Noble Birth

From: Sara Vil (marievilaire@gmail.com)
Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: 1600s
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Oct 29 18:29:32 2011

Writing this is HARD because I am a Christian and we are not supposed to believe in these sort of things but I feel I have to share my story.

My first inkling that I had a past life was when I had a dream of me as a little girl dressed in period clothing. I had the same face I have now but a european version (I am Haitian and French mix). Anyways I was sitting in a chair with two children on either side of me. We were in an opulent living room area and the walls were a medium green color,not too bright nor dark. My hair was braided at the crown and the back was in a bun. The dream lasted less then a minute and I had the dream when I was around 5.

When I was in 4th grade I started getting visions of green hills and seeing iron gates and a courtyard. I cried when I saw them and kept saying " I want to go home"... I felt weird when I had these episodes and felt out of place in New York. I was longing for a place I've never been. When I was younger I was hid away for year because a family member wanted to kill me. The reason was money. I was going to come into a huge inheritance and my life was endangered. I've always been afraid of knives and have loved the 1600s. I've went to a museum in nyc and have cried over a writing desk marie antoinette had that was on display. I've had visions of me playing childhood games with two kids around age 6. Those were around the ages I saw myself and the two kids in my dream that I explained earlier. People have always called me princess or say I look like a kid even though I'm in my late 20s.

Ok after saying all the facts here's the reason why I mentioned all these occurrences: I found out what happened to me in my past life. I meditated and waited for the vision, then i saw it: I was murdered as a kid. I saw my past life self sitting at a writing desk and I was tense. I was about 7 or 8 and I looked like I haven't slept in a while. My hair was messy and I did not look as I did in my other visions and dreams, happy and joking. I got up and started to pace. I was in a small room, it had one small window behind the desk. There was a book case to my left and I saw a quill and a globe. The door to the room opened and I saw a man come in with a tall dark hat and shawl and boots. He had a pointy nose and a mustache. He came in and gave me a green apple. He said to eat it. I said no. I didn't trust him. I felt that he was family. Like maybe an uncle or something. That made me reconsider not taking the apple from him. I ate it and my throat felt weird. I knew he put something in it. I grabbed a letter opener or scissors and tried to attack him with it and fell to the ground. He was watching me calmly the whole time. I screamed out loud and he watched me die. He closed the door after my vision went grey and dark.

I can't believe I experienced this but it makes sense to a lot of things I have been through. I hope I don't sound weird and I'm still coping with it all. I'm sorry I'm not the best writer but I tried my best to explain my story.