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.
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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