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Originally posted by LightSpeedDriver
reply to post by Dillon123
In my past life I was a very hard worker, never took a day off sick, always worked, worked, worked. It got me nowhere and I died poor and not old with almost no possessions. That's why I'm trying to work a little less and live a little more in this one. Just in case I still die not old and with few possessions still.
OT As for speaking in tongues, I'm sorry to sound skeptical but could it not just be that you are mumbling as you are asleep?
"Gemmuhnuvvabeer...packa rips" The foreign language
"Get me another beer...and a pack of crisps"
Just trying to explore all possibilities.edit on 18/11/11 by LightSpeedDriver because: Typo
Originally posted by azbowhunter
Did she experience something tramatic recently?
I ask because I experienced something similar.
In '99 I was in the Marine Corp and was operating in Kosovo. On patrol one day, after pushing back some hardcore Serbian "police" we came across a large ditch filled with dead Albanians. Now, this site was not altogether a new thing for us in this area, but what I saw in the following minutes screwed me up bad (even to this day. I doubt I will ever get over it).
About 50 meters north of the bodies was a tree line, and from our vantage I could see what appeared to be some sort of burlap bag affixed to a tree and figuring it to be a marker of direction or even perhaps a range marker for mortars, we were reluctant to move forward. Ordered to continue, we moved on. As we approached the marker on the tree, I could start to make out what would become the one horrific image from all of the other piles of rotting death that I have not been able to shed from my mind since......
What was thought to be a marker, was actually the skin of a toddler. The Serbs had taken a child, skinned it, then stuck it to the side of this tree.
I can not tell you the emotional struggle that welled within me at that very time, but most notably was that I could no longer see color that day. Everything was in a very grainy, grey and white.
Anyway, for the next three nights, my buddies would wake me up to tell me that I was speaking in German, really fast.
This concerned me and after speaking with the Chaplain, it stopped. But he did say that this is actually very normal, even though difficult to explain or understand.
So, maybe talk to her and see if there is something 'underlining' that may have caused this.
And also, I wanted to give you guys more detail about that day in Kosovo to help paint the picture in more definition for you, but I am finding it difficult to type. I would just rather 'not go there'. But I was able to spit out enough for you (I hope) to understand what I meant by 'tramatic'.edit on 19-11-2011 by azbowhunter because: (no reason given)edit on 19-11-2011 by azbowhunter because: (no reason given)edit on 19-11-2011 by azbowhunter because: (no reason given)