Past Life Trauma

This is actually a story that I have recalled a few times that comes from one of my many past lives. I have finally recalled the whole story.

You don’t necessarily have to believe in past lives to enjoy the story itself. Just be open to what is possible.

Many thousands of years ago, in what is now known as Japan, there was a party of warriors that went hunting one day. This was no ordinary hunt.

And they were not hunting ordinary animals. They were hunting ferocious beasts that had been attacking their village for as long as anyone could remember. They would only attack once every 5 years or so.

But their attacks were devastating and many men, women and children would be killed in the village. Warriors had been training for many years to try and defeat these beasts.

They were look nothing that we have seen on this earth before. They would always take away or even eat the bodies of their dead and so, there was never any evidence left for the villages to examine and learn from.

The animals were a bit like a lion cross with a big angry, muscled bull. They had two rows of razor sharp teeth and could bite off a man's leg with a single bite.

They had very long, sharp talons, almost like a golden eagle. This was why they need long spears for getting close to these animals was almost certain death.

The villages had built many different types of weapons to try and defeat the beasts but nothing ever worked so far.

Their best warriors would often be killed and their village would be left weak and vulnerable. But a fresh warriors had been training hard. They were battle trained and had fought many battles against other ancient tribes and other animals.

However, they knew that the challenge of beating these ferocious beasts was far above any fight they had been in so far. There were two brothers who had been training and fighting for many years together.

The time had come for them to join the warriors that this time would go and hunt down the beasts rather than just wait for them to attack.

The group had very long, strong spears. Ultra sharp and deadly. The last time the beasts had attacked, a few warriors had tried to follow them and see where they had come from.

They managed to track them back to a cave but then they had to turn back and run for their lives for fear of being attacked once more and never returning to tell the rest of the village what they had found.

Now, years later, this party was going to head off and try to defeat the beasts before they got a chance to even attack their village.

It was a very dangerous mission and it was unlikely that many if any would actually return. But the warriors were always brave and daring in these ancient times.

And so, they headed off, early one morning. There was a low fog in the mountains and it was quite cold. The warriors where all lean, powerful men.

They had acclimatised their bodies to many different conditions, both freezing cold and very hot temperatures.

They were nervous but not for their own safety but for the importance of the success of the mission. They headed down to the valley and along an ancient pathway that would lead them to the cave.

It was a day's march away and they would arrive around nightfall. They would not attack immediately but make camp and keep watch to see if there was any movement or signs of an impending attack.

The two brothers marched side by side, both eager to get to their destination. Both eager to start a fight. They finally arrived as the sun was just about to set.

They quickly setup their camp. The did not light a fire on this first night as they were not sure about the movements of their enemy. They slept clutching their swords while taking turns to keep guard during the night.

As morning broke, there was no sign of anything going on in or near the cave. They created their fire and cooked a breakfast to give them strength and power in the upcoming battle.

They had already painted on their war paint before they left their village. There had been a big ritual and celebration. They had been given many gifts as an appreciation for their dedication and bravery.

Now the time had come for them to be true to their word. The battle was almost upon them. They sharpened their spears and swords for the umpteenth time. More about of habit than necessity.

Then, they slowly crept towards the cave entrance. The cave entrance was on the side of the mountain, accessed by climbing over a very rocky river bed that was mostly dry this time of year.

They had to climb over large boulders that in itself was dangerous. As they scrambled over these rocks, there was a loud piercing roar that terrified every man to their core.

Before they knew it, one of the beasts had appeared on top of a large rock above them. It roared again and then bounded down to face the armed men.

The beast was fearless as it lunged for the man closest to it. The man thrust his spear with all his might at the beast in mid-air but the spear just snapped off.

The man screamed once as the creature engulfed the man's head and shoulders in its huge, teeth laden mouth and clamped down, killing him instantly.

The others threw their sharp spears at the animal. A few found their mark and drew blood but it did not slow the creature down.

It attacked and killed another man, bloody dripping from it's terrifying jaws. More men tried to attack the beast but it was hopeless.

The animal was simply too powerful and fast for them. Then a few more of them appeared on the rocks above the dwindling band of warriors.

They joined the fray and more men were killed in a heartbeat. There seemed to be no stopping them. One of the brothers stood fast, waiting for one of the beasts to attack him.

He had planted the rear of his spear into the ground so that it wouldn't be ripped from his grasp. Sure enough, his spear disappeared down the throat of the bull lion and it seemed to kill it.

But the beasts had more than one heart and even though it was bleeding and struggling. It was not dead.

The man's brother had bounded up the rocks and after grunting and sweating with effort, managed to push down a large boulder. It landed straight on the back of the animal, finally killing it.

But the two other beasts had seen this and they attacked and killed the man's brother right in front of him. He watched in horror as the rest of his men were slaughtered.

Finally, it was just him and the two remaining animals. They circled him as the warrior dived into a small pool of water.

He suddenly realised that they were not following him into the water, they didn't like it. He jabbed his spear at them, drawing blood.

It started limping badly and the warrior sliced the tendons in its others legs. It fell to the ground, unable to move as the warrior jabbed it in the throat. It gurgled and bubbled and finally it died.

The final remaining beast roared loudly and snarled viciously as it tried to reach him. But it would not go in the water and finally it turned and bounded off.

The warrior was the last remaining one alive from his whole unit. He wearily made his way all the way back to his village. But he was wracked with guilt that he was the only one to survive.

While his village was joyful to see his return, he was not. He had lost his actual brother and his brothers in arms. All he could feel was guilt.

He relayed the important information about the beasts fear of water and this would allow the village to protect themselves from future attacks and save many lives.

The warrior tattooed his forearms as a reminder of his fellow men that had not returned with him.

The guilt was so intense that it remained with him for many life times until he could finally recall this event and understand the important role he played in saving his village and the joy at surviving against all odds.

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