Many years ago I was traveling from Chicago to Pakistan to do graduate studies in religion and philosophy. En route I stopped in Ohio to visit my mother and to get may passport visa. However, the visa had problems and I had to stay three weeks in Ohio waiting for clearance. During that time, I met a young lady under unusual circumstances. We dated for those weeks during which I had two unique “reincarnation-tinged” experiences with her. You judge, I am still not quite sure how to explain these events.
Our first date was at a gorgeous restaurant on Lake Erie. It was a big open restaurant with people in very nice attire. I was talking with my new friend when all of a sudden, my vision of the whole room changed abruptly. Instead of an American restaurant, I was now looking at a room full of men wearing a German officer dress uniforms and women were in very fancy long white dresses. I stared in disbelief, looking past my friend at this incredible transformation. I felt paralyzed.
After about five to ten seconds the all-too-real mirage faded and I could hear my new friend’s voice saying, “Sabio, you OK?” I shook my head and apologized to her and lied to her saying that I had just had a very strange memory. I didn’t want to tell her about my vision — after all, we had just met and I wasn’t sure what she would think of me if I were honest. She said I was staring blankly into space. Was this a petite mal seizure? I would only have one more changed vision experience in my life years later, so I can’t say I had a propensity toward these experiences.
A few weeks later, two nights before I left for Pakistan, I had a strange vivid dream. In my dream, I was a German soldier who had somehow betrayed my comrades and was stripped of my uniform. I was sitting in a line with other people (not all of them were soldiers). My wrists were tied as were the wrists of those being held captive me. The person next to me was actually a friend, but out of fear, we were not talking. We were in a tunnel or a dark narrow corridor. An armed German guard walked up to me and started talking to me. Suddenly the guard got angry, pulled out his pistol and shot me in my chest. I slumped into the lap of the friend next to me and died.
I woke from that dream with may heart beating and sweating. The next day I was talking that same woman friend and without my mentioning my dream, she spontaneously told me she had a dream about me the same previous night. In her dream it was night time and she was sitting next to me with a line people who were all prisoners. Likewise, in her dream someone came by and shot me. She said I slumped into her lap and died.
My mouth hung open in huge surprise! I shared my dream and then felt safe to tell her about the mirage I had seen a few weeks ago at the restaurant. The “coincidence” was overwhelming for both of us.
My German Background:
- My mother’s grandparents came from Germany. During Word-War II when she was a young child, German was forbidden to speak in their house so that they did not stand out in their community.
- Since I was very young, I was always attracted to German and studied it from 8th to 12th grade, in college and later at the Goethe Institute in Germany.
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