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p99guy

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Some of my earliest memories of childhood are of the nightmares that came all too often , and lasted into my High School years. Having been born in the early 1960's my Mother , and step dad really never delved into the cause of the termoil. This left me to try to figure out things on my own.
I grew up on farms and ranches, and from the time I was 5 years old I had to dig a foxhole everywhere I lived, including one at my grandparents place, and had my own .22 rifle by age 6, and was quite comfortable with a rifle in my hands.
I was also reading above my age level, and had no use for childrens books.

The day I died, I have placed in the time frame of August 1944, I wasnt part of the D-Day landings and was not around to see the liberation of Paris. I was a U.S. Army 2nd Lt. and was
in southern France walking along a tree lined hard packed dirt road. I was with a roughly platoon size group(36-40 persons)
they were walking in two colums allong the road sides, so as to be able to take cover quickly, and each man was 30ft or so from the one in front of him. I was walking near the center of the roadway talking to 3 soldiers in a gun Jeep that was idling along with me. We saw several P47 thunderbolts fly over us at a couple of hundred feet high. We thought little of it until
we seen them start to circle back....then point thier noses at the lenth of our patrol, in a shallow dive. before I could even
yell "cover" there were bright flashes along the first ones wings as the 8 .50 caliber machineguns each had began to fire.
I remember the dirt being thrown up as the slugs hit the road
I saw a couple of the soldiers mangled before I was hit in the throat and fell beside the drivers side rear wheel of the jeep
I was holding my throat with my left hand as I layed there drifting away.


and to this day I still clutch my throat when I'm stressed or tired. I never felt like I was a Kid when I was a kid, and now at 46 I feel a little bit at a loss..more than a bit of "dang, I never lived this long before, what am I suppost to do now???

It effected my views of religion through out my life, as I went to a Babtist church as a kid of my own accord, but never felt it totally fit.

Im still trying to find the words to desribe it all.
 
Welcome to the forum p99guy,


Thank you for sharing your story with us. :)


Do you still have frequent dreams or memories that occur spontaneously regarding this life?


I find it interesting that you still clutch at your throat - the place you were hit in your last life. Sometimes our bodies hold on to those type of emotional impressions - you might find the thread on Deep Memory Process interesting.


Another good thread you may enjoy reading is Can the soul "Heal" from past life trauma and fear?


Again, welcome. I look forward to reading more of your posts.


Aili
 
No, I don't dream about it any more. There are some situations over time where I have had reactions ,


that made little sense in the context of this life..example,


the first 30 minutes of "Saving Private Ryan" When it came out and I went to the theater to see it..my heart rate went through the roof, and I just about hyperventilated during the beach landing scenes. This would have been expected of a person that had seen combat. But I havent in this life.


I spent 20 years in Law Enforcement, but was never in any situation that would have caused such a reaction to realistically depicted combat.


There have been police training that I was involved in that tactics would come to me out of the blue and it would only apply to a military situation(put the machine gun over there) its something that pops up during stressful situations to this day.


lol It has been intresting to say the least.


Im drawn to things made in the 1940's, and I have the type of firearm that I carried in my last life( M1 carbine) and have used it as a patrol carbine in police work, rather than use newer designs.


Thankfully i'm no longer driven to dig fox holes either.
 
P99guy, welcome to the PLF! From a brother officer too! Your memories are powerful. When did you first place the idea of "reincarnation" into your belief system? Was it a light switch going on or something you innately knew?


I look forward to reading more from you, and thanks for joining us.


Sgt Tinkerman
 
Hi p99guy, welcome to the forum, thanks for sharing your interesting experience. I was just wondering if the finer details like pinpointing the date, and the location, came to you in the dream? Or have you since validated things through research?


Have you ever considered having a past life regression, or meditation to maybe find out some more about who you were? Or are you happy to let the past remain in the past now?


Thanks again for sharing, and I hope you enjoy the other discussions here.


Chris :)
 
Thanks Tinkerman, and ChrisR.


A person isn't really born with a belief system per say. When you are born with something like this, it is your reality. I don't know how long it really takes for a person to realize that, this isnt happening to everybody..but for me the realization began to really sink in about 3rd grade, when I lived in the small town of Stratton Nebr. and would walk down to church services with my friends. While I obviously had no reason to doubt there was something more going on in the universe, I just could'nt shoehorn my experiance into what I was learning in bible school. The older I got the more adrift I became as far as looking to the Church for answers to the meaning of life.


No, it did'nt make me a non believer, I just found that it went further as a set of social controls than it did to answer what I was going through.


Having to sort out, why you can fight better than anybody on the playground, can shoot really well without instruction, and obsessed with all things military, why you would rather hang out with your grandpa and his WW2 buddies than kids your own age were all part of it.


Without help in a situation like this, the answers you come up with don't come from one source, and take quite a while.


The dreams provided me with the basis to study..what I was wearing, what weapon I had, the aircraft type, the size of the group, what I was doing at the time as opposed to what others were doing....and just as importantly, the emotions.


The replayed emotions were just as important to sorting the situation out as the visuals. Bantering with the 3 guys in the jeep....the lack of concern when we saw that the planes were ours (air superiority had been gained by that time) The stark terror when I realized our planes were coming in to attack. I felt responsible for those around me, and there was nothing that could be done for them or me. I died trying to warn others


rather than dive for the ditch. My left arm seemingly was the only one still working ( I couldnt see why) I layed there trying


to close the hole in my throat so I could breath, and I no longer could hear the screams or care about those around me


. In the last moments I didnt hurt, and could no longer hold a thought. I just drifted away.


In the time of the dreams What i did'nt glean was what divisional patch were on the uniforms, but the P47's were still wearing the black and white stripes on the wings and fuselage


that were used as recognition aids starting with the D-Day landings June 6th....that was a help in generally where and when, as they used those stripes for a limited time.


As a adult I have been fortunate to travel to France, Germany, Belguim,England,Scotland, and Luxemburg. I looked for familure things, and to see if being here or there jogged any memory. While i did get an impression that I had been to "Utah" beach...I didnt have the impression that it had been a traumatic experiance.


Paris, well I got the impression that it was a first time visit(never saw the place, and it held no meaning for me) the same with the Bulge battlefields, and Germany...I just was'nt there to see it. Aug or Sept would have made it 18 years exactly till I was born in sept 1962.


I still think about it alot, and still watch for anything oddly familure when I travel.


I have tryed to be regressed one time back in the early 1990's and it was inconclusive at the therepy session...a lot of raw emotions seemed to come out(fear, rapid breathing,weeping), but no visuals of any person/place/or time.


I have allways wanted to go back and see if i could get through that barrier.
 
Welcome and thank you for sharing your memories. Those are very vivid and emotional. You did what I think most soldiers would do - die warning others rather than saving yourself. Do you think any of those other soldiers have returned to you in this life? Were there ones you were close to in the platoon?
 
I have ran into folks that it felt like I knew them "all my life" as they say, and was just picking up where we left off.


As far as being able to recall who my buddies were in that time, I have not so far. It would require additional effort to get to that place.


I have allways felt, mostly in part to what I felt during dangerous situations I had been in as a peace officer, that I had seen combat prior to that day and that I had taken a life.


When I worked in a supervisory capacity, I was adement that I would never ask anyone under me to do something I wouldnt do. More often than not I was allways the first one through the door. I felt that I would rather be the one to get hurt, than one of my guys.


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WW2 Friendly FireI wonder how many of us cops are on this net? I hope you understand how a flow chart for a computer program works. You reach a certain point in the program then make a decision. The result of the decision takes you one of two places in the program where the runstream does more things then another decision... and so on. I've always believed our incarnations are similar to this. Before we are born we select our parents: that we have the best possible preparation for the challenges we wish to encounter in the upcoming life. We lay out the major tasks we wish to encounter and resolve, and certain people who will be encountered in our life that will influence our future. No, we are not simply living out a script and following some preordained inflexible path through life. Those 'goals' are stored deep in the subconscious where we have no conscious recollection of them. But those goals surface at key times to provide motivations to go certain places and do certain things. What we do with our life is our decision: we merely laid it out before coming back down here. Until I was 22 I didn't believe in a 'hereafter'. We simply lived and died; so go for the gusto cause when your gone, your gone. One day I was in a bookstore and was drawn to the section on metaphysics. Why? No telling why, just recall the previous paragraph about certain things happening at certain times. I can't tell you why, but I bought the book "The Third Eye" by T. Lobsang Rampa. I got back to my apartment and looking at the cover wondered why in hell I bought it? I figured 'well I might as well read it'. I sat down and opened the book. About 3:00am the next morning finished it, looked at the ceiling, and exhaled audibly! In less than twelve hours I had gone from a non-believer to believing in life after death, reincarnation, a Supreme Being, and was well on my way to learning more about life. A couple years later I had a life reading with a psychic. There I learned about the life as a robber and several others; including an important one during the last days of Atlantis. The Atlantis life has significantly impacted this life but that's a story for another day. In the mid 80's I did several regressive hypnosis sessions and also learned self hypnosis. I ventured back to the life as a robber and learned more about that. At the same time I had also become a Reserve Policeman with a small department in Northern Calif. Here's where it starts getting interesting.. My father was a Marine Corps pilot in WW2 and Korea. (I would like to talk to James Leininger and see if he knew my Dad in his life as a Navy pilot). My step-dad was with CHP and my Mom was a court clerk. I grew up around law enforcement and had absolutely NO interest in it or anything to do with it.Long story short, one day I went on a ride-along with a friend of mine who was a CHP officer. Actually, I was more interested in seeing what one of those Mustangs would do than in what he did for a living. Well after riding for four hours with my friend: he awoke an "incredible sleeping giant". A friend told me about the local 'Reserve Officer' program so I went to the Sheriff's Office to get information. The Lieutenant I spoke to had absolutely no personality and I could tell I was wasting our time until.... we discovered I went to high school with his wife and brother-in-law. Suddenly a door was opened for me and before I left his office he called the police academy and scheduled me for training in all three levels of Reserve Officer in Calif. I was so enthralled with this new 'job', it turned out I was working full time at my regular job and full time for free with the PD I had gotten on with. Ultimately I made the decision; put myself through the basic police academy, quit my previous job and started my 'second career' as a cop. At this point in my life the psychic occurrances were there but didn't have a real connection. Then, in this new career path, the "supernatural perceptions and insites" I was learning to understand really started to bloom. P99 you talked about vaporlocking over movies like "Saving Pvt Ryan". I, too have had similar things happen. I've watched shows where I had to get up and leave. They triggered subconscious memories that I needed (at that moment in time) to leave repressed. You talk about blind recall of military tactics.. I know what you mean; I did the same thing all the time. I'd just bet that you would encounter seemingly quiet people and the hair would stand on the back of your neck and you would be completely on your guard... and yet you dealt with 'known desperados' and were relaxed. You, and I, had the ability to read them. We could communicate in a way we didn't know or understand with their subconscious. I'll bet I can tell you two more things about yourself: you may have been scared to death while enroute a call for service but once on-scene never had one iota of trouble establishing and controlling the scene regardless of what the situation was and, I'd bet you were like me... you could literally count the number of fights you were involved in, in your career on two hands. You and I would have had one problem though..... I would have 'diplomatically' pointed out the stripes on your arm as I moved you Behind Me when I took us through the door! You Supervise, I "do the job"! (I did get my stripes my last day before retirement. I liked being a Deputy better!)Tinkerman, I think this explains how I came about believing in this; how it came on and considering our lifes work, how I used it to my advantage.I think I'll start a new thread on some of the past lives and ask y'all how you go about verifying people, places and events. And lastly for "alaskanlaughter's" benefit, since p99guy sent his photo, here's mine. Your task: guess where in Southeast it was taken..

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In bad situations I was very intuative, Jokingly called it my radar to friends. i unfortunatley have been in quite a few scuffles, as we were called to them.( i spent 6 of my years with a Hospital District police Dept...so we had to do everything from deal with gang members to out of control mental patients, and help with medical proceedures in the ER.


Such as assist in restraining patients while they inserted chest tubes, or pumped the stomach of a combative overdose.


As far as wanting to fight, or escalating things..heck no! It all pays the same and quiet and boring leaves less aches and pains lol.
 
Thank you both for sharing your memories and how they correlate to this current life.


Was the photo taken in Southeast Alaska? Is that what you meant? If so, right on! I love living in SE AK. :thumbsup:
 
P99guy, welcome to this forum.


I have a suggestion to make: You should get a professional past-life regression. The information I am looking for is your past life name, past life address, and past life military serial number.


Your proposed reincarnation case seems provable to me. If you do come up with your past-life name and military serial number, you could then research whether or not such a solider did serve and die during World War II.


I encourage you to try to prove your reincarnation case. I wish you good luck in doing so.


Respectfully,


Andrewx
 
Welcome to the forum, LotusRacer and p99guy! I know what you mean about the beach landing scene in "Saving Private Ryan." It doesn't bother me to watch shoot-em-up Stallone or Schwarzenegger movies but that scene was particulary realistic and I just couldn't watch it ... though I'm sure my past life combat experience stems from before the past century.
 
Thanks Andrewx and Jody....yes that movie was the first one I ever seen that struck a nerve and caused a physical reaction


It did a great job of convincing my brain that it was right in the middle of a really bad place...adrenaline flowed, breath and heart rate went through the roof.


The mini series "band Of Brothers" were also a very realistic depiction, but thank fully it was shown on the Tv.


I have been to the Battle fields depicted in "BoB" including Bastogne, and Foy Belguim, and to Hitlers Eagles nest in Berchesgaden, And have visited Munich (they call it Munchen)


Im not opposed to pursueing regression further, does anyone know of a good person in the Ft. Worth/Dallas area to "open pandora's box"? I had a meduim one time say to me that I had been here 6 times and had allways been a soldier...I guess I broke the mold in this life by not pursuing a military career despite the intense intrest...and became Police instead


(lol I have appearently lasted longer this time because of that) And I'm happliy married and love puppies and kitties lol
 
Hi p99guy.


I find your feeling of not being a kid even when a kid interesting. I have always felt old--old beyond words...in my case because I have come to realise that I am an Old Soul. However, I wonder if others on the forum have felt old beyond their chronological age...not physically necessarily, but spiritually, emotionally, mentally...
 
Howdy Lights, I found it quite frustrating at times to mentally


be an adult authority figure injected into the body of a child.


Its like a Rodney Dangerfield joke come to life (let me tell ya,


I don't get no respect...no respect at all I tell ya):butbut:
 
I always wanted even uncosciously to reclaim my childhood . This makes sense as I had such short lives for many of my immediate previous lives.


Only one life comes to mind where I felt old. It was a life where I was a leader of a tribe of people. I suppose I felt I could hack the responsibility for the most part. This life I was told my lesson was to learn responsibility from an astrologer and even though she was not right about other things I always resonated with the responsibility part of the reading.


Lights do you feel comfortable taking on responsibility? Or how can you describe how you percieve yourself as old?? How does old feel for you as opposed to being young?
 
p99guy said:
Howdy Lights, I found it quite frustrating at times to mentally
be an adult authority figure injected into the body of a child.


Its like a Rodney Dangerfield joke come to life (let me tell ya,


I don't get no respect...no respect at all I tell ya):butbut:
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I really laughed reading your response to Lights, p99guy.


I know exactly how you felt. :) It is interesting that you mentioned your ability to read above your age level. I had that too, though my mother was teaching me at home before I went to school, I seemed to have no difficulty catching on.


My immediate past life was an officer and I found it endlessly frustrating being bossed about by every adult in sight. Lol!


A friend of mine's son, who is most imperious, and always has been, (We called him 'Stalin is Diapers' - though we don't literally think he was Stalin.) yelled at her once, when he was about 3 'When I come back next time NO ONE is going to make me sit in a car seat!' She was trying to strap him into one of those kiddies' car seats and it seems he felt this well beneath his dignity.
 
Well, I don't think I've ever been afraid or nervous to take on responsibility. I suppose the feelings of being older than myself was that I enjoyd being a child and playing and all--but there was a part of me which would stand back and look at it and that part of me was what felt older. Hope that makes sense.
 
Hi Maxine, yes in first and second grade my favorite magazine was Air classics, and I was requesting hard back books as presents, such as "Log of The Liberators" By Edward Jablanski.


I have to tell you a trial and tribulation of potty training.....


well they didnt get me a chair type, they got what was obviously to me at least....a Helmet. Oh sure it had a little handle like a coffee cup...but it fit my head perfectly so I was in business(helmets are important ya know) and my mom and I used to get into contests of will (you want me to WHAT in my helmet????I swear I have had specific instruction in the past that strongly discuraged doing that.) But as one has to adapt to what bigger stronger beings want you to do....ok I will do it in my helmet, if you will stop the hitting thing (SHeeesh, what a nuthouse)


But I still wore it ,as it was the only helmet I had...thankfully they would wash it out for me though.


As an adult I collect helmets, and nobody makes me...well, you know. lol


Starting life over, is like starting a entry level position at another job after 23 years working some place else. It has its ups and downs.


in school though, I was the self appointed policeman of the school yard...I protected the smaller, weaker kids from the bullies. As a 7th grader, I took on a Senior that was rolling my friend in the snow and humiliating him. In his words describing what happened...he was confused when the senior


crushing his face in the snow "just disappeared". Jimmy looked up after a moment,to see me pinning/then doing the same thing to the bully.


One other thing I notice, to this day is the perception of body size and height,


I don't see myself as 6'3" and heavy set......my perception is I was far more used to being about 5'9" and of meduim build. And would have been happier


in some ways if I had remained that size in this life.
 
Huh?


Your Mom made you pee in, what you took , from p/l terms - to be - a helmet?


I think I need to read this again, tomorrow, . . . sober!


I can see this would be massively distressing, if I am reading this right.:laugh:


My word these 'adults'. No clue!


Reading about Jasmine, it is obvious she is so much better tuned in than all the 'adults', but Angelcat, about her.


That really is the dreadfully offensive side to reincarnation, I must say, 'adults' who are nothing of the sort. People who have forgotten and are all caught up in the world.


I think anyone who is getting these p/l sensitive parents are very lucky. It is much to Carol's credit. Her first book was simple, but heart felt.


I was not disciplined much, as I was tremendously self contained. I did not disobey adults, much, I just THOUGHT things.:cool Being a p/l Prussian helps! I had a tremendous sense of innate discipline. I did not rebel much, but if I did, I MEANT it.


They used to be shocked by me, as they thought I was a 'good little thing'. Normally, but don't push me!


I used an awful word to my father once. Not from my this life vocabulary that I know of, but I was not standing for it. He knocked me down for it. I was about 9. I think he deserved the word to this day.


If you are an older soul the kids are all in the playground of life. Not just as parents. As senior officers, as bank managers, as priests, etc, in ALL sorts of capacities.


A tremendous bore, but that is how it is. Much as I hate the idea, I am not at all maternal or feminine, I think anyone with an older soul down here is basically contracted as a nursery school teacher.


That can work both ways. My 'old soul' friend has had an utter brat. We KNOW he has got past lives, but they are 'Serving girl pass the grapes' sort of past lives, that is how he treats his mother.


I enjoy your posts P99.


Max
 
Lol, yes you were reading correctly. Oh the trials and tribulations on the physical plane of exsistance.


When reading some authors, that contend that everything that happens to us in life ...we signed up for in between lifes, It leaves me contemplating what would have made me "check off that box" in the signup list. (did they get me drunk and hand me a really big crayon to fill in really small /close spaced check boxes?) or was I just mad at my self that day lol.


Do look at the world with as much humor as possible, it seems to help.
 
Maxine, after seaching this is very close to the aforementioned


"helmet", except the 1960's version is plastic. lol, you have to work with what you have.


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