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The woman who wanted my death

As promised, I continue my story. It therefore there had been, in one of my previous lives, a jealous, ugly sister who had destroyed slowly. "This woman, you know," told S. "Today is your aunt." Of course, the announcement of this news, anyone could explode, getting angry, yelling: "But how can you afford to say such horrors!" It is without relying on the personality of my aunt, a people who, quite gently, from my birth strove to destroy the small esteem I had with me.

is a woman of exceptional beauty. No man can resist him. But at 55, she is alone. She does not love, it moves from one love to another, destroying everything in its path. Very self-centered, only appearances matter. I have analyzed many relationships we have both on my therapist's couch. Making me out, but does not say clearly that I was riddled with physical defects, it made me realize that I deserved the love of anyone. Too ugly, no man would look at me and when I happened to submit to a friend or boyfriend, misunderstanding is emerging on his face: "how can this be as bad as a girl can attract Koky someone? " I assure you, I got out of his claws, not without pain, not without efforts. My aunt made such havoc today it is almost impossible to see.

It was in this present life, the beauty she envied me so much previously and what did she do? A weapon against others. But I want to finish on a happier note, because it's not in my nature to cry in the cottages. When I was in regression under hypnosis, one of the first images, very elusive, which appeared was that of a young woman-who looked suspiciously like my mother. She was very beautiful, with long black hair loose over her shoulders. She wore a simple dress, linen or wool, pale, bent under her pretty bosom. When S. evoked this unfortunate past life where I had been a woman, her face came back to me and I'm sure it was her, this girl who had known the great misfortune of losing his love. Love, exactly. I tell myself that the dark young man who loved both must exist somewhere and it comforts me terribly. I also wonder if my aunt, with her seduction that nobody can resist, could again break the bonds which it might be jealous? If an embodiment is used to adjust things, maybe then I could in the future flourish in a love that would not have been so bad finish.