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Past Life Dream of the Christian Persecutions in France
Saint Bartholomew's Day Massacre
A Vivid Past Life Dream
Years ago, I had another dream of past life recognition which terrified me.
In this dream, I was crouching behind a copse of trees. Nearby, there was a gothic looking church and an old cemetery. In the distance a bright moon, and pastoral hill. Beside me was a young woman, wearing plain provincial clothing from what I guess were from the 1600's. All around me were other women and children, and a few old men. I knew we congregated in secret for some sort of religious gathering. The woman next to me clutched my arm in terror as she pointed toward the hill. I know that this woman who was my friend in the past is now my own family member in the present, and she still holds on to the same religious karma. Riders descended with their dark leader in the forward. He was a middle-aged man, and from what I could tell a rich nobleman. I watched as his cloak wavered wildly behind him, a sword in his hand. I know this man, and his soul. I would refrain from revealing his identity relating to me in this present day because I know his karmic debts paid, and he has redeemed his soul and his spiritual purpose in the present. There is no need to dredge old wounds.
The woman beside me screamed. She spoke in French, and I understood everything she said, even though I know little of the language. It was as if I had spoken it all my life.
"He's possessed. He's going to kill us!"
I remember yelling his name, but time has erased it from my mind, but I definitly knew whom this man was. He was a man full of hatred, and very intent on the destruction of our religious views.
Experiencing Past Life Recall
As the riders drew near, I remember the rush of fear. He spotted me. Aside from my religious following, I sensed that this man had a special vendetta toward me as if he were a spurned suitor. Reigning in with his sword he was about to strike me. At which point I awake, gasping for breath and shaking. Although I do not see my own death, I know he killed me, and he thoroughly enjoyed doing so.
This is the second past life dream I've experienced, and everything was so vivid and surreal. There were things in this dream that I could not have imagined. Especially, the clothing ... I've researched for hours, trying to find something that resembled the clothing in the dream and this portrait above is about as close as I am going to get, although the model is wearing something more fashionable.
Close Likeness of Dated Attire
Doing the Research
After more research, I found some interesting information pertaining to St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre, which took place in the city of Paris and its surrounding rural areas around 1572. This event intrigued me. The fashion of the day for provincial peoples and the subject matter of that event seemed similar, to my dream. I've even gone as far as researching the terror brought on by the Cathars of France, Christian heretics set on a cleansing genocide. Although not the same time period, the history piqued my interest. Sadly, I will never know what event really took place, but one thing's for sure. I will never forget the look in the mad man's eyes or his hate for the people or that place. So far, this is my last past life experience dream. I think that when young these things come very easily, but then time does pass, and we forget while wrapped up in the present.
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