Chat It’s Fate — August 2017

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I’m an ‘old soul’

My partner says

Magna Carta

draft the

I helped

Cigar smoke:

Nobody there

was looking

down

Gramps

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while

viewing a house to buy,

I sensed the unpleasant whiff

of an unwashed

person nearby.

That’s when it

hit me...

These odours

were from people

who had died in

these locations...

I could

smell death

• the
  scents
  people
  leave
  when they
  depart
  this world.
  In January
  last year,
  I moved to
  Gainsborough.
  Forgot
  about my

experiences.

But, on 22

November, I was

making a cuppa

when I smelled

something familiar.

‘That’s Gramps’ aftershave!’

I said to myself.

It was so distinct, I hadn’t

known anyone

else to wear it.

Truth is,

I hadn’t thought

of Gramps

for decades.

Then I realised

it was the

anniversary of

his death!

I like to think

it was his way

of looking down

on me.

I don’t think I have

any special powers, or

indeed any insights.

But I’m trying to find out if

anyone else has had a similar

experience, and can explain it.

Or perhaps I’ll never know.

Who nose?!

A

s I strode through

the Great Hall, my

fur and velvet cloak

billowed behind.

It was the summer of 2012,

and I was acting the part of

King Henry VIII for visitors at

Hampton Court Palace.

I’d always been a

real history buff.

My family tree

had even

shown I was a

descendant

of William

Marshal, often

referred to as

‘the world’s

greatest

knight’.

I was in my

element at

the palace.

The ancient

grandeur made

me feel as though

I’d come home.

‘It just all feels so familiar,’

I told my partner, Sally-Ann

Hayes, 59.

Sally-Ann had often told me

she thought I was an old soul.

So in February this year,

I went to the clinic of Sally Ann

Gray for a regression.

In a deep state of hypnosis

I found myself slumped on a

cold flagstone floor.

I was a knight in medieval

times. I’d been ambushed

while riding, injured, then

thrown into a cell.

‘We’re going to count

to three and move on,’

Sally Ann whispered.

Time flashed forward.

I was in a tent lined with

opulent gold cloth.

Soldiers armed with swords

protected me as I sat at a

table inspecting documents

crucial to England’s future.

I was William Marshal, the

knight, and I was helping to

draft the Magna Carta!

My surroundings

altered again.

This time, I was

old, on my

deathbed.

Men

were

gathered

around my

bed, writing

furiously.

As Sally

Ann’s room

swam back into

view, amazement

washed over me.

What I’d seen

matched William

Marshal’s life story.

I wasn’t just related to him

• I’d been him in a past life!
  It’s an amazing feeling to
  know I was once one of the
  most influential knights ever.
  I’ve been reincar-knight-ed!
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  lFor more about Sally
  Ann Gray, go to http://www.
  sallyanngray.com

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True life:True life: Psychic world

Paul

Tredgett,

59, from

Eastbourne,

East Sussex

fy warning

As told to Emmie Harrison, Anna Elsey and Amanda Vlietstra

These

odours

were from

people who

had died

Knight to