“I was in Russia, near the turn of the century, say, early nineteen hundreds. I could feel the bitter cold through the heavy clothing I wore.
“Snow covered the streets where I was standing. The day was dark, as if again, it was about to snow. The building in front of me, and those up and down the streets, appeared massive and grey in the gloom.
“My comrade lay crumpled at my feet, dead from a hail of bullets. I knelt before his body. The snow crunched beneath my knees. The firing squad was behind me. I knew that I would be executed also.
“Seconds later, the rifles exploded, ripping through my body, tearing my lungs apart. Strangely, there was no pain. With total serenity, I toppled over my friend to join him in death.
“Then, almost as an observer of the entire scene, I casually realized how the shredding of my lungs by those bullets, in that lifetime, was a direct cause of recurring asthma in my childhood this lifetime.”
That dream was so very real, I went to the library to see if I could find anything that might match what I saw. It didn’t take long.The picture you see above is the initial stages of the Russian Revolution in St. Petersburg–very similar to my dream. It gave me chills when I found it.
Russian workers and religious leaders trying to serve a petition to Czar Nicholas were gunned down in the square in front of the Winter Place. At least 100 people died and many more were injured. The year was 1905 and the event became known as Bloody Sunday.
Yup, that photo is pretty much the scene from my dream. When I found it, I tried to reason it away because I always liked Russian history. “Just a little creative nighttime tinkering with something you like,” I told myself.
Even so, I realized, my interest always focused on the 1917 revolution that actually toppled the Czar and paved the way for the establishment of the Soviet Union. I had seen that photo of the 1905 massacre but I had no deep interest in the earlier St. Petersburg event. Besides, the instant connection I had in the dream in relation to my asthma told me something more than dream fiction was at work.
Did I actually live and die back then? I don’t know, of course, but I tend to think that’s a good possibility.
In looking for the photo I used here, I “happened” to find a short video showing a dramatized version of the 1905 event. When I watched it, those chills came right back, even after all those years. Click here if you would like to see it. Take a peek and you’ll definitely get a flavor of what I experienced.
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