Past Life Reading

I told the story as if I had just lived it.

The reader is used only for general prompting.

I was in a village town with cobblestone streets,

In a house hiding beneath my mothers dress,

Under the wooden floor, in a small cellar,

With two other children hiding from an invasion,

By horseback.

There was a lot of noise

And the cellar door flew open –

Everyone was killed with spears but me,

I lived, because I could not be seen.

Hours later after all the noise had stopped,

I got up and went to the open door and

Looked out. No one was around.

I started walking down the road

Out of the town.

It was sunny and bright.

I was coming down a hill

And saw a stream off on the left,

I walked over to get a drink of water.

I was bent over drinking and

I heard noise and looked up

Just then a man on a horse,

Plunged a spear into my chest.

And then I was floating overhead

Higher and higher,

Seeing my small body by the stream.