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P. S. Special note :
According to the steps provided in the video, before going down the steps to enter my Past life,
At the beach with the lively peaceful forest:
I was very happy smiling looking up at the warm sun and passing clouds, sitting on the cool beach sand letting the sunshine soak in, and a little boy came running out of the forest into my arms, he was my son. Also a tall handsome man in a simple suit and tie came walking out from the forest to meet me, I immediately recognized him, he was my husband. I see in my imaginations eye I am a fairly young woman around early / mid thirties I have a red slightly tousled dress and red casual hat on. We are all very happy to be together, hugging, smiling, laughing, like a family reunion.
The part when the fog came and I noticed my spirit animal:
My spirit animal was a forest raccoon.
Now to the part where I went down the steps to enter my Past life,
My name was Marianna, a woman of 27 years old.
I was a German soldier at the time in Germany year 1947.
I had short slightly curly dirty blonde hair, blue/green eyes, probably around 5' 5", a slim yet normally fit body, and lightly blushed pale white skin. I was in a soldier uniform and black tap-dancing sort of shoes.
At this moment I was in a bar alone with no company, It was during the war. I stopped to have a smoke inside the bar, sitting /standing around the bartender table. I had a horrible feeling of guilt in me, I had murdered and/or witnessed murder.
The bartender is someone I recognize in this lifetime - Bill Kaulitz (for some reason :/) - but his physique was different, he was a man tall, good amount of muscle, deep dark black hair cut short, with a more classic German chin & body frame. Surprisingly his demeanor is a lot more meek & humble than what his appearance seems to be. He was a sort of friend of mine, reason why I chose to go to that bar.
At home, my husband which I love so much and my only baby son await me.
I come up the stairs and enter our house /German townhouse, my lovely husband is awaiting me while the baby is sleeping in his/our room. We love one another so much we immediately kiss and hug one another. We miss each other so much, we are almost to tears.
My husband's name was something like "Steven" but his close family and I all called him by his middle name "Ruben".
You may ask why is it that I have gone to serve in the German army shortly after having the baby while my husband I love so much stayed home. It is because my husband had an unexpected medical emergency which left him with a slight disability.
The German government was forcing each family to send a family member, preferably male and over 15 years old to serve in the German army.
With my husband's disability in mind, we decided he would stay at home taking care of the baby while I would go out serving in the German army, every once in a while returning back home because they allowed me for the fact that I am a woman.
Life went on like this for very few months about a period of 3 months or so.
One fateful day that marked the rest of my life, and if it wasn't for the Creators mercy on me, I would have went to rest as well, which is what I wanted after coming to knowledge of what had happened then.
The German army sector of government found out that my husband had been staying at home, for some reason they marked him as a traitor, and they sent a soldier to our house and shot my husband dead right in front of me. I of course could not conform and I immediately fought back with the soldier. The soldier also gave me a shot to kill, however, I did not die, they took my only baby son to a public hospital with other babies and left me and my husband to die from gunshot wounds.
I fainted at the moment and I woke up later dazed with a terrible gunshot wound to my abdomen, however my one and only love my husband did not make it, when I woke up his life was already gone out if him.
I moved myself the best I could, I self treated at home. But my husband left this world and our baby was gone. And with that, the only life I had with me were the pictures that remained.
I later went into spiritual work, staying at home, I would give others spiritual counsel/readings. I did this work until the end of my life at an old age around 60-70 years old. I died of a fever, alone, holding the pictures of me, my husband, our wedding together, our baby boy, the happiest time in my life.
End note: The facts in my Past life Regression may be a little off, I am just taking note of my first impressions I received.
