My Secret

From: Richard  (jashinist@hotmail.co.uk)
Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: England
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Nov 19 08:57:42 2009

If I'm honest, I never did believe in past lives until I was twenty-two. I thought it was a stupid idea and that we only have one run on earth. It was my friend who believed in it, they were desperate to discover what happened in their own past lives. They decided to partake in past life regression therapy. I was just dragged along the first time since they were nervous; I only took part to laugh at them after. A little cruel, but it would have all been in playful spirits.

We were taken to separate rooms for the therapy; I could tell the woman who was doing the session with me knew full well I thought this was all rubbish. I still forked over the money to have a recording of the session made; I never thought shed be able to use hypnotism on me. But it worked very well; I found myself remembering lost childhood memories in a blurred state. Even though I was fully aware, I felt more like a passenger to my own memories. Everything was numb and cloudy.

I was reminded of childhood dreams I once had, always involving a smoky London. The houses all tightly packed and walking along with a man whos fine clothes at closer inspection where tatty and worn. These dreams would make me terrified as a child; Id wake up in fear of the smirk of the strange man. But now I felt no fear from him rather that Id know him for years. He felt more like my dear friend whod dragged me here.

She began taking me further back, at this point it became more a blur and only after watching the recording did I truly know my answers. She asked me my name I replied that it was William. Now my name is not William, my name is Richard. She asked the year and I replied 1856. She asked the placed and I said London, I have not been to London in my whole life, my knowledge of it comes from TV and the stereotypical talk of southerners we have.

She asked many questions eventually finding out the man next to me was called Parker. I think it was more a nickname than a real name or second name but I could be wrong. She asked me what we were doing and I simply replied Hunting. It struck me as odd that people would be hunting in the middle of a city. It made more sense when I described seeing a young woman that was my prey. I remember feeling a rush and light headiness, like downing six pints of larger in one go. A sick excitement came over me as me and this man approached.

I wont go into detail but lets just say the woman never did stand on the corner again.

When I was asked if I felt remorse my reply was and I quote Of course I dont, nobody will care about a few whores. I had done this before, in different places with different methods. But then it just cut off, I dont know if he died or anything else. I was brought out of the trance slowly, with a few clear memories that I would have preferred to forget. The woman said that she could go deeper if I booked another session. I never did, rather rushing out feeling a little sick.

My friend looked just as disturbed as me, not telling me about the session that hed been so happy about a few hours before. When we were on the train, he looked at me dead in the eye saying What do you think of the name Parker?

This experience may have changed me for the worst or better, but now I do believe that we have past lives, but sometimes you shouldnt dig so deep.