Post by glpoisson on May 3, 2012 18:18:32 GMT -5
Hello all,
I may have seen some of you on other boards so if my pl sounds familiar you may have seen it else where. I have known for over 35 years that my love of flight and planes was more than just a pre-adolescent fascination. It took 28 more years before my current self was able to accept this past and not chase it into choices that would be 'wrong' for me in this life. In remembering the life and understanding its impact on this one healing took place on a soul level, but I still have an abiding love for the aircraft of that period.
It was neat to do the research that turned out to validate the images, feelings and memories I had written down. Between the geographic, historic spiritual everything served to illuminate different small parts of a larger picture. I am sure more pieces remain hidden but, for now, I have reconciled and moved on.
Here is what I revealed:
I was born in November of 1923 in central Germany. My early life was spent on a farm which, by the time I was 17, I HAD to leave. The farm was outside a village near the Weser river about 225 km by road from the coast at Wilhelmshaven. I remember that the cows came to represent for me everything 'wrong' with that lifestyle. They were so calm, placid and resistant to change. Their life had neither the speed nor freedom which I craved. I had 3 sisters and 4 brothers who all lived in the large thatched roof house on the farm. Two of the sisters were older and all survived the war. One of my sisters who was younger than me is still alive in Germany. The family name is short and begins with W but I haven't been able to remember it fully. My brothers and I all died in the war. All of my brothers served in the army and were dead by February of 1945. None of them have returned to earth life yet.
I lived for me only. I was the only important thing in my life. I understood my place in the world as most did in that time and place but I still had an ego and selfishness that caused me to wear out my welcome in town by the time I left to join the Luftwaffe. I was sexually active from an early age with many partners. (It was probably 3 or 4 but it seemed to me that I was quite the man of the world and experienced beyond my peers.) I was happy to leave the disapproval and, in some cases wrath, of the priests and several town fathers behind as I left to war which seemed like a bigger, faster adventure than I was able to get where I was.
The intensity of the night bombing campaign by the British was increasing and this lead to my posting to a night fighter school after completing my initial flight training. This school was somewhere within 30 kilometers of the Baltic coast east of Denmark but west of Berlin. I flew several different aircraft including the Bf110c which served as my final training machine. I was a very good flier, especially in aerobatics. I understood how the asymmetric application of power (the Bf110 has two engines) could be used to produce the desired results. I have retained this understanding on an intuitive level this lifetime as the application of male and/or female energy (power) to achieve a desired result. I used to enjoy the time after the nights training mission had completed when I could watch the dawn break over the horizon and release the spirit of the sky from the darkness. I itched to have the guns on my machine armed so the ecstasy when we did any kind of gunnery training almost made me giddy with delight at the power I could unleash. In my imagination I saw myself as an avenging dragon emerging from the darkness of night to spit fire at my enemies.
Near the end of my training I came upon a scene which served to remind me (the eternal soul) of my purpose this life and the Divine definition of right and wrong. I was flying a night training mission and off to my right I beheld a vista of the dark earth, in a blackout condition, and the dark, moonless, sky which sandwiched the dark red glow of a city aflame. This angry red glow shocked me into remembrance of my souls mission. I knew I could not be a part of this escalating cycle of violence, destruction and death. I could not feed this energy with my own but I was too deeply committed to my present course to back out. Physically I was free from this energy of destruction but emotionally and spiritually I felt dirty and corrupted.
I have lived many lives as a follower and have followed a group energy into death or darkness. I did not know that on a mental level at the time but I know on an intuitive that I had to break the pattern. I completed my training in March of 1943 and was posted to an operational unit. Before I was due to report I made a trip back home to the mountainous region near the Weser river. The body I inhabited never made it. The Opel I was in (I haven't been able to determine if I was the driver or just a passenger) crashed releasing me from participation in the earth plane violence which had almost swallowed me.
Upon reflection after passing over I remembered the like was planned to be short. Primarily I wanted to fly and have a fun life free from lessons and responsibility. I could not entirely avoid the opportunity for learning but I could make it fun and minimize any karma accrued by my actions. I would have died in the air had I not remembered the lesson on following a massed energy into anger and violence. When I went to check on the above lifetime I was given 7 lights with two in prominence to illustrate the lessons of the lifetime. The lights represented my chakras. The two in prominence were the second (pleasure and play) and the fifth (communication and self awareness of truths). I had to go to a book for the exact meanings for the specific chakras and found they fit in exactly with what I experienced.
In this life the pro Allied, rah-rah, slant of most of the war literature felt incomplete. It did not tell the whole story or the way things really happened. The German language never seemed strange rather something I just could not quite remember. The military life always appealed to me. I had to set up a bad pair of eyes in this life so I would not follow my inclinations into the military again. Not having blond hair always seemed wrong to me (poster boy for the Nordic Aryan race in the past life). As I get further information I will post it to round out the life, brief as it was.
Comments and/or questions are welcome. If I don't know the answer I will dig further into that life to see what turns up.
Grant
I may have seen some of you on other boards so if my pl sounds familiar you may have seen it else where. I have known for over 35 years that my love of flight and planes was more than just a pre-adolescent fascination. It took 28 more years before my current self was able to accept this past and not chase it into choices that would be 'wrong' for me in this life. In remembering the life and understanding its impact on this one healing took place on a soul level, but I still have an abiding love for the aircraft of that period.
It was neat to do the research that turned out to validate the images, feelings and memories I had written down. Between the geographic, historic spiritual everything served to illuminate different small parts of a larger picture. I am sure more pieces remain hidden but, for now, I have reconciled and moved on.
Here is what I revealed:
I was born in November of 1923 in central Germany. My early life was spent on a farm which, by the time I was 17, I HAD to leave. The farm was outside a village near the Weser river about 225 km by road from the coast at Wilhelmshaven. I remember that the cows came to represent for me everything 'wrong' with that lifestyle. They were so calm, placid and resistant to change. Their life had neither the speed nor freedom which I craved. I had 3 sisters and 4 brothers who all lived in the large thatched roof house on the farm. Two of the sisters were older and all survived the war. One of my sisters who was younger than me is still alive in Germany. The family name is short and begins with W but I haven't been able to remember it fully. My brothers and I all died in the war. All of my brothers served in the army and were dead by February of 1945. None of them have returned to earth life yet.
I lived for me only. I was the only important thing in my life. I understood my place in the world as most did in that time and place but I still had an ego and selfishness that caused me to wear out my welcome in town by the time I left to join the Luftwaffe. I was sexually active from an early age with many partners. (It was probably 3 or 4 but it seemed to me that I was quite the man of the world and experienced beyond my peers.) I was happy to leave the disapproval and, in some cases wrath, of the priests and several town fathers behind as I left to war which seemed like a bigger, faster adventure than I was able to get where I was.
The intensity of the night bombing campaign by the British was increasing and this lead to my posting to a night fighter school after completing my initial flight training. This school was somewhere within 30 kilometers of the Baltic coast east of Denmark but west of Berlin. I flew several different aircraft including the Bf110c which served as my final training machine. I was a very good flier, especially in aerobatics. I understood how the asymmetric application of power (the Bf110 has two engines) could be used to produce the desired results. I have retained this understanding on an intuitive level this lifetime as the application of male and/or female energy (power) to achieve a desired result. I used to enjoy the time after the nights training mission had completed when I could watch the dawn break over the horizon and release the spirit of the sky from the darkness. I itched to have the guns on my machine armed so the ecstasy when we did any kind of gunnery training almost made me giddy with delight at the power I could unleash. In my imagination I saw myself as an avenging dragon emerging from the darkness of night to spit fire at my enemies.
Near the end of my training I came upon a scene which served to remind me (the eternal soul) of my purpose this life and the Divine definition of right and wrong. I was flying a night training mission and off to my right I beheld a vista of the dark earth, in a blackout condition, and the dark, moonless, sky which sandwiched the dark red glow of a city aflame. This angry red glow shocked me into remembrance of my souls mission. I knew I could not be a part of this escalating cycle of violence, destruction and death. I could not feed this energy with my own but I was too deeply committed to my present course to back out. Physically I was free from this energy of destruction but emotionally and spiritually I felt dirty and corrupted.
I have lived many lives as a follower and have followed a group energy into death or darkness. I did not know that on a mental level at the time but I know on an intuitive that I had to break the pattern. I completed my training in March of 1943 and was posted to an operational unit. Before I was due to report I made a trip back home to the mountainous region near the Weser river. The body I inhabited never made it. The Opel I was in (I haven't been able to determine if I was the driver or just a passenger) crashed releasing me from participation in the earth plane violence which had almost swallowed me.
Upon reflection after passing over I remembered the like was planned to be short. Primarily I wanted to fly and have a fun life free from lessons and responsibility. I could not entirely avoid the opportunity for learning but I could make it fun and minimize any karma accrued by my actions. I would have died in the air had I not remembered the lesson on following a massed energy into anger and violence. When I went to check on the above lifetime I was given 7 lights with two in prominence to illustrate the lessons of the lifetime. The lights represented my chakras. The two in prominence were the second (pleasure and play) and the fifth (communication and self awareness of truths). I had to go to a book for the exact meanings for the specific chakras and found they fit in exactly with what I experienced.
In this life the pro Allied, rah-rah, slant of most of the war literature felt incomplete. It did not tell the whole story or the way things really happened. The German language never seemed strange rather something I just could not quite remember. The military life always appealed to me. I had to set up a bad pair of eyes in this life so I would not follow my inclinations into the military again. Not having blond hair always seemed wrong to me (poster boy for the Nordic Aryan race in the past life). As I get further information I will post it to round out the life, brief as it was.
Comments and/or questions are welcome. If I don't know the answer I will dig further into that life to see what turns up.
Grant