many soldiers are lined up in a large hall. The leaders were at the front of the hall. This man claims the scene is real and I was one of the people at the front of the hall. I instantly remembered the incident. However, I was the only one at the front of the hall. It was on a bare stage with a simple table in the middle of the stage. I sat at that table addressing the people in front of me. I wore simple gray clothes and spoke referring to some papers on the table.
He also mentioned he knew me in Germany. I remember the day. Something like a picnic table was placed near the chemical company where I worked. I remember sitting at this table talking to this man. He was Jewish. He said we made an agreement to get together at some later time. This happened in my present life. I traveled to Virginia Beach on the ocean where he lived to see what he wanted to say. Unfortunately, I could not remember what I had promised and my friend decided to drop the whole thing.
Something else unusual is my ability to speak German. I cannot speak the language. I took a year of it in school but had great trouble with it. It was not spoken at home and my grandparents never used it. I can only stumble through a few common phrases. I only do that when a German is around and I want to be cute. When I do, their eyes open wide and exclaim, "You said that perfectly." I had several occasions to go to Europe. One was business and one was on holiday. I stayed in a small tavern in Switzerland where no one spoke English. I used a lot of hand waving to get what I wanted. When I ate at there little café I recognized something that said beans and potatoes. I said to the waiter, "Bonnen und kartofflen bitte." The waiter's eyes got big. He turned and came back with a plate of beans wrapped in bacon and potatoes. When I wanted to go back to my room, I wanted a bottle of water. I said, "Eine flashe of wasser bitte." Again the big eyes and then getting me a bottle of water.
On holiday, I found myself sitting at the back of a theater in a high school. I sat next to an older woman. She said something of which I had no clue. I said, "Ich kann dueche nicht sprechen." (I cannot speak German) Her eyes got big and said (in German), "However, you don't speak it very well."
I have been told by German friends that they know where I came from in Germany based on the way I speak German.
Well, I hope you found all this interesting.
However, I come here to see what others see. I share so someone here will believe me worthy.
With that, here is a story of the life preceding my present life.
That life began with my death on a small farm somewhere in America. I died as a very young boy in a farm accident. I found myself living somewhere in Germany about 1925. My father was or became a significant Nazi officer. He was a very stern man. I recollect the house I lived in. It was a medium sized house. The word to describe it was sturdy. The house was dark and the sun would burn through the windows lighting only that which it touched. Every plank in the floors would creek when stepped on and all were curled at the edges. The tables, chairs, and my bed were made of turned wood, thick and heavy.
As in all my lives, I was attracted to the highest technology of the time. Therefore, I had studied math and chemistry in school. This was significant for my father, to keep me from going to the front lines to fight in the war, pulled strings and got me a position in a chemical company. While other young men were getting guns, I was twirling test tubes. This sounds fine until one discovers the company was dong research on poison gas. While poison gas was not used in WWII, America, Britain, and Germany continued to develop it in case it was used. Of course, I did not know this at the time.
My demise came one day while testing the movement of gas in the field. The motion of the air suddenly changed and I ran away from a gas cloud. It caught me and I eventually found myself in my present life.
I felt very guilty about what I had done in Germany. When I sought a new life, I picked one, in which I could hide from my past. Apparently, I required a family that stood no chance of greatness and was very German. Well, that is what I got.
There are some interesting side issues here. During this life, I met a man that claims to have known me in several past lives. One was something that happened long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away. There is a scene in Star Wars the end of the first movie. In this scene, many soldiers are lined up in a large hall. The leaders were at the front of the hall. This man claims the scene is real and I was one of the people at the front of the hall. I instantly remembered the incident. However, I was the only one at the front of the hall. It was on a bare stage with a simple table in the middle of the stage. I sat at that table addressing the people in front of me. I wore simple gray clothes and spoke referring to some papers on the table.
He also mentioned he knew me in Germany. I remember the day. Something like a picnic table was placed near the chemical company where I worked. I remember sitting at this table talking to this man. He was Jewish. He said we made an agreement to get together at some later time. This happened in my present life. I traveled to Virginia Beach on the ocean where he lived to see what he wanted to say. Unfortunately, I could not remember what I had promised and my friend decided to drop the whole thing.
Something else unusual is my ability to speak German. I cannot speak the language. I took a year of it in school but had great trouble with it. It was not spoken at home and my grandparents never used it. I can only stumble through a few common phrases. I only do that when a German is around and I want to be cute. When I do, their eyes open wide and exclaim, "You said that perfectly." I had several occasions to go to Europe. One was business and one was on holiday. I stayed in a small tavern in Switzerland where no one spoke English. I used a lot of hand waving to get what I wanted. When I ate at there little café I recognized something that said beans and potatoes. I said to the waiter, "Bonnen und kartofflen bitte." The waiter's eyes got big. He turned and came back with a plate of beans wrapped in bacon and potatoes. When I wanted to go back to my room, I wanted a bottle of water. I said, "Eine flashe of wasser bitte." Again the big eyes and then getting me a bottle of water.
On holiday, I found myself sitting at the back of a theater in a high school. I sat next to an older woman. She said something of which I had no clue. I said, "Ich kann dueche nicht sprechen." (I cannot speak German) Her eyes got big and said (in German), "However, you don't speak it very well."
I have been told by German friends that they know where I came from in Germany based on the way I speak German.
Well, I hope you found all this interesting.
