My Past Life Nightmare In Hexham, England

My friends have a running joke that no event with me can ever be just a normal, everyday experience. Such was my notorious visit to Hexham, England.

I used to have a friend for many years who I knew to be kind and generous. She is a talented singer and we met while performing in a musical together. We were never close friends. Instead, we kept in contact and exchanged birthday presents, but rarely talked or saw each other in person.

At one point she was going through a difficult time. She had ended several friendships, was feeling lonely, had financial problems, and desperately hoped to meet a special guy. Then she invited me to take a special trip with her to Hexham, England. She owned an international timeshare and offered to use it for the two of us for our holiday accommodation in Hexham. Although we shared the costs, she also insisted on handling all the flight bookings, transportation and other arrangements. We had a very good relationship, so it never occurred to me that all of this might later become a major issue between us.

It was a long, 13-hour flight. When we arrived at the airport, sniffer dogs held back by airport employees ran up to us with rabid looks in their eyes. They were barking loudly; it was really terrifying. Neither one of us drank, used drugs, or had ever committed any crime. In fact, she is a devote Seventh Day Adventist. So, being targeted by security dogs was an out of the norm experience for us. The customs officials took us into a backroom and thoroughly searched our baggage. I have also never experienced this before. Of course, they found nothing. I was later informed that do not often receive American visitors in Hexham, so they were therefore instantly suspicious about us.

We then found a taxi and transferred to our timeshare accommodation. To make matters worse, our visit was during an outbreak in the area of Bovine spongiform encephalopathy (BSE), also known as ‘mad cow disease.’ Everywhere we went our shoes and the wheels of the vehicles we travelled in had to be sanitized with some awful, toxic spray. Not a fun way to start a vacation.

Toxic people attach themselves like cinder blocks tied to your ankles, and then invite you for a swim in their poisoned waters ~ John Mark Green

In retrospect, the whole trip became a vivid nightmare. The first two days were not too bad. She did spend a lot of time talking about her many life challenges and her constant depression. Since we were supposed to be on a vacation, I would have preferred more positive, uplifting conversations, but I made an effort to be a good listener and patient friend. I am used to being the person who people vent with, and it feels good being able to help.

Then things shifted dramatically. She was suddenly uncoordinated and out-of-body. She even stumbled dangerously while attempting to take a picture of me. In the process she dropped my camera and broke it. I had bought a new one especially for the trip! I therefore have no other pictures of the trip after that. I do believe that was truly an accident and she felt very bad about it, but it contributed toward her later anger towards me – which was really her projecting her feelings about herself onto me.

She was overweight and out of shape, and became angry with me because I was able to easily walk up a steep hill, where I patiently waited for her to catch up. To be completely honest, I had initially made the effort to slow my pace down significantly, for her to keep up. But I used to be an athlete and professional dancer, so this went against my nature. There was also an unusual energy in that area that made me feel fired up and restless.

Eventually, it got to a point where I felt I just could not slow down anymore, because she would take five steps, and then need to stop to catch her breath. When she got to the top of that hill, she suddenly started screaming at me in front of everyone. It was very embarrassing! She continued to yell at me, while I apologized profusely. I then began to realize she was mentally unhealthy and emotionally unstable. Had I known this sooner, I would have never agreed to take the trip with her.

She then did something exceptionally devious to punish me. She knew I had no idea where we were, or where we were going next, as I let her plan the entire trip. I didn’t even know the address of the timeshare where we were staying. So, she began hiding from me, trying to scare me. I politely asked her not to do that, because I didn’t know where we were. But she would just laugh about it.

I also asked her what the address was for our timeshare in case I got lost or something happened to her, but she refused to tell me. I didn’t even have a key to the apartment. What was I thinking.

One aspect of power is to bring our past-life awareness into this lifetime. The second aspect of power is to go into new fields of awareness that we have never experienced ~ Frederick Lenz

We were supposed to go to London the next day, but I told her I felt it might be better we went our separate ways for the remainder of our time there, and to meet up later to take the plane home. She was then very apologetic and said she was going through a lot emotionally and really wanted me to go with her to London. I decided to be kind and hesitantly agreed to it, but insisted it might be better to spend some time apart instead. She then became hostile again.

That night, I had a psychic dream that in a past life we both lived in Hexham, England. There was a brutal battle, in which we both fought on opposing sides. Her side lost. The next day, I suddenly realized she had not moved past this past loss and still harbored hostility over it. I also realized then the strange energy I had felt that day was due to imprints from that time that were still there. With her lowered vibrations, she was more susceptible to its negative influences.

I later discovered that there had indeed been a Battle Of Hexham in 1464, which was part of the so-called Wars of the Roses, were a series of civil wars were fought for control of the English throne between the supporters of two rival factions of the royal House of Plantagenet: Lancaster and York.

Hexham was somehow a very familiar town to me, and even had visions of the cobblestoned streets before even going there. It is a very interesting, beautiful town and the people were very friendly. I stayed there for four more days. It is a small town. One day is enough to visit almost every shop and tourist attraction. The only major thing to do was to go to a torture museum. It brought back more memories of the horrible past life I had in Hexham.

After our flight home, we parted ways and I wished my friend well. I told her I was truly sorry she was going through such a tough time. In return, she started shouting insults at me. When I mentioned this horrific experience to a some of our mutual friends later, I then found out that she had been saying really shocking and horrible things about me, which suggested she had been harboring intense envy towards me. No one had told me of this before, so it was a double betrayal.

Later, she did send me some pictures of our trip, as well as money to replace the camera she had broken. I guess she was trying to make amends, but we never spoke again.

What I learned from it all is that when you have bizarre experiences or witness strange occurrences in unfamiliar places, it may be due to energy residue from a past life. Keeping your vibration raised leaves you unaffected by such unwanted, negative influences. Stay in the light, even when you are faced with much darkness and toxic vibes.

And furthermore, never go on a trip with someone you don’t know very well! If you choose to do it anyway, be sure to meditate or pray on it very carefully before you decide to go.