This morning I watched his performance, and I seen the energy, his soul. I couldn't stop watching his performance, but when I decided to stop, and try to get some sleep, turned over, and closed my eyes, but his face is all I could see, and I thought of France, and I exhaled, and a whisper sound far away, then, something that haven't happened to me in years, I smelled my own blood in my head, my throat, the tingling, and it frightened me, and the soft whisper from far away. I couldn't make put what it was saying, then I started this story, and when I was typing coincidences, and I only typed co, and my auto correction came up with the word coincidences, hey I could've been typing content, connect or coin, but coincidences popped up like if this device was reading my mind. Just now I smell blood in my nose, but I'm not bleeding. My ceiling is popping like if the temperature in my bedroom is changing. I swear every time I think of him, it's like deja vu. One time I was sleeping,, and wasn't thinking about him, and I astral traveled to his home in another state. I seen him sleeping, and his wife. I even seen a prescription bottle of medication, but I couldn't see the name on the bottle, it was dark, and only light was the light of the moon. I walked over to him as he was sleeping on his belly, I whispered to him, telling him that I was going to show up to his home one day, only thing I didn't thought it would be astral travel visit. I stood there looking at them both, and I noticed tears in my eyes, so I returned to my body, and I awakened. Again in this life she had taken him away from me. She killed us in a past life, I will never forget it. Seems like he has, because in that past life she walked in on us in the bed together, I jumped to get dressed he grabbed my wrist for me to stay, she murdered both of us.
Social media is where we would be on the same wavelength, same frequency, we would be on Instagram at the same time 3am here out west, and 6am eastern part of the country where he lives. Like right now I can sense my Frenchman lover, like if he's watching me from some vision of his 3rd eye. Whenever we will have a day or night to talk about these spiritual connections. I always felt that I lost something in France. He has no children in this lifetime, and neither do I. We had two children in our past life. Something with this Frenchman and I must connect to find out why we are here again, but in different bodies. I felt a pinch on my breast when I smell my own blood in my nose, it scared me, and the whisper of the familiar voice. I was always running from him when he wanted to go live on Instagram. I don't want to cause confusion or break up a happy home, I'm not a home wrecker. If it was meant for us to connect face to face then nothing can stop it. Him and I aren't getting any younger we are in our 50s.
I am somewhat afraid, because I don't want to lose him again in this lifetime. I don't want to disrupt his life. I get a feeling if our eyes meet each other it will happen between us, and I couldn't do that, even though she murders in our past life. Coincidence she looked at my Instagram page where I posted souls recognizes each other, she liked the post, and I believe she knew who I am. I do believe someone close to them told her that the Frenchman and I will meet one day, and it is destined, and nothing can stop that meeting. He came to my city to perform with a friend, and I stayed far from him in the shadows watching him, and I believe he knew. Christmas is approaching, and all I do is think of him knocking at my door unexpectedly, I feel he's been in the shadows watching me.
I remember a dream that we were in bed on a railroad tracks, and they were crossed, yes Crossroad railroad tracks, now what does that mean? I don't know, but it soon to be revealed. When I close my eyes I can see his eyes starring back at me. This sounds like a obsession, but it's not. Like their friend said it is destined to happen. Only if he can release me, so I can move on, and love another, and he can stay forever with his wife. I'm trapped by this thing called a undying love, that survived the grave. Release me Frenchman.
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Short StoryIt was 2020 when I seen him, ever since I can't shake him off my mine. His energy is so contagious, his eyes they way he stares at your soul. My Frenchman lover.I would love to say his name, but it might cause a big stir up, and I cannot do that. T...