sorry, guess we are total loser dorks

Never mind we resemble that remark

For me it was the realization that I had been alive before and was killed in a war. I had a recurring dream as a baby on into my toddler years. In it I shot a guy, we were both wearing uniforms, he was old, maybe 50 or 60, and from an Oriental race, probably Japanese. I looked in his eyes and felt like such a shit for shooting him. I dropped my rifle and walked over to him to help him, figuring I could do something for his wound, maybe keep him alive. When I was close enough he pulled out a sword and cut me almost in half. I accepted it, half expected it, and just looked down at my guts rolling out of my body and died. Everytime I had the dream it was exactly the same. By the time I was about 4 years old I knew for sure it was a memory and not just a dream. It was at least 4 more years before I ever saw a TV and back then only live studio stuff was broadcast, so that can't explain it. The result of this was I realized we do return to this life after we die and killing is wrong, for any reason. It made me a "born pacifist" and a heretic I guess. My life though has been a wonderful string of incredible experiences, often close to death but at the same time more full of life than I suspect a lot of people get to experience. 

I also have a memory from just a few days after my birth, or at least I assume it was that soon. It was a visit from some incredibly beautiful woman (bathed in glowing light of course) who urged me to keep working through my new life to solve my puzzle. She assured me it would be hard but if I kept at it I would eventually get it. As soon as I could talk I started bugging my parents to tell me where my puzzle was.

These memories have been with me since I was a tiny child and are as clear today as they were then, and as they were through my whole life. I think it's sad we lose our childhood memories so soon because in my case they have been like a guide to keep me dogging the truth and caring, hoping some day we'll all be aware of our true nature and be able to heal this planet so filled with woe.

At least I have a good excuse to be weird...

DavidK...thank you so much for sharing your heart...it means a lot to us...we honor and respect you to the umpteenth degree. You make this post an honorable mention to every vet who has sacrificed their sanity and come back sane and alive.

K now we gotta cry...David K you are respected and we honor you here and now...and we thank you!

Do ya know the 'real' us

I had a twin but he was evil and I was forced to kill him. Or was I evil Am I evil ...

I have two great moments in my life that I will never forget:

1. September 20th 1994, 3:15pm my first son, Kenneth was born after a very rough and dramatic delivery. He basically "got stuck", so they had to perform a caesarian section in a hurry. Fortuantely all went well

2. June 19th 1998, 3:33am my second son was born after yet another rough and again dramatic delivery and subsequently another caesarian section. This time not all went as well as we had hoped. Not that it had anything to do with the rough delivery, but he was born with "closed" right ear which of course have left him with a reduced hearing and major speach problems - only those that are around him on a daily basis only understand a bit of what he says now.

Anyways, he's a happy and thriving boy, thats what counts!

I shall never forget that, the most beautifull sunrise the day he was born, as I stood and watched it, with him in my arms for the very first time

David, I believe in something that would, in my opinion, offer an alternative explanation to your story. I believe in some sort of genetic memory. In other words, I believe that some traumatizing memories can be passed from parent to child.

First, let me say that I only met my genetic father when I was 15.

It's a little off topic, but let me tell a story.
I have always been afraid of closed bath curtains. Throughout my childhood and well into my teenage years, whenever I walked into a bathroom and the bath curtains were closed, my legs felt weeks, my stomach felt sick, and I had to slowly walk to the curtain and jerk it open, always half expecting to find something behind it.  I mean, I was terrified. Always have been.  And no, I never watched the movie Psycho as a child.

Then one day, after I had known my genetic dad for a few years, he tell me a story that traumatized him. When he was a child, his parents were porr so they rented a room to a student for a little extra momey. Well, apparently one day my dad (he was about 10 years old) walked into the bathroom, and pulled the bath curains opened, and there was the student tenant dead in the water bath, both wrists slashed opened.  He said that ever since that day he was always terrified of closed bath curtains.

And you know what, after he told me that story, I never was afraid of closed bath curtains. As if, knowing where my fear came from cured me of it.  Anyway, since then, I've talked to some psychiatrists and doctors their opinion on this, and they all say that although it would be a novel idea, there is nothing scientifically that could make it impossible. 

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hMM

bruises on the soul
passed down
bruises on the mind
another clown
perhaps
A time to think harder
As to what brought you here
A time to stop the barter
money won't get you near
maybe
This is all there ever was
And you say "just because"
but you can't...so you rant
and you run and you pant
Sigh

Hmmmm. Our poetry sux Good thing we are not getting rated on it.

When my kids - Kyle & Jazmine born.

DavidK shivers at the thought of having to rate poetry...

Snowman, the birth of a child is definitely one of the most wondrous events anyone gets to witness. My son's birth was also a moment of unbelievable spiritual energy. It truly is like seeing a miracle with your own eyes.

That's really interesting paxx, there's even a lot of documented cases of the same thing happening with organ transplant patients. Thay'll often become aware of feelings and urges that turn out to be a mirror of the donor's mind. The body is much more than meat and bones obviously and you can't deny the connectedness of humans. They say the entire human race comes from a single origin which makes us all related.

I had another experience where I had overdosed on drugs, my heart stopped and I drifted out of my body and was watching the fuss that ensued while someone tried (successfully) to revive me. It also left me feeling there's a part of our being that doesn't rely solely on the body for life. We are complex beings, genetics will only prove us to be even more complex than we imagined.

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I can't tell you mine. They'd put me in a psych ward. But it's really interesting and scary. It's an ability that's been passed through my mom's family. And it's creepy. I'll bbl. I'm looking forward to reading more of these posts.

told before in another thread. popped out the front door of a gold shop in Nong Khai, Thailand, ( '73) just as Pathet Lao terrorists were running by. one swung a 45 into my face and pulled the trigger, heard the hammer click. thai policeman who shot the terrorist gave me the bullet from the chamber as a souverir. you can see where the hammer struck the bullet. this experience severely jostled the comfortable sense of invincibility that had previously accompanied me flying combat missions. i didn't lose my nerve, but i had much more to be grateful for each time we returned from Cambodia in one piece.

As things are going on a spooky trend here, I'll give you my scary highlight.

As a child I, like many young people, considered myself immortal. I believed that I could walk into busy traffic and nothing would hit me. Once or twice I tried out the theory and my friends all said there was something spooky about the way I could just walk across without looking and just pass unharmed through the cars.

About three years ago I was working full-time in an office job which pushed my stress limits to the maximum. I spent much of my time in an exhausted daze and ended up having to take pills to try and counteract a heart problem I'd developed. I was basically a wreck and just going through the day-to-day routine without ever really taking much notice of what was happening around me.

One day I got off the train and started the 20 minute walk to the office through the early morning rush hour traffic. I came to the big main road which I had to cross to get to the office, and being in a sleepy daze I just stepped out into the road without looking. In typical slow-motion style I looked up to see a white van about a foot to my right and froze. At that instant I felt someone grab my shoulders and pull me back with such force that I fell backwards onto the pavement. The van sped past about an inch from my face as I fell. The instant I hit the ground I snapped into full consciousness and looked around to see who had pulled me out of the traffic. There wasn't a single person to be seen in the street.

That day I quit my job and all my physical and mental problems just vanished. To this day I get a strange feeling when I cross the road.

bkb makes a mental note not to walk directly behind grayhaze approaching intersections.

Nearly dying can qualify as a highlight for sure because nothing brings closer to life than close to death. The evening of May 27 1992 approximately 10 PM I was shot by three assailants. The evening turned to daylight as a result of the muzzle flashes, I was definitely aware of the fact that I had been struck in the head because I heard the sound as the bullet entered, fractured my skull and exited, I experienced a change in perception, everything I saw was florescent green or yellowish green, I could not breath or cry out. I then felt like I was bouncing but actually I was hitting the ground because my legs were just completely cut out from under me. I had been hit four times …once in the back of the head, once in the buttocks a through and through wound …exiting from the groin.(A little to close to the right side family jewel for comfort) I was struck in the hand blowing out the knuckle on my right hand pinky, and I was struck once in the right leg. I remained conscious though the whole ordeal I especially remember basically thinking well this is it, it is all over I was thinking of those I was leaving behind, I was resigned to the thought that when my eyes close they will close forever, Somehow I pulled through.

Why I am reporting this here I have no clue.
Someone did ask I think

Greyhaze is here and that would explain the black crow that has just decended upon my window

One of my highlights? hmmmm how about 3?

1.) Being with my girlfriend for 4 years now when december gets here. I love her so much. This is the longest relationship I have ever had.

2.) surving the "system" I was torn from my mom when I was 12 to be placed in foster care. They all said I was uncontroable. I ended up being locked up until I was 18. I came close to sucicide several times. I thank God I am here today. It has been hard since I suffer from ADD.

3.) My faith. I have been in and out and lost and found my religion several times through my life. But deep down I have always loved God so I am happy I am here today.

My highlights in life? Hmm...a tough one. I once told a friend that the way she was acting was merely for attention. Three years later, she comes to my house, and starts crying saying 'You were right, I'm gonna change...etc.'. She was also a coke addict at the time, 3 days after she spoke to me, she enrolled in rehab, and today...is in college and working.

I once met a girl for the first time ever, before even speaking to her, the name 'Nancy' started running through my mind, so I ask the girl...'Whats your name?' She replied Nancy.

I told another friend who was on the verge of suicide and having real problems in his life. He told me if God is here, why does he let all this bad shit happen to me? I never did God any wrong doing? I then explained him my points of view on life and God (which I will not here as it will probably cause a serious argument), but he did not kill himself and he is still my friend...only know he thinks im the messiah or somethin...hehe.

2 lives saved and one psychic reading...that about sums it up. I have no personal achievements worthy of stating in this thread. I won a couple of 9-ball tournaments and umm...got a 143 on an IQ test. Other than that, I'm a bum.

I do on the other hand have lots of mistakes...I could fill a book with all the mistakes and mishaps I've made in the 21 years of being on this planet. Save it for another thread though...

Snowman, the birth of a child is definitely one of the most wondrous events anyone gets to witness. My son's birth was also a moment of unbelievable spiritual energy. It truly is like seeing a miracle with your own eyes

David - I couldnt have said it better myself!