Back then, I was 34 years old in my previous life. I know it sounds unbelievable, but trust me, it's real. It was the night of July 11, 1933, I was a simple man living in Ballycarroll. As a common citizen of Ireland, I was working hard despite the grim state of the economy, which had led to widespread unemployment after the economic war with Britain. That night, I was just trying to get by, like everyone else, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.
I remember that night so clearly. The full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over everything. The air felt different, almost magical, but also heavy. I was just getting back from work, mumbling to myself about the economic troubles in our country. As I walked past the graveyard, I felt that familiar shiver run down my spine.
It always felt a bit creepy walking near graves, like the world was watching me. I was tired, and the last thing I wanted to do was linger there. So, I kept moving, trying to shake off the unease. Little did I know, that night held secrets that would change everything for me. Every night, moving from this place felt ominous but this night was something more paranormal than ever.
The atmosphere began to shift, turning into a ghostly fog that wrapped around the graves. I felt a rush of anxiety and kept moving forward, trying to shake off the eerie feeling. Suddenly, something caught my eye—a white shining rose floated in front of me, glowing softly in the darkness. It hovered there, delicate and beautiful, as if it had come from another world. I stopped in my tracks, captivated and confused, wondering how something so magical could exist in such a creepy place.
I felt a strange charm, a psychic mystery, pulling me toward the rose. I couldn't resist. I spread my arms wide and reached out, grasping it tightly in my hand. It felt like the rose was handed to me by angels, warm and pulsing with a gentle light. Holding it made me feel special, like I was part of something greater, something magical. In that moment, everything else faded away, and I was lost in the beauty of the rose, feeling an unexplainable connection to the world around me.
But as soon as I held the rose close to me, a woman's form began to appear. She was absolutely beautiful, but there was something paranormal about her—ethereal and ghostly, like she didn't fully belong to this world. I felt a mix of fear and comfort at the same time, drawn to her glowing presence yet trembling at the unknown. It was as if she had stepped out of a dream, and I was both terrified and mesmerized by her beauty. I made my speech and asked, "Hey, Who are you beautiful?"
In return not a single word echoed, even She didn't break the silence as she approached me. I was scared, unable to move or find my voice. The closer she got, the more I stared at her, captivated. When she finally reached me, she wrapped her arms around me in a gentle hug. Despite my fear, I felt warmth radiating from her, melting away my anxiety. After a moment, she spoke softly, "Don't be scared, my man." She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling. "I came into being again just for you, handsome." Her voice was soothing, like a tender lullaby that eased my heart.
"For Me?" I replied vaguely, "How do you know me who I am?"
"I am the one who sent you to this earth from heaven."
"Oh!? But I don't know who you are, can I just know?"
In her sleepy, gentle voice, she continued, "I'm the one who has been waiting for you, just for you, for years. I am blessed, blessed by the angels, and I came to bless you, my dear. I am the radiant maiden of this earth whom the angels name 'Amour'." Her words wrapped around me, likely filling me with a sense of wonder. I felt a rush of emotions, realizing that this ethereal being was connected to my past, my heart, and perhaps my future.
As I stood there in her warm embrace, I felt this amazing connection to Amour. She was like a bright light in the dark, showing me a way I never knew was there. My heart raced as I looked at her, and everything about her was so beautiful and magical.
"Amour," I whispered, and it felt so right. The way she smiled made me feel special, like I was the only person in the world. Her laughter was like music that pulled me closer, and I couldn't help but feel happy whenever she was near.
But part of me was confused. How could I fall for someone so otherworldly? It felt strange, but I couldn't ignore how strong our bond was. In that moment, I realized I wanted to protect this special connection we had.
A STRANGE CONNECTION WAS IT? A STRANGE, YET SHE FELT SO FAMILIAR