>>5No that's not it at all. It's been with me for at least two of m life times.
>>9 It was brief and very sad.
I was this "creature" alien or something. I was leading a group of soldiers in defense of a checkpoint.
I was screaming fight! fight! fight! while shaking a spear in my hand.
I was encouraging my soldiers to keep fighting no matter what.
We could not afford to lose this checkpoint.
I could not afford to lose a single soldier either even though I knew that we would.
Out of no where I was attacked my the enemy from behind. I remember being scraped in my lower back many times. I kept screaming Fight! Fight! Fight!. Then I woke up to a ghost rubbing his hand around the same area of my back that was wounded.
That's what made me think that this had to have been real. I can still feel that weapon slowly cutting away at my backside if I focus on the area of affliction.
In my early child I struggled with unusual amounts of aggression. Even in infancy I would bite and scratch my handlers and siblings.
It was as if I were still fighting in a war.
Today I'm much better and still have a lot to learn about love and light. I think that's part my purpose on the planet. To understand what love is.