In this beautiful time of the New Age Movement, past life regressions have become as trendy as yoga.
It seems like everywhere you go, someone has had one, seen one, or wants one. I was no different. Suffering from debilitating anxiety, I had heard through the grapevine that one might be cured of said anxieties by going back through time and healing the past. Being an avid reader and a massive fan of Brian Weiss and his best-selling book Many Lives, Many Masters (if you haven’t read it, I highly recommend you do), it was only natural that I would be headed on a journey into the deep unknown of my past.
A few weeks later, I was back on the couch with Mr. Glenn Dove, whom I’d already seen once before as described in THE PROMISE.
As it turned out, he could also do hypnosis, so I was there to try it out.
I was pretty sure that nothing was going to happen. I was also convinced that my mind was so stubborn there would be no way anyone could penetrate it with the power of suggestion. I couldn’t be more wrong.
A few minutes of deep relaxation and suddenly I was standing on the balcony of a palace. I knew I was the daughter of some ancient ruler, not a famous one by any stretch of anyone’s imagination, and in a most ironic plot twist, my father in THAT lifetime was the very same father I have in THIS life. God certainly has a sense of humor.
As I retreated from the balcony, I saw a man standing in the doorway. He was either part of my father’s army or a servant. I couldn’t be sure exactly, but I knew I was in love with him, and that was a no, no.
In another odd twist of fate, it turned out that this man was the person I was currently dating and having a hell of a time with. I could tell it was him by looking into his eyes. It was the same soul I’d been living with for the last three years.
The next thing I knew, I was in a cavern, and my father, an overweight, evil man with a dark goatee and very dark eye makeup, had me chained to a stone. The chain was thick and wrapped around my neck. I was crying as they brought the man I loved into the chamber. He was gagged and blindfolded. They lifted him and placed him upright in a large glass box. At my father’s command, they began pouring sand over him. I jumped up screaming and was yanked back by one of my father’s guards. I was forced to watch as they suffocated him, and I knew his death was all my fault.
I came out of my regression in tears. I saw something that answered many questions for me. I now knew why this person was always taking things from me and why I had this feeling that I owed him. While I had no idea what the details were surrounding his death and our love, something had shifted, and my relationship with this person changed…. for the better.
I thought it might be healing to discuss this regression with my father. He was not fond of my boyfriend ( in this life), so being a man of “deep spirituality,” I thought sharing my experience with him might help my father find some compassion for him. But before I could finish my sentence past “You killed him” he interrupted me.
“Yes, I killed that SOB in that lifetime, and you have the audacity to date him in this lifetime. You have clearly learned nothing.”
Not what I expected and yet oddly appropriate for this strange little man I call dad.
Past life regressions aren’t for everyone but if you are a seeker who is into that sort of thing, I highly recommend you try it. The riddle of our existence has many gateways to traverse, and as long as you are in alignment with your higher self when trying anything new, the possibilities are endless.
3 thoughts on “The Past Is The Past…Or Is it?”
This is incredible. I’m Catholic but I believe in reincarnation. I really REALLY want to do this kind of thing.
Try it out! I was Catholic when I started getting regressions.