Post by luna on Feb 20, 2012 19:49:59 GMT -5
Hi everyone out there!
Warning! Some content may be disturbing to some members!
”You’re an old soul, right?” (The first thing my mother said to me when I was born and she looked into my eyes) I have a lot of PL memories from different lives but my most recent, I can remember the most clearly.
I was a woman in the French resistance, based in Lyon were me and my boyfriend (who also was active in the resistance) shared a small appartment, I remember a typewriter and a lot of laundry. I’ve often seen myself walking through the city in the dawn, knowing that I have to get to the other side of the city and cross the river, without getting caught. There were such loyalty and brotherhood among our friends. As the war went on, times were getting darker. Everything became more risky and dangerous. Some friends were starting to disappear and we had to be very aware of going outside, who we talked to, what we said and the fear of who we really could trust.
Boyfriend is an insufficient word, he was my soulmate. I sometimes dream of our last goodbye, we are barely talking, and I get the feeling that words can’t tell how strong our bond is. I feel unconditional love, but also the depthless suffering from knowing that we are going to part. I always cry when I wake up (come back to me). He was betrayed when he was on a mission, lurked into a inner courtyard and executed.
I became very, very depressed after his death. I was alone when the gestapo men broke into my appartment and arrested me. I was interrogated in a small room and I am convinced that the nazi on the other side of the desk is my father in my current life. I was extremly provocative and ironic against him, refusing to give him the answers he demanded. Ever since I was little we have had a communication issue, like we are from different Galaxies, unable to understand each other. Often have the tone of our conversations reminded me of that occasion. He also sympathizes with extreme right opinions...
After the interrogation I suspect that I was raped and tortured before I was sent to an concentration camp in Poland, but I have avoided to go too deep into it. I have nightmares from the concentration camp anyway. I believe that I was executed in July 1944. We’re standing in line, waiting to get shot in the head, watching friends and strangers falling down into a huge mass grave.
I think I learned that you can take everything away from a human being except for what’s inside her. I realized what the power of the mind can do, and in this life, I have the opportunity to go from thought to action in terms of reaching my full potential as a human being, standing up for what I believe in and to fight for my dreams.
Anyone else from the french resistance?
Feel free to leave your thoughts!
Luna
Warning! Some content may be disturbing to some members!
”You’re an old soul, right?” (The first thing my mother said to me when I was born and she looked into my eyes) I have a lot of PL memories from different lives but my most recent, I can remember the most clearly.
I was a woman in the French resistance, based in Lyon were me and my boyfriend (who also was active in the resistance) shared a small appartment, I remember a typewriter and a lot of laundry. I’ve often seen myself walking through the city in the dawn, knowing that I have to get to the other side of the city and cross the river, without getting caught. There were such loyalty and brotherhood among our friends. As the war went on, times were getting darker. Everything became more risky and dangerous. Some friends were starting to disappear and we had to be very aware of going outside, who we talked to, what we said and the fear of who we really could trust.
Boyfriend is an insufficient word, he was my soulmate. I sometimes dream of our last goodbye, we are barely talking, and I get the feeling that words can’t tell how strong our bond is. I feel unconditional love, but also the depthless suffering from knowing that we are going to part. I always cry when I wake up (come back to me). He was betrayed when he was on a mission, lurked into a inner courtyard and executed.
I became very, very depressed after his death. I was alone when the gestapo men broke into my appartment and arrested me. I was interrogated in a small room and I am convinced that the nazi on the other side of the desk is my father in my current life. I was extremly provocative and ironic against him, refusing to give him the answers he demanded. Ever since I was little we have had a communication issue, like we are from different Galaxies, unable to understand each other. Often have the tone of our conversations reminded me of that occasion. He also sympathizes with extreme right opinions...
After the interrogation I suspect that I was raped and tortured before I was sent to an concentration camp in Poland, but I have avoided to go too deep into it. I have nightmares from the concentration camp anyway. I believe that I was executed in July 1944. We’re standing in line, waiting to get shot in the head, watching friends and strangers falling down into a huge mass grave.
I think I learned that you can take everything away from a human being except for what’s inside her. I realized what the power of the mind can do, and in this life, I have the opportunity to go from thought to action in terms of reaching my full potential as a human being, standing up for what I believe in and to fight for my dreams.
Anyone else from the french resistance?
Feel free to leave your thoughts!
Luna
) I am sorry to hear about the terrible experiences you were forced to endure during your last lifetime. It certainly does sound as though you are well on your way working through the issues it has caused for you in this lifetime though. ;D 
