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 Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 4:54 pm
I will start from the only part of one past life I can remember, leading me to what I fear and am today.
I was in France. It was the time of innovations and science. I lived in a nice town. It wasn't small, but it wasn't Paris.
One day I came out of an alleyway (I'm not sure what I was doing there in the first place but that's where my vision started) I saw one of my good friends standing by a hot air balloon. We had only heard that there was one in Paris. We had never seen one before. She was talking to the man who owned it, and most likely built it, she looked very excited. He was giving out rides for money, I'm not sure how much, but she decided she would make me come and pay for mine too since she was afraid of going alone.
I protested, but she wouldn't ride it without me. I agreed so she would have a good time.
The man helped us in, and we began to rise in the air. I leaned over to see how far up we were, and eventually I fell out. I was smart enough to turn around so my legs would hit the ground, not my head.
I heard a lot of crunching as I landed. Those were my bones. Someone rushed out to help me. I think it was my husband. He was trying to help, but he didn't know not to move me. He took me inside the bakery in which we lived, and into one of the children's rooms knowing it would disturb my healing if I slept with him in the same bed.
It was dark in that room. I fainted. I woke up and wanted to get out of bed and sit in the shop, but he, nor the doctor would let me saying that I needed rest, and to be still.
My husband picking me up that one time damaged me to a point of paralyzation, and it moved to my lower spinal cord. I slept a lot, and it was always kept in that dark room.
Every once in a while I remember one of my family members visiting me. Eventualy it reached my head, and I died. Wow, that sucked.
So the effects of that are....
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 5:01 pm
In this life my mother is a dance teacher. She put me in dance and although I never had a reason to think this, but I always considered myself clumsy, and thinking that my ankles weren't good enough to dance and were weak.
I sprained my ankle at least once every year.
I had an extreme fear of the dark, but mostly being not able to move, talk, see, or communicate, and still do.
This my darlings is called post life regression. It is caused by cell memory. When you enter a new body you infuse those cells with old memories. Birthmarks are caused by this 95% of the time. I have tons of white marks on my legs that look like scars that I have never been able to explain, until I sat myself down with a book on past lives and had this vision.
After that all you have to do is convince your cells that they are healthy and new again. Although I still have a fear of parylization. Scary scary, eww.
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