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Since i remember, i had always a big interest about WW2, as a very young age, always liked to seeWW2 movies, especially if they were related or had airplanes on it…
I learned to do paper planes, before i even learned to write. And it is here, that i think i started to build, and join the puzzle pieces.
As i said, at age of 4/5 i literaly destroyed every sketchbook on making paper planes, i even cut ailerons, and a rudder, to make the paper plane fly higher and longer, but what i enjoyed most, was set fire on it, and watch while it flew on fire, and see the smoke trail... and then i started to simulate atacks on boats, and put them on fire also... of course, my mother didn´t like this...
I remember, when someone gave me a golden metalic eagle with the wings wide open... it seemed like it was from a flag banner, and i remember that i reacted like if someone gave me a full box of toys... i still have this, somewhere at my parents house.
When i went to primary school, the teacher, at first day, asked everyone, what they wanted to be when they grew up. And most of the kids said the usual, firefighter, nurse, policeman, etc. It was my turn to answer... i said something like this... “ I want to be a airplane pilot, those of a single person only, with a wheel in front (propeller) and a black cross painted on the wings” i was very specific...
I grew up, always with this obsession, and always interested in everything related to ww2 history, and started to realise that i liked one specific plane. The Bf109, and started to question myself: “why do i like the bad guys planes? ” “the Spitfire is a cute plane too... why don´t I like this, instead of the bad guys planes?” “why didn´t the Bf109 had a rearview mirror like the Spitfire?”
My obsession continued and became stronger... i knew that i wanted to be a Pilot... but life didn´t allowed me to accomplish my dream... i had an accident, and because of that, my dream was irremediable lost... at age of 10, telling me that... “Sorry kid... it´s impossible for you to pass in medical exams to be a pilot” but i continued with this obsession, at least with airplanes, WW2 planes, and started a hobby: building plastic ww2 models, but now i see that i mostly build specific airplanes, like i was again building some sort of puzzle... of course the Bf109, the British Bomber Avro Lancaster, Blenheim bomber, and Hurricanes, one day i suddenly said to myself “i want to build a Battleship!” but again it must be a specific battleship, and i did so...but later i knew that i built wrongly the “Right” Ship... and when done i played with them, a battle scene, and set on fire the battleship... i now know that i was mimic a battle scene...
I grew up, and forgot this… but i began to question a lot of things:
“Why are we here, what´s the purpose, is there something else?, the world is to complex, to be just this… and started to hear, and read some theories, and to me, reincarnation was a very valid theory... again, i forgot this, even the obcession about planes, only triggered again when i saw ww2 movies.
In 2006, i don´t know why... i started to think... “what if, in my past life i was a WW2 fighter pilot?”, and started to search for pilots info, “RAF,USAF pilots” but nothing. Then one day, in this search, i was directed to a page of the luftwaffe pilots, and appeared in front of me, a picture of a german pilot... i think that i was hypnotized, i stayed several minutes looking at it. it seemed that he was looking back at me, right into my eyes. “it was weird”
Then i started to read about him, and i realized that he was a pilot from a squadron responsible to protect a german battleship, that failled to acomplish that task. To me this was the end of the puzzle.
Even thought, i kept thinking that, didn´t prove anything, so i kept searching, and sarted to research about reincarnation, and read the Brian Weiss book, many lives, many masters. (i read all of his books). And i realised that it was possible, to try to remember past lives with a auto regression session, using the brian weiss cd.
I did that... and what i saw, “stood me” at that specific time, but still didn´t prove me that it was me.
1st Auto Regression:
I was in a crowd, in front of an imponent bulding, like a palace, and there was one man in a brown uniform (but there was no sound), but i know that he was speaking or yelling to the crowd. I know that it was in 1930´s in Berlin. But i can´t find that building...
2nd Auto Regression:
I was in a high altitude, looking to the right, to the horizon, the sun was raising, and the light was reflecting on a river, giving it a golden reflection in the water (again no sound), it was in fact a beautiful morning... I thougth like... “So beautiful...” and sudently i roll over.
3rd and last:
I was inside a “metalic box” the image was black and white, and faded, and spinning. the metalic box... was the interior of an Me262 cockpit...
Now, I fall a sleep every time that try to do a regression again...
Regards.
Paulo
I learned to do paper planes, before i even learned to write. And it is here, that i think i started to build, and join the puzzle pieces.
As i said, at age of 4/5 i literaly destroyed every sketchbook on making paper planes, i even cut ailerons, and a rudder, to make the paper plane fly higher and longer, but what i enjoyed most, was set fire on it, and watch while it flew on fire, and see the smoke trail... and then i started to simulate atacks on boats, and put them on fire also... of course, my mother didn´t like this...
I remember, when someone gave me a golden metalic eagle with the wings wide open... it seemed like it was from a flag banner, and i remember that i reacted like if someone gave me a full box of toys... i still have this, somewhere at my parents house.
When i went to primary school, the teacher, at first day, asked everyone, what they wanted to be when they grew up. And most of the kids said the usual, firefighter, nurse, policeman, etc. It was my turn to answer... i said something like this... “ I want to be a airplane pilot, those of a single person only, with a wheel in front (propeller) and a black cross painted on the wings” i was very specific...
I grew up, always with this obsession, and always interested in everything related to ww2 history, and started to realise that i liked one specific plane. The Bf109, and started to question myself: “why do i like the bad guys planes? ” “the Spitfire is a cute plane too... why don´t I like this, instead of the bad guys planes?” “why didn´t the Bf109 had a rearview mirror like the Spitfire?”
My obsession continued and became stronger... i knew that i wanted to be a Pilot... but life didn´t allowed me to accomplish my dream... i had an accident, and because of that, my dream was irremediable lost... at age of 10, telling me that... “Sorry kid... it´s impossible for you to pass in medical exams to be a pilot” but i continued with this obsession, at least with airplanes, WW2 planes, and started a hobby: building plastic ww2 models, but now i see that i mostly build specific airplanes, like i was again building some sort of puzzle... of course the Bf109, the British Bomber Avro Lancaster, Blenheim bomber, and Hurricanes, one day i suddenly said to myself “i want to build a Battleship!” but again it must be a specific battleship, and i did so...but later i knew that i built wrongly the “Right” Ship... and when done i played with them, a battle scene, and set on fire the battleship... i now know that i was mimic a battle scene...
I grew up, and forgot this… but i began to question a lot of things:
“Why are we here, what´s the purpose, is there something else?, the world is to complex, to be just this… and started to hear, and read some theories, and to me, reincarnation was a very valid theory... again, i forgot this, even the obcession about planes, only triggered again when i saw ww2 movies.
In 2006, i don´t know why... i started to think... “what if, in my past life i was a WW2 fighter pilot?”, and started to search for pilots info, “RAF,USAF pilots” but nothing. Then one day, in this search, i was directed to a page of the luftwaffe pilots, and appeared in front of me, a picture of a german pilot... i think that i was hypnotized, i stayed several minutes looking at it. it seemed that he was looking back at me, right into my eyes. “it was weird”
Then i started to read about him, and i realized that he was a pilot from a squadron responsible to protect a german battleship, that failled to acomplish that task. To me this was the end of the puzzle.
Even thought, i kept thinking that, didn´t prove anything, so i kept searching, and sarted to research about reincarnation, and read the Brian Weiss book, many lives, many masters. (i read all of his books). And i realised that it was possible, to try to remember past lives with a auto regression session, using the brian weiss cd.
I did that... and what i saw, “stood me” at that specific time, but still didn´t prove me that it was me.
1st Auto Regression:
I was in a crowd, in front of an imponent bulding, like a palace, and there was one man in a brown uniform (but there was no sound), but i know that he was speaking or yelling to the crowd. I know that it was in 1930´s in Berlin. But i can´t find that building...
2nd Auto Regression:
I was in a high altitude, looking to the right, to the horizon, the sun was raising, and the light was reflecting on a river, giving it a golden reflection in the water (again no sound), it was in fact a beautiful morning... I thougth like... “So beautiful...” and sudently i roll over.
3rd and last:
I was inside a “metalic box” the image was black and white, and faded, and spinning. the metalic box... was the interior of an Me262 cockpit...
Now, I fall a sleep every time that try to do a regression again...
Regards.
Paulo
If it was fantasy, then it should follow from one sequential event to another. When shifts and jumps happen there is no time to plan, plot, create, or devise the shift. It is sudden - without warning and is just as detailed as the experience I was in previously.
