Thread: Lifelong Mystery Solved

Have you ever met a six year old that talked like he or she was forty years old ? Have you ever wondered why ? Have you ever heard the phrase, “Old soul” ?

That was me.

It all started a couple of decades ago with a pair of recurrent dreams. The images were in color and quite vivid. The first image was as if taken from a plane circling an oval harbor. The water is different shades of blue, with the lightest blue next to the shore line. Sand on the shore line met the water. Vegetation started close to the shoreline and dominated the island or atoll.

The second image was even more vivid. I’m flying a plane, a propeller driven plane. The plane is in a climb, pulling away from a bombing run. My crewmates in the plane are cheering. The building behind us, the one we are pulling away from, is brown stucco with a red tile roof. There are palm trees around the building. Then, there are the phobias.

The first is a fear of deep water. On past life forums, it is said that the deep water phobia is a commonality of Titanic survivors. However, if one was on the Titanic, they couldn’t have been flying around-that doesn’t match up. The other phobia is not necessarily a fear of high places, as it is a fear of dropping from a high place. An elevator ride doesn’t bring it on, or an airplane ride, but if the airplane makes a sudden movement, the phobia kicks in.

Then, there is the pre-cognition, otherwise known as déjà vu. Ever been someplace and had the feeling “Hey, I’ve been here before” ? Have you ever been with someone who had a strong sense of déjà vu ? It’s happened to me several times. The most powerful happened at a place that had been a World War 2 airfield. I stood on what had been been the runway and I looked up at the control tower, and I knew, I just knew.

So, the clues were, a possible plane crash, a background as a pilot, deep water, and the cities of Los Angeles and New York. For decades, I’ve carried the images and not understood. I’ve tried past life forums and not really found help, only solace. And then, last week, it happened.

At another forum, I made mention of the memories. A forum member sent me a pm and told me of his aunt being very certain of a past life, so certain, that she has had emotional distress over it. I told him of my memories and birth date. He started searching, and he found a plane crash close to my birthdate. The thing that caught my eye was numbers attached to the flight. The flight number corresponded to my birthdate, as well as the numbers of fatalities. The numbers added up to significant moments in my life.

We went over the passenger list and crew member list. Since the crew members were all French, that kind of took the air out of that balloon. But then, something in the passenger list stood out. It was a passenger with a number attached. Things were adding up now. The numbers-5-24-36-48-72. It was too much of a coincidence, and there is no such thing as coincidences.

The passenger in question had been a champion figure and ice skater (a lifelong passion of mine). He was a Navy Pilot in World War Two (natch), and he lived a charmed life (take note, if you have one charmed life, your next life won’t be so charmed).

So, the question remains, you have found yourself-where to now ?

Take those numbers to the lottery.

*Jots the numbers down*

You won't mind it if I do as Kang says and er, invest on this number string of yours?

Originally Posted by Dudester

Have you ever met a six year old that talked like he or she was forty years old ? Have you ever wondered why ? Have you ever heard the phrase, “Old soul” ?

That was me.

It all started a couple of decades ago with a pair of recurrent dreams. The images were in color and quite vivid. The first image was as if taken from a plane circling an oval harbor. The water is different shades of blue, with the lightest blue next to the shore line. Sand on the shore line met the water. Vegetation started close to the shoreline and dominated the island or atoll.

The second image was even more vivid. I’m flying a plane, a propeller driven plane. The plane is in a climb, pulling away from a bombing run. My crewmates in the plane are cheering. The building behind us, the one we are pulling away from, is brown stucco with a red tile roof. There are palm trees around the building. Then, there are the phobias.

The first is a fear of deep water. On past life forums, it is said that the deep water phobia is a commonality of Titanic survivors. However, if one was on the Titanic, they couldn’t have been flying around-that doesn’t match up. The other phobia is not necessarily a fear of high places, as it is a fear of dropping from a high place. An elevator ride doesn’t bring it on, or an airplane ride, but if the airplane makes a sudden movement, the phobia kicks in.

Then, there is the pre-cognition, otherwise known as déjà vu. Ever been someplace and had the feeling “Hey, I’ve been here before” ? Have you ever been with someone who had a strong sense of déjà vu ? It’s happened to me several times. The most powerful happened at a place that had been a World War 2 airfield. I stood on what had been been the runway and I looked up at the control tower, and I knew, I just knew.

So, the clues were, a possible plane crash, a background as a pilot, deep water, and the cities of Los Angeles and New York. For decades, I’ve carried the images and not understood. I’ve tried past life forums and not really found help, only solace. And then, last week, it happened.

At another forum, I made mention of the memories. A forum member sent me a pm and told me of his aunt being very certain of a past life, so certain, that she has had emotional distress over it. I told him of my memories and birth date. He started searching, and he found a plane crash close to my birthdate. The thing that caught my eye was numbers attached to the flight. The flight number corresponded to my birthdate, as well as the numbers of fatalities. The numbers added up to significant moments in my life.

We went over the passenger list and crew member list. Since the crew members were all French, that kind of took the air out of that balloon. But then, something in the passenger list stood out. It was a passenger with a number attached. Things were adding up now. The numbers-5-24-36-48-72. It was too much of a coincidence, and there is no such thing as coincidences.

The passenger in question had been a champion figure and ice skater (a lifelong passion of mine). He was a Navy Pilot in World War Two (natch), and he lived a charmed life (take note, if you have one charmed life, your next life won’t be so charmed).

So, the question remains, you have found yourself-where to now ?

I go along with this. My lady hates churches and getting her face wet with a deep and abiding passion, and believes she was drowned by the church as a witch in a past life.

By comparison, she calls me a young soul with no past lives to have learnt from.

I go along with this too. Others seem to instinctively recognise it in me, using “Young” as a prefix to my name when addressing me.

A forum like http://www.stevepavlina.com/forums/spirituality-consciousness-awareness/ might be interested in hearing your story.

Wow Ox, that is some amazing stuff. I am the only old soul in my family and that is a source of friction. I have met some other old souls, but like me they're busy people on a mission.

The old soul is a difficult concept for a young soul. In Eddie's case, he died too young and I'm living out his karma (I guess), although I wish I could've had his charmed life. When it's time for me to pass, I guess I will have finished our mission, so we can go into the light, and probably be given a new mission, what ever that may be.