Your True
Tales
March 2004
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Past Life
in Hawaii
by Stephanie H.
When I was five years old growing up on Maui, my parents would always drive to the other side of the island to visit my grandparents. We would have to pass a big white house along the way. I would just stare at this house until I could no longer see it. If I were awake on the way back, I would do the same thing. I knew that I had lived in this house before!
When my husband and I both lost our jobs because the owners retired, we decided to go and visit the house. I knew everything about the house even before the owner said anything. I told her that there was a staircase leading up to the second floor. I told her where the girl's bedroom was located. I even told her that there are two beds in that bedroom. I pointed across the hallway and said that there is a kitchen in there. She looked at me and said, no, but there use to be one back in the 1920s.
Now how can I know this when I was born in 1959 and I have never been to this house before? My husband then mentioned to her that I keep on talking about these ponds that were made up of the different islands. She said yes, there are ponds in the backyard that are buried. She took us out to the backyard and showed us the most recently buried one.
After almost
a year had gone by, we decided to go and visit the house again.This time there
were new owners. The house was made into a bed and breakfast inn. The new owner
said that there was a chair sitting in the back yard for a very, very long time.
It was an old Hawaiian rattan chair. I believe that it was called the princess
chair. She said that no one wanted to pick it up and throw it away.They all
got eerie feelings from that chair, so they
refused to touch it. Finally, someone had the guts to pick it up and throw it
away.
I mentioned to the owner that I smell orchids sometimes.She said that she also smell orchids sometimes in her master bedroom. She told us that her granddaughter who is about three to four years old sees this man dressed in black (ghost) roaming about the house. I then described this man wearing black to her. I told her that he wears a long black coat, long black pants, black shoes and wears a tall black hat. He looks like Abraham Lincoln without the beard. She looked at me startled and said yes, that's him!
This man was my father in my past life. He killed me by drowning me in one of the shallow ponds. I am looking up at him while I am being choked and drowned. I have talked to one of the neighbors and she said that there were rumors when she was a little girl that there was a body buried on the property. The name "Laura" keeps on coming to my mind so I presume that my name was Laura in my past life. These memories have haunted me since I was a child. I will never be able to rest until my body is found. Who knows,maybe it is not me that is buried there. It could be that Laura is reaching out to me psychically to help her. I don't know how I can end this mystery when I no longer live in Hawaii anymore. Who knows, maybe it was just meant for me to remember my past life, not to solve it. Things happen for a reason, right?
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