I open the third door…
I am standing in a room with a wooden table and chair. I am here to see a person - a female. She is wearing a hooded cloak. She has pale skin and green eyes. I am here to say goodbye. It’s too dangerous for me to stay. Tree roots bind me to this person. I cut them away with a small knife.
I am back in the corridor with the doors.
Dad appears in front of me, he places his hand on my chest. I can feel a warm golden light spreading through my body. He leaves through a door at the end of the corridor. I follow him into the golden light. Family and friends greet me, and remind me that it is safe to let go.
I am back in the corridor. There are no doors left.
1,2,3,4,5,6... Walking up stairs
When the regression was over Sarah sensed that there may be a connection between the girl in the room and the wooden box. She described it as a jealous situation. I was becoming successful, building and creating something, and this girl couldn’t handle it, and made a hardened decision to to put a stop to it. Sarah could see a pouch of money, and as the girl leaves the room she nods at another man - I was tortured and buried alive!
This may sound strange, but I get a strong feeling that I know the people who did this to me - they are in this life.
This is the time for faith.