Past Life Regression

I never realized until this previous Saturday, November 22, that I have a problem with fidgeting. How did I come by this realization? I went to my first ever past life regression hypnosis session.

I know. I know. And um, I know. Most people will consider it to be bullshit. Even though half the known world believes in reincarnation and the Abrahamic faiths once did as well before it was ousted from Biblical records in the 500s, but we won’t go there. Well, yes we will briefly, but I don���t want to offend. So it will be brief.

Anyway. I have recently kinda rediscovered my spirituality. No, I did NOT find religion. I did NOT find Jesus. And I am NOT trying to say that I know something that others don’t. So there is my little disclaimer, because those trains are never late to the station. This was my personal experience and these are the things I believe. That is all I can say.

Recently, I started reading the works of Dr. Brian Weiss. To say that I like him thus far would be an understatement. This guy is kinda awesome. For the last two decades (or something like that), he has been doing past life regression hypno-therapy. He was doing a hypnosis session with a woman one day years back, trying to free her of some phobias she had. He asked her a rather open ended question. “When did your phobia of choking/water start?” And she didn’t give him some childhood memory. She stated in this moment of hypnosis that she tried to get to her child who was drowning in the ocean…and she died. She drowned in the water along with her child. This was in 4000 B.C. or something. ***mind is blown*** I mean Dr. Weiss’s mind. Not mine. Although I think the story is really cool.

Dr. Brian Weiss is a Princeton educated psychologist, so he actually has credentials. People thought he was crazy to actually investigate this side to para-psychology, but he did it anyway. Apparently he was persecuted in a previous life for trying to investigate this one time before. Not surprising given that it goes against Christian doctrine. But he needed to complete his research. So he is doing so in this life.

So here’s the thing. I have ALWAYS believed in reincarnation. When I was a kid, something about it just rang true to me personally. It was a natural thing. Like…duh! Yes. Of course I have lived before. That explains X, Y, and Z. Until I started going to church at a young age and they told me in Bible study that such a thing is not possible because my soul belongs to God and I only have one life to live, therefore I better commit to Jesus fast because you never know. I could die tomorrow and if I haven’t accepted Jesus into my heart, my soul would burn in hell or I would be lost forever because there are no second chances. You will not be reborn. So submit to the will of God right away. Otherwise eternity in a pit of fire is a long freaking time.

My face did this: o.O

(And no, I am not trying to offend anyone, this was just MY experience. I feel the need to reiterate that a lot because I was always having to defend myself in earlier years of discovering my beliefs).

Basically, I came to realize in college that the entire pitch above was a B.R.I.L.L.I.A.N.T. marketing strategy. Let’s give the church some kudos man, because that was genius. One life. One chance. Submit! Like RIGHT now. Otherwise you will burn, and cry, and scream in a place where no one can hear your pain and suffering.

Sorry, but reincarnation makes more sense in my poor little pauper brain. With that being said, here was my experience.

Last Saturday, I went to my first ever past life regression session. Having ALWAYS felt like I lived before, possibly multiple times. I was all kinds of nervous, excited and scared. I have one particular fear/phobia that has carried on my entire life. I was terrified that this certain fear would come out and show me that I died in this manner. So I specifically said an affirmation that I DID NOT want to know just yet if that was the case. So please powers that be, don’t let me find out about that in front of other people within a group session. Because that would suck.

Anyway…moving on. I had an extremely hard time sitting still. I downloaded some meditation tapes after the whole thing because I want to become better at this in the future so other sessions might go deeper. I cannot relax. That is a given. Sitting there and trying to focus was one of the most difficult things I have tried to do in recent years. I need more practice. By the time we reached that pivotal point where I was trying to actually peek into a past life, I had a moment of: WAIT! NOT YET! My brain isn���t ready. I���m not relaxed yet. STOP!

It took me about a minute longer than I assume everyone else to get in the right frame of mind. But eventually, I did see things. Things I can���t really explain. I wondered later if it was my imagination, or if I was actually seeing things that were real to me in a previous life. The woman running it (who was trained by Dr. Brian Weiss) told another girl not to say that she thought it might be her imagination, because that was toxic energy and don���t question your subconscious. It opens up a can of worms. Those weren���t her exact words, but that was the feeling I got from it. So here is me trying to not question my subconscious.

I am not going to get in the specifics of it all, because it was extraordinarily personal. I actually started crying before the group session ended. It had a profound effect on me. My tarot reader told me a month ago that I had a message coming to me from somewhere beyond relatively soon, and I believe that I might have received it. I was told something that I needed to hear. Something that others had already told me, but this particular person that said it in my subconscious was the one I really needed to hear it from. And that person���I truly believe���was my daughter in a previous life. And that is all I am going to say about that part of it.

My death in this particular life explains a lot of health issues I have in my current life. Had them all my life and not a single doctor could tell me why or what it was. All they said was that it was a “failure to thrive.” RED FLAG!

My views on certain things were explained given my previous life circumstances. Small things such as: manners, proper behavior, courtship��� things I questioned that I thought made me strange were all of a sudden clear to me. I believe X, Y, Z because such and such happened. Does that make sense? Hope so.

Certain obsessions I have had over the years make a lot more sense now. I have always had a love for England. Now I know why. It is not a stretch to say that I lived in England. That is something I have ALWAYS thought to be true.

This experience, although strange and very foreign to me, I believe was real. I think I got a slight glimpse into the past. And it basically told me that the things that others have told me are wrong about myself, or are things that I need to change about myself, are facets to my personality that are there for a very specific reason. I have trouble with dating (I believe) because I have mostly had arranged marriages in the past. The act of ���getting to know��� someone is and always has been a really foreign concept to me. It doesn���t come naturally. Never has.

Things others do as a teenager, such as drinking under age or partying never appealed to me in the slightest because I was raised in a previous life to know that ladies just don���t do certain things. This makes me sound like a prig and anti-feminist (which I am not), I know. But behaviors that other people defend, particularly in the media just don���t make any fucking sense to me at all. I think to myself, ���Why would you do something so stupid?��� Primarily because of the ���young ladies should not behave like that��� thing. It is probably why I earned the name ���grandma��� in graduate school.

I am perfectly content with being alone. Mostly because I was the home keeper. I have always known this. ALWAYS. I knew that I was a housewife at some point. Because in this current life, I am just too damn fiercely independent for my own good really���

I came out of it and felt like I just woken up from a coma and the whole world felt different. Like things I had always known were confirmed for me. And I no longer had to defend myself or make excuses when people ask me why I am the way that I am. It was just so OBVIOUS why I am the way that I am. And there was nothing wrong with things others have told me were strange.

I walked around the shop where the event was held for a little while in a complete daze. Met some nice people. And then saw this necklace below. I actually first saw it a week prior and smacked myself all week for not buying it. Especially since it was a unique piece and no other ones like it existed from that artist. So when I saw it there again, I grabbed it. I have been wearing it non-stop to commemorate my first past life regression session.

I know that this was probably the most random post ever. I tend to use my blog more as a journal and let the verbal throw up commence. But there you go. A rather awesome, jaw opening, and scary experience.

So naturally I’m planning on doing it again next month.

*sigh*