Birth Defects More Condition_symptoms

physical and psychological sequelae of a particular life

As I promised yesterday, today I tell how I learned why I am claustrophobic. Already, I want to say this, but I'm at a stage limited: I start to cry just like a little girl when I'm in a confined area. Egypt, last May, it was pretty pathetic, I was shared between fear and my desire to enter the wonderful Greek tombs of Alexandria. That was reason enough to take refuge also in protective arms, which was a great excuse. Claustrophobia is not its disadvantages:).

In fact, it's completely by chance that I discovered the origins of this fear. I went to consult a psychic (I go once a year because I'm very, very curious by nature. You had perhaps noticed ...). It was the first time I went home. He engaged the conversation thus: "You know, the Church, at times, absolutely did not tolerate a painter starts to paint scenes of naked, even daring." I was quite destabilized, wondering if he was okay. And he explained: "You know, when I saw you, I thought the Middle Ages. You've been a painter. You've painted things scandalous for its time." This revelation seemed fun. I could not help but laugh especially thinking of the very medium in which I am currently stuck. The light went on: "A friend is very jealous of your talent betrayed you. You have been locked in a cell and hanged after a botched trial". Suddenly, I laughed more. I was shocked for many reasons: already because the Middle Ages is one of my passions, because then, again the theme of betrayal came back on the mat. Obviously, I have not had much luck with my friends during my various reincarnations.

also joined what he said remarks made by my friend, medium, S. While focused to find out what had been my life, he had time to feel a choking sensation. He felt mal. Je lui demandais: "S. qu'est ce que tu as? Tu te sens mal? Tu veux qu'on arrête?". "J'étouffe, on me pend". Il ressentait ce que j'avais pu ressentir alors. Il continua: "on est en train de me prendre, de te prendre. Tout ça, c'est une injustice complète!". Dans quel état j'étais! Une fois revenu à lui, S. me dit: "tu sais, cette réincarnation a eu une incidence particulière sur ta vie. Tu en portes les traces physiques".

J'eus comme une illumination: "j'ai depuis toujours mal derrière le cou. Je dois systématiquement porter un foulard ou une écharpe sinon j'ai des maux de têtes insupportables". Le sentiment d'injustice que j'ai ressenti when I'm dead seems indelible.

Between the dungeon, probable origin of my claustrophobia and the rope around his neck still gives me terrible neck aches, I feel a compelling need to pursue this life there, the one where I was perhaps painter. I have no leads yet. But I do not despair.