Your True Tales
May 2003 – Page 24

Past Lives
by Wendy L.

When I was around 3 years old, I told incessantly about having been an old rich woman who died with fire, specifically, (and I can STILL picture it) something catching fire around my neck from some sort of explosion. As it turns out, my birthday is the EXACT day of the Hindenburg disaster in Lakehurst, NJ. 

Then there was the time when I was 19 and a bum living off my parents/not working. (Not proud of that now!) Nonetheless, I was lying in bed mid afternoon, eyes closed, but awake. I was suddenly very frightened and knew someone was in my room with me. One of those deals where you don't WANT to open yours eyes, but you just have to. There was a tall man in a dark blue uniform with brass buttons on his coat, but "TV" static for a face. He reached out a large hand to me and I clearly heard him say, "Don't be afraid. I just want to touch your blonde hair."

When I finally found a voice, I screamed and my mom came running from downstairs. When I told her what had just happened, she told me that there was nothing to fear, no ancestors would hurt me. But on her side of the family were mostly sea captains.

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