I
was fortunate enough to be able to meet one of my soulmates. She
was like me, also a psychic. We
were drawn to each other, our energies mixing and blending. One
could say that it was “cosmic”. One
time we were talking and she asked me why we were given the chance to meet
in this lifetime? It was funny
because I was thinking of the same question when she brought it up. We
then asked each other the question “What do you think our relationship
was in our past life”. As we
asked that question visions and images started coming into our heads. We
slowly took turns describing what we saw and felt.
“I
see a log cabin near a lake with a snow capped mountain close by” I said.
She
replied “Oh my God! I see the
same thing. What’s the country”?
“I
can’t say. Somewhere in Europe, European.” I answered.
“Right!”
she agreed.
“Oh
my! We’re married aren’t we?”
she added.
“Is
that a bad thing?” I
said jokingly.
We
took turns describing the house and everything inside it. Every
detail that we mentioned the other confirmed. We described the layout of
the house and furniture. Everything
we described was exactly what the other saw.
Then
she said, “I see you coming. You’re
a big man with gentle eyes. Eyes
filled with sorrow. As if
you bear a burden that you cannot escape.”
As
she described me, I saw her behind the cabin looking at me, “I see you
too. I see you wearing a brown
dress and an apron. You approach
me and greet me with a smiling face and gently kiss me on the cheek. I
help you with the pail that you’re holding.”
“I
know. I also know that you
have something to tell me. Something
that will hurt me.” she said with a sigh.
“I’m
sorry” I said I started feeling my heart pounding and my hands start trembling.
As
we slowly pieced together our story as one would piece together a jigsaw
puzzle both of us adding a piece at a time. We
realized that we were married for about eight months in that time and I
was to leave. I was to go on
a hunt for a man. She knew that I had to go for I had no other choice. The
task that I was to do would greatly help us with for there was a reward.
As
I left her at the cabin and started to walk away she said, “I’m so sad.
I don’t want you to see me crying. I’m
going to keep on waving to you as long as I can see you and I’m going to
wait for you to come back. How
I wish you won’t go. I have
a bad feeling that you won’t come back to me”.
I
paused for a while as I contemplated her words. I
said “I can see you waving from the doorway and I wish that I didn’t have
to go. But I have no choice. Wait! I
have a letter in my bag. I
open it as soon as I can’t see you. I
read it and it tells me you love me and that you promise to wait for me
and… that you’re pregnant”.
I
was a bit stunned for a while. I
couldn’t say anything. A sudden surge of emotions hit me. It
was a combination of joy, anger, fear, and overwhelming sadness. I
could hear her sigh. Then she started to cry. She
was feeling the same emotions that I was feeling.
After
a few minutes of silence I said, “I could see a date on the paper. Its
says February 19, 18… I can’t make out the last 2 numbers. The
rain wet it.”
I
can see it she said, “February 19, 1888”.
Again
we were quiet. Then we finished
the story. I get killed during
the hunt. I get stabbed in
the chest and as she tells me about it I feel a sudden pain in my chest. I
tell her that I was stabbed on the left side of my chest because that was
were I felt the pain and she agrees. I
tell her that she waits for me knowing that I was never to come back.
“How
sad” she said “Maybe this time it could be different”.
“Maybe”
I said.
We
said our good byes to each other that night, promising to see each other
again the next day. When I was all alone I felt curious about the date
February 19, 1888. I went
through my journal and sure enough I found the answer, the day that I first
talked to her was February 19, 1998. Exactly
one hundred years later, we met again. The day I left her was the day we
found each other again.
© 1999 Joe Bailey Guerrero HOME