I wasn't even sure if I was this man at all. I kept long pauses because I didn't see or feel anything I could relate to and it felt like my imagination painted this story. I felt urged to say something for the questions of the therapist " Where are you now?" " Where are you heading to ?" " What is happening there?" etc. The feeling I got was money laundering but I wouldn't swear for it. There was a man behind the desk in a white shirt and another one who turned up suddenly from behind the counter and shot me in the head. I entered a shop which first seemed to be a confectionery/ café but then I felt closer to say it was a dry cleaner place. (How weird that is?) Within a millisecond I created an image of a bald middle-aged man wearing a brown Dick Tracy trench coat with a briefcase in his hand. I felt I could be anything I wanted to be and because I was a girl in the previous past life journey I chose to be a boy in this one. So she guided me to a display window where I could check my reflection in the window glass. The therapist asked me if I was a boy or a girl? I had no idea. Again I just saw shapes and silhouettes of buildings that gave me the hint that I was in the streets of New York. ![]() In this second past life, I was in New York. And I still have this feeling in me unfulfilled. This actually makes a lot of sense to me because since a young age I've had an aspiration to be recognized for my talents and creative ideas. In film studios, women’s jobs ranged from plaster-molders, set designers, and film editors to writers, directors, even production executives." So a lot of women actually started to work on film sets. So I might have been on a movie set as I read that around that time from 1977 "Movies hired people other businesses excluded-women and immigrants. The popular Cadillac era in the US started in the late '60s and the model I saw under hypnosis was closer to a 70s-80s model like Cadillac DeVille or Cadillac Seville (yes, I did some research on Cadillacs, lol!). She also pointed out that there were no cars in the wild west time, which is often referring to the period of the latter half of the 19th century, between the American Civil War and the end of the century. Later the therapist and I discussed that I was probably dead by the time I reached the water that's why I felt at peace in it. I tried to find a connection between him and people in my current life but nothing came except for the word jealousy. Then I was floating gently underwater where I felt calm and at peace again. I saw the man grabbing me and punching me off the cliff *. Within milliseconds my legs started to shiver, I felt something heavy on my chest, I couldn't speak just broke into tears. She reassured me that there was nothing on my hand and directed me back to the cliff edge. I knew that it was impossible to have spiders on me but it felt so real that I touched my hand and asked the therapist if she saw something crawling on me. Then I saw a man and me standing on the cliff edge and at the same time, I felt the sensation of some bugs were crawling on my hands in real life. Everything felt fine until the therapist asked me to fast forward to the time when I died (" What happened an hour before? 10 mins before? 1 minute before you died?"). ![]() ![]() Then we were sitting in a wide black Cadillac driving on the long empty road in the desert. I could sense that there was a man next to me in the bed but I didn't see him. Then I felt myself being in a bedroom, sitting up on the bed and choosing not to put the shoes on. Because nothing meaningful came from these images the therapist directed my attention to my feet and asked where I left my shoes. Which made me seem to be the pure soul barefoot in the white dress. I had a feeling that the reason why I only saw dark silhouettes was (1.) these characters were not important to me, or (2.) they were dark souls. I was the only white thing in that place. Everybody and everything was darkish around me. I saw dark silhouettes of cowboys sitting at the tables. The therapist asked me to look around if I see any familiar faces. I entered one of the saloons and just sat at the bar. At this point, I was thinking maybe my brain brought these images forward from the movies I watched years ago but I continued to focus to stay in the experience. It took a while to see the next image which reminded me of a village from a western movie with dusty roads and wooden houses with swinging style doors. I was barefoot in the desert (California or Arizona?), walking on the road and tumbleweed was tumbling next to me (just like in The Big Lebowski intro song: Sons Of The Pioneers - Tumbling Tumbleweeds). ![]() I saw a girl in her mid-twenties in a white dress and with long hair.
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