Yes I believe you are correct, and have also felt a flair for the dramatic and lots of betrayal in this reality, perceived betrayal, and betrayal which was not intended. I’m speaking of Judas in this regard, who allegedly squealed on Jesus so he would be backed into a corner and finally wake up and use his powers to get us humans on track and defend himself.
You could make a good movie scene just about that… So many instances of good intentions backfiring. I’ve experienced that in my own life as well haha.
Lots of contrast in this dance of light and shadow, and we have played many roles. Sometimes the hero. sometimes the villain. Switching roles so we may all gain poignant experience.
Thanks for helping me to understand the context of the question. I’ll do my best to convey my limited experience and perspective in a coherent way, and these are just opinions to me, and should be for you. Before I start, I am reminded though of how much my opinions and understanding of things have changed so much over the years, and sometimes even weeks. This is how I’m feeling today…
The sense of a soldier and the sense of being a soldier- I’ll only attempt to speculate on US soldiers, since that is the bulk of my experience. I believe the need results from the passionate application of contrast in this density. Thanks in some part to our Orion pals, structures reinforcing the notion of more than/less than tends to cause a stratification of societal hierarchy. I can’t think of a society which is still equal to all.
Like shaking a jar of pond water, after a while layers will form. In my experience, STS entities are often more highly motivated than compassionate folk. This, in my experience gives them a force multiplier. That I believe is why the minority of STS in this density have exerted such a strong influence. The nice guys are compelled to not only play by the rules, but to abide within the spirit of the rules.
With these competitive structures/entities a means of defense is needed. The best defense functions as a deterrent without ever being engaged. The conveyance of such force, that should an entity be foolish enough to engage them, a terrible outcome would be unleashed. At times these power structures/entities believe aggressive pursuit of their wishes justifies the cost and risk of failure, and battles/wars ensue. If you picture children squabbling or fighting over some toys it’s the same ham fisted, brutish way of accomplishing a goal. Such a disproportionate view of the other self compared to their own welfare. Started out as villagers taking turns on watch, and has progressed to professional soldiers and installations. History paints a vivid picture as to the excuses used for aggression. Usually against those perceived as competition for resources, or those who are believed to pose a threat in the future.
Why does the soldier become a soldier- As you know there can be endless combinations of stimulus, but the main ones I believe are (worded as by me for clarity): A desire to serve and defend my homeland and my people, a willingness to risk a lot for the safety of the many. I was raised in a strong STO home, was a cub scout, was raised in school to salute the graphic symbol of my people (U.S. Flag) and recite the Pledge of allegiance in unison with the other impressionable minds. I do believe that it is beneficial to instill a sense of loyalty and duty to others, preferably on a global scale. A flock does benefit from the services of a sheep dog…
Why does the soldier become a soldier- Another significant factor is occupational opportunity. Many who join are from low income areas. There may not be any good prospects locally, and the military is a stable job and they set everything up for you. Housing, transportation, training, etc. Sign some papers and then do what you are told There is also the incentives of cash bonus and college tuition. 20k sign up bonus, and a 4 year degree paid for. That ain’t too shabby… Many occupations also translate to the outside world.
Why does the soldier become a soldier- Sense of adventure seems to be a significant component of their makeup. Young men tend to enjoy action and action movies. The heroes that save the day are the ones that put it all on the line and get their hands dirty. Fighting for freedom and the oppressed. Flying jet planes, parachuting, rappelling out of helicopters, operating and firing multi-million dollar ge-whiz tech. Those recruiter commercials used to paint quite a picture of mind blowing adventure. Scenes of guard duty, or Kitchen patrol where you are cracking 2000 eggs, or peeling 500 potatoes didn’t make it into the final cut. Ever wash 3000 kitchen trays, I have. That should have earned me a medal I think…
What motivates a soldier to fight- I believe first and foremost, it’s to protect their buddies and themselves. The powers that be got them there, and now we have the choice to do our duty and fight, or to shirk our responsibility as our buddies go out to do the dangerous work, and perhaps die. The prospect of that lifelong shame often outweighs fear for personal safety I believe. Not to mention the trouble you would be in.
Those are the top 3 reasons I believe, in my experience, excluding drafts. Personally, I did it for a desire to serve or do my part, a strong sense of adventure, and a desire for them to pay for my college.
I’m a little leery of posting the below perceptions, but I will mention a few perceptions of a few past lives that I believe I am aware of regarding military/warfare. About 2/3 of this was perceived while meditating with mushrooms, the other 1/3 was perceived while under no influence, and also received confirmation of the info I had felt while using them. That said, below may or may not be real. I have a believe that they are, strong enough to overcome my sheepishness at posting such out there stuff.
I believe the driving force of my soul is “Change” and “Beauty”. The drive for change can take many expressions, and perhaps more frequently in destructive ways. Whether by fire or compost, I feel that inner push. As to the beauty thing, honestly I have no idea. I am not anything to look at, so all I can guess is that I have an affinity or appreciation for beauty. I do like art and music so perhaps… I’ve confirmed these are my primary attributes, and in a way they seem so contrary to each other.
When consciously delving into my past during meditation, I am usually given a disclaimer of “Buckle up. View this in it’s proper perspective.” I believe this, and the limited nature of my remembrances regarding inflicting suffering on others is to to my current work of improving self love and acceptance. I have been fairly STO in this life, but seem to have residual (karmic) guilt over perceived suffering brought upon others.
In one remembrance I was a foot soldier in a European conflict. It was in the era of musket balls and crude cannons. I experienced the moment before my death in that life. I was trying to run on wet muddy ground, but it was mucky enough that it slowed you down to a slow jog. I had both hands on my rifle. Right as that scene unfolds I feel a sharp sting in my abdomen. I was shot by a musket ball and it entered about 2 inches to the left of my belly button. I remember the fear of wondering if this is the day I die, and then quickly a notion of relief, that at least this would be over. The pain was similar to when you do a really bad belly smacker diving in the water. A sharp, stinging thud, that then left my abdominal area tingling in a muted form of pain. Still trying to make it forward to some kind of cover, I can feel a sensation like hot syrup spreading inside my belly. I remember puting my hand there and looking at it, but my hand wasn’t bloody. It didn’t seem to bleed much externally. I stumble and fell face down. I had already dropped my weapon at the time bf being hit. I remember laying in the cold mud, how it felt on my right cheek, and how the coolness felt good on my stomach, but I knew that was the end. A few moments later, the scene faded to black as I went unconscious. Every time I think about that, and especially right now I feel that pain and sensation stronger than you might expect. It feels as real as a stubbed toe.
In another believed incarnation I flew light bombers in the European theatre during WW2, and stayed in the military after the war was over. US Army Air Corps and then Air Force. The experience of that incarnation was brief but also highly emotionally charged. Perhaps thats why they are remembered more easily? I remember the tinny sounding drone of a metal airplane with multiple engines, and then what sounded like someone throwing rocks at a can. I remember being panicked and looking down to my left and seeing holes of light in the left side of the fuselage, and the corresponding pain and blood on my left outer thigh. I was given the name, and with a little searching found the previous me. All the details matched up, and then I started to notice other clues and unlikely coincidences relating this life with that life, as well as confirming a few other details.
Now the one that the disclaimer I receive is really for… and I really did want to know some of the worst things I have done. I think for the sake of not destroying my perceived self value, this oldest of all militaristic remembrances is very obscured visually. I’ve revisited this experience, and can get very little additional detail (so far). I have the deep knowing that I participated in something which we would all view as horrific. Death and suffering on an enormous scale. Long lasting campaigns. The only thing I can see is a birds eye view flying over piles of rubble, with the sound of flies and a heavy feeling of death. A phrase I heard was related to subjugation and conquest. This was my drive to service at that time.
I was also previously affiliated with the Draco region.
I believe I’ve digested and assimilated this stuff in a healthy way, and as I gain a more steadfast of balanced perspective, I seem to get access to a little more.
Well, now you’ve heard so wacky stories. Till now, the only other person I had told was my wife. I guess that means were close Perhaps unbelievable, but hopefully entertaining at least.
Best Regards,
Kevin