My Past Life Memories of a Soldier in the Revolutionary War For Independence
- Sharon Sananda Kumara
- 4 days ago
- 3 min read
In remembrance of America’s Independence Day weekend, I wanted to share a past life memory I have of being a soldier in the Revolutionary War. In this memory, I clearly recalled that I served in the Continental Army under the command of General George Washington.
I've always felt a deep connection to that time and that war—and to George Washington himself. In my fleeting memories, I recalled seeing him on horseback many times, and I recall how deeply the soldiers loved and respected him. I sadly recalled that I died in one of the major battles, and that I was quite young when it happened.
To confirm this memory, in a recent out-of-body experience—or what felt like a reality shift on March 22, 2025—I found myself back on that battlefield with clear real time vision. It was quiet and I was looking out across a field of green grass from ground level. As I gazed out across the field, three officers on horseback dressed in ornate red coat uniforms rode into my view. The horses walked by my view slowly, about twenty feet from where I was watching them.
As I closely watched them ride by, I was deeply struck by the expressions on their faces, especially the one I recognized as the superior officer. Their faces were haggard, lined with sorrow, anger, and grief. The superior's face was especially worn, etched with deep lines in his cheeks. I could tell he outranked the others by the amount of gold on his uniform. Their shoulders were slumped with exhaustion. Even the horses looked tired and battle-worn.
As I was watching them, I suddenly felt fear—terrified that they might see me, and somehow know I was still alive. They didn't look my way, though, they only looked forward.
As soon as I felt the fear, something pulled my attention away from that scene and upward, so I turned my gaze away and upward to the sky. I didn't turn my head, I simply moved my attention elsewhere, to a clear, brilliant blue sky.
This was my first indication that I must be dead.
In a another moment, I saw what looked like dirt falling into my field of vision. It was in that moment that I realized I had died in the battle. I then remembered that this horrible battle was a large and devastating conflict, with heavy loss on both sides. I then had a strong sense that my body being buried in a mass grave.
Then everything went dark.
Before the darkness closed in—I felt a profound and unexpected peace. Looking at the sky calmed my fear and brought me complete stillness. I knew God was calling me Home. And even as the sky faded and blackness settled in momentarily, that peace enveloped me.
It was then that I was brought back to my body in this reality, and the peace remained with me.
I understood that this young man who died in that battle did not need a soul retrieval. I can’t say for sure why I went back there in my travels. Maybe I’ll figure that one out later.
Reflecting on this memory, though, I feel deep reverence for the courage, sacrifice, and resilience of all who fought for our freedom. The Revolutionary War wasn’t just about battles—it was about birthing a new way of life rooted in liberty, sovereignty, and the hope for a better future.
That’s why we celebrate every year—not to glorify war, but to honor the brave souls who stood for something greater than themselves. Their spirit still echoes through time, reminding us of the value of freedom and the light of independence that continues to guide us today. I love this country and feel truly blessed to be an American—there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
May True Peace and Freedom be Yours Always!
Lovingly, Sharon ❤️
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