Week 4 – A Journey To The Past (4/7)
In my previous blog posts, I talked about what I witnessed in my past-life-regression, in which I saw myself as a little girl who dressed like a maid with a white apron in a mansion. I left the mansion and saw a black classic car passing by, and then I met a paperboy. I followed him to the marketplace. On the way I saw a woman and a shoe repairman…
Here, my story continues:
A Shoe Repairman (An Old Man)
All of a sudden, I recognize this old man!! “Oh my God! It’s him!” I cry emotionally at the moment I know who he is. He is the shoe repairman, who had helped me when I was lost on the street when my father went into a store in my current life (this was happening in my current life, when I was 4 or 6 years old). He sent me to the police department and then got my parents to take me back home.
I get so emotional and I can’t stop crying. I can’t believe that he is the same shoe repairman who I’ve met both in my previous and current life. Although he looks so different but I know that is him! He is an old man and has got white hair and a pairs of big round eyes (previous life), and he was a middle-aged man with black hair in my current life (when I was at the age of 4 or 6)…
When I stop crying I learn that the old man is very lonely and sad because he has separated from his family. When I know more about him, I start to know a little bit about myself. I have got no parents and being left to somebody else in the mansion. I am so alone and feeling abandoned! The old man has got children, but his children left him as they grow up. He is also sad and feeling alone. I am his friend. Every time I come to buy goods in the city I would stop by and would spend some time talking with him. He likes people to listen to him, and I am a good listener. I say thank you to the old man for helping me when I was lost. I send him my love and gratitude. I am so grateful to him for being in my lives… (I can hardly express all my feeling in words. All I can say it is that the feeling is so magical and spiritual.)