You know, I’ve had a strong connection to a small town called Rothenburg for quite some time now. Every time I read its name on some map or street sign, it catched my attention. This is why I wanted to visit it for a few months now. It is about an hour by car, from where I live.
On our way back home from the Baltic Sea, I suggested we stop for lunch in Rothenburg. It was just a short stop and I didn’t have much time to really listen to the why this town catches my attention.
For now, I “know” this: I lived there in a past life. Probably the life, I was burned as a witch. They tormented me and probably brought me to Würzburg for my “trial” and burned this version of me at the stake. I don’t want to go into the details of this part right now, because Rothenburg was before all of that.
When I entered the town with my family, it felt like coming home. It felt right and light. It felt like I have won, actually.
Like I have won over the black death, the church who prosecuted and murdered me, all the wars and the shit that came to my lifes after this point, when things started to go downhill. I have won by still being here, by being able to step into this town, connect to this point in time and heal the wounds, that were inflicted on me since then.
I will continue to heal and to forgive, so that we can be free again at some point.
