Reincarnation Story
Ancient Battlefield
I told my companions,
“I looked at that MP out there and saw the light of God reflecting back at me from his eyes."
When I turned to look behind me to see where that massive light was coming from I felt blown away by some force. I felt I was blown through some sort of wormhole that transported me to a dimension where the past was alive and happening in some sort of parallel universe. It was hard for me to comprehend how I had seen, felt, heard and witnessed so much yet all in the blink of an eye.
My companions were telling me to slow down because I was talking so fast. I told them I felt the vision I was left with was like a vapor the size of a needle compared to the tip of a million year iceberg. I felt I only had moments to put it in perspective before the knowledge departed my field of view. I felt the vaporous vision was about to evaporate like steam coming from a cup of hot water. I felt I wouldn't have another clear image of it like I did in that moment. I felt I had to talk it out of me to get a clear memory of the conversation of experience for future reference. Otherwise, it was going to be lost to me. It wasn't a physical experience as much as it was a spiritual experience. I felt the memory of it was being stored away in my soul and spirit more so than my own human conscious mind.
I felt I was literally taken back in time and watched two lives being lived from three different angles. There was my sight of it with my own mind from the outside. There was the sight I witnessed though the eyes of one particular warrior from the inside. Then there was the sight I felt God had of it. I felt it was in real time second to second, moment to moment, day to day and year to year. I watched as two babies were born and grew into young boys together. The two 
boys grew up together as friends and would have mock battles. They eventually joined an ancient army to fight in battles and wars. It was amazing. Better than any TV or Hollywood movie. While it was happening it was like I lived every moment with those two lads as they grew into fierce and might warriors and comrades in arms.
They fought in many battles valiantly and claimed victory after victory. It seemed as if the focus I came back with was upon the final battle they fought together. They were on an ancient battlefield and the odds were against them. They were out numbered in strength yet they kept their nerve in preparation for the call to arms. They both received fatal blows simultaneously within seconds of one another and both fell to the ground in the midst of the blood and carnage of battle. The both were laying flat on ground with their faces turned from one another. They both turned their heads to face one another in the final moments they had left. They both felt it instantly. There were no words appropriate for the occasions. They both knew they only had seconds before the mortal wounds they had received claimed their lives. The one on the left side (from my vantage point) reached out and grasped the one on the right and pulled his companion and friend toward him. All they had time to do was kiss one another good-bye. What I saw as a spirit viewing this from the sidelines was amazing and it left me in awe.
I told my friends,
"It was like each of them emitted an airy substance sort of like smoke from a campfire that rose above the bodies after they died. Their spirits merged into one form as they continued the embrace of their kiss after they died. The two them became one together in death. They left this world together as one spirit and from what I gathered from it - that had been their wish. They didn't want to die alone or have one of them fall in battle and leave the other behind. They wanted to leave this world together when the time came. That is a part of the reason they were so happy in those final few seconds. It was like a wish come true for them."