u/2000s-hty

I can’t remember if I saw the video here or on TikTok, but does anyone remember the girl who made a video saying she didn’t know if she was an Epstein victim or not but believed in the early 2000s her parents may have “sold” her (and her sister?) to Epstein because they were poor but would always go on these vacations somewhere near his island, and she thinks she was drugged because her parents would always give her special cookies and she wouldn’t remember anything else about the trip?

If so, could someone please link me?

To begin I’d like to give a bit of background. I’m a gay male in my 20s. I was raised by three people mainly: my mom, my grandma, and my great-grandma.

My great-grandma (b.1930) was an incredibly classy lady. I don’t know how else to describe her, but she was always impeccably groomed, with her hair, makeup, and nails looking flawless. She had so much beauty and elegance. I always felt a deep connection to her and the way she presented herself. Always dressing in her clothes and shoes as a small kid.

From pretty young, I’ve been highly attuned to my spiritual side, a trait that everyone in my family has always clocked with me. When I was 6 years old, I vividly recall seeing spirits in certain places. At the time, this experience instilled in me a great fear of “ghosts,” which took me until i was about 17 to overcome. I still can’t say i’m completely over it.

I’ve always had strong connections to people from the past. I can’t quite explain it, but it’s as if I can perceive and communicate with them through a “back” part of my brain. I’m not sure if this is relevant to the current discussion but thought i’d add.

Since childhood, I’ve had an intense fascination with everything related to the 1950s and 1960s. I’m interested in various aspects of that era, including cars, home styles, interior decor, hairstyles, beauty standards, and shopping, architecture, you name it.

Now, onto my past life experiences. I have a few memories of them, and I haven’t really gone deeply into anything like a past life regression yet, but I’m genuinely curious about exploring this more.

Here are some of the memories I can remember (and I’ve always had these as far back as i can remember.):

1. I remember my hands, with oval manicured shiny pink nails, holding a gold pen and signing checks at a desk. I remember the room, large windows with powder blue carpet. I get the sense this wasn’t my office though. someone else’s. I can vividly feel the sense of “wow, that was a lot amount of money” for whatever I was writing the checks for. I can almost feel the pen strokes.

2. I can vividly remember this moment. It’s dark outside, maybe in Palm Springs, that’s the kind of vibe it gives to me. I’m walking from a bedroom down a dimly lit hallway with large windows in a mid century styled house. I can see the desert night outside. Dark sky almost blue or purple with stars. The walls are white, the carpet is white, and the floor under the carpet is made of square marble tiles. I’m dressed in a white and gold evening type gown, and I can see my blonde hair in a style kind of like Betty White’s on The Golden Girls. a big updo. I can feel jewelry on my wrist, as if I’m wearing a heavy bracelet of some sort. I can hear the clicking of my shoes on the floor. I’m walking towards the only light on in a dining room and can hear a dinner party going on. That’s it. It’s so vivid that it makes me emotional even just thinking about it.

3. I’m in a black, long, later 60s style car with a blue leather or vinyl interior. It’s late at night, and we’re on a country road in the desert. real middle of nowhere. The windows are down, and the air is flowing through the car. I think this is the same night as the dinner party because I think I’m wearing the same white and gold dress. There’s a man driving, and I’m in the passenger seat. There’s one, maybe two adults in the back, and we’re all talking and laughing. As we drive down this two lane highway, we get really close to a truck in front of us. And closer. And closer. And closer. And I say, “Slow down the car.” Suddenly, there’s an impact. I can hear the glass and the metal. That’s the last I remember.

I’d really like to hear others thought on this or experiences.