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.
Rittmeister © 2012
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.
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.
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.