tanguerra
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Still sticking bits of lives where they belong. Apologies to those who are familiar with this story - the story of 'Old Japan':
One night after a HUGE argument with my sister, I used the 'Heart Center' meditation technique to try to work out what the heck was going on. I identify my present life sister with the husband in this life...
One night after a HUGE argument with my sister, I used the 'Heart Center' meditation technique to try to work out what the heck was going on. I identify my present life sister with the husband in this life...
I had only had two images but I knew there was some sort of marital infidelity and a violent death involved, but I was not able to get a lot more, so thought I would try activating the heart centre and go into the emotions to see if that yielded any more information.
I saw blood splattered on rice paper wall panel when the blade was flicked (and the horrible sound it made) and saw the body of a young man on the floor, bleeding out onto a tatami mat, the blood soaking into his black hair, wearing a very plain black outfit. It was Japan.
At first I thought I was the murderous husband (as I have had other memories as a Samurai man) then I kept seeing the husband in the third person (looking up at him standing over the boy) and thought, hang on, maybe I am not him, maybe I'm her? I went into the emotion behind the images and realised I was the wife, then I got more details.
I was married to a much older man. It was an arranged marriage. He was rich. I was young. He had been away to visit the capital and meet with the Shogun (to be offered an important position of some sort). He was wearing a very elaborate yellow kimono (which I thought was weird until I realised he had just come back from this important trip to the capital and so was all dressed up). I was having an affair with this boy, who was a servant or underling of some sort - we believed we were 'in love' although it had not been going on very long. I had been taking advantage of my husband's absence, but he had come back a day or so early with his exciting news. I had sent all the other servants away, since the boss was out of town I had told them they could have a holiday (so I could be alone with my lover).
Hubby had realised something was up when he came back (with his entourage of men - Samurai?) and there were no house servants around. He had quietly come upon us alone in my room. I don't think we were 'in flagrante', as we were dressed, but he quickly figured out what was going on. We both had our hair down (people always wore it tied up then) and were in the bedroom, but I get the feeling we were playing a game of some sort - anyway we were laughing and having fun. I have an image of him dragging the boy up by the hair and cutting his throat with great precision and very little mess considering. It was quite creepy as you can imagine. Some blood got on his fancy kimono and that made him almost as angry as the whole other business.
The only thing that saved my life was that nobody else knew about the affair as I had been very discreet and especially since he had this new position he did not want any scandal and he certainly did not want anyone to know about the disgrace. He never spoke to me again though or even looked at me. He told his men he had killed a thief trying to rob the house while the servants were away and I was sleeping and had dispatched him with his knife. He had them dispose of the body and the mess.
I think I was sent away and occasionally wheeled out for official function type things, but otherwise totally disgraced. I can remember sitting at some formal dinner thing, all dolled up with elaborate clothing and such and my husband never so much as glanced in my direction, let alone spoke to me. I had many years to ponder on this tragic love story and built up a lot of romance, not to mention guilt, around it. I believe the boy may be someone I know now, also possibly the husband.