Saw My Father Die

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Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: Los Angeles
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed May 19 20:55:41 2010

I saw my father die. I went under hypnotherapy, and my therapist, guided me to a past life. At first everything was just a blur and then it became so clear.

I was smiling, happy. I was in a beautiful home, with high ceilings, frescos, chandeliers, mirrors, flowers, it was elgant, and golden. There was a large king sized bed and a beautiful writing desk where I was sitting on.

I saw an old lady walk in, then, her clothes looked 18th century, and I knew I was in France. The country-side. She was smiling at me and she was talking to me in french, but I somehow understood her. I just knew she was my great aunt. And she loved me and I loved her. She was telling me that she is leaving this house for me. I will get to own it and I wouldn't have to live with my parents in Paris anymore, where I had a father who abused me. He hit me, and made me go to bed with out food many times even though I knew we were rich. He hated me, and I never knew why.

My great aunt would invite me to her house all the time, to try to save me from him and the cruelty. My mother ignored it. And she was also abused by him. Everyone was afraid of him. But, we depended on him. I did. I was around 17 years old. And I remember, having this feeling of waiting. Like I was waiting to grow up so I can live in the beautiful house with my auntie. But, the next thing I know, I was in front of this mob, and they were peasant looking. Angry. And screaming at me. I saw my father, being dragged up to this platform, and I saw him being executed. He died. And I remember, not crying. I was sad because, I knew I was going to die too. I knewn I would never get to live in that beautfiul home, happy.

I have drawn the house, in such detail it scared my family. I even drew my father, mother and aunt. I had no siblings. Though I think I had a little sister who died, when she was three or four. I don't know if this is all my imagination, all I know is that it felt so real.

The scariest part was when my therapist asked me to go forward in time. To the year 4412. That's when I freaked out.