
The Killing of a Wounded Soldier
During my past life regression in early 1980, I experienced what it was like to have an enemy soldier beg me to end his life on the battlefield, rather than to stay wounded there. It took me back, in my memory to my death in Roman times, when my slave couldn’t save me from an angry mob.
Here’s a quote from the book about Tiberius Julius Alexander:
Always the first, my brother climbed and … and then” the soldier stopped as his throat tightened, and after a pause continued, “those monsters poured boiling oil down on the legionnaires climbing the ladders.” He stopped again and gulped. “My brother fell and lay on the ground screaming in agony. I went up to him and said, ‘
Claudio, this is your brother. Do you hear me?'
"‘Yes, yes,’ he mumbled through burnt lips. ‘I can't stand it. Kill me, kill me. I can't stand the pain. I plead, kill me.'
"And I said," the soldier continued, "‘Jupiter forgive me,’ and I slit my brother’s throat.”Daniel M. Friedenberg. Tiberius Julius Alexander: A Historical Novel (Kindle Locations 1770-1773). Kindle Edition.
So, I have to ask myself: Was I remembering a ‘real’ incident, or just recounting a story that I’d heard?
Hmm.

I know that it is an historical novel, based on the idea that TJA dictated his memoirs during his final years, but the idea that he died of leprosy seems a little extreme. If it were true, then my past life vision of dying at the hands of an angry mob would suggest that my idea that he was me in the past seems silly now.
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