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Re-living My Demise In 1941

It was January 21st 1987 and i was rehearsing my first semi professional play in Albert park, Melbourne Australia.

It was about 10 am when i became aware of a noise outside of the hall that we were in, i was studding lines and therefore trying to focus on the task at hand.....yet this noise, in the distantnce keep pulling my attention away....

Then for a hour or so the noise stopped......i began to concentrate and actively worked some scenes with co-actors and the director....

About 3pm.....i was waiting to work my major scene with a pretty famous guy, just him and me and the director and writer and the rest of the cast watching on......

We were doing a very heavy scene, when i realized i was once again distracted...

The director was not an easy man to disappoint so i tried extra hard to focus......

But this noise burned on......getting louder  ..........making it hard to concentrate.....i tried so hard to ignore it but along with the noise was now feelings of dread....

I checked my position, i seemed to be safe...i could see no reason for the foreboding feelings of dread.........

The noise continued to get louder...and louder......no one else seemed to even notice at all....not one glimpse to the windows from where the noise seemed the loudest....me i was getting more and more anxious.....i began to perspire.......i could no longer concentrate....

Then the noise was over whelming......the next thing i was aware of was i was alone....completely alone.....in total blackness, no floor or ground...no walls nor roof....just inky blackness.....then all of a sudden i was standing in a doorway in London....my two hands out to the sides holding the door frame extended to there maximum........by the size of everything around me i was a child of about 4 years old. I could clearly see, smell and feel the food in my hands, i could feel my dress at my knees......i could feel the cold night air on my face and smell the burning of the wood.

In front of me lay a cobblestone street with people running, the brilliant glare of a burning house opposite our house, in the night. One man ran down the street screaming, he was on fire....he was panicked......absolute chaos ensued

And still that sound.........................

Coming closer and closer

Then the sound of falling bombs.......................

Then, once again, absolute blackness....the same as before.....

Then in a blink

I was back in the rehearsal hall, on my knees hands over my head facing the floor.....when i looked up the entire crew and actors etc where encircling me...they all looked very concerned, hell i was very concerned and SO confused.....

The director, Robert, helped me up from the floor and assisted me to a seat and asked me if i was OK....yea I'm fine i said.....

i didn't want to talk about it to anyone....

I didn't understand what had just happened to me.....

The sky was quiet....

A few days later, I sought counsel with a close friend,......it was then when talking about it i realized what had happened, she told me that the Australia day fly over the Albert park lake was special this year, it was the first time that a genuine WWII bomber would take part in the festivities....

I went and researched reincarnation, it was then i found out that a smell or a sound can trigger past life memories....The bomber was a genuine ww11 german aircraft....there were two of them........

Bingo

It was the sound of the bomber doing practise runs over the flight path that triggered the memory.....

For your information

I had never ever taken drugs in my life, etc panadol for migraine

I did not drink alcohol

I was not tired

I was not under any significant stress

This was a real event that took place, i died in the bombing raid at 4 years old somewhere in London......

To be re=born later that century........

I can remember the whole thing like a dream now, but it was amazing....i have since experienced two other liefs but for just a brief moment....

angelmagikd angelmagikd 41-45, F 4 Responses Nov 15, 2009

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thats awesome to know what you were before you were you !!! i would love to know what I was before

Sweetheart, I have also heard from some that they have died and came back only to be haunted by past life<br />
What I tell you is true, but I will write you on your message page .....

isnt that called genetic memory....i do indeed believe that exists but i need to think a tad more on the subject...it is part of the evolutionary process...we remember what we need to too survive.

I have a theory that the brain may have memory cells in it that originated in another person, an ancestor, and they were brought to you in your DNA. It may be possible that triggers such as sound or smell could create a pathway to that memory, especially if it is a significant one, like the bombing of a city...I believe your experience was real, however, I do not place it in a spiritual realm, but a physical one...<br />
I have never had such an experience, but I know people who have. I would think it is no less real than a memory of yours created in this lifetime. We are made up of the cells of our ancestors. Does that make sense to you?