my past life: memoirs of a psychiatrist by Ramirez J.K

Author:Ramirez, J.K
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Week by week, new layers of neurotic fears and anxieties were shed from Catherine. Week by week she looked a little more serene, a little softer and more patient. She was more confident in herself and attracted people. He gave more love and others returned it. The inner diamond that was her true personality shone brightly for all to see.

Catherine's regressions spanned millennia. Every time they went into a hypnotic trance, I had no idea where the children of their lives would emerge. From prehistoric caves to modern times, passing through ancient Egypt, she had been everywhere. And all their existences had been lovingly guarded by the Masters, from beyond time. In the session that day appeared; in the 20th century, but not like Catherine. "I see a fuselage and an airstrip, a kind of runway," he whispered softly..

—¿ Do you know where you are?

— I don't see ... Alsatian? - Then, more decisively -: Alsaciana.

—¿ In France?

— I don't know, just Alsatian ... I see the name Von Marks, Von Marks (phonetic spelling). Some kind of brown helmet or cap ... a cap with glasses. The troop has been destroyed. It seems to be a very remote area. I don't think there is a nearby city.

—¿ Do you see?

— I see destroyed buildings. I see buildings ... The earth is destroyed by ... the bombing. It is a very well hidden area.

—¿ What do you do?

— I help with the wounded. They are taking them.

— Watch yourself. Describe yourself. Look down and tell me what clothes you wear.

— I am wearing a kind of jacket. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. My jacket is very dirty. There are many injured people.

—¿ Have you been trained to help the injured?

—No.

—¿ Do you live there or have you been taken to that place? Where you live?

—No sé.

—¿ How old you?

— Thirty-five years.

Catherine was twenty-nine; his eyes weren't blue, but hazel. I continued with the questioning.

—¿ You have no name Isn't it in the jacket?

— On the jacket there are wings. I'm a pilot ... some kind of pilot.

—¿ Do you fly planes?

— If I have to do it.

—¿ Who forces you to fly?

— I'm on duty and I must fly. It's my job.

—¿ Do you also drop the bombs?

— We have a gunner on the plane. There is a navigator.

—¿ What kind of planes do you fly?

—Some kind of helicopter. It has four propellers. It is a fixed wing.

That caught my attention, because Catherine didn't know anything about airplanes. I wondered what he meant by "fixed wing." But in hypnosis he had extensive knowledge, such as the technique of making butter or embalming corpses. However, only a fraction of that knowledge was accessible to his conscious, everyday mind. I insisted.

—¿ do you have family?

— He is not with me.

— But are they safe?

— I dont know. I'm scared ... scared they'll come back. My friends are dying!

— You are afraid that they will come back, who?

— The enemies.

—¿ Who are they?

— The English .

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