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I’d have been a lot more appreciative if he hadn’t pushed me first." Cassandra Palmer ― Hunt the Moon by Karen Chance

Sunday, July 8, 2012

The Bridge of Deaths Tour: Chapter 1 Expert by MCV EGAN


He perceived himself to be a sensible man. He

surrounded himself with facts and numbers.

Those who worked and interacted with him saw
him as a levelheaded, reasonable, and credible
individual. He was a man of logic and common
sense. And aside from a handful of therapists,
no one knew him, not wholly.
At this point in time, he had exhausted all
sensible, reasonable, credible, traditional,
levelheaded, common sense, and rational options
to try to solve his problem. He now found himself
open to the possibility of the unreasonable,
incredible, irrational, implausible, and
illogical. It could even be said that he was
now open to the possibility of the absurd and
the ridiculous.
He functioned and lived well enough. To
be sure, he functioned and lived better than
most. And until now, this had been acceptable,
a reasonable way of living. But now this was
no longer the case, and at least in part, this
was due to his age. He was now past the age of
thirty, and he began to have a strong desire for
a family of his own. The stress of such desires
could also be a contributing factor that was
aggravating his problem.
His logical mind made him fully aware of one
thing, and that was the type of woman he wanted
to share his life with: the type of woman he
pictured himself riding off into the happily
ever-after proverbial sunset with was not going
to settle for “enough.” It is also probably
important to note here that although he did not
realize it, he was by all accounts a hopeless
Now that he was an accomplished success in
his chosen field and in a financially stable
situation, he felt a need to fulfill other aspects
of his life. As was mentioned before, like so
many men past the age of thirty, he sought to
find a perfect woman, a woman to share his life
with. It was not a particular physical type he
imagined, for he found (as most men do) all pretty
women attractive. The list of requirements for
the perfect woman was more along the lines of
an educational and socioeconomic nature. And,
of course, he required that she have mental
His problems seemed, as so many things in
life, not to be fair. Fortunately, he was not
one to wallow in self-pity. He knew that enough
effort and resources had been spent on various
traditional medicines and therapies to try to
solve his problem. He had also indulged in the
untraditional recreational drug and alcohol
escapism cure, as some do in youth. None of
the aforementioned had worked, not in the long
He had originally sought hypnosis to learn
relaxation and control techniques. The first
hypnosis session taught him how to apply
relaxation techniques. In that session he
learned that while under hypnosis he was always
ultimately in control. He quickly learned that
he could choose to stop the session at any time.
He could do this by simply opening his eyes.
The second session was quite a different
story; it brought back his worst nightmare with
such clarity that he had a strong physical
reaction. He started moving his arms and legs
in such a way that he unfortunately somehow hit
the psychologist and gave the poor man a rather
nasty black eye. The session was interrupted
before he tasted the salty water of the sea,
cold salty water, and saw the bridge (that part
was always in his nightmare).
With an icepack held to his face, the
therapist warned him that a certain door to
his subconscious had been opened and that he
might start having the dream more vividly than
he had in the past. He could not imagine his
dream to feel any more real than it already
did. The therapist also stated that a problem
having lasted seventeen years could hardly be
solved overnight.
Inasmuch as he accepted that the therapy
might work, he had begun to develop a level
of distrust of his doctor. Frankly, he had
developed a strong dislike for the therapist
and felt that the man made him feel inferior.
The doctor was pushing, trying to take him to
places in his mind that he was not ready to
visit. And with regard to what he saw in his
dreams, the therapist had discussed certain …
beliefs he might consider as a possibility for
his problems. These beliefs were such that most
in a world of facts and numbers would find hard
to digest.
He did realize that his first trip to Europe
as a teenager with his school had been the
beginning of his unpleasant dreams. The therapist
called that the trigger. The problem began with
nightmares, but those had grown into other
problems. Aside from the trigger, the doctor
also spoke of layers of trauma acquired after
the trigger. These problems had created certain
obstacles in his life.
At first, the transfer to London had been
a feather in his cap, a desired jump in the
ladder to reach his career goals. As the weeks
passed and he began to feel more and more
uncomfortable, he began to pinpoint that it
had not been puberty, but rather the eighth
grade trip to Europe (the trigger) when it all
began. Here in London he felt this “problem”
was interrupting the way he liked to function
in his life and in his work.
This trigger, according to the therapist—the
therapist he did not like—bridged who he had
been(in a past life) with who he now was. This
principle of past lives was not a tangible idea
that he could relate to. If he needed to believe
in reincarnation at all, he needed facts that
made it seem plausible.
The dreams continued to haunt him. They
started out in different ways but always ended
the same … the same lettering on the wings and
on the side of the aircraft; the taste of salty,
cold water in his mouth; the anxious feeling of
loneliness and apprehension; and, these days,
the inevitability of awakening to a wet bed and
the frustrating and unpleasant feeling that he
had no control over this.
It was his dislike for the therapist that
had introduced him to past-life regression,
coupled with the embarrassment about the black
eye he had given said man. That made him seek
elsewhere for answers on his own. He had to
tackle the problem, as he had a fear of losing
all that he had accomplished: the steady climb
up a corporate ladder—although in his case,
it was more of a fancy marble staircase. This
had been accomplished through hard work and an
extensive and expensive Ivy League education.
Seeking to understand past lives was the very
reason he found himself in one of London’s finest
(if not the finest) bookstores that had survived
the bad economy and competition from Amazon
and other online sources. It was there at the
bookstore, Foyles that he was holding a book
from an impressive source, which explained why
such an unlikely and illogical type of therapy
might actually work.

On August 15th, 1939 an English passenger plane from British Airways Ltd. Crashed in Danish waters between the towns of Nykobing/Falster and Vordingborg. There were five casualties reported and one survivor. Just two weeks before Hitler invaded Poland with the world at the brink of war the manner in which this incident was investigated left much open to doubt. The jurisdiction battle between the two towns and the newly formed Danish secret police, created an atmosphere of intrigue and distrust.

In the winter of 2009-2010 a young executive, Bill is promoted and transferred to London for a major International firm. He has struggled for the better part of his life with nightmares and phobias, which only seem to worsen in London. As he seeks the help of a therapist he accepts that his issues may well be related to a 'past-life trauma'.

Through love, curiosity, archives and the information superhighway of the 21st century Bill travels through knowledge and time to uncover the story of the 1939 plane crash.

The Bridge of Deaths is a love story and a mystery. Fictional characters travel through the world of past life regressions and information acquired from psychics as well as archives and historical sources to solve "One of those mysteries that never get solved" is based on true events and real people, it is the culmination of 18 years of sifting through sources in Denmark, England and the United States, it finds a way to help the reader feel that he /she is also sifting through data and forming their own conclusions.

The journey takes the reader to well known and little known events leading up to the Second World War, both in Europe and America. The journey also takes the reader to the possibility of finding oneself in this lifetime by exploring past lives.

About the Author
M.C.V. Egan lives in South Florida with her husband and teenage son. She is fluent in four languages; English,Spanish,French and Swedish. From a young age became determined to solve the 'mystery' of her grandfather's death, she has researched this story for almost two decades. The story has taken her to Denmark, England and unconventional world of past lives and psychics. The author would like to thank Critical Past for the use of the British Airways LTD. Lockheed14 image above.

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