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Around this time in April I feel a bit odd ever since I started having memory recall of my life as Manfred. And for those of you who don’t know who Manfred was – I was a Prussian, aka German, pilot during the First World War. I was essentially shot down on this day of April in 1918. The difficult parts about this death is that the history books do not record it correctly, I did not complete my mission, and I missed out on having a happy life with most most recently wed to bride. History also does not record that either. Although I do know that I was married in Bavaria and know the marriage number. They won’t release a copy of the certificate.
So the history books show or speculate that I was shot down and died, but the truth of the matter was that the plane got hit as well as my right elbow and I was forced to land. I was injured but I survived only to be shot in the back by three men dressed in what I believe were French uniforms. This is curious because supposedly there was not supposed to be French troops in the area at the time where I crash landed the plane near a row of large bushes. I was waiting for enemy troops to arrive, so I was looking in the direction I was expecting them, which was opposite of where these guys came from. Yes, I was nervous and a bit scared since ground troops had a bad reputation for treating pilots on both sides poorly. As aviators, who understood the dangers of aerial combat – we often tried to get to our “prey” before the ground troops did. These assholes who came out of the bushes basically shot at an unarmed man who was waiting to surrender. I dived down to the ground hence the strange placement of the wounds in my body – the experts never consider this option – and I proceeded to lie on the ground while my attackers came over and kicked at me. I think they kicked me in the face as well as other places. Curiously, the last person I saw while alive was the kindly face of a dark haired man who I believe was Scottish.
Then there is the mission, which I have no proof of what so ever. Kaiser Wilhelm wanted to end the war and he needed someone to take a message to the other side. My memories of the conversation with him are still somewhat repressed probably because they don’t match what we have been taught during this lifetime, but he wanted the war to end. For some reason he felt that he could not trust someone within his own advisory group. I don’t think he knew who it was. It was like someone or a group of people were working against him. He wanted the war to end as a stalemate. He wanted the Americans to help – not to win the war – but make it end. I was given documents and money, which the historians have mentioned in books, but the documents from the Kaiser have not surfaced except a friend came across some special items in one of the universities in England. She did not know what she had come across and then suddenly these documents were hidden away from access.
Part of the arrangements to get me safely behind enemy lines was coordinated with an old military group that had gone underground several hundred years ago and did not have any allegiances to any government or religious group. Their role in the war was to save the lives of the innocent and try to get the war to end. Their members were amongst the nationalities that were involved in the war. Unknown to me several of my pilots were members of this group and they may have been considering me as a possible ally or new member. At least I would have hoped they would have had me on the list to consider for membership. I believe that Roy Brown and the pilot that I pretended to chase after were either members or sympathetic to their mission. They were to act as an escort. Unfortunately the ground troops got involved in our little show and my plane was damaged along with my right elbow.
Lastly, my marriage to Werner Voss’s younger sister Margret was not to be enjoyed this lifetime. It is something that I regret. I finally found someone who was right for me. This is also a point of contention with the historians. I even had one say to me that he did not care if what I wrote to him about was the truth – he was going to publish and write what he wanted to say regardless of what really happened. This hits me to the very core of my being in that I think that professionals should uphold a higher standard. They should do what is right. Historians are supposed to be preservers of the past, of what really truthfully happened, and not what someone wants to say what happened. We learn nothing from those kind of lies.
Yes, I am idealist. And everyday I look in the mirror and wonder why I should remain one.
A friend with past life recall had a dream the other night about the First World War….
He emailed me thinking that it was such an awful dream hoping that it is was just a bad dream and not a memory. He dreamed that a French speaking military force destroyed a French speaking village (that had a different accent) and that the villagers came to us – the German airfield for help. I know that accidents do occur in war time, but he assured me that it was done on purpose with great malice.
Then I started to have the memory flashes.
An overcast day – it’s hard to tell what time it is – I feel like I am standing next to one of the buildings at the airbase and am looking westwards and people are showing up. There is a perplexed feeling in my mind as this is something I have not experienced before. I see a man about late forties with salt and pepper hair – lots of white – with a thick mustache wearing civilian clothes, dress pants, dress shirt, a vest, no jacket and he tells me something and pointing in the direction of where I am looking. I can see in the distance fields and canal systems, some rows of bushes along the small canals – these are for irrigation – and the guy is telling me something and I see a teenage light haired female in a light colored dress that is not long and she is walking this way with something in her arms and she looks miserable and dirty. And there are others… They all look like they are covered in light dust.
They are akin to zombies covered in dust and the emotional feeling from them is despair and extreme shock. As a commander of a military base that is supposed to be their enemy in this conflict – I am perplexed as to what to do. These are civilians. These are just regular people that have been attacked by forces that are supposed to be on their side – whatever that means. There is often a feeling that the war doesn’t make any sense, and this certainly is one of those situations.
I shared this description with my friend and it matches what he recalls. He recalls going immediately to the village to help find survivors. He took a rifle and found a small enemy force there committing atrocities to the villagers. He said that he eventually ended up in hand to hand combat with some of these enemy soldiers. (He had been Karl Emil Schaefer and certainly had a reputation for being a man of action.)
I later asked another friend who was my younger brother, Lothar, during the war and was also a pilot under my command if he recalled any such situation to which he replied that it occurred more than once.
Today, my friend who used to be Emil, did some research and did find references to towns and villages being completely destroyed during WWI. We think it was one of the villages near the Douai or Roucourt base – I don’t recall the names so much as what it looked like and I have not found many pictures of the bases during the time. He found a list of destroyed villages during the war and there were two names that rang a bell with me, but that does not mean they were the village in question. Louvemont-Côte-du-Poivre and Beaumont-en-Verdunois were the two places listed that rang a bell. I had originally thought that it had been a village in Belgium.
It is at moments like this that I really wish reincarnation was more fully accepted and that we could do some serious research work based upon what we are recalling. So many of us with real legitimate memories could offer clues about the past and work with archeologists, anthropologists, and historians to discover hidden and lost events of the past. It’s all in my head – there are times when I wish I could simply show it to people like a film.
One of my goals is to document some of these past life memories for future generations to examine. Just because people have closed minds now does not mean that future generations will be as such. In the past 20 years I have seen people go from the attitude that there is no thing such as ghosts to let’s try and document these ghost experiences and understand what they really are.
I find myself feeling very stressed about the current political climate here in the United States. And I keep asking myself questions: Is it really that bad? Am I just being more empathic than normal? What is causes me so much emotional and physical stress and pain? Is my health deteriorating? Am I remembering something?
Often with past life memories current situations that are relevant to past experiences will often ring resounding alarms bells in one’s soul. I don’t actually recall ever being a part of a revolution. But I saw the results of the French Revolution, and it was hideous. I was part of a military force that was sent by Empress Marie Teresa to pick up her daughter and grandchildren. We would have taken Louie if it was desired by him as well, but when we arrived….the absolute murder and carnage was frightening. If I had not been a part of a very well trained heavily armed military force, I would have been worried that I would have been murdered as well and for no reason other than someone could grab me and steal stuff. They were killing for fun, revenge, for the pleasure of the power of taking another’s life and liberty. It was the unbridled party of the sick and depraved. The piles of corpses next to their coliseum like execution gallows were decadent in the amount of dead. I remember seeing carts of people being taken away and one young girl about 13 or 14 dressed in a peachy silken dress was holding a little boy about 9 years old and she called out to us for help. My heart went out to this striking young beauty and I wondered what a child could have done to warrant being hauled away in a prisoners’ cart.
Later when the so called people in charge had informed us that our Empress’s daughter had been slaughtered and the urge to lay waste to the whole city was being repressed, we rode out of that wasteland of humanity and much to my dismay and horror I saw a headless corpse of the same peachy silken dress that I had seen earlier. This memory seems to be burned into my soul. The absolute injustice of the whole thing…. The gruesome joy that men and women took in murdering and tormenting their fellow man in such a gleeful party like fashion…. These people were all so pretentiously puffed up with self importance that they did not see the depths that they had sunken to.
I don’t want to experience that again.
I keep telling myself that this won’t happen in the United States and that people here are good souls and won’t lose their minds. But at one time French people must have thought the same thing along with all the other countries of Europe.
I am seeing such a great polarization of the population of this country, and it is scary. I keep waiting for that one small incident that will set people over the edge and then Hell will break lose. A perfect time to invade or attack all those far away places that we have attached our influence to…. Not a nice thought, but a possibility.
If we are doomed to repeat history because we ignore it, then logically, if we pay attention to history and recognize what is happening here (by the way it’s very much like old Rome here just before it fell apart), then we should be able to do something positive to prevent the strife or at least reduce it while working to fix what has been broken. People have to open their eyes and see what they are doing and this very much also includes people of wealth and power. Intelligent thoughtful actions by some of the more powerful people can go a long way in reducing the carnage and destruction, and yes, it will cost them money, but the investment will pay off so richly in the future. Suffering masses are being manipulated and eventually this will turn ugly unless wise action is taken.
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