Past life regression hypnotherapy is a robustly contested topic. It is based on the assumption that people re-incarnate multiple life cycles to experience different lessons that can only be achieved in a physical form. Advocates of this form of therapy believe that under hypnosis, the patient can access the subconscious where repressed memories from their previous lives are stored. Understanding these elements may bring clarity into one's current life cycle thus allowing the patient to move forward into a more fulfilling path. Skeptics argue that these memories are false and created under the power of suggestions from the hypnosis, imagination and previous experiences. At its best, these confabulations are more like metaphors for your life's issues.
I am a believer and a non-believer. I believe that under the ideal conditions, the power of suggestion can create many untruths. I see it everyday in my own store when I am hawking my wares. With the correct amount of nurturing I can create a compelling argument as to why you do need to spend $3,000 on a dining room table even though there is a perfectly good one sitting at home. And this is done while your eyes are wide open. I also believe that before we were born into our physical capsule, we chose the blueprint of our life, what lessons we would like to learn and appoint a designated team of "spirits" whom we entrusted to help achieve this goal of learning. So somewhere up there, I have my life's blueprints stored in the akashic records. Some life cycles we are successful in achieving the lessons we seek out to learn, some life cycles we are off track and totally miss the mark and in other life cycles we are not the students but the appointed teachers to assist someone else. This I believe.
So Laura soothingly asks permission from my "soul" to access my previous lives. I raise a finger to show that accessing the vault is permitted. She tells me to look down at my feet and ask what color are they. I tell her I am wearing boots. I look around and notice that I am in a peaceful forest and I am riding a spotted brown horse. Well this is bizarre... Laura instructs me to hold a mirror up to my face and tell her what I see. What the? I see a white, young male in his 20's staring back at me with warm brown eyes and brown wavy hair. I also am wearing a green cap. The awareness that I was a white male made me almost fall off my hypnosis-created horse. Oh my stars, am I wearing green tights and a tunic? How dreadful... wow, I think I smell... Laura asks what I was doing. I told her I am not sure. I think I am just riding a horse. "Where are you going?" she prods. I don't know... I am just in a forest. Wait a minute, am I Robin Hood? I check my back and sure enough there is a carrier of arrows. Hmmmm... my gut tells me I was looking for something but not sure what. Laura encourages me to forward to a time when it was significant. She snaps her fingers. I am surrounded by fog. Oh wait... maybe it was smoke... I can't tell. The images don't come clearly to me like one would see in a movie. Instead, thoughts come to me and I just blab them out loud to Laura. After I blab something, the images in my head come into vision clearer. She asks what was happening. Houses are burning, people are running, there is lots of screaming and mayhem. Laura ask what I was doing. I am confused. I think I am fighting someone. I reach for my bow and arrow and expertly pierced the torso of another man that appeared to be a Viking. I am still confused. Realizing she wasn't going to get more details so she moves me to another event with a snap of her fingers. I look down and I am holding a beautiful baby boy. Laura asks who's baby was it? I think he's mine. Suddenly I feel wetness on my cheeks. What the hell? Am I crying? Why the hell am I crying? Consciously I am fully aware that I am crying but unconsciously I have no idea why. Maybe I just witnessed the birth of my own child so I am crying out of joy? Holy shit, this hynosis is so weird. Laura asks how I died. I blurted out that I died of old age. She asks what I advice I can tell my current self. To live a good honest life and to help as many people as possible. The tears stopped.
Laura snaps her fingers again and I am suddenly transported to the middle of a field. It's grassy and flat and there are endless blue skies stretched out before me. She asks me to look down at my feet and tell her what I see. I see brown skinned toes. Eeeeewww... I see dirt under my unclipped toenails. Man I need a bath. She asks me to hold a mirror up and tell her what I see. I hold up the mirror and see a dark skinned 12 year old boy with a shaved head. She asks what was I doing. I don't know. Hmmmm... why am I constantly hanging out in the middle of no where and not having a clue why? Laura realizes that I really don't have a clue so she moves me forward with another snap.
People are staring intensely at me. Not just a couple, a whole crap load of them. The group of noble looking men and women, dressed in what looked like Medival garb. Oh... the people staring at me are my councillors or... maybe advisors or... maybe they are just admiring my nice clothes. Oh my... these are nice clothes! Well, thank goodness they aren't staring at me because I'm naked... and thank goodness my hygiene level is much better in this lifetime. I think they are waiting for me to make an important decision. Laura asks what it was. I don't know. She snaps me forward and this time I am staring out from what I think is my balcony. I am admiring the beauty and happiness of that lovely morning and appreciating that my kingdom is at peace. I enjoyed the view but since there was not much going on but me gawking at my own work, Laura moves me to my time of death. I am in war. My sword is really heavy and my opponent strikes it out of my hand. He triumphantly stabs me through the torso. I feel wetness on my cheeks again. What the hell? Am I crying again? Laura reminds my soul that this was a past life and the pain I am feeling is not real. I tell her I am not crying because of the pain. I am crying because I feel guilty. "Why do you feel guilty?" I feel guilty that I let my kingdom down but I am so happy and so relieved that I am finally dead because I don't have to do this King thing anymore. I am sobbing uncontrollably and the tears are mixing in with my lovely boogers. Gawd... I am an emotional wreck.
Laura attempts to release my guilt through some therapeutic words. I am not really listening. Instead I some how got transported to another scene where I am witnessing a lovely pale maiden with flowing red locks burn to death at the stake while people are angrily chanting,"Witch, witch, witch!" I realized that she was the same maiden that was staring at me in the first scene. Oh my gawd, this maiden is Laura! I tried to save her but I couldn't. I think she was a Priestess that healed people as well and she was a close confidante to me. The guilt from not being able to save her created another wave of uncontrollable sobbing. Laura eases my sobbing by bringing me back slowly to this lifetime.
My eyes flew open and I immediately grabbed the tissue box beside me. I am exhausted but relieved to see me sitting on a Poang chair. I felt like I ran a marathon, and then got hit by a train, and then got up to drink to the point I couldn't see. I was speechless. I fully knew what I said and remembered everything.
Laura hands me a card that she pulled from her Tarot deck prior to me seeing her. She asked the Universe what my lesson here was. I look at the card and see a bunch of orbs in the modern artwork. Laura explains that it means I am surrounded my Angels. I smiled. This does not surprise me. She tells me that she asked the Universe to send me messages that I am on the right path by creating rainbows and pennies from Heaven.
The natural skeptic in me digested the events that night. Was I a King because I am an ego maniac so therefore I conjured up this need as an affirmation for my grandiosity? Or am I an ego maniac because I was a King in my past life therefore remnants of my grandeur permenated through this lifetime. Well, if that was the case then it sure explains my lack of humbleness. Hmmmm... And why on Earth did I hook up with Laura? Bizarre. I felt quite strongly that in my lifetime as a King, Priestess Laura was a teacher for me. Coincidental that she has been guiding me on this spiritual exploration in this life time? Hmmmm... You know what's really infuriating? Answering questions with questions.
Thank you Sensei Laura. I promise to not let you burn at the stake in this lifetime.
Huong, I loved the Robin Hood thing, especially right after you wrote about how you "take money from the rich" at your store! Too cute.
ReplyDeleteI am very much enjoying your story. Like you, I believe that we return to earth to learn our lessons. I am fascinated by what you are discovering.
As for the egomaniac biz - you are perfect, just the way you are!