My mum told me that when I was about 4 years old, we were walking along the street together when a plane flew overhead. I looked up, pointed at the plane and with great conviction told my mother that I had been on one of those in the sky before. I didn’t actually set foot on a plane until I was 6 - at least not in this life!
My mum has always maintained that the whole thing was actually quite eerie. This wasn’t just the every day ramblings of a young boy’s mind! I was utterly convinced that I had been on a flight before!
Strangely enough, at least in this life, I hate to fly! I’ve travelled extensively but given the opportunity and almost regardless of cost and convenience, if I have the option I will not step foot on a plane.
Therefore perhaps my past life was one were I flew but things didn’t end well.
Maybe I was one the poor young souls who was given just a few hours training before being put into an RAF fighter plane and sent to fight the Nazis during the Battle of Britain. The first major battle fought between airforces in history and one that claimed the lives of 4000 airforce men on both sides.
P.s. number 8 is very lucky in China where it is associated with wealth and good fortune. While working there I went to buy a mobile phone and was given the option to pay a significant amount more to have a phone number that contained multiple 8s. Therefore I would expect this blog to be inundated with suggestions from China. Can a hive blog take a billion comments? We’re about to find out...
I have heard many stories of this nature and, of course, I have alluded to similar in my initial post; Clearly I have had similar feelings myself. Maybe you were Orville Wright, a fighter pilot or a some such thing...We'll never know I guess, however I know of many people who have had feelings of this nature that could be easily explained away as simple fancy...And yet...What if?
I once ordered 8 different dishes at a Chinese restaurant to test out that lucky number theory. It wasn't lucky for me as I had to pay for them all. Sucked ass.
My friend Dick Lawton (who has left us now) had his pilot's license for a LONG time. His was signed by Orville Wright. The day after Dick was born his father bought an Aeronica in celebration. He'd never flown (even as a passenger) but decided he was going to learn. To say Dick grew up flying an airplane is no understatement.
God, I have Lawton stories. And unlike anything else I may post on this thread, every word is true here :)
Cool story...Pretty interesting. I wonder how many of these great old stories will be lost through not being written down.
Was that the last of the chosen, sampled delicacies?
I'm sure there are certain cultures that may appreciate this delicacy...I could name them but it will be more fun and educational for you to determine them yourself.
Oh I have no interest in taking that particular 'hot potato' from you ahahaha
Ooh! That's cool, freaky story that gives a slight chill to the spine!
With regard to the musings of how that memory came to be... Who knows, my friend? Who is to say what can be and what cannot, we know but what we know and not a scrap more. Many mainstream scientists are verifying phenomena that have (in the relevant centres of the brain at least) a factual basis whilst obviously inconclusive for the want of material evidence.
Personally like Fox Mulder, I want to believe...
Oh indeed! Personally I’m very worried that my past, present and future lives will merge and I’ll be left sounding like this
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r_b1Y-Rl_Uo
Lol.
Hello @talesfrmthecrypt,
It must be a very unpleasant and apprehensive feeling for you. I don't know what to think, much less what to say. Another issue to think about that I will have to address in the future.