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Politics and the Past

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.

Rittmeister © 2012

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Past influence the Present

Does the past influence the present?  And if so how much does it affect the present?  More research has been done concerning past life experiences and present day maladies such as strange irrational phobias that do not seem to be centered in any present day experience.   I have seen reference to psychologists doing past life regression or hypnosis to discover possible roots for unusual fears or concerns.  And I think this effort is not wasted time.   I have an extreme dislike for walking in the mud to the point where I will walk around it or completely avoid it by not continuing on a pathway.  I had somewhat assumed that this attitude was me just being fussy about my clothes, but the origins of this dislike goes to a situation in a past life where I had to walk into the mud to retrieve proof of victories.

“Mud in Your Eye” by James Dietz from http://odeclonje.tumblr.com/ website.

As Manfred I had to prove at times that a victory was mine, which meant either capturing (or saving from the ground troops) the pilot and or getting a piece of the downed plane.  Often the poor pilot would land or crash in some god forsaken area like No Man’s Land, which was an area void of vegetation and any kind of life.  The ground was turned and churned into a thick muck littered with war materials some of which would be corpses of men and animals.  An unpleasant experience of sinking into the wet soil that would have sickening crunches that one could never know was a tree branch or a bone.  The smell was often moldy or swampy and then occasionally acrid with the stench of flesh rotting.  And to make matters worse, it seemed as if the Earth did not want to allow one to proceed or escape from its clutches as if it wanted to make you a part of the loathsome vastness of No Man’s Land.

It brings a grimace to my face just thinking about it.  And generally, once you arrived at your destination, you would find the remains of another soldier much like yourself in a mangled condition.  It was hard to force that image and reality away to be able to do what must be done.  And yes, sometimes we found living pilots and observers in their wrecked planes.  If they were really lucky, then they were not too injured and could be escorted back to the airbase.  In more difficult situations, one might find themselves having to decide if euthanasia was the best way to handle a situation.  No warrior wants to sit for hours in pain waiting to die.  I don’t think I ever had to euthanize any of my aerial victories.

But I digress from the topic at hand, which is does the past affect the present.  I think the answer is yes based upon my own experiences.  I now know why I react the way I do to mud.  And I can respect that reaction even though it may seem a bit irrational for this current lifetime.  Understanding how the past can affect the present is very useful whether it is used to treat some sort of so called malady or using experience to find inspiration for a present lifetime.

A common poor landing. For some reason many biplanes were very nose heavy – especially the Tri-Fokker!

I have often wished that I had been able to realize sooner that I had past life memories.  I think it would have been an asset during my undergraduate years.  I think it would have given me focus and drive, and I would have not wasted so much time on irrelevant things and people.  I think my direction in life and strengths would have been much clearer and would have acted as a guide for me to explore what I could do with the present.   I can look back and see the clues were there but I was ignoring them because of the current popular social norms concerning reincarnation.  At least now I am more mature and not so easily a victim of other peoples’ values and I can enjoy and benefit from being me.

Typical devastation of the landscape after a battle. No trees, mud, stagnant water, no animals, no vegetation, corpses, and left over war materials.

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.

The Influence of Music on Past Life Memory Recall – Christmas Music

As the big Winter holiday season comes roaring up the pathway, I find my mood influenced by not only the people around me, but also by the deep hidden memories that reside within my soul.  To have these additional memories can sometimes make situations more complex by bringing a feeling of redundancy or deja vu or give deep intense emotional meaning from another time to a situation that may seem to be very far removed from the current lifetime.  Some of these emotions are difficult to deal with while others are a great joy to experience.

It is a joyful experience that I wish to share during this Winter season when historically it was so important for those from the Northern Hemisphere, most especially the region of Europe where one needed to keep their spirits up during a time of darkness from the lack of sunlight and heavy cloud cover from seasonal storms and the ever present potential of starvation from the lack of supplies for the Winter consumption.  Of course, I realize that those in the North American Continent as well as Asia had the same concerns but I have no memories of Asia and only one of being on the North American continent that seems to leave me with only short flashes of insight.  Most of the lives that I recall have occurred in Europe.   And being a European often means walking on a duel path that has a new religion layering its expectations upon a people with an already well established rich culture.  In many cases it seems as if the people actually retained both ways: some fully aware of what they were doing and others oblivious to the duel nature of their existence.

So while the people would attend their church weekly, they would also subconsciously recall the wisdom of the old traditions that celebrated life during the Winter months and gave hope for the Spring to come and relief from the depression of the Winter cold.  Joyful memories and visitations happened during the Winter Solstice and Yule celebrations, which allowed for happy celebration of events to tide people through the remaining cold days.  These celebrations generally included gift exchanges, feasting, sharing of stories, singing, and dancing.  And while the new religion influenced some of the topics of celebration, the old traditions remained at the core of why these activities were done.

So how does this all of this play into past life memories?   The Seasonal Christmas music will often send me back to another time especially when played by the older instruments.  A CD in particular that is Celtic in style and has older melodies composed from well over a 100 years ago seems to bring me back to what appears to be the 1700’s and perhaps the 1800’s as well.  (Christmas Celtic – A Holiday Series by Dayton-Hudson Corp. Minnesota.   It doesn’t seem to have a band or artist attached to this CD.)    I would like to share some of the imagery that comes to mind while hearing this music.

Party Room – The room is dark and cozy with a roaring fire burning in a large fireplace.  I can see a row of people come dancing forward to meet another row of people and the sound of the rhythmic stepping to the music is almost hypnotic.  People are laughing and smiling as they twirl about to the sound of the  lively music that the musicians are playing.  There is plenty of drink and food for everyone.  The floors are wood and seem to bounce as the people dance.  It must be a pretty sturdy floor to have so many dancing.  I would guess about 20 people can easily dance in this room.  Everyone is dressed in their best or at least fairly nice clothing.  It’s a time for guys and gals to flirt with one another.  The girls have ribbons in their hair and have fashioned their hair in a manner that is most pleasing and not for work or everyday purposes.

The band of musicians are really belting a boisterous tune that has everyone clapping and moving about.  I can see a blonde gal skipping in between other dancers going from right hand to left hand.  She is quite lovely and she really has my attention.  Still can’t tell if this is 1700’s or 1800’s. I would categorize this as a “middle” middle class party or an upper middle class party in that the people who are hosting it are not pretentious, which often happened to the upper middle class.  These people are comfortable with who they are and have planned out a very fun evening for their guests.

At another point in the evening I am standing with this lovely blonde gal next to the fireplace.  I think she may have invited me to attend the party.  She seems pleased that I came.  I am trying to see what kind of clothing I am wearing and what kind of dress she is wearing to get a better idea of the time period.  I don’t get the impression that I am wearing any kind of uniform.  The shirt cuff seems to have some kind of ruffle extending out from under the dark colored cloth of my dress coat.  I could be Carl Ludwig or even Johannes von Trautenburg-Schuellenbach.  I can’t recall if we had ruffles on our shirts during the time as Siegfried.  The coat I am wearing is dark chocolate brown with nice brass buttons on the front.  The coat is well fitted.  The blond gal’s dress and hair style make me think this moment is from Johannes’s or Siegfried’s lifetime.  She is wearing  something like the straight style dress that became fashionable after the French Revolution, but Siegfried’s sisters wore the big dresses that were worn in the Imperial courts, which is after the straight French dresses.  Perhaps her dress is not as full as my sister’s dresses.  She does have some kind of decorative lacing just under the bust of the dress, which is not like the straight dresses.  Perhaps this is something transitional.  Of course during the time, all I care about is that she looks pretty.

I wonder if this lovely young woman has any idea who I am or what family I come from.  I seem to be very amused by the playful friendly atmosphere of the party and the people.  I am enjoying myself very much.  I’m probably not supposed to be there.  Still not sure who I am, but I am having a good time.  I think I must be Siegfried and not Johannes.   Perhaps there are two memories that have a similar theme and I am recalling them together.  It’s happened before.  Takes a while to sort that kind of mess out.

She even coaxes me out onto the dance floor and we are having fun.  I think she is surprised that I dance so well and others join us on the dance floor and do the same kind of two person dance.  I have a feeling that she may think me a bit stuffy or haughty and would not be able to dance with her.  Regardless, I had a wonderful time and think upon this memory every year during the winter holiday season.

Snow covered area and traveling – The ground is covered with a thick layer of snow about a foot or so deep.  It appears to be early morning and the air is really cold and the sky is clear and icy blue.  I can see the steam from my breath as well as the horse’s.  Not sure which life time this is yet.   There is a small hillside covered with tall pine or fir trees and a small open field before it on the left side of the trail that I am riding down.  I can really hear the snorting sounds of the horse.  I don’t think he likes the cold or the fact that we are going through snow.  There is a curve in the trail or road ahead and a small building like a barn or something like that is near the roadside.  On my right side I see more trees but they are near to the trail and perhaps a hillside as well there too.  Not sure.  Kinda have a feeling I have a memory of this location in the Fall when there is no snow.  Perhaps I lived nearby.

When the sun hits the snow, it sparkles and becomes almost blindingly white.  I have to be careful not to gaze too much at it as it will give me a headache.  There is a feeling that this has happened before to me.  This area is more wide open and I see more cottages and barns throughout this open area where the sun is more easily visible upon the land.  I see small plumes of smoke slowly rising in the air from the chimneys of the buildings that look so closed up as if they are shivering from the cold morning.  I know I am cold and can feel it in my hands.  I am wearing black leather gloves.   The horse is dark brown with a black mane.  It appears that I am wearing black riding boots and grey riding trousers.  This could be a Manfred memory.  I get the feeling that I am wearing the round officer’s cap.  Where the heck am I going on a horse in the snow?  And what part of my life time is this?

And this is where the recall ends.

Put some music on, enjoy the companions you have, and share life’s ups and downs.  Make some memories for the future to be recalled next life time or this one.

Joyful wishes for this Season.

The Rittmeister

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.