Ever since I was a kid, I used to have problems with my throat. A soar throat were more common than not having it.
Then, about '91, I was in a meditation group, and when we ended by Christmas, the lady who had the group gave us all a past life reading.
She said that my aura was like fireworks around my head and that I had a connection with another lady in the group, whom I didn't know.
She said she saw me during the second world war, that I was a young, German woman, helping the Jews away from the Nazis. She also felt that the woman I was connected to, was living in France, and somehow we helped many Jews to escape to France.
She ended by saying that something happened to me, but that it wouldn't serve me to know what at that point.

Forward about a year:
One night I had the most intense soar throat. It was so bad I couldn't even drink water. Being used to a soar throat, I knew this was different. I drove to the hospital, only to be treated like a hypochondriac and sent back home.
A few hours later, it was so bad I could hardly breath and had a very high temperature, so drove back to the hospital in pure panic.
The rushed me to the main hospital in an ambulance, pumped me full with drugs and later told me that if I had come in half an hour later, they wouldn't have had a chance to save me. I had gotten some kind of an infection that literally suffocated me.

Forward about another year:
I was talking to this medium/psychic on the phone. She said she got a soar throat when she talked to me. I told her that I had a soar throat and maybe she was picking up on that.
She then continued and said she saw me in Germany during the second world war, (I had not said a word about what I had been told by this other lady) and that I was a young, German woman, very 'insignificantly' looking, that I was working in a shoe factory and that I was helping Jews flee from the Nazis.
At this point the hair stood up on my head... she repeated exactly what I had been told before.
She then goes on, saying that my name was Berta Hildegard Muller, my father was either Hans of Heinz, and my mother's name was Hannelore (I think that was it), and that I lived in a town close to the French border.

The next scene she saw, was me being caught by the German's as a traitor (sp) and that they hung me. The INSTANT she said those words, my soar throat was completely gone!
She said this was the very moment the British Army invaded and ended the war, and the next scene was what she believed was a British soldier, cutting me down, saving my life. She said I did from some kind of illness, like pneumonia or something, in 1958.

I asked her if she could see the name of the town I had been living in, she said all she got was that it began with a T and was close to the French border.

A couple of months after that, i was watching something very briefly on TV ( I usually don't watch TV at all) and saw this couple talking, it was supposed to be during or after the second world war. The woman mentions the name Trier, a place I've never heard about before, but it struck something withing me, so strongly that I had to look it up. It was a town in Germany, close to the French border

Do I need to mention that I have never since had a soar throat?

Also, I've never really enjoyed watching TV, but I saw every episode of the Holocaust when I was young, now I think I know why!

Moria x