reply to post by sled735
Just watched both videos on reincarnation posted n this thread. Wow. Every parent should watch the Ghost Inside My Child. I know so many people who
laugh at their kids' comments about previous lives and ridicule them, calling it imagination. I myself have a few basic memories of two lives before
my current one.
When I was about 6 or 7, I remember telling my mother that I'd been with two other families before this one. The first one I was an African American
man in the Army. I don't remember any particulars now, but I still have a picture in my head of what I looked like. It was an "official" looking
picture, where I'm sitting and gazing to my left (to the right if you're looking at the photo) wearing camouflage and a helmet, and there are two
flags behind me.
The next life I remember I was a little girl about 7, and lived with a very abusive father. I was only with these people 7 years, so I'm sure I died.
My mental picture of what I looked like is still vivid. I was a pale kid that never smiled, and my hair was straight and jet black. My bangs were cut
straight across and my hair was a little less than shoulder length. Then I said I came to live with my current mother.
She was amused by all this, and even had our doctor tell me he indeed did deliver me to this mother. I've never tried to do any research on either of
these lives. Several years back I had a bad experience at some fireworks near my home. During the finale, which has always been my favorite part, I
started seeing another scene play out in the flashes and smoke. It was like the two images were playing together, like two video sources at the same
I was looking out over sand dunes, miles in all directions, and got sort of hypnotized. Too late I realized men were running up over those sand dunes,
raising huge black clunky looking rifles as they ran. I opened my mouth to shout a warning - apparently I was on watch in the military - but I knew it
was just too late. It was a sickening feeling, knowing I had just got us all killed. The gunshots rang out, and in slow motion, I felt each bullet hit
They felt like punches as they hit me in the shoulder, forearms, and legs. As I slowly fell to the ground, everything got all swirly and I remember
thinking, "So this is what it feels like to die." This is the first time anything like this had ever happened to me, and as yet I wasn't into all
this paranormal stuff, so I just naturally thought I was going crazy!
In the little bit of research I've done since then, the closest thing to what I saw in the men running towards me and shooting, their uniforms were
most like the US uniforms in World War II. The sand dunes had to be the African "theater," as it's often called. I've always taken offense to
that, because nobody is acting, but I realize it is where everything plays out. I've not been able to identify the rifles though. Their helmets and
uniforms both were tan or khaki, and the brim of the helmet was very wide, probably for protection from the sun. They wore shorts, too... kind of
weird if you ask me.
The following year I had no interest in getting anywhere near fireworks, so it was the second year after that before I ventured maybe 2 miles away
from that year's fireworks. Oh, I neglected to mention this happened on the 4th of July!
I hate that I don't remember what year this vision, or flashback, occurred. I know I wrote it down somewhere, but in which notebook I have no idea.
Sooner or later I'll run across it, I'm sure.
One more thing, then I'll shut up... I promise! My brother and his wife moved to Florida from Tennessee around 1980, and in 1982 my mother and I
drove down to see them. I never had any fears of bridges, until we were on one little road that had a short bridge over water. My mother was driving
the car. As we approached this tiny little bridge I lost my breath, got dizzy, and grabbed onto the car door for dear life. I made it across the
bridge but I never knew where this fear came from. I have it today, and I get light-headed driving across a bridge over water, and if the bridge is
very long I smother.
Relating to this, I used to have to cross a bridge on the way to work. Coming back at night I always had the fear of watching my lights on the road
suddenly reveal black, where the bridge had collapsed and I was going to drive off into the water. Not as I approached the bridge, I always got this
fear toward the end of the bridge. Could be a clue, huh?
I'm going to see my sister near Greenwood, SC in a few days, and I dread this one bridge. It is about at the water's level, crossing a big lake. I
cannot breathe when I cross this bridge, and I gasp for air. Wish me luck, as it's the only way to get to where she lives!!!