Waiting for my soul mate
 

“I’ve been waiting for him for twenty years, and my biological clock is ticking,” Sarah told me at the beginning of our meeting. She was a pretty woman in her forties with long blond hair and bright eyes. I initially met Gil in high school - two innocent teenagers. We dated on and off for about four years. He was emotionally distant and I, on the contrary, wore my heart on my sleeve. We eventually went separate ways and didn’t even keep in touch. Fifteen years later, just a week before my wedding, we met by chance at an event arranged by my fiancé’s family. We were both surprised and excited, like two forbidden lovers caught red-handed." Her eyes were sparkled with excitement.

"The night before my wedding I vomited my guts out. I didn’t feel that my fiancé was the special one share the rest of my life with, but I married him anyway.
The next morning I realized the big mistake I had made and filed for divorce. The handsome face of my high school sweetheart, my real love, Gil, haunted me constantly. A few months later a relative told me that Gil had gotten married as well and moved away, but I kept waiting for him. After six years, he returned to California with a degree from an out-of-state university and was in a miserable marriage, as rumor had it. Destiny arranged for us to meet again in the oddest of circumstances, and all the emotions and hopes were reignited in me.”

Sarah kept unfolding her story as I listened attentively. Did our heroes have their happy ending? The little voice inside my head whispered to the contrary -- “If she’s here, she’s probably not so happy and needs your help.”

“Here’s where things stand today” Sarah continued. “Gil filed for divorce and moved out of his house to a nearby apartment, choosing to stay close to his children but still far away from me. His family hates me, accuses me of destroying his marriage. My family isn’t too pleased either and urges me to find 'someone serious'. I’m so lost and confused. Gil says he needs time 'to get over his divorce trauma' so he can move on. Should I wait for him or not? And if yes, for how long? Twenty more years?" Sarah was weeping with frustration.

I had Sarah relax on the massage table. After settling into a relaxed state, she imagined going down a flight of stairs and opening the door to a past life where she had previously met the soul called “Gil” today.
“I’m a French pianist, travelling and performing all over Europe in the 1930s. My specialty—Chopin pieces. I love his music! Being an only child, you can understand my parents' concern regarding my romantic life. They make sure I have none. The piano is the only lover I’m allowed. My father is a science professor at the university. My name is Clara.” The information came pouring out of Sarah’s memory archive.
“Great,” I encouraged her. “And where is our guy?”
“Ah, he is an admirer of mine. I don’t give him any attention. I deserve better. He approaches me behind the scenes after every show but I ignore him.” She added one more piece to the puzzle. "So he travels to wherever you perform?" I wondered. "Yes... I guess. I didn't really think about it..." she slowly retorted. "And what does he do for a living?" I asked. "He's a philosophy professor." she knew it right away.

“O.K.,” I said. “What happens next?”
“I’m diagnosed with lung cancer in my thirties. I die within one year. Big funeral in Paris.” She said coldly.
“What is the date?” I inquired.
“November 7th, 1947,” she answered without hesitation, before relating the final details. “After everyone leaves the cemetery, Gil kneels by my grave and sobs. Three months later, to the day, on February 7th, 1948; he shoots himself to death on my grave.”

“Let’s take a deep breath and find out why all of this has happened. What are your thoughts?” I asked.
“In my French life,” she started comparing, “I was the snob and he chased me. In the current life, we've switched. He's not a snob, just afraid to put his heart on the line. And I’m all heart, which is the exact opposite of the ambitious pianist that I was.”
“Very interesting. And what did he need to learn back then, in France?” I inquired.
“In France, he learned persistence well, and he pursued me without relenting. But I didn’t keep my end of the bargain, giving no place or importance to the romantic emotions in my life. Today’s lesson for him is to trust his heart, and to trust me, that this time I won’t let him down like I did in Paris.”

We did retro–healing and cleared the negative emotions from the past life. When I woke her up, I asked her what she was going to do next. She said that she intended to put less pressure on him, and then she'd wait for him to come back so they could reunite. She hoped they might complete what they had missed in their French past life.
I wished her the best of luck, because who doesn't like a happy ending? Especially to bigger-than-life and death love stories!