posted on Mar, 5 2016 @ 12:15 PM
Ok, i have been carrying this since i was born, i knew i was going to be born, how crazy does this sound ?The only person i talked to about this was
my son once when i was drunk, probably not the best thing to do or say to your child, well he was 21, im as sure of this, as i am that i am here
alive and breathing, i am 49 now and and preparing myself in a few more years, when i die that i hope that i haven't lost faith and belief in what
happened to me before, i have been so sure of what happened before i was born, that im sort scared that am i wrong? but know what has happened for a
fact, Ok here's what i remember before death, there were two of us, both in the back of a car, in a lay by, cut into like a hill on a very dark road,
i was in the back of the car, and there were four or five of us, my best friend i think? was in the back but on the opposite side, i was stabbed in
the stomach, and am sure my friend was stabbed or killed to, all i remember is being on the back seat and other people being there but not their
faces, and where we were, and what happened, when i was dead, i could here talking like they were choosing lots of things about me, i chose weather i
wanted to be a boy or girl, they were either talking in English or a language that i could understand,but i would say English, the voices were not
harsh in anyway or male or female, there wasn't any choice on being born it was already a done deal, i was on my way, i remember understanding my
parents and what they said, i remember a long way back in my life, toys, being bottle fed, smells, i grew up with a big fear of knives, but had an
earge to go back to where i was murdered and was sure it was in the USA, there was a program on tv when i was a kid, called Arthur of the Britons when
somebody was stabbed, or killed with a saword, it went right through me like reliving the experience, im sure that i was killed in the USA but i live
in the Uk now, as a child i always wanted to go to america and maybe even try and find the place where i was murdered, im 100% sure thats where i was
from, as a kid growing up it felt like that i had invaded somebodies body, and it dint belong to me, it pretty much feels like the same today, when i
look in the mirror it like i dont know who is staring back, obviously i know who i am im not insane, been living with this for 49 years now and before
always felt like to say it out loud people would think im a loony, am i? this is my belief of what has happened to me, why i dont know? i would love
to here any stories that are the same.