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WWII Past Life

Ehrenbreitstein

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I joined this forum in 2004 but only posted a couple of times before I was shipped off to the Army. I decided to re-join recently and want to introduce myself again. My memoir could be pages and pages long, so I'll try to keep it as short as possible.

I remember a life a life in Germany in which I served in WWI and later in WWII.

Most of my life I've had very strong feelings and thoughts about that time period and for a while I had no idea where they came from. When I discovered the possibility of reincarnation I knew instantly what my life was because I had been having many dreams and daydreams about my past life leading up to that.

I've done many regressions over the years and have had many more dreams, visions, and experiences. Recently I decided to do some actual solid research into what I remembered and I discovered with some difficulty that all the facts I had matched up with a person who actually existed and was not made up in my mind (which I'm sure a lot of us fear). I was then able to match up many other facts and details with the file I had based on this person.

It's so hard talking about this in such a straight-forward manner because it's been such a hard journey for me. I live with the burden and weight of my past life on me every day and I often feel myself sinking into depression when remembering the end of my life. I strongly believe people are not meant to remember for a good reason.

That life had such an impact on me that it carried over into this life. I often feel that the person I was then has bled over so much into this life that who I am now is very much who I was then as well. At a young age I would find myself having thoughts, feelings, and reactions to things that felt very foreign to me at the time. I've learned to integrate it since then and I am now a blend of the old and new but am still very much myself from the past.

It's also very hard for me to let go of the past. I miss that time very much and I miss the life I had. I feel very homesick for Germany all the time and have never quite felt American, but always German at heart. I can't relate to what Germany has become now; I miss the Germany I remember before it was destroyed by war. Old photos, videos, and music will bring about such an uncontrollable emotional reaction in me that it can be overwhelming and crippling. I have a hard time reconciling what is said about Germany and that time period today in society and history books versus my recollections of what it was like then. I find myself reminiscing quite often and thinking that if I was asked to do it all over again, I would.

I served in WW1 when I was fresh out of school, although I have almost no memory of that. The only memory of that period is sitting on a fountain at home in a WWI era uniform. I've had no memory of any sort of combat from that time or the front, even though I was a foot soldier. But in movies and photos, the sights of the trenches often makes me physically queasy and uncomfortable. I think what came later in my life, WWII, completely dwarfed everything else in that life.

I worked in banking until the economy collapse and then later in my father's store. When the Nazi party was coming to power I joined them in 1931 for more economic opportunities. They liked recruiting war vets and war vets were drawn to what they were about. From then on I was into it 100%.

I participated in a lot of military exercises and activities. There were always extracurricular events to attend and badges to be gained. I raced in boats on the Rhine, I raced in sports cars, and drove motorcycles. I drove off-road and participated in sporting events.

After the introductory period of being a recruit, I was made an officer because of my veteran status, abilities, and age. When I worked it was to organize and administrate. We attended yearly rallies in Nuremberg and Munich as well as many other events. We often worked with the police to help guard and police.
 
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When the war broke out. People I worked with started to voluntarily enlist in the Wehrmacht and other organizations to go to war. At that point I was working full time at the office in my hometown and so when they started conscripting people as well, I wasn't called up. It's not that I didn't want to, but they also needed people like me and I felt my job was important.


The war years were rough. When the bombing raids started, we had to organize efforts to respond to areas that were hit to search for injured people and pull dead bodies out of wreckage. We also had to organize guards for important buildings, events, and other things and we continued to work closely with the police and intelligence to help them with their duties.


I worked a lot and I didn't have a lot of time for my wife and I know she was pretty unhappy about this. I didn't get the feeling that we were really completely in love, it's just that at the point when I started nearing my 40's it was "strongly suggested" that I needed to get married. Bachelorhood wasn't really looked upon favorably. They wanted everyone to have families to create more soldiers and a larger population in general. I had known her already for ten years at that point because both of our families were close. Eventually my wife had a baby. My paperwork had room for twelve children total.


Sometime in '44 I had orders to transfer to Berlin. War was increasing the attrition rate and many units were being disbanded and consolidated together. It just got worse and worse as time went on. I absolutely did not want to go to Berlin. I left my wife and child behind. I didn't want them to come with me. It would be the last time I ever saw them.


Things went to hell quickly and we kept hearing horror stories from the eastern front about the cruelty and brutality of the Russians. The Volkssturm was created to muster every last civilian who could fight: even old men and children. I ended up having to help organize some units with the help of other military personnel.


When the Russians were upon us, I found myself fighting along side some kid who looked like he was only 15. How different things were for him than they were for me at his age and in WW1. We found ourselves joining up with Wehrmacht forces and even Waffen SS when units were becoming decimated. I have vivid memories of the last group of men I battled with, the 15 year old kid by my side. When things were at an end we left each other to go our own ways, some surely went to surrender, while others like myself committed suicide. I remember taking my ring off and throwing it in one of the rivers because I didn't want anyone else to have it. I died alone in the ruins of an apartment building.


I committed suicide because I could not face what was to come. Most of us thought surely we would be tortured and most likely killed at the hands of the Russians anyway. I also could not face what happened to my country and what it was going to become after we had lost. I thought suicide would be an escape from this all, but it was not because I am here now and I remember.


I have gone through life often thinking that I was being punished because I had wanted to escape and it was like some cruel joke that I could not and I was made to remember my loss every day and face our defeat over and over. I cannot watch movies or documentaries that show the downfall of Germany and Berlin in particular because it is just still so painful for me.


I no longer think that I am being punished. I do think I am here for a reason though and remember what I do for a reason. I am trying to follow my soul's path and learn the lessons I need to in this life and perhaps finish what I could not in that life. Even though almost every day is still very painful for me I am trying to find things that I love about life now and cherish them like I did in my life back then.


When I listen to beautiful music now I am reminded of the haunting operas of Wagner and the compositions of Schubert; when I see stunning art now I am reminded of the majestic art in that time which depicted the classics of legend like Siegfried and Parsifal; when I appreciate the beauty of nature now, I am reminded of sitting on a hill overlooking the magnificence of the Rhine and the green valley down below; when I appreciate life now in the people, animals, and every moment, I am reminded of how I cherished all those in that life too and to cherish them now even more.
 
Thank you for this story. I'm glad you came back after a long absence. If I had not been killed in 1918 I would now be the same age as my grandfathers, about 115.
 
ZeonChar,


Thank you for sharing your story - very compelling reading. How were you able to obtain all of that detail? Can you identify exactly WHO you were back then?


A number of months ago, I had a very vivid dream recollection of life as a German officer fighting in the trenches in the early part of WW1 (probably about 1915). If true, I didn't survive that conflict, because I have an even firmer conviction that I flew as an RAF/USAAF pilot in WW2. However, I have always had a huge interest in the rise of Nazism in Germany during the inter-war years, and the decline of the Weimar Republic. Unlike yourself, I watch documentaries on the collapse of Germany at the end of WW2 with rapt fascination. I suspect that part of me that fought and died in the trenches in WW1 still seeks some understanding of what the country he loved became in the twenty-five years that followed his death. How it was possible?
 
ZeonChar, Thanks so much for sharing your story. Now I would also echo Arrant's questions above. Wishing You the Best!
 
Xeonchar, while your analysis and research into your past life is truly remarkable, I am struck by your greater view into the purpose of your being able to find it...I find the positive manner in which you face such human pain and tragedy, combined with your decision not to see it as retribution to be tremendously uplifting. It seems to me this is a gift enabling greater understanding. Thank you for sharing your experience and it's meaning to you.
 
Your account sounds credible and you've done a great job piecing it together. I can sense and understand the emotions you're describing. Thanks for posting it.
 
argonne1918 said:
Thank you for this story. I'm glad you came back after a long absence. If I had not been killed in 1918 I would now be the same age as my grandfathers, about 115.
I would have been 117. No way I'm living that long!
 
Arrant said:
ZeonChar,
Thank you for sharing your story - very compelling reading. How were you able to obtain all of that detail? Can you identify exactly WHO you were back then?
Most of the details have come from collecting evidence over the last 10 years (edit: actually, it will be going on 19 years now). When I found my file, I found a couple of things I didn't know about as well.


I found out exactly who I was, but I already had a name, rank, and other info to go on. Finding myself was difficult because I was not a well-known person, just an average guy (well, maybe a bit above-average). What also made it more difficult was that my birth name was different than the one I went by officially later in life, meaning in regressions I heard my birth name but in official documents I would be listed by my nickname.


But I knew I had certain awards and so I came across a list with names for an award and found the person I was sure was me. Thankfully, the Nazis kept some records and so I was able to obtain my file and confirm my birth name and other details I already knew. I also just knew when I looked at the picture because I already had an image of what I looked like in my head and the picture fit exactly, and on top of that, I was surprised to learn it looked a lot like me in this life! As a test, I sent the picture to a couple of friends saying I was doing some genealogy research and they all asked if we were related because we looked so much alike.


Of course, being able to confirm yourself like that opens a whole new can of worms because suddenly everything just seems so much more real. The whole past life thing suddenly has a tremendous impact. It was even harder confirming that I had a child. I already suspected I had, but actually seeing it on paper was an emotional blow to me. All I could think about was if she was OK? Had she made it through the war? Did she live a happy and healthy life? Did she die? It's really hard to think about.

A number of months ago, I had a very vivid dream recollection of life as a German officer fighting in the trenches in the early part of WW1 (probably about 1915). If true, I didn't survive that conflict, because I have an even firmer conviction that I flew as an RAF/USAAF pilot in WW2. However, I have always had a huge interest in the rise of Nazism in Germany during the inter-war years, and the decline of the Weimar Republic. Unlike yourself, I watch documentaries on the collapse of Germany at the end of WW2 with rapt fascination. I suspect that part of me that fought and died in the trenches in WW1 still seeks some understanding of what the country he loved became in the twenty-five years that followed his death. How it was possible?
Hmm, that pretty interesting that you fought as a German in WW1 and then switched over to an English RAF or USAAF pilot in WWII. I guess reincarnation just works like that. Maybe you wanted to experience the other side of things? Maybe you knew what was coming to Germany and didn't want to be involved in it? I know of people who remember a life in WWI who died and then reincarnated in the same country and fought in WWII. Fascinating stuff.
 
ZeonChar said:
I found out exactly who I was, but I already had a name, rank, and other info to go on. Finding myself was difficult because I was not a well-known person, just an average guy (well, maybe a bit above-average).
This is how you know you were not making it up.

ZeonChar said:
Thankfully, the Nazis kept some records and so I was able to obtain my file and confirm my birth name and other details I already knew. I also just knew when I looked at the picture because I already had an image of what I looked like in my head and the picture fit exactly, and on top of that, I was surprised to learn it looked a lot like me in this life! As a test, I sent the picture to a couple of friends saying I was doing some genealogy research and they all asked if we were related because we looked so much alike.
Have you read the book called "Soul Survivor" about James Leninger? There are many similarities to your story. His parents had to contact the Pentagon and have his file declassified. His file verified several statements that he had made. He met the veterans he served with in WWII and they all said he looked just like Jim Huston, his previous self. His parents posted photos of their son James side by side with Jim Huston. It was uncanny. Same facial features, etc. I'll find the link to the blog and add it here. The pictures are at the very end. There is also a video of James Leninger in the video archive section here in the forum.
 
If you committed suicide, ZeonChar, it makes sense that you are haunted by the past now. It confirms everything I have read on the subject. If a life ends that way, you have to deal with the same issues again. Your account was one of the best I have read about Germany. It was like being there.
 
argonne1918 said:
Have you read the book called "Soul Survivor" about James Leninger? There are many similarities to your story. His parents had to contact the Pentagon and have his file declassified. His file verified several statements that he had made. He met the veterans he served with in WWII and they all said he looked just like Jim Huston, his previous self. His parents posted photos of their son James side by side with Jim Huston. It was uncanny. Same facial features, etc.
I actually got around to reading this book about a month ago. It had been on my "to read" list for years. I really enjoyed it. He had such a fascinating case and so much information! It's also amazing that he didn't forget everything like most kids do around age five or six.


I also was able to identify a lot with what he was going through in that book. I found many similarities to things I had been through and James' experiences. I remember the part of the book where he goes to the airplane museum with his dad and absolutely won't leave the WWII plane section, that is how I felt when I saw something about Nazi Germany. I was really drawn to it in ways I can't describe, and yet the whole scenario was being described in the book, just with a different person over a different interest.


I'm thankful that the American and German government declassified the Nazi files as well, otherwise I would have been out of luck.


I wonder why some people look like they did in the past? I wonder what that process is and the reasoning behind it, if any? I used to think this was just a coincidence and fluke type thing, but I've seen too many cases lately that point to many people who look like their past selves so I am becoming convinced.
 
BriarRose said:
If you committed suicide, ZeonChar, it makes sense that you are haunted by the past now. It confirms everything I have read on the subject. If a life ends that way, you have to deal with the same issues again. Your account was one of the best I have read about Germany. It was like being there.
Thank you, BriarRose. Something I strive for is to help people realize that we, the Germans, were people too. It's too easily to vilify people now, especially after the fact and with the war becoming ever more distant from us.


It's something I also struggle with in this life as well, to realize that the Russians were also people doing what they thought was best for them, whether I agree with it or not. I easily could have been one of them if my reincarnation circumstances had been different. I think I am dealing with this in my own way as my significant other who came into my life one day out of the blue is Russian and Jewish. I get to learn a lot about their culture that I didn't know about and to appreciate it and see the humanity that I might not have before hand. I firmly believe we were put in each other's path for a reason and had an instant soul-mate attraction.
 
ZeonChar said:
I actually got around to reading this book about a month ago. It had been on my "to read" list for years. I really enjoyed it. He had such a fascinating case and so much information! It's also amazing that he didn't forget everything like most kids do around age five or six.
I also was able to identify a lot with what he was going through in that book. I found many similarities to things I had been through and James' experiences. I remember the part of the book where he goes to the airplane museum with his dad and absolutely won't leave the WWII plane section, that is how I felt when I saw something about Nazi Germany. I was really drawn to it in ways I can't describe, and yet the whole scenario was being described in the book, just with a different person over a different interest.


I'm thankful that the American and German government declassified the Nazi files as well, otherwise I would have been out of luck.


I wonder why some people look like they did in the past? I wonder what that process is and the reasoning behind it, if any? I used to think this was just a coincidence and fluke type thing, but I've seen too many cases lately that point to many people who look like their past selves so I am becoming convinced.
Hi... I am new to the forum and I was shocked to read this very first post. My neighbor was James Huston's sister, Anne Barron. She verified James Leininger's story. She said there were facts about the family he could not have known. I will go back and read your story.


Wow... your story is truly amazing.
 
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Janey said:
Hi... I am new to the forum and I was shocked to read this very first post. My neighbor was James Huston's sister, Anne Barron. She verified James Leininger's story. She said there were facts about the family he could not have known. I will go back and read your story.
Wow... your story is truly amazing.
O M G! How is Anne? She is in her 90's now. She said in the book, I think, that when her brother was killed she felt his presence in the room before she got the news that he had died.
 
ZeonChar said:
I wonder why some people look like they did in the past? I wonder what that process is and the reasoning behind it, if any? I used to think this was just a coincidence and fluke type thing, but I've seen too many cases lately that point to many people who look like their past selves so I am becoming convinced.
Until I joined this forum, I'd always assumed that one's physical appearance changed from lifetime to lifetime, especially if we incarnate as the opposite sex. After all, we have different earth parents each lifetime, and the mix of genes we are given changes from life to life. However, given the number of stories I've read on here where physical features remain very similar over multiple lifetimes, perhaps that isn't so? Which is a shame, because I'm quite slightly built, and was hoping to be a bit broader next time round...


Oh well!
 
Arrant said:
However, given the number of stories I've read on here where physical features remain very similar over multiple lifetimes, perhaps that isn't so? Which is a shame, because I'm quite slightly built, and was hoping to be a bit broader next time round...
It may only be the face that stays the same. James Leninger is 14 or 15 now. I wonder how he physically compares to James Huston at that age as far as height, weight, etc. I have not read anywhere on whether Leninger's eyes are the same color as Huston's. Anne would be the only one who knows. The photos of Huston are all black and white. Maybe it's in the military records somewhere.
 
From what I've read, the similarities are in facial features, and the eyes - not body build, or coloring. I was told by a man as wise as a visiting angel, that children select their parents, not the other way around. Perhaps, one of the factors in the selection is a quick DNA scan, so we will get an appearance that fits the criteria we need, or feel comfortable with. I wonder if the physical resemblance tends to appear when the previous life ended abruptly?


Welcome, Janey. What a coincidence that Ms. Huston was your neighbor. The old saw, "Nothing is a coincidence" probably applies.


Zeon, I try not to demonize war-time Germans, but it has always been really hard for me. I have to try to understand and accept Russians also. Sometimes, my intellect tells me that disliking people for things that happened during the war is unfair and irrational, but the instinct says something else. It helps that I have known some kind, wonderful German people who participated in the war against their wills, and people like yourself with stories to tell on the forum. I imagine a lot of souls changed nationality after the war, so they could try life as the "enemy". I doubt that your Russian, Jewish partner being in your life is an accident. To my mind, this is how we learn.
 
Janey said:
Hi... I am new to the forum and I was shocked to read this very first post. My neighbor was James Huston's sister, Anne Barron. She verified James Leininger's story. She said there were facts about the family he could not have known. I will go back and read your story.
Wow... your story is truly amazing.
Thank you!


I read in the book how they talked about a lot of things other people wouldn't know about. It must have been hard for Anne but also kind of a relief to see her brother again in this life. All the best to her.
 
argonne1918 said:
O M G! How is Anne? She is in her 90's now. She said in the book, I think, that when her brother was killed she felt his presence in the room before she got the news that he had died.
Anne died about a year ago. Yes, she said she felt his presence the day he was killed. She has a daughter, Leslie that I have spoken to a couple of times and she also believes it is absolutely true. It was great closure for them because they didn't know where his plane went down until "little James" showed them.


The program 20-20 came up here to film the show. We live in the Santa Cruz Mountains.
 
Janey said:
The program 20-20 came up here to film the show. We live in the Santa Cruz Mountains.
That's wonderful to hear! Thank you for sharing with us. The Santa Cruz mountains are beautiful. I life fairly close by now and know a family who lives up there. I love visiting there whenever I can. My first date with my soul mate was actually up there. When I lived in Monterey I would often drive over the 17 as well. It must have been a nice place for Anne to spend the rest of her life.


The Soul Survivor book has also been impactful on me and my PL journey. I'm glad Anne was able to get some closure.
 
Hi ZeonChar


You mentioned being at rallies - do you have any PL memories of being at one of the big ones, and any subjective experiences on what did you feel, think, how did you perceive what was happening, overall experience from your point of view? I have a little on the topic, and it would be interesting to compare.


Demi
 
My memories of the rallies have been very short snippets here and there, so I don't have a lot of information to give you, but I will tell you what I can.


One of my very first memories about the rallies was being in a large field like a staging area and it was filled with tons and tons of military personnel getting ready for a parade procession. I was with my "platoon" or "Truppen" of men, maybe around 25-35 men total. I think I must have been a recruit at this time or provisional. We all wore round black hats that were straight on the sides and had a chin strap. I remember having a really young friend there who was probably around 20, he had dark brown hair and a gap between his front teeth. I know because he was always smiling and laughing and his smile was really infectious. Later I would have another memory about sitting with this man in a Kantine and he's grinning at me with that same infectious smile. I believe his name was Erich.


I also have a couple of memories of Nuremberg streets in particular. Marching down the street probably for one of the Party Day rallies as Hitler inspects the procession. I remember being on the outside of the procession as we pass him. Being there in Nuremberg is probably one of the most amazing and indescribable experiences I can remember. The first time I saw the streets of Nuremberg again in this life it really affected me greatly. The familiarity and wistful reminiscence I felt was so incredibly strong. When I look at old color photos of those crowded cobblestone streets lines with crowds of people it makes me incredibly nostalgic and overwhelmed with emotion to a point where I've burst into tears before. The feeling is so powerful and overwhelming to me. Mostly it is the longing for that time again because it was such a happy time for me and a lot of other people I knew. The way the crowds treated us was pretty amazing as there was so much admiration and joy pouring forth from them as they screamed and cheered for us. Later on in the war years I would get a much different reaction from people. I remember cold stares that were a mile long from people who blamed me for all the misfortunes that befell us.
 
Another reaction I get is towards the Feldherrnhalle in the Odeonsplatz in Munich. I know that the Munich rallies for the martyrs of the Reich culminated there and new members were sworn in each years from provisional status. Before I knew any of this information the first time I saw it I had a very visceral gut reaction and deja vu as I stood there in the square. The feelings washing over me were extremely powerful in relation to Munich.


Going back to Nuremberg, my latest memory was of sitting in the hall there, I believe it was Luitpold Hall. I am sitting at the edge of the aisle in the middle watching a ceremony take place on the stage where someone is being presented with an award for excellent service. The crowd was pretty packed is all I can remember and I was irritated that I wasn't on stage receiving an award.


I also have a very extreme reaction to the "Cathedral of Lights" setup by Albert Speer there at the Nuremberg grounds. I remember how packed it was that night and how loud and excited the crowds of people were. It was really quite a spectacle I can't even begin to describe. I remember wandering the crowds and could see the shadows of people backlit by the towering lights to where you could just make out the figures in the crowd.


I have another memory of preparing for an event like a rally or parade. I had to put on special dress uniform items that weren't normally worn. I went to an apartment in the city to help one of the officers who was over me. He had a couple of other men from our Sturmbann there also preparing. I didn't bring my dress items with me but he had an extra set to give me and he was polished quite immaculately with a gleaming round belt buckle that was silver with an underlying hint of gold.


Overall, the excitement of the rallies were some of the best memories I have. They are only small fragments, but I am considering meditating on them more in the future, even though I think they do not really offer much insight into issues I may have been having in that life spiritually. They always do seem to be cropping up so maybe there is something more there?


I'm interested in hearing your experiences with the rallies and parades, Demi.
 
ZeonChar said:
Overall, the excitement of the rallies were some of the best memories I have. They are only small fragments, but I am considering meditating on them more in the future, even though I think they do not really offer much insight into issues I may have been having in that life spiritually. They always do seem to be cropping up so maybe there is something more there?
That's a pretty interesting idea, actually. Never thought to look into the little memories and interests of past lives that actually make me feel good. Maybe they won't help with the issues that are around due to the traumas of that lifetime, but why not go looking into them anyways? It's the happy moments of this life that make it special, why not approach a past one similarly. I really like that, I'll try it too. If they're cropping up, no reason not to look into them.
 
Oh, your experiences are pretty detailed. Do you know which military/organizational branch you were?


I recognize the positive feeling you mention. I have just a few experiences. I am going to post them on my thread.


Demi
 
I remember being in the Allgemeine SS and then the Volkssturm towards the end.


I will read your memories of the rallies as well as it is interesting to see another perspective from someone who was there.
 
That would make sense if you were a WW1 vet. The Volkssturm was the oldest as well as the youngest kids from HJ. Do you know if someone were in either HJ, SS, SD, SS-TV, Gestapo, Police etc. could they avoid being sent to the front when their drafting year was up (1941 for someone born in 1922)? From what I have seen that did not happen until 1944, but Fritz was born in 1922. Instead, in these years I have seen him being at some camp, receiving some police training, if it's the same life I am seeing, which I think it is given the clues (will post more experiences soon...)


Demi
 
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