What is it like to have a Past Life Regression?
Interesting. To say the very least.
I had been waiting on the recorded session to arrive in the mail before writing about it. I wanted to be accurate in my reporting, and with the cd, it will be easy to do so.
I eagerly tore open the envelope yesterday to find: a cassette tape. Seriously. I have nothing that even PLAYS a cassette tape. Not even my truck! I have been assured that I will get a cd (as will each of the other students in the class) but that will be a longer wait!
So what I will do is recap the highlights of my caveman life on another post, the ones I remember without the recording. This article will describe the session itself and what its like to be hypnotized.
Dolores Cannon has hypnotized more than a thousand people. She started way back in the 1960's and has perfected (and copyrighted!) a special technique to access the deep recesses of the human mind and, literally, beyond the human mind. She is the author of many books and is also considered the world's foremost authority on Nostradamus, having written three large volumes gleaned from the past life recollections of a man currently incarnated.
I have only read a couple of Dolores' books, Keepers of the Garden, and The Convoluted Universe, Book one. One glance at the matronly Mrs. Cannon and one might not imagine that it is likely your brain and entire sense of reality will be challenged if you attempt reading any of her books!
So back to the regression. After an interview session where she gets to know you and a bit about your life and your concerns, and what you might like to learn or heal in your life, she writes down the questions you have. Anyone I know would have a hundred questions but I basically had to keep the list very short, two to three inquiries at the most. She has you visit the restroom and prepare to visit, albeit briefly, another time and another place of the existance of your soul.
This was no small adventure I was about to embark on. I had awoken early and basically prayed to the angels for 4 hours about what was about to happen. I talked about and asked for many things. I asked to be able to heal from my constant chronic pain. I asked to have a clear notion about the purpose of my life. I asked the angels to stay with me while I explored, and I asked them to consider the others in the room who also might need healing.
Soon it was 9am, and class began with much anticipation. Dolores had a bed rolled into the conference room. She wanted her subject to be comfy, and to follow her regular MO in a regression session. Well that bed was the single most horrible, used up, beaten up jangle of springs and batting I have ever laid on in my life. I shudder to think about its history! The floor would easily have been more comfortable than this thing that could have doubled as a torture device to my chronic pain challenged body! But I valiantly attempted to make do. I shoved a couple of pillows under my back and rear end and tried to get comfortable.
Actually at this very moment, a student in the class came up to me and whispered something to me, so amazing and life changing I started to weep. That small moment, and that story is so big, I cannot begin to tell it right now, but by the end of this post I can tell you a tiny bit more about what she said.
So I closed my eyes and in a very very short amount of time, I was taken to "my beautiful place." I was aware of what was happening, but I was relaxing more and more and in her sing-song quiet and soothing voice, Dolores asked me questions. And I answered them. At first my nose itched, and my shoulders ached, but I didn't move at all. Except for crying and a couple of muscle spasms I did not move at all for 90 minutes.
My "beautiful place" is a place I go when I meditate, a place of healing. Its an open pavillion, with running water and flowers and all kinds of animals and angels. This is the place I started out in my mind. Dolores asked if anyone was with me and I said yes, Archangel Raphael was behind me, by my left shoulder. He was going to go with me on my regression.
Dolores suggested we sit on a cloud and head to a "relevant" life. I felt my elbows being supported by angels on either side and we floated down through the clouds and my feet touched the ground. I was standing maybe 20 yards from a large rock face of a hill. I described it as a rock "wall" to Dolores, but I did not mean anything built by humans. I was asked to look around and it took a while to see anything else, but I finally did. Towards the left was a small opening in the wall. Dolores asked if I wanted to explore inside. "I don't like caves" I think I said this more than once. Dolores persisted, and assured me I was safe, and I walked closer. I walked slowly and with every step closer to that dark small opening, I began to remember just exactly who I was, and what my life here was all about.
(To be continued tomorrow.)
(Oh, and what about what the lovely student whispered to me? She told me she saw angels, more angels than she had ever seen in any one place, and at any one time, and they were surrounding me, and reaching high into the heavens. How cool is that?)




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