My sixth grade teacher read to us daily of places and events from around the world from The Book of Knowledge. I learned far more from those readings than anything else that year. And I may have had my second experience with a past life.
One day at reading time, the teacher told us she was going to read the story of Pompeii and Mount Vesuvius. When I heard those names it was as though I'd been suddenly transported to Hell.
I was surrounded by hundreds of people, and we were running, trying to reach the water; screaming, crying, yelling out names of loved ones as burning rocks fell from the sky. Everything was on fire and the smoke was thick and hot, searing as it went into my lungs. People were falling and being run over by the hordes of desperate people. And then something hit me hard and everything went black.
Back in the classroom I'd suddenly become so ill I had to be taken home by the Principal.
One day at reading time, the teacher told us she was going to read the story of Pompeii and Mount Vesuvius. When I heard those names it was as though I'd been suddenly transported to Hell.
I was surrounded by hundreds of people, and we were running, trying to reach the water; screaming, crying, yelling out names of loved ones as burning rocks fell from the sky. Everything was on fire and the smoke was thick and hot, searing as it went into my lungs. People were falling and being run over by the hordes of desperate people. And then something hit me hard and everything went black.
Back in the classroom I'd suddenly become so ill I had to be taken home by the Principal.