4th of July Jump into Past

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Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: Winery/Michigan
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Jul 18 16:02:47 2009

This is my story. I have had several incidents throughout my life starting at age 1-1/2 yrs. This was the most frightening and I don't know what to make of it. I am guessing that it is past life but could also be a premenition of the future. I had a dream premenition of 9/11. If anyone can help me understand what happened to me, I would greatly appreciate it.

Sig

PS: Some names have been changed for personal protection.

July 4, 2009

We went to Roundbarn for wine tasting and fireworks approximately 7:00pm. Had a good time and was feeling good. The guys were tasting beer and Meta and I were tasting wine.

Found a table under the tent while band set-up. Bought a bottle of Gewürztraminer. Saw Dave and Angie; said hello.

Band was WAY TOO LOUD!!!! We took our chairs out to the backfield. Enjoyed watching the people. Had a piece of Pizza. Was excellent!

Bad smell (Dead) coming from small stream behind us. YUK!!

At approximately 10:30 (1) one fire works was sent up. Yea!!! We thought that was it! A guy was walking in from the field. Were laughing and having a great time.

All of a sudden the fireworks just kept coming. More and More and More.. They were great. I clapped my hands for joy. It was soooo loud I covered my ears. This was Great!

There was a man with a very small child standing beside Heidi. The child was screaming bloody murder. Poor thing was terrified.

I looked at the father; he was walking away with the child. We were clapping our hands because the fireworks were so different and almost over-whelming. Right over our heads.

All of a sudden, the scene (my scene) changed. I was filled with terror!!! I was no longer in the field but in a small village. High-pitched sounds filled the air! Rancid smoke was everywhere. I screamed and screamed gasping for air and tried to get out of there. My legs were thrashing back and forth. Babies were crying and women were screaming. The thunder and whistling of bombs were all around me! Oh God Oh God!! We are going to die!!!!

Finally, I felt someone tugging at my sleeve. I heard a voice far away that I recognized saying SIG SIG are you all right? Someone was trying to console me. Than I recognized Klaus rubbing my shoulder telling me I was all right. What was wrong? Calm down! That I was OK.

It took me a while to come around just enough to realize where I was. I don’t know how I got to that village. (I new it was in Europe somewhere; Germany?) The smoke from the fireworks was hanging very low all around the field. I was still terrified but knew I had to leave. To me,it still looked like a war zone. Dense smoke, dirt and ashes just hanging in the air.

We finally got to the truck and I knew I would be safe. I apologized to Guy and Meta, but I had no explanation of what happened. All I know is that I was in a small village “somehwhere” that was being bombed by a huge barrage of bombs. Blood and bodies everywhere.

When we got home I took my jacket into the kitchen but I could not stand being inside the house. I went back outside and sat on the back steps. Klaus followed me. I was still gasping for air, eyes bulging with fear. I did not understand what happened to me.

Even after all this when fireworks went off in the direction of a small city south of us, I started screaming again. Whatever this was had a tight hold on me.

Slowly slowly Klaus talked me into calming down enough to go into the house. He said that he was not leaving me alone tonight. He stayed with me as I shook in terror for a very long time.

In the morning he asked if I slept all right and if I was OK. I said I slept OK thanks to Xanax but was still shook up bad. He told me that what I went through was called Shell Shock. Happens to soldiers or people trapped in a heavy bombing area. He also had no explanation other than something triggered a past life incident.

He said he didn’t know how I should deal with it other than to put it on the shelf. Things would become clear in time.

I spent Sunday in a fog. Slept quite a bit, for me. At times, I would get that sensation of terror just welling up inside me. I just prayed that I’d be able to go to work on Monday and function well.

I have had similar incidences (De ja vu) but NEVER anything like this.