Tales of the paranormal
Too attached
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I’m usually a happy-golucky person, but occasionally I’d get filled with sadness for no reason.
So, I decided to have a pastlife therapy session with hypnotherapist, Alba Weinman…
Stood on a busy street in an ancient port, I waited for my father. I was dressed in shorts, a white shirt, brown jacket, and black velvet shoes with golden buckles. ‘I’m a 14-year-old boy called Nicholas,’ I told Alba. ‘It’s around the 1800s, in Italy or Brazil.’ Slipping back into the scene, I saw a dishevelled woman holding a boy’s hand. He was looking at me. Then, my father arrived, enveloped me in a hug. Piling into a horse-driven carriage, we headed for the country. Once home, I ran upstairs to my bedroom. My parents were downstairs, rowing. Then, the therapist suggested I revisit a big
event in my life.
Immediately, I saw myself, Julia, outside the university I went to. My parents had driven me there, but had barely spoken to each other. Like Nicholas’ folks, mine argued a lot, too. Also, in my vision, Nicholas only saw the back of his mother’s head. And I can’t recall much warmth from mine.
After university, I saw Nicholas at a desk, an accountant. I, too, was alone after my degree, and I craved a corporate career. Only I’d a child to prioritise. But, lying there in 2017, I longed for Nicholas’ seemingly perfect life. I’d a knot in my stomach, like I was stuck. It was confusing. ‘Are you a male or female energy?’ Alba interrupted. Back in the port, now I was the poor boy I’d seen. Frank was angry with his mother, and jealous of my fancy footwear. The seven-year-old had died of the plague in the 1800s, and was a ghost when he attached himself to Nicholas as they passed each other. Through Nicholas, he followed me to this life. Alba helped Frank move on, lifting the weight I’d been carrying. Thanks to Nicholas and Frank, I’m happy again.