Showing posts with label past life regression. Show all posts
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Friday, November 22, 2024

Past Life Regression

Reincarnation 

What Science Says:

The concept of reincarnation suggests that after death, a person may be born again in a new body. This idea has been present in various religious traditions for at least 3,000 years and has roots in even older cultures, including Shamanism, Druidism, Native American tribes, and Norse mythology.

Many people hold a spiritual belief that each undergoes a series of lifetimes to achieve personal and spiritual growth. Reincarnation is often associated with the concept of Karma, a Sanskrit term that reflects the principle of cause and effect.

It is said that a significant portion of the population believes in reincarnation and, by extension, may be open to exploring past life regression. Dr. Ian Stevenson conducted one of the most well-known studies on past life experiences, examining approximately 3,000 cases over forty years where children claimed to remember their past lives. Stevenson published numerous papers and 14 books on the topic, concluding that memories, emotions, and even physical characteristics like birthmarks could be carried from one life to another.

PLRT may not be suitable for everyone. Some people struggle to visualize in their mind’s eye, so PLRT may be less effective for them without a few hypnotherapy sessions first.

People who benefit most are often those who are open-minded or believe in the concept of past lives, or at least the possibility of them.

YouTube Channel That Caused Quite a Stir!

The title, “Seven-Year-Old Writes Gone With the Wind”, did attract many viewers, including myself. It was indeed most interesting. As a teacher, I had come across a few students who had me thinking that they were indeed old souls after having several conversations with them. My comment on the channel did raise some brows on my credibility as a teacher. We all have our own beliefs, and we need to honor them.

My Experience with PLR:

A trip to Pompeii in 2014 reaffirmed my suspicions when I received a severe shocking sensation in my right arm after touching a pedestal in one of the remains of the Vestal houses. We were on a guided tour, and the guide was a student studying ancient Roman history. She had witnessed my account and told me I had possibly made a connection with one of the Vestals.

That shocking feeling lasted a few hours and I was deeply concerned I would need medical attention but luckily it had faded.

When returning home to Grand Cayman, where we were living at the time I had found a therapist who did not advertise regression therapy as her service, being the island was most conservative, however, a friend had recommended her knowing I had a great interest in this. I’ve always felt drawn toward anything Ancient Roman, especially artifacts or news on new archeological findings. And now I was even more interested after my experience in Pompeii.

The Past Life Regression Session:

I entered the small office space of the therapist. It was dimly lit but I was able to see her framed degrees and a few accolades on the wall behind her desk.  I took a seat across from the middle-aged woman who was wearing thick black-framed glasses. After she had informed me of what the session would entail, I was told to lie down on a chaise that looked comfortable, which it was. I was beginning to feel a bit of anxiety, which she said was perfectly normal. Her voice was calming, so that did help quite a bit.

She began with subtle directions for breathing deep from my belly. Her voice was soft, and then she had me envision walking in a field of wildflowers with a scent of lilacs. I had no problem going there.  I could smell the pungent aroma and could feel a silky sensation as tall grass brushed against my legs. You see, it’s easy for empaths and sensitives to react. She told me to close my eyes and keep them closed as she was counting backward from ten.

Things got a bit more interesting with her questions:

When she got to one, she wanted me to breathe deeply again and then look at my feet as she asked me what I was wearing. I had on some type of strappy sandal that had ties that went up my calf. The soles of the sandals were flat and a bit flimsy.

“Now look at the ground around you. What do you see?”

I saw cobblestones that seemed to lead to a long path that resembled an old road.

“What are you wearing?”

I used my hands to run up and down my body and saw some type of beige tunic that resembled something one would have worn in ancient Roman times. It was gathered at my shoulder with a clasp that felt heavy. My arm was weighted down with something even heavier; I looked down to see I was carrying some sort of clay jug. It was empty.

The therapist was quiet for a bit. I assumed she was listening and trying to decipher all of this.

“Can you tell me if you hear anything— voices, sounds of some sort?”

I took a deep breath and I saw myself actually on that cobblestone path and heard voices calling out from behind me. I couldn’t make out the words but they were almost shouting.

This disturbed me as I turned around to see if I could tell where they were coming from when the ground beneath me shook, I dropped that red clay jug, and it shattered to the ground.

My pulse began to race, and I felt as if I were going to have an anxiety attack right there. My chest felt heavy with each rise and fall.

The therapist had instructed me to repeat deep breathing as she would count back from ten. On one, I would return to my present state.

Conclusions:

Upon opening my eyes, I saw the therapist sitting to my right with a pad and pen in hand. She instructed me to lie there as she wanted me to recount all of the details again. Then she read her notes from the tablet.

I was amazed at what she had told me because it was exactly what I’d encountered.

She asked me where I believed I was. I took another deep breath and the words just came out like velvet, I didn’t have to think twice. “I believe I was back in ancient Pompeii and possibly the day of the eruption.”

With a nod of her head, she agreed and told me I was probably correct. I had told her about my account in Pompeii, and she nodded again. She took my hand and helped me rise from the chaise making sure I wasn’t dizzy.

Once standing she asked me if I would want another session in the near future.

I told her I wanted to wait. I had to digest all of this. Everything was finally coming together.

One woman's experience


Lorraine Carey

https://authorlorrainecarey.blogspot.com/

Lorraine Carey is a reading specialist and an Award-Winning Author. She was living in California until fate whisked her off to Grand Cayman. She currently lives in Florida. Her love for paranormal stories began at a young age, and is no stranger to the paranormal, having encountered unexplainable events that are woven into her stories.

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