I have memories of being a soldier in my Past life. Other details about that life I remember are that… I was married on my 18th birthday, I died young and I was shot by a person I knew.
I have a birthmark in the exact area where I was shot. The ground was always muddy and I lived in a cold climate, I remember always wrapping myself up before I left home.
I’m pretty sure I lived in Ireland and I spoke gaelic. The Irish language came naturally to me. I had a big black bike with no brakes because I was in an accident with a horse where my brakes didn’t work.
The hospital I was treated in was like a pre fab… I went to fight shortly after. I have always wondered who or why I was fighting, it was what it was.