Spirit Guide Shows Me My Past Lives

You all now by now that I think this is the same thing that watches over me I call it my sentinel but just didn't want to put that in the title "my sentinel 3" come on. This story takes place in the same bondo trailer as sentinel 2. Only at this time my room was at the end of the house the farthest south room that took the whole back half of the trailer. The floor was patched together because a broken water heater destroyed some of the floor and had to be replaced. The back two windows were broken out before we moved in also it was being used for storage.

Amidst the holey floor, city of boxes, and the gale force winds of the Great Plains that composed my bed room, was of course my bed. It was a retro 80's water bed poufy black leather side rails and a head board to match. I actually loved that thing looking back on it. I slept so well in that bed. That is until winter came.

The windows had not been fixed yet; one of those it's on my list things. The winter that year started out tame so I didn't mind too much. I like sleeping buried under mountains of covers as long as the weather permits it. That is also why I didn't mind it when the water beds heater went out. Thought it's a little colder, I'll live.

The snow had at last set in and the over nights were sub zero (Fahrenheit). The bed was like an ice cube. One night in the frozen rain (literally) I started to shiver badly I could not keep my self warm. The icy touch of winter bit into me hard. I don't think I fell asleep that night; my brain just stopped working.

Hypothermia induced hallucination or dream; call it what you will; I started in a dark cold black room with 7 pillars lights in it. In these seven pillars stood seven bodies. My spirit guide was there though I could not see him. I felt him like I always do. (Side note if you were wondering were he was all the other nights he would stand in the door to the room by the closet). The number of pillars was seven I can only remember 3-5 right now. No information was given to me about these people like name age location in time.

The one I remember most was a little girl. She was blond in pig tails, blue eyes, and smiling. Her powder blue dress with a black and white plaid inlay lent me no clues as of her era. Her golden locks hung to her mid back. Her eyes wide and bright not clouded by years of judgment for the world. She could not have been any more then eight years old. That is when it hit me "this was me"; my sentinel gave me a nudge to confirm this epiphany. It still bugs me, how could I have died so young? Why was I here then if I was not going to have a life to live?

The second, now that was a life complete. An old farmer round, thin shoulders, thin gray hair. Funny actually it receded just like mine is. Weathered and old, look like he lived in the fields. Clad in overalls and white shirt; totally retro almost looked like a stereotype. He to was smiling, a fulfilled smile; like when the heart attack that took his life came he was ready. His life was, lived his time had come. I hope when I go, I go with that smile on my lips, and that look in my eyes.

The only other one I remember enough to write about is the soldier. Him I can pin down to a specific era 1939-1945; yep I was a Nazi. I could not have been more then 25 when I was shot and killed by three large caliber rounds ripping their way through my chest. The look on my face was disgrace. (I choose not to ponder what caused the feelings of dishonor) high cheek bones, sunk in cheeks, and full lips made the bulk of my facial features. My hollow lifeless eyes had seen things I never wanted to and never want to again. I wore the bullet holes and dressed uniform like a badge. (I hope it s more of a scarlet letter then of honor)

The other two I am not to sure about either it was just giving me a time line for them, or if I was these people. The first was Nero hope not I don't want to be that evil. The Nazi was bad enough. The next was Kublai Khan. I don't know much about my ancient Mongolian emperors, but I don't think he was a nice guy. As I said I don't think I was these people just around them they are all I can remember.

Another one down more to come still looking through all those tapes for the film. Until next one, my blessings go with you all.