Jenny’s regression
Each month, I take a reader back for an in-depth look at what’s troubling them… Dear Jenny M y husband Michael and I can’t stop arguing, even though I love him dearly. It always starts with one of us picking a fight with a silly reason. Can you save our marriage?
Sense of doom
My name is Dieter and I work in a circus. I’m part of a famous flying troop, and we work without a net. It’s 1962. We’re superstitious and today feels wrong, as if something bad will happen.
A slip up
I refuse to give in to it, it’s stupid, we will all be fine! But I am wrong. So terribly wrong. One of us makes a mistake, and all three of us suddenly fall. After a split second
Blame game
I’m gone. I’m dead. I can hear what they’re saying down below as I float above their heads. They’re blaming Rich. They say he faltered, but it’s my fault. If I’d told them of the warning that came to me, their superstitions would have made them listen!
Following the light
Now I’m fading, I’m going to a light, and as it envelops me, I grow dim as the light grows
stronger and stronger.
Jenny says:
Christine was once Dieter and Michael was Rich, and the cause of their arguments is clear! Blame was always a foggy issue for them.
Christine says: Yes, that’s true. We both thought we’d caused the accident. It’s all become so mixed up, we’re blaming each other in this life. Now that Jenny’s sorted it out, I think we’ll be fine! Neither of us was really responsible then, just as we’re not today during our arguments.