Since a Roman soldier recently appeared to me several times in a dream, and I was already aware of him before, I decided that he deserved a separate article.
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A concert. My "journey" took place during K's relaxation concert. It is so special because usually the music keeps me close to my body and does not allow me to "jump" even above the room. This time the vision was amazing, starting from the previous incarnation and leading to the Archangels-Creators and the Source itself!
I remember the feeling of anger, I cling to it, nurture it, empathize with it. It takes me to a previous life when I was a young Roman soldier, hastati. I remember it well when I dealt with all my problems and emotions with a sword. I melt in this memory, in this simplicity of brutality and killing, lack of remorse and holding emotions. K's singing takes me to Egypt, to the straw hut when M and I were married. I jump somewhere nearby to the Arabian Peninsula, I am an old, dry and severe man, and K is my daughter, she also dances and sings. I am the head of the house, women and children carry out my fatherly decrees.
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(Asleep) dream. I am a Roman soldier, but from a wealthy home, a patrician. We are getting ready for the battle for our city or camp, we are attacked by the Germans living in today's Poland area. I put on a metal armor on the chest and back, it is 2-shell, for sure very expensive, I am looking for a sword belt. There are a lot of attackers, we are losing the battle. I command the last group of defenders, but the invaders kill them all.
They deliberately leave me alive to humiliate the Romans and boast myself at home. I leave the camp alone, I walk with the sword in my hand, I give it to their leader in a gesture of surrender. They take me as a prisoner to their country, but they don't show the maps so that I don't know the way back. I try to remember all the details of the trip.
We come to their city, it is surrounded by a high stone wall. I am given an apartment, they put me in the care of women who wear colorful and patterned clothes. They show me toilets, bowls, I am surprised because even with us there are no such solutions. Some women are distrustful. I have a mentor, an old man, he takes care of me, teaches me, we go hunting. He smuggles the map and secretly shows it to me.
A small detachment of Romans appears under the walls and an envoy is hauled up on a chair on a chair. I know him and he recognizes me. We talk, they want to attack the city, but in my opinion there are too few of them. The envoy has a secret plan, but for obvious reasons does not disclose it to me. I see the Romans pour a tar-like substance in the water surrounding the city and set it on fire. I don't know how this is going to help them.
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(Asleep) dream. I am a Roman soldier in Britain, a commander. We find ourselves in a hopeless position, we lose a battle in the woods, we wait for reinforcements but they are not coming. Everyone is killed except me. When I see the next wave of attack coming, I drop my hands as I can't take the pain anymore. They take me captive and take me to a city surrounded by a wooden stockade. I run behind the wooden wall very quickly, I am chased, I get a spear and I efficiently kill everyone around. I'm going towards the Roman lands.
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(Asleep) dream. I am a young Roman soldier, Hastati.
Hastati: gloria invictus!
An article: Past times, past lives