My fascination with the connection between New Zealand and the Holocaust started when I first started training as a Past Life Regression therapist. The discussion with my classmates and teacher brought up so many fine points and answered many unanswered questions regarding my fascination. It made me feel a lot better about some traits that I have as well. Most importantly though, it has deepened my love of our beautiful country and instilled an even deeper sense of appreciation for the life we live in New Zealand.
I have always been fascinated with World War II and the Holocaust. I even felt a bit bad at times (maybe even a bit sick in the head) for being so curious about it all and my tendency to spend hours on Wikipedia researching everything I could about the terrible atrocities that came out of humanity's darkest days. There was no reason for me to be this engrossed in a specific period in history- The Crusades and other past events never fascinated me as much as the Holocaust did. And while I'd sit there reading everything I could about the Holocaust I'd get this strange feeling that I was somehow connected to it all. My obsession didn't make any sense to me though since there isn't a single Jewish member in my family (extended or immediate) or any other connection that I could find relating to what had happened there.
Well, things changed dramatically for me about six days before I attended my first Past Live regression course...
My past life in the Holocaust came through to me in a dream. This wasn't a dream that was just filtering through daily information that was circling in my head, it wasn't a premonition dream either (like I have quite often). This dream was on a whole new level that I hadn't experienced since childhood. I was reliving an experience I had once had in a past life. It was so powerful that it caused my son to wake up two hours earlier in the morning (very unusual) and demand that I wake up and get out of bed immediately. It also caused him to see my death in that life the following night and he woke up crying and clinging to me (also unusual for him). It was an unpleasant experience for both of us.
So, did I make it all up in my head because I like reading about the Holocaust...I don't think so. My son tried to wake me up urgently from the dream in the morning, me meeting two fellow past life holocaust victims that week and the general feeling of the dream were all confirmations for me that this was all very real and actually did happen to me.
The most important thing that came out of it all was the realisation that we aren't all living in New Zealand by accident. Why did we choose to reincarnate as far away as possible from our former country and lives? Why did your soul choose to be here, at the bottom of the earth, in this country?
New Zealand is a very spiritual land and our people make up a very strong, open-minded society. We abhor war, we fought the world's most major power on being a nuclear-free zone, we accept diversity in our people, and our land is so beautiful and captivating that it stars in many big Hollywood movies and is the sole reason that we even have a tourism trade. It is one of the most peaceful countries on earth. Why wouldn't you want to come here and start a new life after going through a lifetime of absolute anarchy and pain?
The discussion that followed from the recounting of my past life was a real eye-opener. Our group consists of four students and our teacher. Out of the five of us, three of us were victims of the Holocaust and all of us had spent many lifetimes in Europe. Now we were all living at the bottom of the planet, studying a metaphysical subject, juggling crystals in our hands and connecting through our love of our spirituality. A far cry from our former lives spent hustling for money, food, safety and survival. Another student and I also found that our concentration-camp past lives had had a profound effect on our weight in this lifetime- we're both underweight, have trouble putting on weight and there's no rhyme or reason to it.
The connection of our people, New Zealanders, to the atrocities of the Holocaust is significant. We all place emphasis on visiting Europe for our O.E., with our unconscious mind wanting to relive and release our past hurt. Our attendance numbers are having growing pains at ANZAC Day services (yes, we get fired up to wake at 4 am on a stand-alone public holiday!). And if the census asked 'Would you like to visit Auschwitz over Vegas' I would place a bet on a minimum 50% yes hit rate (to re-live and release the hurt). So many of us have been victims, and brainwashed Nazi henchmen, during World War II (and I know I'll be meeting one of these reincarnated henchmen within the next year or two in, you guessed it, New Zealand- Urgh).
So next time you're walking on the beach, trekking through the bush or taking a stroll through the park, stop and remember to appreciate the country we live in. Realise that you most likely lived a harsh past life in a devastating society. Have respect and take care of your fellow countryman and land. We forget quite quickly how lucky we are to be here and how closely connected all of us as New Zealanders are to the land, to each other and our past.