De Ja Vu

That life in France was a doozy.

So putting it together: I was sort of like a hooker and was basically my bf and Erik’s meal ticket and used to pay back a loan shark. My bf continuously violated me and forced me on the men who for the most part would serve as my ex boyfriends in this life. Erik was no exception. I was around 15 years old and very pretty (apparently). I suffered because of the abuse.

Erik killed my bf who continued to pass me off to those men because he was in love with me. We got married and then our child was born with the cord wrapped around his neck. He was blue! It was believed he died because of “the sins” we committed around the time he was conceived.

Taking in to account, the abuse and loss of a child took its toll on me so much it pushed Erik away. He couldn’t handle me anymore even though he wanted to. His distance didn’t help. He eventually became a map maker and died in a category 5 shipwreck off the coast of Africa? Not sure. Damn I have to work on my confidence.

I became a nun and somehow could astral project to frequently visit Erik as himself while he was still alive. In this life without knowing I looked for Erik as Abigail (I, me) had promised. All while that was happening I had been dating the same men who abused me in that life.

Erik and Abigail wanted to be together so much that Abigail hung herself in the convent to find Erik alive, Erik (as himself) shot himself in ‘09 only to find Abigail already incarnated as me. Thus here he are. Whew! Holy shit right?

Somewhere, in that life in France, not sure when but the kind (Edward?!) had to decided between having me executed or exiled for being “sinful”.

What I find interesting is how Erik and I felt each other. Well be had similar trials and tribulations; illnesses and such… It was like having a long distance relationship. That was why up until he died, I had a lot of long distance relationships. Not only because I was looking for him but because I was loving him through those guys I “loved” thousands of miles away.

I think Erik is playing with Thor because he’s jumping around on the bed. It’s kind of funny to watch.

It’s 8am and haven’t gone to bed yet. XD Still not very tired but need the sleep so see yall next fall! Rofl!

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧Don’t forget to take a look at Erik’s blog ran by his amazing mom Dr Elisa Medhus. Lots of stuff about his afterlife and shit.(◕‿◕)♡
… And YouTube

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