Post by wehrwolf on Jan 10, 2013 22:47:49 GMT -5
Unlike many out there, I have had the fortune of knowing just who I was or who I have been. Unfortunately, I do not know all of mine, but do have a fair share of a good idea. The first lifetime I have recalled and the strongest, has always been WWII.
I can't say, that like most, I had nightmares as a child that I can remember. Those mostly began in my early teens, and got stronger as I got older. When I began my journey into looking at who I've been, I fretted over who I may have been and what I may have done. At first, I felt I may have been a jew. Reason being, that as a child I LOVED reading survivors tales and stories about the camps, and what went on. However, I harbored a secret love for the guards, the SS, and the Nazis. I am no neo-nazi, so this very idea scared me.
As my search continued and I allowed myself to be more open to the idea that I may have just had a past life, and not only that, but one as a german during the war. Further more, a person who may have been responsible for what had occurred. I began to keep a journal of all that I felt to be memories, until I had an identity revelation. When I saw my face from then for the first time and read what had happened. I was shocked, my memories very much matched my journal, and the picture, my face. It was an uncanny resemblance, and our mannerisms the same.
Throughout my life I had a deep interest in the second world war, the fighting, the tanks, but mostly the camps. Auschwitz was the strongest (where I had been and helped make it to be what it became), and I learned that I had been elsewhere too.
Terrible things, to good people I had done. People feared me, and I knew it. I used torture and force to get the camp to run in the direction that I wished it to.
I was also a family man. I had a wonderfully beautiful wife and children. Whom I loved very much. Unfortunately I ended that life without them and alone, very much deserved I might add. I saw the end, before it became. I felt the despair of having built so much and done so much for a cause I thought I believe in. To then see us betrayed, told to make it on our own and thrown to the wolves.
This is a little bit about myself, but hopefully in due time I can share more.
I can't say, that like most, I had nightmares as a child that I can remember. Those mostly began in my early teens, and got stronger as I got older. When I began my journey into looking at who I've been, I fretted over who I may have been and what I may have done. At first, I felt I may have been a jew. Reason being, that as a child I LOVED reading survivors tales and stories about the camps, and what went on. However, I harbored a secret love for the guards, the SS, and the Nazis. I am no neo-nazi, so this very idea scared me.
As my search continued and I allowed myself to be more open to the idea that I may have just had a past life, and not only that, but one as a german during the war. Further more, a person who may have been responsible for what had occurred. I began to keep a journal of all that I felt to be memories, until I had an identity revelation. When I saw my face from then for the first time and read what had happened. I was shocked, my memories very much matched my journal, and the picture, my face. It was an uncanny resemblance, and our mannerisms the same.
Throughout my life I had a deep interest in the second world war, the fighting, the tanks, but mostly the camps. Auschwitz was the strongest (where I had been and helped make it to be what it became), and I learned that I had been elsewhere too.
Terrible things, to good people I had done. People feared me, and I knew it. I used torture and force to get the camp to run in the direction that I wished it to.
I was also a family man. I had a wonderfully beautiful wife and children. Whom I loved very much. Unfortunately I ended that life without them and alone, very much deserved I might add. I saw the end, before it became. I felt the despair of having built so much and done so much for a cause I thought I believe in. To then see us betrayed, told to make it on our own and thrown to the wolves.
This is a little bit about myself, but hopefully in due time I can share more.
