I’ve had a pretty normal life
except for an experience I had while in college in Baltimore. I was riding a
bus after a long day at school followed by a stint at my part time job. It was
cold that day, so I was wearing a knit hat.
Suddenly, my hat felt very heavy on
my head. The next thing I knew, I was wearing a helmet and was dressed in a
military uniform. A scene opened up before me. It was nighttime on a tropical
island. Members of my unit and I were armed and just waiting. It was awful. I
knew the Japanese were coming, and that it was not going to go well.
I felt a fear such as I never experienced before, it was so intense.
The next thing I knew, the Japanese
soldiers were on top of us and we were being overrun. I felt a bayonet go into
my stomach. It was so painful. I was on the ground and I felt cold, like the life
was draining from my body.
Then I was back in the bus, back to
normality. I could not understand what had happened to me. It was such an intense experience. I looked up the World
War II battle of Wake Island later on. It started in the middle of the
night and lasted till early morning. There was hand-to-hand fighting, and
bayonets were used. It happened on December 23, 1941 and I was born on November
That flashback was so vivid that I
became convinced that it was a real post-traumatic experience, much like
combatants have these days. I’ve also read that people who were killed in
previous lives sometimes have birthmarks where they were wounded. I have a birthmark
on my abdomen.
Posted on November 18, 2013