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    dots Submission Name: Portal to the 1860'sdots

    Author: azurwarrior
    ASL Info:    44/m/SoCal
    Elite Ratio:    5.03 - 86/85/63
    Words: 410
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       If you are religious and/or references to past lives would offend you in any way, please do not read this.

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    dotsPortal to the 1860'sdots

    So I voluntarily enter this portal zone,
    to past life hypnosis regression.
    I have no regrets.
    Interestingly, I had been attracted to the Civil War anyways.
    The person being hypnotized has no control where they go to.
    The hypnotist asked me to describe my shoes.
    I said they were brown and tattered.
    (In real life I was wearing white sneakers).
    I sensed I was in Mississippi, so the worn shoes made sense for a Federal soldier.
    Suddenly! Bam! Blood! Rifles! Death and decay confronting me cruelly.
    I notice am wearing the uniform
    of a Federal Cavalry Corporal,
    in the American Civil War.(I never referred to the "Union" Army then.
    "Kill "anything" wearing gray," or I knew I would die,
    In stark desperation and terror and fear for my life,
    There was a Confederate soldier on the ground, lying.
    He was wounded but still alive.
    I know I killed him, but was spared the memory.
    I took his Springfield rifle.
    Because he could easily have killed me first with the rifle.
    And I might need it to defend myself if I ran out on ammo.
    We were in the woods, hoping for camouflage.
    Kill or be killed.
    No glory.
    No honor.
    Just survival.
    There was a soldier bayoneted into a tree!
    Through his mid section.
    He was several feet off the ground.
    He was helpless, I found.
    I don't remember if he was alive or dead.
    The soldier whose rifle I took away on the ground,
    I recognized as being a neighbor,
    in my current life, but not a friend.
    We didn't get along, each other we dissed.
    After this I had a whole new perspective on this.
    And that I did all I could to improve our relations.
    (After what I did to him, no wonder we hated.)
    I thought secretly...
    We got along much better.
    I'm glad something good came of this hell.
    But the war changed me. I died at 67,
    Spending all that time in an armchair in a dismal doom, Obsessing that I had broken Gods Commandment
    "Thou Shalt Not Kill."
    This may have carried over into this life as depression.
    Some things take time, as I understand it.
    I am glad I did the regression because it made a lot of things clear I knew not of.

    Submitted on 2008-02-23 22:25:49     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      you seem to have some really random capitalisation going on here... almost as if this was written in a more 'poetic' form and then you changed your mind but not your punctuation... maybe think a little more about it..?

    the idea behind this is kinda cool.
    that you can be transported back in time and experience something and then bring the lessons learnt back to the here and now and apply them.

    it kinda makes me think of a weird dream i had the other day when i read this... im not sure why... maybe this seems dreamlike in its hypnosis time travel idea...

    in real life?
    i dont think IRL contributes anything to the piece and i think you should consider writting it out in full.

    i think i would find it alarming to find myself planted in the middle of a battle field

    good work
    | Posted on 2008-02-24 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]

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