Post by fnbhpc on Mar 14, 2013 6:20:13 GMT -5
I have made the assertion that one way to enlightenment is to serve a life on the Eastern Front in World War II. I know of a handful of authors and psychics who have shared this awful experience. Although I am an American in this life, my recent spiritual journey disclosed that I have been a German for the past 1,000 years. In this journey, I discovered nine of my past lives, most of them ended in me being murdered. There is a very valid reason for my bad ends(it’s called Karma); it’s an interesting story that served as a basis of my book “My Journey down the Reincarnation Highway.” However, this forum is about WW2 experiences and I will share excerpts from my book that covers my previous past life as Feldwebel Otto Kostermann of the 23rd Regiment, 11th Prussian Infantry Division where he (I) served for three years in Army Group North until I died on May 1, 1944 in an Estonian farmhouse on the Narva River front. Unlike most of you, I do not have actual memories of the war, only intense German WW2 obsessions that lead me to find my past through hypno regression and psychic means. This first excerpt describes the special morning when my WW2 information came to me in a meditation session:
One special morning in March 2009, I meditated in my office. My head started to enthusiastically roll around as normal. After a while, the head rolling suddenly shifted into an up-and-down motion like I was shaking my head yes. Then it changed suddenly to moving itself back and forth like I was shaking my head no. Then it changed back to the yes motion. It was like something was trying to signal me. Was I finally connected to the cosmic network and was the network now confirming the connection? I took the opportunity find out. I asked mentally, “Are you signaling yes and no?” My head moved in the yes response and stopped. I asked mentally, “Will you answer questions?” My head moved in the yes response and stopped again. I had no idea who I was talking to in my head but I found this event to be the most fascinating moment of my life. Now what would be the first yes or no question that I would ask this entity? World War II was calling me. The German Wehrmacht was calling to me. The homing beacon that was described in Chapter 2 was now on and functioning. Of course I would ask, “Was I a German soldier in my prior life?”
My head shook yes.
Oh my god! Now there were so many more questions to ask, but how can you get information if you can only get yes or no answers? I realized that I had to prompt the entity with very detailed questions.
When did I die?
1941? - no.
1942? - no.
1943? - no.
1944? - yes.
Was I on the Eastern front?
Yes.
I wanted to know my name, but the only way to do it was to call out individual letters. Okay, I'll do it that way. What was my first name? A-no, B-no, and so forth until O was awarded with a yes. Going through this laborious process, I learned that my prior first name was O-t-t-o. Moving on to my last name, the same process spelled out the name “K-o-s-t-e-r-m-a-n”.
Was I an officer? No.
Was I sniper? No.
How did I die? Shot? No.
Artillery strike? No.
I threw out a wild guess, bayoneted? (That means stabbed). Yes.
Oh great I thought, what a way to go.
What was my regiment? 2-3.
What was my division? 1-1.
If I wasn't an officer, was I a sergeant? Yes.
What was my hometown? M-a-n-d. (I made the mistake of not suggesting any letters after I got the “D” because I thought I had received the complete name.)
By this time I was so bursting with excitement that I came out of my altered state. I wrote down all of these answers on a sheet of paper so that I would not forget them. I dashed over to the computer to verify this information. Just to try to see what information I would receive from the earth internet, I googled the name “Otto Kosterman”. I did not expect any hits and unfortunately I was correct. I did find out that there was a 23rd Regiment that belonged to the 11th Prussian infantry division. This was a direct hit as far as verification of this story! As I had never read about this unit before, I could not have dredged this information out of my subconscious. As far as trying to find Mand, Germany, I was unsuccessful. But then I remembered that a great deal of German land was taken permanently after the war by Poland and Russia. And if I belonged to a Prussian Division, then I obviously was once a Prussian. And almost all Prussian towns and cities were annexed by Poland and Russia and renamed with Polish and Russian names. I then found a website that had a conversion table showing the new Slavic town names and the old German ones. I found three towns that started with “Mand”. To narrow the choices down, I used the following logic. German army divisions recruited soldiers from defined geographical regions. The 11th division recruited from the areas surrounding the cities of Rastenburg and Allenstein. There was a town by the name of Mandelyn that was close to Rastenburg. As such, Mandelyn would be the best candidate for my old hometown.
During my next meditation session the next morning, I asked this mysterious entity whether Mandelyn was my hometown. My head shook yes. Wow!! Moving on from my old hometown, I then moved on to other questions. I learned that Otto was born May 5, 1922 and died on the night of May 1, 1944. I was only 22 years old when I was killed. I learned that I had four brothers and one sister. My father's name was Dieter and my mother's name was Laura. I also had a Polish girlfriend named Lana.
A few months later, I went to a hypno-regression session to try to obtain more facts about my WW2 experiences. The below is an excerpt from Chapter 7 of my book that describes my experience and what I learned:
Brenda (the therapist) started to play the CD that she used in our meditation group. She then went through the pretty typical routine that hypnotists use to put people under. Since I was still hyped up from driving fast to this appointment, it took me a while to slip into another state. I had trouble getting into a very deep state. I don't remember exactly how she got me to talk about it, but I described a battle scene in Northern Russia that involved me when I was Otto. Brenda asked me to look at my reflection in a pool of water and describe what I saw. Well since I'm not clairvoyant, I can’t see anything in my mind’s eye. But I described what I thought I'd see. I told her that my boots were black and dirty and my pants were gray and also dirty. I was wearing a gray helmet and I had short brown hair. I was about 5 foot 11 and had brown stubble on my face. It was October. There were 10 of us in a rolling-tundra like field. It was very desolate and there was light patchy snow on the ground. I am leading a group of young soldiers. Some were only 18 years old. Gunther and Hans were with me. They follow me and trust me. I really don't want to be here. I don't believe we should be here. It was the Nazi swine government officials who sent us here. Now we are stuck in this do or die situation because of them. Up ahead on a desolate slope is a log barricade. The Russians are behind it. They start firing their machine gun. Well, we are in the sh*t again. My group is pinned down, but we spread out and start crawling towards the Russian position. One of us gets close enough to throw a “potato masher” grenade into their position. We kill all the Russians there.
Brenda then asked me, “You were pretty young to have all of this responsibility. Look on the ground what do you see?”
“I see dead Russians, they were not regular soldiers and not very good”.
“Do you feel guilty?” asked Brenda.
I answer in German, “No, I do not.” Back to English, “They were trying to kill us. It's them or us. I am well past being sorry. No time for guilt because I am sure that my time is coming soon anyway.”
Brenda then directs me to tell her about when I died.
“The captain made us go on a night patrol to scout out an area. I do not like the idea but I go anyway. What choice do I have? I am wearing a green uniform parka and it is chilly. I am 22 and lead two other men on this patrol. We get into some kind of trouble and we sneak into a house to try to escape. We go through an open door, but there are Russians inside. There's a struggle in the dark and I get stabbed in the left chest. I try to get out, but that's it. I’m done.”
What was I experiencing during this process? Not much, my eyes were closed. I didn’t see anything except a curious cross (not crucifix) shape behind my eyes that slowly spun in a continuous manner. I never saw that image before this reading.
Let’s analyze this experience. Did my hypnosis story contain actual memories or were they just personal fantasies derived from war stories that I read? At this point, I have no real idea. There are new details in the story that Brenda extracted from me. The death scene in the house at night was new. The desolate slope is a thought or a feeling that seems familiar, something just out of my memory reach. This story could actually be true. I would just need more collaborating information to confirm it. But now, a new curiosity has come on the scene. This was the revelation that I used to be a high level Catholic cleric. That idea alone was fascinating, but high level clerics actually have history recorded about them. This recorded history would be able to confirm the revelations that are being given to me. I was starting to get the idea that my little ride down the reincarnation highway was going to be more than learning about the life of Otto Kostermann.
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The fascinating thing about my spiritual journey was that I went to many psychic sessions with different psychics that provided pieces of my past that all fit together perfectly with the hypno-regression and the historical record. Some of the amazing coincidences that I found was that one of the psychics that I used was an ex-SS trooper who actually crossed paths with me on the Leningrad front. Her experiences from the war have laden her with guilt and anguish in this life. I tell her story in Chapter 10 of my book.
As it turned out, although I was a decorated soldier in the war, I hated the Nazis because they deported my Polish girlfriend when I was away at the front. Ironically, that girlfriend made a brief appearance in my current life as my first girlfriend in college!
To market my book, I maintain a website where readers e-mail to me. It is only natural that people like us gravitate to it because of the subject matter. On my mailbag page, a few readers have shared their German WW2 experiences. My website is at www.reincarnationhighway.com . And for fun, check out my book promo YouTube video where I am wearing my Wehrmacht Uniform at www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHrdwj_n4W4 . You can see my extensive German WW2 gun collection behind me. That gun collection was the apex of my WW2 obsession. Thank you for allowing me to share my story.
One special morning in March 2009, I meditated in my office. My head started to enthusiastically roll around as normal. After a while, the head rolling suddenly shifted into an up-and-down motion like I was shaking my head yes. Then it changed suddenly to moving itself back and forth like I was shaking my head no. Then it changed back to the yes motion. It was like something was trying to signal me. Was I finally connected to the cosmic network and was the network now confirming the connection? I took the opportunity find out. I asked mentally, “Are you signaling yes and no?” My head moved in the yes response and stopped. I asked mentally, “Will you answer questions?” My head moved in the yes response and stopped again. I had no idea who I was talking to in my head but I found this event to be the most fascinating moment of my life. Now what would be the first yes or no question that I would ask this entity? World War II was calling me. The German Wehrmacht was calling to me. The homing beacon that was described in Chapter 2 was now on and functioning. Of course I would ask, “Was I a German soldier in my prior life?”
My head shook yes.
Oh my god! Now there were so many more questions to ask, but how can you get information if you can only get yes or no answers? I realized that I had to prompt the entity with very detailed questions.
When did I die?
1941? - no.
1942? - no.
1943? - no.
1944? - yes.
Was I on the Eastern front?
Yes.
I wanted to know my name, but the only way to do it was to call out individual letters. Okay, I'll do it that way. What was my first name? A-no, B-no, and so forth until O was awarded with a yes. Going through this laborious process, I learned that my prior first name was O-t-t-o. Moving on to my last name, the same process spelled out the name “K-o-s-t-e-r-m-a-n”.
Was I an officer? No.
Was I sniper? No.
How did I die? Shot? No.
Artillery strike? No.
I threw out a wild guess, bayoneted? (That means stabbed). Yes.
Oh great I thought, what a way to go.
What was my regiment? 2-3.
What was my division? 1-1.
If I wasn't an officer, was I a sergeant? Yes.
What was my hometown? M-a-n-d. (I made the mistake of not suggesting any letters after I got the “D” because I thought I had received the complete name.)
By this time I was so bursting with excitement that I came out of my altered state. I wrote down all of these answers on a sheet of paper so that I would not forget them. I dashed over to the computer to verify this information. Just to try to see what information I would receive from the earth internet, I googled the name “Otto Kosterman”. I did not expect any hits and unfortunately I was correct. I did find out that there was a 23rd Regiment that belonged to the 11th Prussian infantry division. This was a direct hit as far as verification of this story! As I had never read about this unit before, I could not have dredged this information out of my subconscious. As far as trying to find Mand, Germany, I was unsuccessful. But then I remembered that a great deal of German land was taken permanently after the war by Poland and Russia. And if I belonged to a Prussian Division, then I obviously was once a Prussian. And almost all Prussian towns and cities were annexed by Poland and Russia and renamed with Polish and Russian names. I then found a website that had a conversion table showing the new Slavic town names and the old German ones. I found three towns that started with “Mand”. To narrow the choices down, I used the following logic. German army divisions recruited soldiers from defined geographical regions. The 11th division recruited from the areas surrounding the cities of Rastenburg and Allenstein. There was a town by the name of Mandelyn that was close to Rastenburg. As such, Mandelyn would be the best candidate for my old hometown.
During my next meditation session the next morning, I asked this mysterious entity whether Mandelyn was my hometown. My head shook yes. Wow!! Moving on from my old hometown, I then moved on to other questions. I learned that Otto was born May 5, 1922 and died on the night of May 1, 1944. I was only 22 years old when I was killed. I learned that I had four brothers and one sister. My father's name was Dieter and my mother's name was Laura. I also had a Polish girlfriend named Lana.
A few months later, I went to a hypno-regression session to try to obtain more facts about my WW2 experiences. The below is an excerpt from Chapter 7 of my book that describes my experience and what I learned:
Brenda (the therapist) started to play the CD that she used in our meditation group. She then went through the pretty typical routine that hypnotists use to put people under. Since I was still hyped up from driving fast to this appointment, it took me a while to slip into another state. I had trouble getting into a very deep state. I don't remember exactly how she got me to talk about it, but I described a battle scene in Northern Russia that involved me when I was Otto. Brenda asked me to look at my reflection in a pool of water and describe what I saw. Well since I'm not clairvoyant, I can’t see anything in my mind’s eye. But I described what I thought I'd see. I told her that my boots were black and dirty and my pants were gray and also dirty. I was wearing a gray helmet and I had short brown hair. I was about 5 foot 11 and had brown stubble on my face. It was October. There were 10 of us in a rolling-tundra like field. It was very desolate and there was light patchy snow on the ground. I am leading a group of young soldiers. Some were only 18 years old. Gunther and Hans were with me. They follow me and trust me. I really don't want to be here. I don't believe we should be here. It was the Nazi swine government officials who sent us here. Now we are stuck in this do or die situation because of them. Up ahead on a desolate slope is a log barricade. The Russians are behind it. They start firing their machine gun. Well, we are in the sh*t again. My group is pinned down, but we spread out and start crawling towards the Russian position. One of us gets close enough to throw a “potato masher” grenade into their position. We kill all the Russians there.
Brenda then asked me, “You were pretty young to have all of this responsibility. Look on the ground what do you see?”
“I see dead Russians, they were not regular soldiers and not very good”.
“Do you feel guilty?” asked Brenda.
I answer in German, “No, I do not.” Back to English, “They were trying to kill us. It's them or us. I am well past being sorry. No time for guilt because I am sure that my time is coming soon anyway.”
Brenda then directs me to tell her about when I died.
“The captain made us go on a night patrol to scout out an area. I do not like the idea but I go anyway. What choice do I have? I am wearing a green uniform parka and it is chilly. I am 22 and lead two other men on this patrol. We get into some kind of trouble and we sneak into a house to try to escape. We go through an open door, but there are Russians inside. There's a struggle in the dark and I get stabbed in the left chest. I try to get out, but that's it. I’m done.”
What was I experiencing during this process? Not much, my eyes were closed. I didn’t see anything except a curious cross (not crucifix) shape behind my eyes that slowly spun in a continuous manner. I never saw that image before this reading.
Let’s analyze this experience. Did my hypnosis story contain actual memories or were they just personal fantasies derived from war stories that I read? At this point, I have no real idea. There are new details in the story that Brenda extracted from me. The death scene in the house at night was new. The desolate slope is a thought or a feeling that seems familiar, something just out of my memory reach. This story could actually be true. I would just need more collaborating information to confirm it. But now, a new curiosity has come on the scene. This was the revelation that I used to be a high level Catholic cleric. That idea alone was fascinating, but high level clerics actually have history recorded about them. This recorded history would be able to confirm the revelations that are being given to me. I was starting to get the idea that my little ride down the reincarnation highway was going to be more than learning about the life of Otto Kostermann.
************************************************
The fascinating thing about my spiritual journey was that I went to many psychic sessions with different psychics that provided pieces of my past that all fit together perfectly with the hypno-regression and the historical record. Some of the amazing coincidences that I found was that one of the psychics that I used was an ex-SS trooper who actually crossed paths with me on the Leningrad front. Her experiences from the war have laden her with guilt and anguish in this life. I tell her story in Chapter 10 of my book.
As it turned out, although I was a decorated soldier in the war, I hated the Nazis because they deported my Polish girlfriend when I was away at the front. Ironically, that girlfriend made a brief appearance in my current life as my first girlfriend in college!
To market my book, I maintain a website where readers e-mail to me. It is only natural that people like us gravitate to it because of the subject matter. On my mailbag page, a few readers have shared their German WW2 experiences. My website is at www.reincarnationhighway.com . And for fun, check out my book promo YouTube video where I am wearing my Wehrmacht Uniform at www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHrdwj_n4W4 . You can see my extensive German WW2 gun collection behind me. That gun collection was the apex of my WW2 obsession. Thank you for allowing me to share my story.
