Hi everyone,
This is my first post, though I've lurked here off and on for months, reading all of the great stories.
I did a few regression sessions using one of the videos on YouTube and one of the past lives I saw is described below.
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The name I got was Gloria (Claire?) Whitcolm (Whitcomb? Whitcome?)
Location was somewhere near Madison, Wisconsin
I was an attractive female – blond styled hair in a bun or something like that – shapely build – fairly tall – late 20’s or early 30’s? – well-groomed – great skin – nice lips – beige suit or dress with black/brown piping - hat w/black netting
I was murdered/stabbed with a knife to right top of my throat, just below the jawline – blood spurted straight out in a stream. I died with a shocked look on my face. I was very surprised at being murdered. I did not expect it; I never saw it coming.
The murderer was my lover. (Malcolm?) I was pregnant. He suggested a walk in the woods to discuss it. I think he was married. It was winter time but not bitterly cold. He stabbed me and left me there when he walked back to his car/truck.
Car/truck – beige & brown or yellow & brown. Boxy, like a delivery truck or an old style car circa 1912-1915, or possibly later.
He was middle-aged and nearly bald, but he first appeared as young and handsome with a full head of hair and mischievous grin. (I think I know him in this life.) He morphed into plain looking bald man as he was getting into his truck and looking at me lying there dying (or already dead) in the snow. He showed no signs of remorse or compassion.
I think he was getting rid of a “complication” in his life.
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I've traveled extensively in this life but I've never been to Wisconsin and I've never had any burning desire to go there. I think that when I was observing him get into his delivery truck, I was already dead. I certainly felt no pain that I can recall.
This past life surprises me a bit because it came out of nowhere. I'm not even sure that I have the era right. I'm guessing it was somewhere between 1915-1920 because the suit/dress I was wearing looked to be from that time period. I don't know if gabardine was invented then, but that's what the fabric looked like to me.
I would welcome any input!
This is my first post, though I've lurked here off and on for months, reading all of the great stories.
I did a few regression sessions using one of the videos on YouTube and one of the past lives I saw is described below.
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The name I got was Gloria (Claire?) Whitcolm (Whitcomb? Whitcome?)
Location was somewhere near Madison, Wisconsin
I was an attractive female – blond styled hair in a bun or something like that – shapely build – fairly tall – late 20’s or early 30’s? – well-groomed – great skin – nice lips – beige suit or dress with black/brown piping - hat w/black netting
I was murdered/stabbed with a knife to right top of my throat, just below the jawline – blood spurted straight out in a stream. I died with a shocked look on my face. I was very surprised at being murdered. I did not expect it; I never saw it coming.
The murderer was my lover. (Malcolm?) I was pregnant. He suggested a walk in the woods to discuss it. I think he was married. It was winter time but not bitterly cold. He stabbed me and left me there when he walked back to his car/truck.
Car/truck – beige & brown or yellow & brown. Boxy, like a delivery truck or an old style car circa 1912-1915, or possibly later.
He was middle-aged and nearly bald, but he first appeared as young and handsome with a full head of hair and mischievous grin. (I think I know him in this life.) He morphed into plain looking bald man as he was getting into his truck and looking at me lying there dying (or already dead) in the snow. He showed no signs of remorse or compassion.
I think he was getting rid of a “complication” in his life.
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I've traveled extensively in this life but I've never been to Wisconsin and I've never had any burning desire to go there. I think that when I was observing him get into his delivery truck, I was already dead. I certainly felt no pain that I can recall.
This past life surprises me a bit because it came out of nowhere. I'm not even sure that I have the era right. I'm guessing it was somewhere between 1915-1920 because the suit/dress I was wearing looked to be from that time period. I don't know if gabardine was invented then, but that's what the fabric looked like to me.
I would welcome any input!