posted on Dec, 8 2007 @ 02:37 AM
Haven't been here for about 2 years, I just sort of grew out of this thing but I'm coming back.
I never posted anything about my life in the past really, I was more of a looker than a poster. I was about 14 then and I thought I would just be
critised back then, but, I'm older now and I'd just like to share stuff I've seen and maybe discuss it all.
As risk of losing credibilty, I feel it must be told that certain parts of this were drug induced, although, none of my visions were while I was on
any form of drugs, rather, more of a life realization was found through drugs, theories and the like.
And to clear up any scares about drugs, I do not do drugs anymore these days.
Now, to my life..
Ghost sitings have run in my family for a while, I remeber once hearing a story about my grandma seeing, and talking to her son who passed away more
than 20 years before. My mom had an out of body experience, and her brother has seen ghosts in his life too. Guess it runs in the family eh?
Well, from an early age, I remeber I had 'Imaginary friends' at least, thats how I saw them. But.. I actually physically saw them, and they werent
regular 5 year old kids as I was, I remeber vividly talking to a man dressed in Nazi clothing, I didnt know what it was then, but I remeber speaking
to him. I had alot of friends such as him, Nazis and the like, my mom has said, and I remeber, running around my little apartment playing 'War' with
these friends of mine, pretending to be shooting them and hiding behind the kitchen table and whatnot. My mom said it was just the funniest thing
watching me run around.
She also said she used to hear my talking to myself, and when she asked who I was talking to I usually said some oddball name and pointed to nothing,
saying he's right here mom, cant you see him? That lasted for a few years and then I stopped seeing those friends.
Now, that, in itself sounds like just a kids wild imagnation, but as I got older more and more stuff started to come about.
A few years later I started asking my mother about my dad, whom we left when I was 7, and she had told me his whole family was German, which I found a
bit odd, remebering my friends, but I didnt really make the connection.
After age 7 or so I somewhat lost touch with the whole ghost thing. But one night, I had an extremely vivid dream, I was a Nazi in WWII, and the last
day of my life played out. I was speaking and reading in full german, and I had caught the name of the town I was being trucked into to attack, the
name I've forgotten but I can surely look around and find it once again. The last moments of that life I saw a convoy of trucks, whom we all believed
was our pickup to get the hell out of there, but as they drove by American soldiers started shooting and they all got out and ambushed us. The whole
troop scattered and I ran as fast as I possibly could, I ran off the side of the road down a large ravine and just kept going, as I looked back I saw
about 5 to 10 American soldiers, chasing and shooting after me. Deciding It was my time, I turned my rifle to my head and shot right there. I woke up
panting and verbally said '1942' without even meaning to.
That, in my mind, was my previous excistance.
Pt.2 on next post.
[edit on 8-12-2007 by start_the_peace]