Anyone Know Anything About Past Life Regression?

You already know how they all end and it isn't like a romance or western novel if the grave is still involved.
If it takes you into eternity (anything after the first death you experience) then it would be visions of 'days there' rather than lives.
Even there you get 120 years of training before God gives you immortality so the days would start off getting educated and the rest would be using that education to 'govern your own galaxy'. If the past ones are about things breaking down the future ones might be about fixing things, rather than foretelling endless cruel physical deaths. A real where you have the power of angels but never fall into sin, dreams about things going wrong would be a look into the fiery lake as fallen angels that go there are still immortal but God has taken away the parts that made them immune ti feeling hunger, thirst, physical pain, and emotional pain on a daily basis. That time in there will give them what they were missing on earth prior to the flood. Not that things will change, they will just know there is a better way but it just eludes them, . . . forever

Last Edited by Wayfaring Stranger on 12/13/2014 01:24 PM

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Can also be explained by the spirit of the dead sailor actually being near or attached to the woman and speaking thru her. He probably wanted to tell his story.
The book Thirty Years Among the Dead by Dr. Carl Wicklund explains why this happens.
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I am a trained/certified hypnotist and also studied under Dolores Cannon.

I have done many past life regressions. They help many explain issues in their present life. Help them deal with issues they do not understand.

We spend our lives connected to a close group of people,
Example...one could be your mother sister uncle close friend , we are male and female, rich and poor.

I believe that Creator gives us these opportunities to learn to see thru others eyes to make us a more complete entity/being.

Therefore life is just experience.

It began in the 1992 with a sudden pronounced pain in the cartilage just under my Adams apple. It felt as if someone were pressing their finger there and keeping it there all day. I went to my general practitioner and he said it was stress related caused by anxiety. He thought I should see psychiatrist, but in the meantime, prescribed a small dosage of Ativan each month. There wasn’t enough money in the budget for psychiatry, and the Ativan seemed to keep the pressure relaxed; and it wasn’t enough to get me addicted; so this went on for five years. Finally, I agreed to see a professional hypnotherapist.

The only instruction my hypnotherapist suggested was for me to go to the source of my pain. Which is what I mentally did. The first thing I saw was a puritan standing directly in front of me (at this point, I didn’t want to say anything because I felt it was too enigmatic and silly, but my hypnotherapist convinced me to continue). It was daylight, somewhere rural, summertime. The man standing there wore the traditional puritan clothes: a tall black hat, a light gray woolen jacket and breeches, white stockings, a short black cape, and black shoes with buckles. His hair was blond and worn in the Dutch boy style, his face clean-shaven, and his eyes were beady (like Barney Rubbles). He looked like he was in his late thirties or early forties, and as I studied him, I could feel the sun on my face and a light wind blowing at my cape (MY CAPE?). It was then I realized that the man standing there was me. And when I looked down at my body again, I was wearing those same clothes.

My hypnotherapist moved me ahead in time, and I was now sitting inside what appeared to be a local inn. The tables were roughly hewed planks as were the bench type seats. What the favored brew was being served, I haven’t a clue. But I had a mug of it in my hand as I sat watching an older man at another table across the room who was positioned slightly to my left. He was facing in my direction with his back to a large stone fireplace. Between us was a young female server wearing a plain purple dress with three-quarter length sleeves. Her hair was done in a bun and covered with a simple white linen cap that hooded the crown of her head. She kept her back to me while she spoke with the older man. As I observed them, the man half rose out of his seat and hit her with his right fist. She flew backwards and landed on the wooden floor, the top of her head pointing in my direction.

I guess out of instinct, I jumped up to help her. Unfortunately, this turned out to be a real bad move. No sooner did I stand up, then out of the corner of my right eye I saw a gloved hand swinging a strange long knife at my throat. What made it strange was that the knife looked long, thin, and triangular, meaning it had a three-sided blade that tapered to a point. The blade didn’t slit my throat from side to side. It was driven in, point first, right below my Adam’s apple, and punched out the back of my neck. The blade was dislodged, and ever so slowly I crumpled to the floor, lying on my left side. From this vantage point, I could see the old man raping the unconscious woman. Beside me stood my attacker, his boots inches from my face. They were brown soft leather that had a funnel top that was turned down, giving it an open bucket, and the weight of this top caused the boot to sag and crease across the calf. I couldn’t move my head, but I did have enough angle to turn my eyes upward and see my attacker (at this juncture, I again didn’t want to say anything because his style of dress didn’t match the time period everyone else’s did). It was more Cavalier, likened to the Musketeer style of clothing with black felt hats with plumes (feathers), a long black cloak, dark red jacket, and loose fitting fancier breeches. His hair was long and curled, and his mustache and hint of goatee were custom cut. He smiled down at me as he wiped my blood from his blade, and in that moment, I died. Instantly, my soul lifted over the scene, and I was then flung skyward.

My hypnotherapist stopped the session there.

What I did do following that session was to research what I had seen, trying to discern if there was any validity to it. What I found out was this: 1) In the 1650’s there was a style of boot worn that matched the one I noticed with the overly large buckets that made the boot sag. 2) During that same time period, there were two types of Puritan dress—a sober version (like the one I wore), and a less extreme version (like my attackers). 3) The color of women’s dresses in the Puritan area came in brown, black, gray, or purple. 4) The knife is called a parrying dagger and was most often used in conjunction with a sword—also common to that time period.

By the way, after that regression, the pain went away.

Thanks for sharing. It does help to go back in time to find what you bring forward into this life, we are always the same being with different life experiences to expand our essence.

Thanks for sharing this story

Did this work for you?

I recently found out that some of my health problems in this life stem from unfinished business in past lives.

I am going to give this a try