Ovo su komentari ispod videa iznad na temu iz videa o reinkarnaciji.
I was born in 1965 and my son was born in 1997.
I had never thought much about reincarnation until after the birth of my second son. About the time my second son was about 5, we were playing in the back yard hen he suddenly stopped and said "Isn't the weather here warm and nicer here than in England?" I just looked kind of surprised at him and thinking what the heell is he talking about? I said I'm sure it is, being that we lived in Southern California at the time. A few weeks later my son asked me "Daddy do you remember when we died in the war?" Now I will say that my son had never watched any war movies at his age. and I had no idea where this was coming from.
On a side note just until my son was born I would have very vivid dreams of being in a foxhole with other soldiers dressed in WWII British uniforms when it was hit by a shell. At the point the shell hits and explodes the dream suddenly ends every time and I wake up.
A few weeks later my son brings up the war again and says he remembers we were friends and when we died in the war. I asked my son what he he was talking about. He says you remember, we were friends before and, a bomb killed us. I asked where did this happen and he said France, I then asked well what as my name then, and he giggled and said Jack. I then asked what his name was then, he said it was the same as now, George.
Every now and then he would bring up we were friends before, in the war. About the time he turned six he stopped talking about it. When he got older into his teenage years he became fascinated in World War II history. I asked him a few years ago about what he had told me as a kid, and he just looked at me like I was crazy.
With the memory of my vivid dreams and his insistence at such a young age that we were killed in the war, I have come to believe we were friends before in another life and have come back together to share the same family in this life.
Druga priča.
I am a 21 year old man from Sweden. I have a vivid memory of myself in the soviet army, where me and my squad/group of other soldiers are on a hill in a small quickly dug in trench/fox hole. It is night time and most of my… shall I say comrads? Are sleeping. My role is a maxhine gunner and I am operating the DP-27/28 I believe, also known as the dinner plate gun. I remember sitting there in the cold freshly dug up dirt, machine gun resting on my left, looking up at the stars. Suddenly I am hearing light footsteps. As I listen for a few seconds I realise there have to be germans sneaking up on us. Without any hesitation I pick up the gun and start emptying the gun down hill where I assumed the footsteps where coming from. I start to hear screaming and in the gun flashes I can see several germans running for their lives. When the gun is empty my comrads, of course freshly woken by the sudden gun fire are confused and I remember one started shining a light down hill. There was still 2 or more people screaming in agony down hill. And I remember there were atleast 8 dead people om the hillside. I also remember our squad leader telling me I did a good job, followed up by the rest who also told me I was good looking out for them. Thr guy on the night watch got a lot of shit though. I remember feeling so empty inside. 2 guys went down hill with rifles to finnish the last ones off. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night, I was stuck thinking about the lives I had taken. I wish I could remember more from the previous life but I can not. Why this experience? Probably because it was the most traumatic. I remember how my ears were ringing and the anxiety and dread, I felt like I ripped a whole theough the fabric of the universe and time as I killed those men, the screams of agony where devestating. Thank you for reading this, I am not expecting anyone to believe me about this.
