Thriller Thursday - When You've Crossed The Line!

I’m going to touch on something you may, or may not, believe in. Reincarnation. I, too, was a skeptic, until about 12 years ago. My daughter and I had read a book by psychic Sylvia Browne. I had been a great admirer of kindness and psychic help to those who wanted even the smallest sign of hope that a loved one who had passed on was happy. She didn’t get results 100-percent of the time. But she was always the kindest, and wanted, truly, to help those who needed help. So… this was Sylvia Browne’s book about reincarnation and self-regression to discover who you might have been. No mumbo jumbo, simply someone reading her words and guiding you through an exercise of regression. You were always 100-percent awake. For many who believe in reincarnation, there is the belief that what we did, or how we died then, an attribute is carried over into this life. Be it a scar from a wound, a physical ailment, etc. My daughter had already done a regression with someone else and was content not to do it again. I, as I said, was a skeptic, and couldn’t possibly believe I was reincarnated. That is until my daughter talked me into the regression! Over a period of about 40-minutes I described in detail the village [of what we believe may have been Vikings] in a very cold region. My name was Moira. I was 12-summers old. I described my attire. How I was loved by my Mama and Papa. How I had a little brother who was only 3-summers old, whom I adored. That spring, as the air turned warmer, but the ground and fjord were still frozen, I took my little brother out to skate in our skin and fur boots on the frozen water. There were several of us children there. We had been told to play near the banks only. But being children, and among the oldest…I skated out farther than anyone else. “Proving” my fearless attitude! Suddenly the ice began cracking under my feet. I screamed for everyone to get off the ice. I saw one of the other girls grab my baby brother and run to the bank just as I was falling through. My last words? “Papa save me!” [Only in the regression… I spoke in another language. Yet, in my mind, I knew what I was crying out!] It was so very real. And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was no hocus pocus, but a very real memory. I was, and still am, able to describe the round home we lived in. I can see it. Remember the scents of the cooking/ heating fire, which were in a pit in the middle of the great big single room structure. Did I carry something over from that life??? Well, strangely enough, I have had sarcoidosis of the lungs for many, many years. Doctors have told me that it is a strange case, because usually if a person ever gets it, a single treatment of steroids is given and they never have it again. Yet I have it in varying stages at least 7 times a year. Sometimes more. Okay… so I assume that Moira lived many hundreds of years ago. And there was no way to verify her existence. So, even if I now believed… there would be no way to ever prove it! But then, I was approached by a client. She had a very strange dream. She asked for my assistance if providing proof that a dream she had was not just a dream, but a regression memory. [I can’t give you specific names here, due to client privacy, as well as survivor privacy.] So bear with me. My client informed me that she had dreamed she was a young girl. She “knew” she was only 15 years old. And that she was in love with a young 17-year old boy. The year was 1917. The young man decided to enlist in the Army. World War I was just at its apex, and many young men were volunteering from the community. The two teens were so madly in love, and were afraid that if he should go off to war without first marrying his sweetheart, that he was surely jinxed and would die on the battlefield. Their parents sensed the true love between the two teens, and agreed to give their permission to wed. The small family attended wedding was held the day before the young man shipped out. They spent their wedding night at the home of the bride’s parents. She being an only child, the parents went to an aunt’s house, and gave the teens their privacy for the one night they would have together. When the morning came, the young girl walked with her young soldier to the train station, where dozens of other young boys waited to board the train with him. She smiled and pretended all was well, kissed him firmly on the mouth, and waved brightly as his train pulled away. She waved with her white handkerchief until it was round the bend, and she knew he could no longer see her. Then she collapsed to the ground and wept. She feared so for her soldier boy/ husband. Pulling herself together, she walked back home. Several weeks went by, and she heard no word from her husband. She wrote to him every single day. But no word. Almost three months before she got the only letter she would ever receive. She was ecstatic when she got it! Even when her parents, as well as his, all but demanded she share it. After all… he was a war hero, simply because he was a volunteer! He had not waited to be drafted. Her mother-in-law was constantly asking if there would be a little baby soon. She would smile and say she didn’t know yet. Then, right before the third month following their marriage, a cable from the War Department arrived. Her soldier boy had been killed in action in Italy. The fifteen year girl was devastated. Writing a note which she placed in her skirt pocket, she went out to her father’s carriage house and drank from a paint thinner can, committing suicide. Her mother found her body there on the carriage house floor. My client asked if I could confirm any of this for her. She did not know either of the teens last names. She only knew first names. She stated that her dream was so real, that she somehow suspected she was the young girl, reincarnated. So, I have to tell you… I had trepidations about doing this. Perhaps this was more than I truly wanted to get into! And if it was real, would some of my reservations about reincarnation change? Still, a voice inside me said I simply had to find out. My client truly wanted to know. I began first, with the marriage indexes of the state where my client said she knew they lived. And the year of the marriage. Lo and behold, the search was simple. There was only one marriage that year with the same first two names for the individuals. As I pulled up the record, I literally had chills when I read their ages. He was 17. She was 15. Now I had their names, first AND last. As well as their parents, who had been required to give their permission for the couple to marry. A newspaper account listed the names of the young men from the county who were shipped out the day AFTER the wedding. There was a photo of a group of men boarding the train. I find an enlistment record for the young man. But I still have not located a military death record. However, fast forwarding it to 10 days later, and I found a death record in the county for our young widow. Cause of death, “violent convulsive seizure”; secondary to “was “ingestion of a flammable substance, believed to have been turpentine”. It was marked as a suicide on the death certificate. And even stated her mother had found the body. A cemetery was listed as her burial place. A quick look on Find-a-Grave and a small stone, topped with a cherub, much like you would place on an infant’s grave, marks her final resting place. The hairs on the back of neck rise, even as I write this, and I’ve had some time to digest this information! When I provided my client with all of the above, she asked if I could possibly locate any living relatives who might be willing to talk to her. I told her if there were any, I could certainly try… but that I refused to play any part in any kind of subterfuge just so that she could “scratch an itch” that might be better off left alone! She promised me that if they refused to speak to her, I needn’t even give her their names or any other information I might uncover. I did find a great deal more information in looking for relatives. After the young girl died, her parents went on to have three more children! Two of them still living! Both in good health and recollective of their parents stories of the young girl. They both stated they knew she died tragically, but that “Mother never talked of how it happened.” They were anxious to know just what did happen. Well, at least one was. The other seemed a bit hesitant. She finally confessed that she already knew. When their mother had passed away, among her things, tucked away in a chest, was a single page of note paper. A note that said simply she could not go on without her husband; she was sorry to inflict pain on her parents but life was too much without him; she was going to meet him. It was signed by the young girl. The sister neither of the two living had ever met. This younger sister had kept it private, not even telling her sibling, because that was what their mother would have wanted. Then I had to explain my errand in finding them. I worried that they would not be open to this. However, I was pleasantly surprised when both agreed to meet with my client! The older of the two said, “Oh we watch Ghost Adventures and the Bio channel all the time!” I’m sure if they had listened closely on the telephone, they would have heard my jaw drop and hit the floor! Has this changed my ideas about reincarnation? You betcha. No longer do I doubt. This has only re-affirmed my belief that this is very real! Yes… it still gives me goosebumps! But I don’t think I’ll ever be afraid of death, ever again! Maybe next time… I can come back and not make the mistakes I’ve made this time! Wouldn’t that be something? A chance to do it all over again!!! Below is a wonderful video regarding reincarnation. Enjoy!