Hello,
I realize I'm very new to this forum but hopefully it's alright for me to go ahead and share what it is I know now about my past life, and the information I'm hoping to gather somehow, sometime in the future. I'm sorry in advance that this is lengthy.
I started having past-life memories when I was four years old, but when I told my parents about them, they praised my vivid imagination or said I was just having nightmares, which was very invalidating and made me feel stupid. I was fourteen when everything sort of mentally collided and I began to really figure out what it all meant.
(I'll warn for this being potentially triggering in discussions of WWII.)
In my previous life I know for certain that I was an 11 year old Japanese girl, living in Hiroshima at the time of the bombing. I attended the Fukuromachi Elementary School which is now used as a peace memorial and part of a museum in Hiroshima. My father was a soldier in the Japanese army, and I'm not quite sure what my mother did, but she was rarely around. I remember my grandmother much more vividly, as well as an older girl (around 19 or 20) who was either my aunt or my sister--I'm not entirely sure which.
I can distinctly remember having a favorite shirt, which was short-sleeved with pink and brown diamond shapes on it. I liked to wear it when I wasn't at school (where I had to wear a uniform).
I was at school at the time the bomb was dropped, and I was badly burned, but not immediately killed. In the nightmare of fear and screaming that followed, I wandered, dazed and confused, watching the exhibition hall burning, too scared and in shock to ask anyone for help. After a while I finally heard a familiar voice--the girl I mentioned, my aunt or my sister--and she grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. We ran and ran until we weren't in Hiroshima anymore.
I was very tired, then, and I don't remember much else. I lived for a while before I died of some type of cancer.
In this life, I've always had a paralyzing fear of airplanes (being on them or just hearing them fly overhead) and sirens of any kind (because they remind me of air raid sirens?), and an unnatural terror that every strange noise I hear outside is a bomb. When I was 15 I started to understand all this, definitely knew I had been Japanese in another life.
When I was 21 I was able to visit Japan, and I went to Hiroshima, where suddenly hundreds of colors and sounds and smells and memories started rushing back to me all at once. I was completely overwhelmed by it all. I knew ALL of those places. I stepped into the Fukuromachi Elementary School and burst into tears before even reading the first museum plaque. It was completely chilling.
There is still so much I want to know. For starters, I hope I can determine:
1. What was my mother like, and why don't I remember her well? Was she even still living?
2. Who was the girl who pulled me through the madness--my aunt or my sister? And even though it's a far stretch, I wonder too if she's alive again somewhere today.
3. How long did I live after the bomb?
4. Most importantly, what was my name?
If you read all this... thank you.
I realize I'm very new to this forum but hopefully it's alright for me to go ahead and share what it is I know now about my past life, and the information I'm hoping to gather somehow, sometime in the future. I'm sorry in advance that this is lengthy.
I started having past-life memories when I was four years old, but when I told my parents about them, they praised my vivid imagination or said I was just having nightmares, which was very invalidating and made me feel stupid. I was fourteen when everything sort of mentally collided and I began to really figure out what it all meant.
(I'll warn for this being potentially triggering in discussions of WWII.)
In my previous life I know for certain that I was an 11 year old Japanese girl, living in Hiroshima at the time of the bombing. I attended the Fukuromachi Elementary School which is now used as a peace memorial and part of a museum in Hiroshima. My father was a soldier in the Japanese army, and I'm not quite sure what my mother did, but she was rarely around. I remember my grandmother much more vividly, as well as an older girl (around 19 or 20) who was either my aunt or my sister--I'm not entirely sure which.
I can distinctly remember having a favorite shirt, which was short-sleeved with pink and brown diamond shapes on it. I liked to wear it when I wasn't at school (where I had to wear a uniform).
I was at school at the time the bomb was dropped, and I was badly burned, but not immediately killed. In the nightmare of fear and screaming that followed, I wandered, dazed and confused, watching the exhibition hall burning, too scared and in shock to ask anyone for help. After a while I finally heard a familiar voice--the girl I mentioned, my aunt or my sister--and she grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. We ran and ran until we weren't in Hiroshima anymore.
I was very tired, then, and I don't remember much else. I lived for a while before I died of some type of cancer.
In this life, I've always had a paralyzing fear of airplanes (being on them or just hearing them fly overhead) and sirens of any kind (because they remind me of air raid sirens?), and an unnatural terror that every strange noise I hear outside is a bomb. When I was 15 I started to understand all this, definitely knew I had been Japanese in another life.
When I was 21 I was able to visit Japan, and I went to Hiroshima, where suddenly hundreds of colors and sounds and smells and memories started rushing back to me all at once. I was completely overwhelmed by it all. I knew ALL of those places. I stepped into the Fukuromachi Elementary School and burst into tears before even reading the first museum plaque. It was completely chilling.
There is still so much I want to know. For starters, I hope I can determine:
1. What was my mother like, and why don't I remember her well? Was she even still living?
2. Who was the girl who pulled me through the madness--my aunt or my sister? And even though it's a far stretch, I wonder too if she's alive again somewhere today.
3. How long did I live after the bomb?
4. Most importantly, what was my name?
If you read all this... thank you.