The Hypnotism I don’t believe that I can be hypnotized, but I agree to be the guinea pig. I know this mesmerist doesn’t really believe in this theory of previous lives, but I will play along just for fun. I can still hear his voice, along with those of my friends seated nearby, so I guess nothing is happening. I am a little sleepy though, so I think I will just close my eyes and rest awhile.
Suddenly the noise around me is deafening. I hear metal pounding on metal and the clop of horses’ feet. Someone is shaking me and yelling in my face to get up or I will get run over. “Leave me alone!” my mind shouts back. Just then, I feel myself being dragged through the dirt. Dirt? Why am I lying in the dirt?”
As I slowly open my eyes to the chaos surrounding me, I realize that the crowd is looking at me as if I were from another planet. I feel like I’ve fallen into the middle of a Renaissance Festival, and I’m the only spectator. I look down t o see myself dressed in tattered clothes. Oh, my gosh! Is this a past life? No….
Quickly, I stumble to a bench near a stone wall. This is crazy! The extraordinary sounds, unrecognizable smells, and unbelievable sights around me are almost too much to take in. Where am I?
I close my eyes and sit very still thinking about what is going on and what I’m going to do about my bizarre situation. I hear my name being shouted. Again someone is trying to wake me up. “I”m awake,” my mind shouts back. Slowly, I look up to see my friends crowding around me. “You won’t believe where I have been, “ I tell them. I don’t know if I believe it either.
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