Long, long ago, sometime I’m guessing in the late 1800s, I was a bank robber. I was a tall strong man. I stepped out of a Luthern Church, walked down some steps and nearby was a man seated on a bench, when I got passed him he shot me in the back three times and I died.
I’m guessing maybe I repented, because I found myself in a very wonderful place we might call heaven. Why was it so wonderful, I can’t say, it just was. Like when you feel comfortable in the arms of someone you love, this is how it felt.
But obviously I couldn’t stay there, karma would not have it, even though I had repented, things had to be worked out. So I’m looking down, seeing all kinds of terrible things, killing and stuff, I can’t recall all the details, but the last thing I saw was a mushroom cloud bellowing up, I recall it so clearly. Then this old man with white hair and a white beard comes to me and simply said, “it’s time to go.” Here is a place where you have no shell, being safe from all harm, one is not needed. So I was soft, so imagine how much it hurt, one that I had to go, but two, I was going down there. Tears began to flow down my face and the old man put his hand on my shoulder and said, “you’ll be ok.”
Well, I was born in America, missed the draft in Vietnam and now I am too old for Vietnam 2. I spent 14 years in the Navy and never even fired a gun. Carried one a time or two on watch, but never had to fire it, not even in training. Fourteen years in the military and I never became gun qualified.
Served 2 years aboard the USS Charles F Adams DDG-2 where I became the Master Helmsman in the North Atlantic Seas. She was the first to have four boilers and an aluminum superstructure which cracked in the North Atlantic, to only be held together by expansion plates. Been on two Mediterranean cruises and spent six austral summers at Mcmurdo Station, Antarctica. I met my first wife while working at a military entrance processing station for the New Haven Recruiting Command in Derby, Connecticut. During Desert Storm I served with the Mobile Utility Support Command, providing mobile electric generators. Thankfully we weren’t needed, but I do have a cool pair of glasses that fit inside a gas mask just encase we had to deploy.
On my second marriage to My Luv Lysara. Have a son named Daniel and several step daughters. I drove a truck for 4 years, and though I was in my late 30s early 40s, because I looked like a kid, I was treated like a kid. One waitress got after me for wearing my Navy jacket, seeing the First Class Crow and having an understanding of the military, she knew it couldn’t have been mine and she thought that was disrespectful, I assured her that my father gave me the jacket and said it was ok for me to wear it. So that’s why my call sign was the Okcitykid. Currently I work as a computer operator.
Unlike my previous life, I am not a strong man, physically or emotionally. It’s easy to hurt my feelings, I worry so much about what others think about me that I drive myself crazy sometimes. My memory of before I was born I kept to myself most of my life, afraid of what others would think. I feel things. I don’t always know why I feel the things I do, but I guess and am usually close.
The memory of my previous life as a bank robber came from a dream I had.
