My Experience With Past-life Regression

I was 19 years old when I first experienced a past-life regression. I was not trying to experience anything, I was just standing in my college cafeteria. All of the sudden I felt this man settle over me, like I was wearing him, or he was wearing me, and I saw him fairly clearly. He was blond, blue-eyed, dressed in a suit which struck me as being from perhaps 1930's England. I understood that he was very bright, perhaps a student at Oxford. And then I sensed deep shame in him, a sense that perhaps he was a closeted homosexual, and something about how ugly he felt. I then centered in on his face. He was beautiful, except he had these deep pock-marked scars. Terrible shame, self-loathing, depression. And then I saw a gun in his hand, he was crying, and he raised it to the right side of his head and pulled the trigger...

Twice in the past decade I've gone to see a female shaman, and she confirmed for me that my memory of him is real. But she could see what I could not. She said the scars on his face were from Smallpox, not acne. And she helped me to say good-bye to him and send him into the Light. But I cried because I didn't remember his name...

The shaman also told me that in another lifetime I had been in a position of great power, and that I had abused my power somehow, and so before I came here again I made a promise to my soul that I would never again have power. It follows then that much of this lifetime has been about feeling like I can't take care of myself, that I'm too weak. Such weakness would be front and center in me until I would feel so violated that Feral energy came forth and I'd find a means to defend myself. Yet Ana reminded me that there are healthy ways to experience and demonstrate personal power.

Anyway, I know we come back here over and over again, so death doesn't frighten me for being final. What frightens me is not remembering. But when I was little, and my mother told me I had been a breach baby, coming into this life upside down, I immediately had a picture in my mind of being in the womb about to be born and my soul crying, "Please don't send me out there again, there will be too much pain..." Of course as a little girl I didn't know how to explain this, but it left me with some comfort. It left me knowing that the place we come from and the place we return to is one in the same. I just wish I could experience more regressions. And I wish when people think about past lives, they wouldn't say, "Oh, I bet you were Cleopatra!" Just because we lived before doesn't mean we were famous figures in history. I certainly wasn't, to the best of my knowledge...
Faersylphaelsea Faersylphaelsea
41-45, F
1 Response Aug 10, 2010

Very cool story. I love reading stuff like this. I too was regressed. In my most previous life I was a combat reporter in WWII, I died, or my soul died in Italy 1944. I have other lives before that too. But my most previous one is the one that seems to come through the most in life. Thanks for sharing..