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Few days ago I had an interesting conversation with an old friend about our past lives. We are believers of reincarnation and we both have seen ourselves as soldiers from WW2. I learned all about my past from my realistic nightmares and a past-life therapy session from my teacher and my psychic friend, he learned his from meditations and dreams also. I served the USA, he fought for Germany. We never met each other back then, but the whole WW2 thing pretty much connects us in the strangest way possible. In fact, I felt this way to every incarnated soldiers I met.
Our conversation lead us to two questions: why do we forget? And why some of us have to remember again? Most of us, both believers and nonbelievers of reincarnation, have lost most of our memories about the past. What we care about is the present and the future, and after all, that's all that matters. So why do we have to see the past, why is it necessary for some us to remember?
I left a wife and a daughter, and it wasn't the kind of death brave soldiers should face. I surrendered, I let my enemy shot me in the head. The war was too much for me to handle because I was never born a fighter. I survived the first hour, thanks to a friend who carried me to the nearest red cross post. The nurse stitch my head but it was no use because I bled too much. Even now I have this stitch-like birthmark above my left eye, but my thick long bang covers the mark so it can only be seen if I tie my hair back.
My friend on the other hand, was so passionate about the war, even before he remembered his past-life he knew almost all the details about WW2. He enjoyed sketching soldiers and riffles. You can say that he's a human encyclopedia for WW2. Unlike me, back then he was good at fighting and he enjoyed serving for his past country. Unfortunately, his passion had to stop when he got shot right in the chest. He died in instance, leaving a girlfriend behind.
So we served different countries, we died in different way, the war was a traumatic event for my past self while his past self sees it as something exciting. I might had to forget because the memories were burdens to my past self and my spirit wanted to restart life all over again without having to physically remember this event. He might forgot because his passion took the lives of people including himself.
But in the end, as time goes by, we began to feel the urge to learn about the past and remember everything all over again. Why so?
Perhaps our spirits wanted to remind us that our unfortunate death shall not be repeated in the end of our current lives. We have been given the opportunity to experience life yet again, and we are now fortunate enough to have better fate and to be in a better world (well, maybe 'better place' suits better because the world is still full of wars anyway). Our experience shall be a lesson to both of us and everyone else in this world. We cannot change what is happening right now, we have little power to do so and the world has been like this since the beginning of mankind. What we can do is protect people around us, at least those we love, from doing the things our past selves have done. If we want to make the world a better place, we have to start from a small scale.
