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 huge 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 contacted my deceased uncle through as describe in my blog post THE PROMISE. As it turned out, he could also do hypnosis, and so there I was.
I was pretty sure that nothing was going to happen. I was also convinced that my mind is so stubborn there would be no way anyone could penetrate it with the power of suggestion. I couldn’t be more wrong.
I was standing on the balcony of my palace. I was the daughter of some ancient ruler, not a famous one by any stretch of anyones imagination and in a most ironic plot twist, my father in THAT lifetime happened to be 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. It would seem he was either part of my fathers’ 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 in his eyes. It is in these brief moments we understand how much we really don’t know about this little thing called life.
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 make-up, 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 up and placed him standing upright in what looked like a large glass box. At my fathers command, they began pouring sand over him. I jumped up screaming and was yanked back by one of my fathers’ 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 had actually seen something that had answered a lot of 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, as it was clear that he and I had many lifetimes together, and they were less than easy. He was not fond of my boyfriend ( in this life) and so being a man of “deep spirituality” I thought sharing my experience with him might help my father to find some compassion for him. Before I could even finish the last sentence, he piped up and said…
“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 had the unfortunate Karma to share many lives with.
This wasn’t the last regression I would ever have, as a matter of fact, I had the unfortunate experience of spontaneous regression during sleep, but that dear friends, is another story for another time.