remember having a "dream" or a "vision". I could see
myself as a Middle Eastern looking man. I had a full
beard and mustache, dark hair, olive skin. I was part
of an army and had a high rank, maybe some sort of general.
I could see the dry desert all around me.
I know there was some kind of fighting happening at
this time and I felt I was undefeatable. I was preparing
the morning defense plan, about to awaken my younger
fellow militant. He seemed to be like my "right hand
man," favored, the only one I would hold "normal" conversations
When my oldest son was three years old, out of the blue
one day, very seriously, he stated, "Mom, I don't want
you to die. I don't want them to shoot you."
asked, "You don't want who to shoot me?"
son answered, "The mean guys. Remember, Mom?"
I said, "No. I don't remember that."
son seemed very concerned and asked, "You don't remember
that, Mommy? Remember when I was big, the mean guys
shot you and killed you? I don't want them to shoot
It hurt me to see him look so solemn, so I told him
that no one was going to shoot me again, and I quickly
changed the subject. I felt in my heart that he was
remembering this from a past life, but I wanted him
to forget it because it seemed to bother him so much.
my son is ten, and about a year ago told me that he
had a "dream" that felt more like a "vision" to him.
He told me that he could see us as grown men. We were
in the army and looked like Middle Eastern men. He described
my dark hair and full beard and told me that our clothes
looked more like "regular army clothes, not the really
old kind." He told me that we were walking alone and
while we were talking he heard a loud noise. I dropped
to the ground because I had been shot in the back and
son said that when he turned around he saw two enemy
militants running away. He said that his fellow militants
came running to our aid. There were some questions as
to what had happened. They asked my son if he had shot
me but he explained that he had no weapons on him. However,
he had seen two men running away. He wasn't aware that
we were being followed or that I was going to be killed,
but he did not feel any compassion about my passing.
It hurt him to admit to me that he did not feel sad
for me at that time, so long ago in our past lives.
I believe we share a memory of the same past lives.
Posted Nov. 10, 2011