Several years ago I took a tour with my Mum and Dad to Italy. We stayed in Sorrento for three nights and used it as a base for sightseeing.
The first trip we booked was a full day guided tour to Pompeii and Mount Vesuvius. I was really looking forward to it. Our first stop was in Pompeii, a vast archaeological site in southern Italy’s Campania region, near the coast of the Bay of Naples. Once a thriving and sophisticated Roman city, Pompeii was buried under meters of ash and pumice after the catastrophic eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 A.D.
I wandered around the ruined city and felt extreme sadness when I saw victims’ bodies covered by calcified layers of ash. The form of their bodies was preserved even after the biological material decomposed. I had a weird feeling about it all.
After we left Pompeii the next stop was to the base of Mount Vesuvius. When we got there my Dad and I decided to walk to the top of the volcano to see the crater and to take photos of the surrounding area while Mum waited on the bus. We were almost half way up when I found I could barely move my legs. I was in so much discomfort I was on the verge of tears. I did not want to go any further unless I could rest. My Dad was walking ahead of me and I asked if he wanted to take a break but he was fine and carried on, so I had no choice but to keep going. My legs were aching and felt very heavy but I managed to get to the top at which point the pain just stopped.
After taking several photographs we made our way back down to the bus where Mum was waiting. I did not experience any pain or discomfort on the way back thank goodness.
Years later I remembered my experience and mentioned it to my angels. It was was explained to me that I had lived multiple lives in Pompeii and that sadly I lost my life when Vesuvius erupted for the last time burying the Roman cities of Pompeii, Herculaneum, Oplontis and Stabiae.
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