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April 21st

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.

Disturbing photo to see oneself dead even though it was long ago in the past.

Disturbing to see a photo of oneself dead even though it was long ago in the past.

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.

I think very fondly of the men in this photo.  I was proud to fly with them.  My former self - Manfred - is seated in the plane.

I think very fondly of the men in this photo. I was proud to fly with them. My former self – Manfred – is seated in the plane.

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.

Intense week for WWI recall

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.

Famous Lives verses Non Famous Lives

A common problem faced by many who have past life memories is the stigma that “It’s always famous people that people recall being,” which I think is a myth perpetuated by people who refuse to acknowledge the reality of Past Life Memory Recall.

I think the real problem lies in the fact that if you say you were a farmer in the Sacramento Valley in the 1930’s as opposed to being a movie star in 1930’s Hollywood, no one will listen to you or even want to hear about your experiences unless you were someone famous.   And people that lie or have delusions about having Past Life Memory Recall tend to want some kind of attention or help.  They are seeking to make themselves into something they are not for some reason. *  While on the other hand people with Past Life Memory Recall are only trying to understand who they actually are and not trying to enhance themselves with a false reality.

So this double edge sword get worse by the fact that famous people are often better documented than non famous people, so information is more readily researched.  I can say this from a personal experience point of view since I do have at least one life that was fairly notable and it was the first one that I did not ignore when memories surfaced.  I had always thought as a child that I had been a pilot that flew old vintage biplanes.  I actually had dreams about flying a red biplane, but this meant nothing outside of it being a cool dream because I had no understanding as a 3 year old that having these kind of dreams was significant for a child that had not been exposed to WWI aviation.  Perhaps the only exposure was Snoopy and his battle with the Red Baron, and I’m not even sure I really understood what that was all about until I was 6 or 7 years old.

Now I have a website with my WWI aviation memories posted on it and my other past life memories as well, but no one complains or writes derisive comments about the other lifetimes.  Think about that.  Those other lifetimes were of people that did not have the fame level of my Manfred lifetime.  Nobody cares about those lives and there is hardly any documentation concerning those experiences, so those two aspects there fuel to the problems concerning having famous past lives.  Apparently, it is human nature or popular culture to only care about those who have been famous.  Perhaps people just like to bicker and argue.  And the accessible documentation creates another problem, which if the person recalling the memories does not follow the exact documented history, then the person is proclaimed a liar and if the person does follow the exact documented history then the person is considered a fraud because they could have memorized information that was documented.  This is really a caught between Scylla and Carybdis predicament.

What is the solution for the person having famous Past Life Memory Recall?  Well, one could refuse to acknowledge it, which can actually cause emotional problems in some cases.  One could be very public about it and fight everyone who comes attacking, which is awfully stressful.  Or one could simply take faith in their memories and accept the truth with a critical eye and not worry about what other people think regardless of whether one shared their knowledge with a few close friends or the general public.  This is the attitude that I have adopted.  No matter how many rude comments or unbelieving remarks can change who I really am.  I am who I am.  That is an unchangeable fact of the universe, and I have to live with who I am.  If I was a Master Tile Setter in Rome or a famous pilot from World War I, I am still me and those past experiences are part of what makes me who I am today in this lifetime.

If you don’t like who you are, then make changes in this current life to go in a direction that you desire, but don’t allow others to make you ignore or hide who you really are inside.  I am of the opinion that knowledge of one’s past life experiences can act as a safety net in those times when one feels like they can’t do things or are alone and hopeless.  I know from having been Manfred that I can be a good leader, I have courage, and can learn to deal with difficult people and survive the loss of dear friends.  Those are all qualities that have nothing to do with fame.  So famous or not, it’s your past life experiences that matter and not the people who come to judge you who are NOT qualified to make erroneous statements.

I have even read a few articles here and there on the Internet about how the use of past life regression has allowed people to get past phobias experienced during this lifetime that had their origins in previous lives.  Past Life Recall can be a healthy experience.  Just remember to “live” in the past means that you will never move forward onto new experiences and achievements.   But you can bring past experiences and memories with you on that new journey as valuable or useful information.

Rittmeister © 2012

*I have encountered individuals claiming famous lives that I did not believe their claims were based upon any legitimate past life experience or recall.  The most obvious one was an individual claiming to have been Alexander the Great, King Louis XIV, and George Washington.  The person exhibited no traits of personal or interpersonal skills that would have been required to have been any of those people let alone all three of them.   Having been in the military of some sort in most of my life times, I can pretty much guarantee that no soldier would have wanted to follow this person.  I know I would not have, and Alexander the Great, King Louis XIV, and George Washington were all successful leaders.

Hello world!

This is a temporary hello while I get my thoughts together…..  You can visit my website – http://www.rittmeister.org if you just can’t wait for something interesting to be replaced with this dull lifeless introduction.

So if I have a website, why have a blog?  Because the website is not a discussion place but an archive of memories shared without explanation.  I don’t try to urge you to believe me or the others.  We are sharing what we recall on the website, and the blog is a more in depth expression of what happens when one has past life memory recall.