Client
wanted to find out why she could never sustain a romantic relationship, with a
repeated pattern of 7 failed relationships in the past. She also had the tendency
to cut off family members over small issues. In her first PLR session, she regressed
to her past life as a woman in USA Paris
Photo: Paris France Theatre Del' Opera postcard in 1907
I’m
lying down at a tree. There is a corn field nearby.
I’m
in a pink and white chequered dress. I have blonde hair, blue eyes and chewing
on a corn stalk. I’m an 18 year-old girl. I am alone. I live nearby.
Next scene:
My
house is red and some parts are white. It’s made of wood. It’s a house by
itself. There are old stuff in the house. The wall paper is old and there are old
lamps. There is an arm chair, and a rocking chair. There are flower designs on
the wallpaper and carpet. From the outside it looks like a farm barnhouse, but
from the inside, it looks like an old lady’s kind of house. There’s a well
stocked kitchen.
Next scene:
I
see an old lady and a young boy. She’s got white hair. The old lady looks after
the young boy. She is his grandmother. There is a man, like an older brother. I
see this man, a young boy, 8 years old and that lady. I feel like I’m not part
of the family. I am outside looking in. It’s like I have to sneak and peep from
outside, as I don’t want to them to catch me looking at them.
Next scene:
This
man, who is my elder brother is pointing a long rifle at me. I’m at the porch.
He doesn’t want me to go inside, he doesn’t want me. He wants to get rid of me.
He said that I shouldn’t return to the family. His name is Henry Simon. He
says, “Go home. Do not come back.”
My
name is Katie. I’m in USA
Next scene:
I
married the guy at office. I wear this nice long wedding gown, in white. For
some reason, he’s still wearing that raggedy clothes. The office had yellow
wallpaper. I see pews, benches. There’s barely 10 people there.
This
guy I married, is like a handyman, a guy who works in a stable and doing odd
jobs. “He doesn’t talk much. I don’t know why I married him.
I
think I married him because I wanted to escape my family. He was freedom. He
could do everything he wanted, go anywhere he wanted. I liked that idea. I don’t
feel like I am in love with him.
I
was attracted to that freedom… I thought that I would have that kind of freedom
when I married him. I didn’t have that kind of freedom when I was staying with
my family. My older brother was just too much, overprotective.
Next scene:
I
see flashes of fire. My husband and I have a house. I’m not sure if we live in
a forest, or a caravan made out of wood. The forest is burnt. I see these men
and horses. I felt that it was a kind of retaliation in return for marrying
him.
Next scene:
My
husband doesn’t talk. He just smiles. He’s got blue eyes and curly brown hair.
It seems like he’s like a guy who has a low IQ, but he’s not retarded. He’s
functional, but mentally not a very smart person. He's always in raggedy
clothes, in dirty dungarees. When I talked to him, he doesn't understand me. He
doesn't talk, he just grunts.
I
don't go to work. It seems like I married him to get my freedom. I was attracted
to him, not physically, but more of the freedom that he could offer.
Next scene:
I
moved away after marrying him. He continued whatever he was doing. I moved to Paris
I’m
trying to create a new life. I’m carrying a brown luggage, wearing a big pink
dress and a hat. The city life just amazed me. I wanted more than just living
in the cornfield. I see the city. I’m bright eyed seeing all these. People use
carriages as transportation. The year is 1907. I’m trying to find a job.
I
go where people go to see the girls dance. It’s like a theatre, not a sleazy
place. I long to be on that stage, where there are people singing and
performing.
I’m
passing by that theatre, but I don’t work there. I work somewhere nearby. I am
washing plates, working in the kitchen somewhere. It was hard living there. I
had to struggle living there. I had to struggle to feed myself.
Going
on stage was just a dream that never really came true. The closest I got was
seeing the theatre and watching the show. I was never on stage. I was never
happy living in Paris
I
stayed with workers in a staff quarters from the restaurant. I was sharing with
all the other women. I never got remarried. I was having a hard life, with no
luxuries.
End of life
I’m
an old lady. I’m lying on a long couch. I’m wearing a white long sleeved shirt and
a black skirt. I see two boys. They are not my children. They are just standing
there, they hat are in their hands, they are bowing down looking at me, kind of
respecting the dead.
Last thoughts:
I
wish I never came to Paris Paris
After leaving the body in that life, she went to the spirit realm
Spirit realm
I
see a man and a woman dressed in white. They are welcoming me. It’s like in a
garden. The man is smiling, just happy to see me. He smiles. He said, “How was
the journey?” He said that I was brave.
He
tells me that I didn't make the right decision. He said that it was wrong for
me to leave my family back there, that I hurt so many people. That even if I
achieved my dreams in Paris
I
shouldn’t have moved. I should have known that Paris
Me: "Did you have any parents back then?"
Client:
“My parents weren’t around so I was raised by my grandmother and elder brother.
My brother was the one that was hurt the most. My younger brother was not old
enough to understand. My grandmother just smiles even though she’s hurting
inside. My brother had insisted that I stay with them back home on the cornfield
and take care of the family."
I guided client to work
on forgiving her elder brother from that past life.
Client: “I
asked him for forgiveness. He just cries and he forgives me and my grandma
forgives me. I
understand now that my elder brother loves me and just wanted to protect me.”
I
see a lady. She’s all dressed in white. She looks human but I don’t think she
is. She’s wearing white long coat with patterns on it. She’s wearing something
funny looking on her head.
She
told me to close my eyes. She told me to take care of my heart, my stomach. She’s
asking me to get healthier. She is now near my feet. She just bows one last
bow, then she goes off. There are so many other angels with her, all following
her off.
Reflection / Connection
to current life:
I
feel like I want to escape the kind of life I have now. My dad can be very
overbearing sometimes. He dictates what I should do in life, what to study, what
job to work in. If it was up to me, I just want to live happily. I just want to
see more of the world. But I know it would break his heart if I left him and
worked overseas.
Lessons learned
I’m
told that I should appreciate my life. Sometimes, I get blinded by the lights,
the glamour elsewhere and I don’t appreciate the good things that I have.
Read about client’s other past lives here:
