Post by poseygilbert on Mar 22, 2014 5:10:26 GMT -6
Oma
By: Posey Gilbert
By: Posey Gilbert
Caveat:
Lois I am posting this for your question about previous life dreams.
I do have dreams of living in the past since a child. What do you think that is? A real reincarnation or just dreams?
Frankly I thought it was too weird to post.
But you asked for it
I hope it helps
I do have dreams of living in the past since a child. What do you think that is? A real reincarnation or just dreams?
Frankly I thought it was too weird to post.
But you asked for it
I hope it helps
I know I had to be very young because Ralph was not born yet and I was the baby in the house then and I don't think I was talking then or I would have asked my mother about it.
In this dream I was an old white woman dressed in black wearing a black scarf and shawl.
I was walking on a long dusty road behind other old ladies we were scared and silent as we walked.
There were helmeted uniformed men with guns walking in front and behind us.
Where I was I could see there were other people younger than my group walking ahead of us they wore black too some were carrying their children or either held their child's hand but there was no noise but the sounds of nature, the rattling of the guns they carried, and shuffling feet.
It was a brilliant day, the air so clear, so fresh and the scenery, beautiful, but the mood was so solemn, so glum.
As we were walking we came upon an apple orchard, its trees all grew these big baking apples on the low hanging branches.
I looked up at them thinking how much I would like one but dared not try to reach for one.
Then suddenly there was a commotion behind us, but I dare not turn around to look, I knew just to keep walking.
The soldier beside me fell back to help the others I guess, and that was when I noticed there was one of these apples along the road side I quickly stooped to scoop it up.
As I did this, a young soldier stepped from behind the tree adjusting himself and looked at me as I tried to hide the apple under my shawl.
I looked at him terrified that I had been caught, but his expression was gentle toward me and he seemed a little embarrassed.
He had blond hair and light blue eyes; we stood there our eyes locked onto each other's for a second's breath.
In that eternal moment I thought,
"My God you could be my grand son and here you are marching me to my death."
At the same time I was seeing through the young soldiers eyes and was thinking,
"My god you could be my Oma, and here I am marching you to your death."
In that instant I the dreamer realized that I was the both of them.
Then I heard the returning soldier call to the me that was the soldier and asked why we were not walking.
"This clumsy old woman stumbled and almost fell," I lied watching her hide the apple.
"Walk on you clumsy old cow" I snapped at her and the I, which was the old lady walked on and the dream ended.
Years later as I was watching the TV show The Twentieth Century, that old dream just popped into my mind, and it became clear to me what that long ago dream had really been about.
In the mid eighties I worked in Currency Destruction with Theresa Whit a lady from Frankfort Germany.
I was reading Wilhelm Reich's The Function Of the Orgasm in which he often used German terms which she would kindly translate for me and so we became very good friends and she taught me to speak some German.
One day she taught me the word for Grandmother was Oma.
The only other time I ever heard that word was in that dream so long ago.
Till today I still wonder if it was just a dream, or an example of disambiguation, and so was it indeed true memories of one of my afore-life(s)?
But if that was so, did that mean that one soul could inhabit more than one life line at the same moment in time?
I was to later in my forties have a face-to-face encounter with a possible answer to that conundrum early one morning on the streets of the East Village.
Excerpted from:
The Vanishers
The E. Ville Ghost
It was a cold winters night in 1994 about 3:00 am and I had just left the home of my friend Carolyn in the East Village.
I had just rounded the corner of 1st Street and Ave A and was starting up to catch the F train. A brisk wind had swept the streets clean of garbage and Clubers alike and was hurrying me along too.
I had just passed the East Indian Deli and was walking pass the parking lots of the high rise when I saw the young man approaching me.
He was staggering and really not dressed for the weather now though earlier his attire would have been enough.
I remember thinking to myself you'll not make it through this night if you continue going the direction you are staggering like that.
Why not just put a sign on your neck saying, "Mug me.... Easy prey."
To my surprise the youth staggered toward me and stopped.
"You won't believe this he said but I have walked all the way down from Broadway trying to bum subway fare..." he slurred "No one will give me even a quarter."
I looked at him and was startled how much he looked like the ex boy friend of a mutual friend of Carolinas and mine....
It was just that he was at least ten years younger but *bleep* near a twin of him. He apologized several times to me for being in the condition he was and said he should have known better but he spent every dime he had on a girl and a good time and that they both ran out at the same time.
I laugh and gave him a quarter and started to walk for it was cold and he said, "Great all I need now is another dollar."
I had thought all he needed was a quarter by what he had said earlier and called him back and said, "Look you need to get your *bleep* off these cold streets give me back the quarter and I'll give you a token."
Wobbling he put out his hand and I took the quarter from it at pushed the token into his palm for I was afraid he would drop it and that was all I had was two tokens and a quarter. "Now you need to get on the subway" I said and started to walk toward the station.
"OK." he said but walked the other way I turned to call him he was gone.
I walked up the block and called Carolyn to tell her of what happened and about the young twin of Rob I had encountered.
After a long pause she told me how when Rob was a young kid he had been stabbed and died on a subway but was brought back to life in the hospital.
Was it young Roberts ghost?
You tell me...
Told you it was weird.