OGDreamVisions

The Silver Heart The flow of images had weakened. I searched for the cause. Maybe I could get it started again. In a dark room, I found an old chiffon. I opened a large drawer. Inside the drawer, I saw a roll of film. Or were there two film reels? One upper and one lower. Here was the problem. The film would be guided from the lower film roll to the upper one. But the film was broken. Clipped. I thought it would have to be reconnected for the movie to start - and the whole thing would be shown again. I searched the chest of drawers. It was then that I found an amulet on a chain. It was a small silver heart with the following inscription: 41 years old, Wants To Take His Life I, as my bodily consciousness, gave the silver heart to its rightful owner: That is My soul. My soul stood by my side, in front of the chiffon in the dark room. His name is Hans. And he was born in 1902 - in that life, the life of my spirit incarnated as Hans. He died in 1943 somewhere in Germany. In a grenade hole. He said to himself just before he died - the very last thing that he said in that life: - Ich schieße in den Kopf. He shot himself in the head. I saw myself going up in the air. I saw a body sitting down there with its legs outstretched. His back rested against the wall in the grenade hole. It was the last of that life. In this event, I see memory images of a gun, used many times in the war. When fired, the barrel rotates for each shot fired. A penetrating powerful bang is heard: - Bang! I see the gun very clearly. I would have easily recognized it if I had seen it today. In another dream, I was told, by stern, ironic people, Spirits, that: - You were born in 1943. Since this year was not the year I was born in this body, they must have considered that the end of one life is the beginning of the next life. After many years of healing in the Spirit World - you are ready for a new life, a new incarnation. After many years, my soul came to its new incarnation. This body which I live in today.