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.