Thursday, March 1, 2018

Subject shares past life experience at my Centre


Subject shares Past life experience at my Centre.

I am a tall man wearing a hat and smoking. I am looking at the building across the street.  I entered the building. I feel I am in some office. It looks like a book store or ware house or maybe a publishing unit but very old.

I am typing on an old typing machine. I am a writer. There is a book. It has a brown cover and something is written in Golden colour on it. It is the first book written by me at the age of 38. The book gained popularity and people started recognizing and associating me with this book in my town.
I am being sentenced to capital punishment, death by gutting. I am on my knees and my head is in a machine. My head is about 10 feet away from me. I was not sorry or afraid at the time of death. It seems my book had offended the king and I was sentenced to death. I was proud that I did what I believed in and I died while being a free spirit. I died for freedom.

The only thing that hurt me was that the people gathered around while I was being executed had not read my book. They judged me without the knowledge what I said or what message I wanted to put across through my book. The fact that I was being judged by ignorant people saddened me. I was sad that my aim and task to enlighten society about the importance of freedom through my writing had not been accomplished.

My body was buried somewhere and no one knew about it.  At the time of death, I had severe pain in my head, neck and knees. My head was feeling very heavy. I moved up into the light after release of the pain and rested  there.