As he was saying all of this it was if a TV screen opened up before me and I could actually see the view he was talking about! So I asked him certain questions about what I could see (what colour were the gloves I had taken off, rank, and regiment, etc.) and he answered every thing correctly! I felt numb and staggered after this encounter! He also told me the girl friend he was now with was a woman he knew from the second world war past life as well, except she had been a prostitute in that one but he had fallen in love with her, as he had also done in the here and now. He refused to take my phone number or the offer of a drink, but spoke of alternative universes, he then departed my presence, never ever saw any thing of him again after that or in other visits to that night club.
After this encounter with this stranger, I started to have vivid dreams about various scenes from this life, I learnt that my father was a government official (even before the war) and that he had become a Nazi party member, I had been in the Hitler youth, and then my past life father tried to get me a commission in to the other Waffen SS regiments, but it seemed I didn't meet the stringent criteria, and he got me in to the Totenkopf regiment instead. Then after passing my training, I worked as in an office (I feel was situated in Paris) I think I was some sort of adjutant to the high ranking officer in charge there. I also remember being dressed in my officers mess dress type uniform and being present at an opera hall/theatre, before the show I was having drinks with other high ranking officers including the one I was working for in the office (I think my past life father was also there).
Once when going to work one snowy morning in this life (had just got a job in an office for the local government), I was walking across the town square to work when the scene completely shifted and the surrounding changed to that of Russian architectural ones, also my clothes completely changed to that of a uniform, it felt very real indeed, this shift lasted only a couple of seconds and it left me confused. Another shift happened on a bus going home a while after the other happening, I was nodding off on the bus when the hum of the buses engine started to sound totally different with the drone of a much larger engine sound and the squeak of the wheels moving like tank tracks would make.
Other visions started taking place, and one scene was of me being in Russia in a panzer tank, and I seemed to know that I was in the Totenkopf 3rd panzer division, (I thought that the Totenkopf SS never had a panzer division, so I checked on the internet and it was revealed that they did!!!!) The tank scene seemed to be set around 1942 in spring time. I know I was about 22 years old when I died, the tank got shot at I think perhaps by an anti tank gun or something, but the scene I saw was of a burning tank, I know the driver was quite incinerated and I had somehow got out the tank quite badly burnt, and as I was dying. Away from the tank I heard Russian voices and then blackness. But I also remember some atrocities I committed to (which brought on an asthma attack on in this life)! It was of a few of us in the panzer division, clearing out a village, and we had got out and we were shooting people (adults and kids in the head and laughing about what we were doing........sick!) But these visions/impressions are a lot less intrusive as they were before, and I think I'm back to live a fulfilled life, and to live my life to its fullest in a much more beneficial loving way than ever before.
I am neither a neo-nazi sympathiser, or white supremacist/racist, (even though I am white of French ancestry on my dad's distant ancestor side) (I can't stand fascism either!!!!) and I have been a peace protester against nukes, I have anarcho-syndicalist sympathies (a political philosophy that fights against fascism, as it did in Spain against the fascist Franco army) and I am married to a woman who is quarter Czech (whose grandfather was a Czech air man in the RAF during the second world war). I am not racist and am peace loving with a beautiful family! I would not like to be the person I once was! And my auntie married a Jamaican man, whom I loved a lot before his death, as I do my uncle and aunty's family.
And I thought I was the only one to have had such weird experiences like this...