Fritz's past life as a German Paratrooper (Fallschirmjäger)

Part I

Growing up I was also always fascinated by the events of WW2 and horrified by what I was taught in school and also by what I saw in *Hollywood* movies about the Nazis who came to power in Germany in 1933 right up to the nations total destruction by the *Western & Soviet* Allies in 1945. Images of the holocaust against Jews and gypsies, political enemies and undesirables and the executions of civilians by German soldiers would absolutely horrify me ands make me feel a terrible deep shame which really hurt me and I would resent this almost crying out that this has nothing to do with me.. A lost feeling where I was all alone as a kid with nobody to turn to and at this time I never even understood where these feelings were coming from or why I was so emotionally caught up in this particular part of European history. It was from my early teens and ever after I was nicknamed 'Fritz' by my close mates for my almost obsessive interest in Nazi Germany and was often mimicked and made fun of in jest by these friends with Roman style Salutes when they would greet me which was sometimes embarrassing in public and social places where we would meet, Pubs, Nightclubs, Cafes etc. I was never a neo nazi nor have I held any racist feelings towards others but was sometimes labelled as such by people who obviously never understood my friends Jest styled greetings.. My mother seemed to know all along but thought it was best to learn myself later in life when the time was right.. That came many several years later long long after I left Ireland as a 19 year old emigrant..

I did not fathom about the possibility of Reincarnation being raised in Ireland that such a concept is a total myth and does not exist by the then society I grew up in. I certainly was never expecting what is now known as any 'Past Life Recall' or 'PL Flashbacks' that would happen for reasons only the inner Soul knows when the Spirit world allows them to occur..

My first actual `Vivid Past Life Flashback` was in November 2001 which occurred of all places in München, Germany then en route to a small village in Austria by the name of 'Hallstatt'. Since about February 2001 I had become almost obsessed with going to this village when I by chance came across photos of the village on the internet. It was the most unbelievable compulsion I have experienced in a long long time. I just simply had to go there and it took nine months later for me to actually begin my journey there. I was very confused as to this strange compulsion as it came from within and was driven by an energy that needed to return there ?? This is extremely hard to explain. Part of me needed to Return there giving me thorough past life Feelings in my present incarnation. I was so excited about getting to this place I at the time did not ponder the strong possibility that I was returning to a place of childhood Happiness in a past life. The whole thing was like a jigsaw puzzle slowly slowly coming together piece by piece. From childhood to Adulthood in this present incarnation things seemed to fall into place somehow..

I remember that particular evening in München when stopping over there on my journey, I had been to an Irish pub called 'Gunther Murphys' with a German friend who I had first met during the Sydney Olympics in 2000 and whom had invited me to stay at her place should I ever venture to München. I took her up on that offer late 2001 and after we had got back to her place I fell asleep exhausted on her sofa in the living room..

Several hours later during the night I remember just being Totally Out Of It in more than a normal Deep Sleep when I felt myself weirdly entering almost another dimension beyond this world and being almost carried somewhere and then it just started to happen: =VIVIDLY= I was suddenly Alive in another dimension with all the senses of touch, smell, breathing, etc etc.. I was in shock that I felt so hot and sweating profusely and breathing deeply and my heart pounding so heavy I was scared throughout my body.. I heard someone yelling at me in GERMAN and I looked across the room to see what I knew was a good friend in total panic about getting to cover the window in front of me. We were in an upstairs bedroom of a farmhouse and from the window I could see the yard down below. My Kamerade was in full WW2 Deutsches Fallschirmjäger (Paratrooper) uniform which I recognised immediately because of the distinct uniform and of course his helmet.. I wore the very same uniform.. This was ALL HAPPENING AT A LIGHTENING SPEED in this flashback.. Next instant I could see a group of what were definitely by WW2 uniform 'US Soldiers' sprinting across the yard towards us from behind a barn and I tried to raise my weapon but it was to late as they had made it to the short entrance of the house below without me having fires a single round from the above window.. they had taken me completely by surprise.. Then I heard DEAFENING gunfire below us and explosions which must have been hand grenades being hurled into the downstairs rooms..The whole floor shook and I ran towards the main bedroom door leading to the landing stairs below.. My legs felt like heavy weighs beneath my feet and my heart was pounding at a thousand miles an hour.. With Total Fear in my stomach I heard the stomping on the wooden staircase of the farmhouse we were in as these bloody Americans I knew with all the fear in my heart and lungs were coming up the these stairs.. My Kamerad shouted that he will cover me and as I reached the door I was violently met by this huge build of a man who smashed his weapon into my face as soon as he lay sight upon me.. I was then pinned to the wall of the landing just outside the room I had come from and below both of us in man to man combat was the staircase of which more US soldiers now took cover from the machine gun fire from my Kamerad in the bedroom.. I was pinned firmly to the wall as this bastard was trying to choke me with his rifle.. It was then I seemed to know my fate, I knew I was going to die and never see my family again and I had promised them I would take care to do my best to try to get back home.. I did not want to die like this and I was only approx 23 years old and was certainly a conscript.. These Feelings I just felt so strong and I just did not want to die at the hands of this American soldier and I was in no position to even try to surrender.. In the struggle to free the choking grip of his rifle crushing my windpipe I kneed him as hard as I could into his groin, but as he was twice my size this meant as he collapsed we both fell to the floor with him on top of me and making it worse.. I remember the sporadic machine gun fire from both the bedroom and the stairs just below in return fire and was totally DEAFENING.. the stench of expired cordite was so thick I could hardy breath at already having been half strangled.. This American soldier was screaming words of confusion I could not understand as he kept pressing against my throat now with his forearm and then in the struggle as I was slowly losing my strength I felt a pistol muzzle being pressed into my neck below my right ear and I knew at that split second it was all about to end.. My childhood raced before me, my mother and father, my older brother, a baby sister, the girl I loved called Anja or Anna who I dreamed to marry and even some beautiful landscape was all there.. The expected single shot exploded at point blank range in a blunt Thud of a feeling and it was a timing of about 3 seconds as I felt myself die-pass away.. My body just lost peacefully all physical capability and as I completely slumped I felt at the same time an unbelievable MASSIVE Feeling of Release and Total Peace as I had risen above my body. All my Fear and Anxiety and Worry in that life All Evaporated into an almost Sea of Love and complete Sense of Harmony ..............

Part II

I remember arriving in Hallstatt that blustery wintery afternoon late November 2001 at the train station. A basically small platform with a hut and a shield stating the village name. The only other arrival was an older American tourist who was in awe at the beauty of the surrounding landscape. We caught a local small ferry across the lake to the actual village and it was without any words to this fellow tourist as I could not help but feel a strange sense of emotion and unable to talk to him.. When I got to Hallstatt I went straight to the village square as if by instinct.. that was uncanny, and was then guided to a guesthouse for the duration of my stay by a lady from the local tourist office. The feeling as I was there was like a kid who is on the verge of crying coz he is sad but holds back the tears, yet part of me inside was totally alive and happy to be there and I wanted to walk around every part of the village and see everything in my few days there which I actually did and I took so many photographs including several of the village war memorial to the fallen of 1914-1918 and 1939-1945. There were many names and I felt a sullen wave of emotion in the hour sitting in front of that memorial. I am sure the modern day population of the village must have thought I was really weird although nobody ever questioned me and when I went to buy some beer in the evening from the nearby pub I was greeted quite normally. Speaking German obviously maybe helped a little in that regard with the locals.. It was a feeling of being near to home again when I was there and I made a point of visiting both village graveyards when there of which I knelt and prayed. I was either from this village or from somewhere not far from it in some regard but it was as if I had been there before in some way.. When I left the place it was a a genuine feeling of being content and almost a sort of peace although not completely.. Of all the buildings in the village none rang a bell so the feeling is this village was a centre point from perhaps a farm not far from there but how would I even know where to go exactly??

Much later I would often reflect upon this past life flashback. I obviously knew it was as a young Fallschirmjäger (Paratrooper) at the time of death, but where was it that I was killed in that past life? From the actual past life flashback for whatever reason I just knew it was 1944.. That year has always made me stand up regarding WW2..That was always a strong feeling and it certainly felt like late summer so I always thought either August or September 1944. What was interesting however is I also always held a 'thing' for the regular German army called as you know the Wehrmacht in WW2. This was an affinity that did not seem to make sense with what my flashback showed me. Obviously there was more to that which I learnt much later on when I had another bizarre flashback one very unusual evening after work on the sofa at home in Sydney of all places a few years back in 2004. I fell asleep exhausted on the sofa after a hard day at work and the same past life flashback happened only much shorter and as if brought to an actual window this time simply to have a 10 second look !!! That I knew was in Poland and I saw myself trying to help turn an artillery gun around to face enemy fire. In that I was in regular Wehrmacht uniform and was again totally scared.. There was about six or us or so and a screaming Feldwebel who was angry as we could not turn the gun completely.. It was something that looked right out of a war movie complete with overhead whistles of incoming shells and the snapping sound of nearby bullets and a terrible stench of smoke.. As well as that I have had other very light flashbacks but nothing compared to what happened in late 2001. I was obviously forever curious as to my genuine own sanity as to whether this was just sheer imagination or in fact a reality as a Soul Recall for what ever reason life sometimes throws at us ??

My own mother is a clairvoyant and she over the phone in Spain has helped me a lot with the understandings of such things to do with past lives, although she was reluctant to become involved with my own personal intrigue and was suggesting I lead my own path to this and trust in intuition. She had heard my story yet was hesitant to say anything. I guess as she is my mother so felt it best came from another person unrelated.

I was always wondering and in doubt as to what had happened in 2001 being just a heavy dream or in fact an actual past life flashback so I decided just this year in 2006 to finally consult an independent psychic about it and perhaps see what they had to say if they picked up anything about it.

The following text below is from an Online Reading from a psychic lady I came across by pure chance. She did not know me from a bar of soap at the actual time of reading and my initial question to her was that I am experiencing past life trauma of which I am not sure why? I did suggest to her I felt it was a past life lived in either Italy or Holland with absolutely no indication of a time period. For all she knew I could have been suggesting 1641 in Italy or Holland.. I have never ever met this woman in person.

Attached is parts of her reading to me below.

Later after this I of course decided to have an online reading via chat with her which was a paid session which we agreed on before any discussion was made any further. I have copied and pasted parts of this reading below. This reading astonished me and explained what had happened before I ever made it to Arnhem to participate in the battle there which was my last standing in my last life.

Isabel

Part III

I discussed the idea of possibly going back to Arnheim (Arnhem) with Isabel the psychic lady who has guided me so much up to now. Was it coincidence that I was already going to Germany in June 2006 for the Football World Cup and would be staying there a total of 2 weeks. The timing seemed to just fall into place it would seem! However, before even going to Germany again it came to me that this really was not necessary to go to Holland, and that it would perhaps take quite a while to try and locate the actual farmhouse and who knows if it would still be there today or if it did would it look like anything like it did late September 1944? I know it was not so far from the river (Waal canal?) but again the feeling was that it was not necessary! and if I did go there between Arnheim and Nijmegen it would be best to simply reflect and say a prayer by the river for 'ALL' the souls of soldiers and civilians who were killed there - many of which have of course since reincarnated and are alive and well today in the modern era. Also as well for those who survived the slaughter of the WW2 battlefield, and were blessed to be able to return home to their families, and of course many are still alive to this very day- graced as they are in their old age.

What did feel much more important going to Germany upon this occasion was the 'Closing of the door' to that energy still generating from that past life which has affected me in so many ways especially in the present days since the ViVid flashback late 2001. It seems the door from 1944 remained open within my soul and then opened even wider and thus a connection to those days remained still very strong despite my reincarnation into a completely different culture and time period! of which as I write here having been raised with English now as my first language in this lifetime, my 'Love' of the Vaterland in this life never diminished and was a very strange feeling to feel such passion for a nation you know you are not actually a part of by birth or present day incarnation parentage !!! The language also being a challenge to relearn correctly, yet a language I still felt was very much my own deep within me.

Returning to Germany felt very Special upon this occasion. I had a strong feeling it would be to finally got the chance to say Goodbye within which was something I did not get the chance to do on (to write a possible day of passing) the 20th September 1944. Obviously this was something the modern day German people would hardly ever or want to understand in the mainstream. I was on my own with this, but what was always constant and remaining was the land and natural nature of what is still of course within the heart of Europa the nation of Germany. One third of the Germany I knew and loved in my then past life in the present day has been since annexed and occupied by Poland via the now defunct USSR and Stalinist Russia, the native German civilians being ethnically cleansed at gunpoint and forced in 1945 to the western part of Germany. The present day borders of Germany have always looked totally out of zinc to me as did the older borders when we had West Germany and the GDR prior to the time history of 1945 to 1990.

What I felt and inside wanted-needed to do was somehow reconnect to the land Germany. The living nature which -As odd or strange as this may sound it is where I felt I could allow soul healing to take place. Although my Germany was a very different one and the borders now forcibly altered the heart of Germany is still there even if again as I thought modern day Germans in the present day would hardly ever understand me. It was if fate itself had a very special living guide in Germany waiting for me and who is also very German indeed, she not only understood me but in fact led me on the path to healing and closure without her even realising what she was doing.

Upon arrival in Germany I was first in the beautiful town of Kaiserslautern in the Rheinland-Pfalz area. I was there to support Australia in the World Cup as they took on Italy in the beautiful 'Fritz Walter Stadion' on Betzenberg overlooking Kaiserslautern. In a cruel game of Football (soccer) Australia lost 1-0 when the Spanish referee awarded the Italians a penalty kick in extra time. It was a bitter way to lose as the foul was not an actual foul on the Italian striker. Still! the Aussies and local Germans still made sure of a fantastic party after the game.. The day after I knew I had to travel north to Bielefeld City to visit my old mates, and on my way there I was amazed at the new found German nationalism Everywhere with the nation celebrating its hosting of the world cup and no longer being made to feel guilty for WW2.. etc etc.. German flags were really everywhere, cars, houses, farms, and I felt so much relief to be a witness to this.. Hard to describe this feeling..

When I arrived at Bielefeld Hauptbahnhof my old mate Bodo was there to meet me with his new girlfriend 'Mona Schönewald', At the time when first meeting her I did not realise how important she was going to be in helping me to close the door to the past of a Germany in another time. Over the next days we got to know each other and while I was thinking again of a possible visit to Arnheim I felt once again any healing can be done right here in Bielefeld. As I opened up more to Mona I realised we had a soul connection and that I could be totally honest about my personal past life trauma and when the time was right I told her absolutely everything. Her boyfriend and my best mate in Germany, Bodo is also quite open about the subject but also kept it at a safe distance which I understand. I felt I could relax and not feel I will be judged by her as being a total nutter nattering on about being a fallen German soldier from WW2 now reincarnated.

To cut a long story short we went for some amazing walks in the nearby countryside and she brought me to a very special forest where the healing started to begin in ernest. Hard to explain but I made a few trips to this forest with long walks through it and the energy was just absolutely incredible. It was as if the forest was waiting for me and made me well aware that it was time to say goodbye properly and to let go of the past. Sounds incredible and no jokes please about hugging the trees ; ) but I just wanted to stay there among those tall green trees such was the Peace and Serenity and this was in the heart of Germany and the connection to the land and nature was like a live current racing around my soul. It also was Mona's idea to bring me to a living museum park of old German 'Fachwerk' homes so popular in Germany over the centuries, and of which I always feel such a connection to.. I love these style of buildings since childhood and felt so at ease to walk amongst this museum built as a living mini village depicting the different architectural designs from around Germany.. I knew I had once lived in such a house, possibly on a farm in some green scape somewhere probably on the German/Austrian border region of which the culture is the same despite politics and borders. (as Isabel had described to me) In Bielefeld city itself both Mona and Bodo brought me to see old WW2 monuments and places which survived the mass allied bombings which included a huge viaduct bridge which had the biggest RAF bomb of WW2 dropped on it to destroy it. (this before the US atomic bomb technology).. The focus of our small tours was a gentle reminder of WW2 Germany and my hosts were unbelievable, especially when they did not realise that they were helping me so so much Spiritually.

It was difficult trying to explain everything in German to Mona during those 2 weeks for obvious reasons, but it did feel like a massive release when I could sit down and talk about those times to her at different locations and just let it all out bit by bit and without any judgement.. Through her help and guidance upon my stay in Germany I could feel the door closing. She had given me the opportunity to release so much pent up anxiety, angst and doubt.. I told her *Everything* as I have written in my first two parts about my own personal WW2 past life experience.. It was a total connection through her own soul to everything of the Germany I loved and knew. I felt at total peace with the country again and knew it was now time to finally let go and move on.

On my last day in Germany before I was to fly to Ireland on July 11th 2006 to visit my father I fell into a state of total sadness that morning when I awoke. Seriously, I could hardly stand on my own two feet. It was time to finally let go and say my last farewell and close the door of which I now felt so very reluctant to do so. I had reached a beautiful understanding of acceptance but it was an incredible feeling of just not wanting to leave at all. I openly cried silent weeping tears in front of Mona with a blank stare that morning while lying down in bed, I was not able to stand up as I felt so dizzy if I did so. She was visibly moved by my genuine emotions as the tears flowed from the very centre of my Soul.. I did not get to see the old home green scapes on the German/Austrian border regions or go back to the battlefield in Holland but I had reconnected spiritually at one again to the land I had died for and the door I felt inside was closing to allow the Soul to move on and focus on the present path and rightly so.

Hard to believe but fate was to play a final card when I did depart Germany that day for Ireland. My place of departure was the small airport town of Weeze just a few kms from the Dutch border and not very far at all from especially Nijmegen and Arnheim. As the passenger jet aircraft raced down the runway in the direction of the Dutch border, I stared out the window and as we lifted into the evening sky there before me and below me was the area where I departed my last life in 1944. I had a good look at the vast landscape below and it was all clear to see.. the aircraft then reached further into the sky and I attempted a final goodbye but could hardly get the words out as I was so overcome with emotion.. It was just all so suddenly uncanny and almost bloody unreal to leave Germany flying over the very place I died defending it in my past life.....

It is a time like this that I truly wish I could write as well as the world famous authors in order to correctly describe to you how I felt. It is hard to describe such inner feelings and emotions in mere words and in this story of my past life I have only tried to do my best within my own words and I do apologise for my spelling and grammar mistakes where you have probably noticed them.. Although its my first language in the present incarnation I still struggle somewhat with the written words of English ; )

Attached with this final part of my own past life experience and story is a picture connected to my return to Germany in June/July 2006. Its how I looked in my last life as a German soldier who was slain in Holland 1944. My present day colour image in this picture is the photo that I sent to the psychic lady Isabel Blanco who from this actual picture did her past life reading that confirmed nearly everything I have seen via past life flashbacks and intuition.

I do wish to thank you if you have read my personal experience from the start and stayed with this right to the end. I understand now why we are not really supposed to remember our past lives! But when we do it is often for very good reason as I now know.

With this I should best close my own personal past life story, but I do hope we as a special group of souls can continue to share our past life experiences on this forum and help to learn from each other as to why we have been allowed to remember at least part of our past lives.. Ours of course being part of the Third Reich..

Thank you again for reading this far and for allowing me to share this personal past life experience with you..