A Soul Remembers
HIROSHIMA
by
Dolores Cannon
Table of Contents
1993 by Dolores Cannon
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data: Cannon, Dolores, 1931-
A Soul Remembers Hiroshima by Dolores Cannon
A case of reincarnation, where a young American girl relives the life and death of a Japanese man through regressive hypnosis.
1. Hypnosis 2. Reincarnation 3. Past-Life therapy 4. Atomic bomb 5. World War II 6. Hiroshima 7. Japan
I. Cannon, Dolores, 1931- II. Atomic Bomb III. World War II IV. Title
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 92-083932
ISBN 0 -9632776-6-9
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I am become Death,
The shatterer of worlds.
-Bhagavad Gita
(Quoted by J. Robert Oppenheimer while recalling the first atomic bomb blast near Alamogordo, NM, July 16, 1945.)
KEY TO THE COVER
(Drawn from newspaper pictures during the historic event.)
1. Albert Einstein, the scientist whose equation E = mc2 caused the world of physicists to ponder how to release the energy locked within matter, thus creating destructive forces on a hitherto undreamed-of scale.
2. "Little Boy," the nuclear bomb that destroyed Hiroshima.
3. Japanese crying as they listened to Emperor Hirohito on the wireless, announcing that the Empire was surrendering.
4. "The Atomic Dome," formerly the Industrial Promotion Hall, in Hiroshima, which has been left in ruins as a reminder of the event.
5. The mushroom cloud created by "Little Boy" as it fell on Hiroshima.
6. Colonel Paul Tibbets waves from his ship Enola Gay just before taking off to drop the fatal bomb.
7. One of the corpses left at the scene. Other people were totally disintegrated.
8. A Japanese woman digs through the rubble of her house in Hiroshima.
9. United States' President Harry Truman, who gave the final order to drop the bomb.
10. A Japanese watch which stopped operating at 8:15 A.M., when blasted by the shock wave from the bomb.
11. Little baby, Kathryn Harris, who was born with the memories of the experience in her subconscious.
Preface
I WAS A CHILD in World War II and my memories of it are colored by a child's point of view. I remember the American response to the sneak attack at Pearl Harbor was to look upon the Japanese as monsters without souls. And I remember the celebrations on VJ (Victory in Japan) day, following the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Nogorigatu Suragami was an elderly man who was in Hiroshima on that fateful day in 1945 when the "Enola Gay" dropped its atomic payload on that Japanese city. I "met" him only recently-more than 40 years after his death.
Nogorigatu was just one of many personalities I discovered during the hypnotic regression of a young woman I happened to meet at a party. As a past life researcher, I have conducted hundreds of hypnotic sessions-enough to convince me of the validity of reincarnation and the multiple lives most of us have led. But never had I faced a challenge that an entity like Nogorigatu would present.
My primary goal, as a researcher, is to remain always objective, reporting the facts as they occur, without emotion. Nogorigatu's story would test that goal, as well as shake several long-held beliefs, before reaching its tragic conclusion.
Nogorigatu's words, coming from a petite young woman, revealed him to be a kind, caring, intelligent, witty and charming man. I considered him my friend and, I would learn, he thought the same of me. Listening as he described his own death, amid cries of fear and confusion, was not easy and it affected me deeply.
There have been many stories of pain, death and destruction told by survivors of the Hiroshima bombing. This is the eyewitness account of one who did not survive.
Dolores Cannon
Chapter 1
The Beginning of the Adventure
"I KNOW YOU FROM SOMEWHERE, don't I?" I said as I was introduced to the pretty young girl. "Where have we met?"
As we gazed into each other's eyes, she sensed it too. It was an instant recognition, an instant "knowing." As we talked, we realized that it was impossible. We couldn't have met before, because she had only recently moved to our area from Texas.
The year was 1983. I was attending a party given by friends interested in metaphysics and psychic phenomena and Kathryn Harris had come with one of her friends. After racking my brain, common sense prevailed and I had to agree it was the first time we had met. Still, as I watched her circulate around the room infecting everyone with her contagious personality, I could not shake the feeling that I knew her. She seemed so familiar.
Whether this feeling was triggered by past-life memories of another time when we might have been acquainted or a premonition of our future association together, I will never know. I only know that our meeting at that party must have been preordained, because it was the beginning of an incredible adventure together.
Neither of us had any way of knowing what was to occur during the next year. I know now that we were destined to work together and meeting at the party was the first step along the path into the unknown-a path from which there was no turning back.
I had begun regressive hypnotic research into past lives in 1979 and had worked with hundreds of eager and willing subjects. During that time, I had no idea I would ever find someone like Kathryn who, with her incredible capacity to provide detail, would turn out to be a researcher's dream.
When the talk on the evening of our introduction turned to the work that I was doing, many people expressed curiosity and wanted to make appointments to explore their past lives. Kathryn was one of these and as we set up the date, I had no idea she would be any different from the many others I had worked with.
Kathryn, or Katie, as she was known to her friends, was only 22 years old then. She was short and rather buxom for her age, with close-cut blond hair and sparkling blue eyes that seemed to penetrate beneath the surface of others. Radiating charisma out of every pore of her skin, she seemed so happy and alive, so interested in people. (I discovered later, through our association, that often this was a facade to cover her basic shyness and insecurity. She was a Cancer, after all, and people born under that astrological sign are usually not that gregarious.)