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Panic attacks centered around food and a fear of death

My client, a Canadian woman in her early forties, sought my help for anxiety and panic attacks centered around food and a fear of death since her teens. She experienced feelings of faintness / passing out if she didn't eat her meals on time or made unhealthy food choices. She had struggled with an eating disorder since her teens, in which she became very selective about food and engaged in purging behaviours, which lasted for over a decade.

She had two panic attacks recently, triggered by dehydration. To put her fears to rest, she did a comprehensive cardiovascular testing and was declared healthy but she continued experiencing anxiety. She prioritised keeping fit, eating healthily and working out regularly and experienced panic whenever she felt her body wasn't in optimal condition.
She also wanted to explore her connection with her ex-boss whom she feels strongly linked to. He became emotionally abusive and they had a very tumultuous relationship. She experienced insights into three past lives that were related to her current challenges. In her first session, she saw a past life as a plantation owner in USA in the 1800’s who owned slaves on his farm.


Client: “I see a red shovel, medium-sized, stuck in the dirt. The ground is muddy. I’m by myself. I’m on a produce farm that’s growing carrots. I’m wearing boots, they got stuck in the mud. I’m a guy, dressed like a farmer. I had on brown leather gloves and watch and coveralls. I have a brown felt hat on my head. I’m white skinned. I’m scruffy. I have blonde brown hair, blue eyes. I look dirty.”
Me: “Go to the house where you live.”
Client: “I live in a big white house. It’s really nice looking. I’m thinking about money or profit. How to make more money. I’m angry at the state of my fields. I’m really angry, like I’m a businessman, furious that they messed up my fields, it’s not supposed to look like this. I’m plotting what I’m gonna do to fix this.
Me: “Which country are you in?”
Client: “The US. I’m in the fields. I feel really strong. I’m a big guy with muscle. I don’t want to be messed with. Someone is trying to take advantage of me. The workers didn’t do a good job on the fields.”
I instructed the client to go inside the house.
Client: “It’s very clean. I have to take my muddy stuff off. It’s a really nice house. Kinda like a plantation house. It’s made of white wood. Nicely decorated, like a woman decorated it. I didn’t decorate this. I have a nice desk. I’m some kind of business person.”
Me: “Do you work in the fields?”
Client: “I don’t think I was working, I was just inspecting. I think it’s my fields. I went out there and I was really furious. My wife is in the house. She doesn’t want to come near me ‘cos I’m really angry. I’m slamming my hand on the table.”
Client recognised a worker (slave) there, as her ex-boss in her last job.
“I feel like he’s a slave that works on the plantation and he’s living in the shack. I went over to the shack where he lives. He’s a mischief causer. He wrecked something on the fields. He dug it up wrong and made a mess. I’m gonna lose money. I’m so angry that I want to get him.”
(Client sees in third person POV.)
“He’s mad at this worker and thinking what he wants to do with him. He thinks, “If I go to him, I will probably beat him up.” He picks him up with his hands and threw him against the wall, and the guy yells, “Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”. After beating him up the owner leaves. He doesn’t kill him. There are other people there when he’s beating him. He’s not alone. The male slaves live in the separate building from the women slaves.”
“I think I’m not a good guy. I’m the master of the area / plantation or like a lord. I don’t really care about anything except for money. My slave lost me money.”
“My wife is there and makes the house nice, but she keeps clear of me ‘cos I’m really angry and maybe violent. I don’t care about people, I don’t care about the slaves. I don’t really care about my wife; she’s there and her job is to keep the house nice. I think there are babies in the house. There is someone taking care of the babies but I have no interest in them.”
Me: “What year is it?”
Client: “1800’s.”
Next scene:
“I’m in the town. I’m being honoured as the mayor or something. I was the special person of the town and I feel really prideful. I think I might have done something to get to that role. People are scared of me, because I’m not a nice person but I have a lot of power.”
Me: “What do they address you as?”
Client: “Mayor, and they take their hat off when they see me. I feel like I’ve made it, like this is it. Like I’m at the top. Like this is life, this is success. I don’t even feel like there’s a lack of love. There’s no love but I don’t even care.”
I moved client forward to the end of the life.
Client: “I’m watching my own funeral”.
Me: “What did you die of?”
Client: “It was shortly after I became the mayor. It feels like I was poisoned by my slave, X, as I didn’t kill him earlier. He poisoned me. I was drinking and eating, then I felt a pain in my stomach and died. People are relieved. My wife and people in the house were relieved that I died. X, the slave escaped. I don’t think anyone missed me.”
“This guy, X, has been sneaky the whole time, trying to steal from me. He’s been sneaking around the property. I caught him before. I gave him warnings. I think I almost killed him before. He might have run away before but they brought him back to me.”
“I think his family works there too and I think I might have hurt them, beat them or attacked them or something awful. His whole family are slaves. He was angry at me for that. He was trying to sabotage my business.”
Me: “Do the slaves get any payment or do they just work?“
Client: “They just work, get food and shelter, they don’t get money. They have to work”.
Me: “What do you see at the funeral?”
Client: “The funeral is on a grassy hill. A few business people were there. The slaves weren’t there. My wife and kids were there. They weren’t even crying. No one was crying. I have four children. They’re all little. I don’t even know their names, I don’t think I really cared.”
Me: “Reflecting on the past life that you saw just now, what were the lessons that you learned?”
Client: “It felt like it was a lot of responsibility to have slaves. It was a headache to keep them fed. Looking at it from a third person perspective, that guy was angry at the slave, but the guy didn’t seem unhappy without love. I don’t know if his heart was closed off. He didn’t seem to have feelings at all. He was very much in his head. His life seems very flat. It just seems about money and more and more. There was no sadness, he never felt sad. He felt annoyed by this slave for some reason. He didn’t want to kill the him.”
Me: “How do you feed the slaves?”
Client: “With the food they grow. The slaves grow their own food on the farm. They eat their own food. Wheat, rice or veggies. Maybe some chicken. I didn’t kill him, because he may actually be my son. I might have had him with a slave. I didn’t love him and still treated him like a slave but better than the other slaves. That’s why he was allowed to get away with mischief and I didn’t kill him. He is younger, like a teenager.”
(Client later told me that the man had bright blue, beautiful eyes. And the slave had the same kind of blue eyes, which may indicate that the slave may be the man’s son, despite the difference in skin colour).
I asked client about how that lifetime related to the current life in where she felt the necessity to nourish her body through healthy and timely meals.
Client: “The slaves didn’t get much food, they were starving a lot. I only fed them scraps and small amounts of food. Often, they fainted from not enough food or water. But I didn’t care. I can see one woman out in the fields. She passed out and the other slaves had to take her in. My wife looks out and looks concerned, but I don’t care. They had to eat whatever they were given, but they were often without food. They often passed out. They didn’t panic, they had no choice. It was really horrible for them.”
Me: “They can’t grow food on their own?”
Client: “No, all food is grown on the plantation and they get a very small amount of it. The least amount possible. But enough so they could work.”
Reflection:
It appears that the client's past life and current life share striking similarities, especially regarding feelings of being unloved and grappling with dominance and power dynamics. As a child, she experienced a lack of love from her parents, struggled to connect with others, and hardly had any friends. Even her siblings were afraid of her, as she was mean towards them when she was younger, mirroring traits from her past life.
She found the connection to her ex-boss in the present life, who appeared as a slave in the past life regression. Her past life persona had wielded dominance over the slaves and exhibited traits of anger and violent behaviour when things didn't go as desired. Unresolved dynamics or conflicts from past lives add another layer of complexity to her relationships which explains why her current life relationship was tumultuous.
Was the anxiety and panic attacks a form of karmic consequence? It could be. By mistreating the workers and denying them sufficient food, the plantation owner may have generated negative karma, resulting in anxiety and panic attacks in the current life. In the current life, there was fear of not having enough food/timely meals, as seen in the client's anxiety surrounding food and the need for control over meals.
The client's current struggles with anxiety may serve as an opportunity for healing and growth. I facilitated a healing session at the end, and she realised that she needed to have more love, understanding, and compassion, which was missing from the past life.

Note:
The panic attacks and anxiety which revolved around food in her current life weren’t confined to just one lifetime, as revealed in her second past life regression therapy session. (Part 2 will be shared later).

Abrupt Ending to a Decade-Long Friendship?

My client, in her thirties, of British nationality, came for a Past Life Regression therapy session to understand about the abrupt ending of her 10 year-long friendship with someone whom she regarded as her best friend, leaving her perplexed and seeking clarity through the session. She regressed to a time in ancient Greece and through the regression, she understood the origins of this issue. 

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Below is her PLR experience:

Client: "I’m in an ancient city, made from stone. It is white / cream in colour. It’s busy. There are people everywhere. They are working. They wear peasant clothes; loose materials, rags. Some people are transporting goods, some are messing around with their friends. Their skin colour are like people of Greek, Egyptian or Mediterranean origin."

"I’m a man. Very strong, tall and tanned. I’m wearing sandals. I’m carrying a log over my shoulder. It’s a very simple life – old and ancient."

Me: "Go to the place where you live"

Client: "I live in a 2-storey house made of white clay, with a balcony. It’s terraced. There are other houses next to it. Inside the house, there are mats on the floor. There is a stove fireplace. It is used to heat some tea. The first storey is a kitchen and living room. The second storey is a bedroom."

Me: "What country are you in?"

Client: "I’m in Greece."

Me: "Do you live alone or with anyone?"

Client: "I have a mum and a brother. I’m somewhere in my late twenties to early thirties. We are eating chopped tomato and cucumber, with bread, olive oil and cheese."

"I have a good relationship with my younger brother. We get on well. He admires me and looks up to me. We do many things together."

I moved client forward to the next scene:

Client: "My brother is in distress and needs my help. He’s panicking. I can’t understand him. He’s speaking in another language."

I guided the client to understand what the brother, in his mid-twenties, was saying. During the past life regression session, if the client isn’t able to understand what a person is saying in the past life scene, due to a different language, I will guide them to understand the dialogue or communication taking place.  

Client: "He is saying, “You have to come and help! There’s a collapse!” He’s in panic."

"His friends were in some sort of cave, the roof caved in and they were trapped in the rubble. There’s nothing I can do. I feel like I can’t help him."

"I’m trying to tell my brother that there’s nothing we could do. The stones are too heavy to lift. I told him that they shouldn’t have been in there in the first place. My brother was just outside when it happened."

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"After that incident, my brother resented me. He changed. A part of him died that day. He really resented me and sort of blamed me in many ways. He felt judged by me as I had warned him against going there. He was tired of me being right. He felt that we should have tried but we didn’t even try."

"I tried to tell him that it was futile. There was nothing that could be done. We had gone to the cave but found that the entrance to the cave was totally blocked. He was in a lot of guilt. If things had somehow been different, his friends could have been saved. But the stones were too heavy, none of us could lift it. I don’t know if they were doing something with dynamite that caused it to rupture, but they were doing something they shouldn’t.”

I moved client forward to the end of life. 

Client: "I had regrets about how I reacted towards my brother, I wish I hadn’t made him feel small, in that he was somehow lesser. I could have been more tactful in how I approached him and cared for him. It was never the same after that, ‘cos it really affected his life. He struggled to let go of what happened and blamed me in many ways. I wish I had helped or had tried to move the rocks for his sake, that I tried to help when he needed me."

 
I facilitated a healing and forgiveness session to help the client to heal and let go.  After the session, I asked the client to reflect if there were parallels in this current life and the past life. She replied affirmatively, recognizing a pattern in her behavior towards her friend. She realised that she had previously reacted similarly towards her friend, being highly critical and judgemental of her friend’s actions.

She had unconsciously carried forward the same behavioural traits to this life, treating her friend in the same manner as she had treated the younger brother in the past life. Therefore, her friend's reactions were unsurprising, given the dynamics at play. She is uncertain if their friendship would improve, but she expressed a sense of relief as she had a deeper understanding of where this issue originated from.


Talk on Phobias, Panic attacks and Relationship issues

I will be giving a talk on “Phobias, panic attacks and relationship issues - A past life regression perspective” on Saturday, 28 October 2017, 8.30 pm at the invitation of Persatuan Buddhist Hilir Perak, Teluk Intan. 



Lifetime in India in 800AD

Client went back to India in 800 AD. This is one of the 3 lifetimes that she saw in her second session. 

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I’m running. There’s a group of people chasing me. I’ve done something wrong. They want to catch me. I’m holding my dress and running. I’m female. I stole something. I stole a pewter cup. But I threw it away, because they are chasing me. So, it’s not with me. I stole it for my boyfriend. He wants to sell it for money.

We are in a village. I am in India. The road is all made of earth. The house is also earth colour and made from earth. There are no cars there. I see birds, goats, donkeys. I walk to the town. I see people selling food. I pass by a bride. She looks like an Indian. She’s not wearing shoes. But she’s wearing gold and silver on her neck, nose and head. My boyfriend says that she’s quite rich. I think she’s getting married to a rich man. From her face, she doesn’t want to marry this guy. She’s my boyfriend’s sister’s friend.

I’m now at my boyfriend’s eldest sister’s house. She is scolding us. We are not supposed to be here. We are supposed to be at home. We ran away. She’s married but her husband has got two wives. She’s not rich. We just want to stay a few days in her house. She allowed us to stay, but we mustn’t show ourselves. She asked us to go home tomorrow. My boyfriend says we must stay here and work here….earn a living here. She doesn’t agree. My boyfriend said he will look for a job. His sister wants me to go home, that I cannot stay with him. She will send me home tomorrow. I am 16 years old. I must listen to her. I must go home. I miss my parents.

I go home in the afternoon. My boyfriend’s sister gets another woman to walk with me. She is a plump lady, wearing a saree. I bumped into a woman from the village. I think she is some kind of witch doctor. She does some kind of ritual ceremony. She says that because I ran off with a guy, I must stay with her to wash away all the bad things in my body. She says that I shouldn’t run away with a guy. She says there’s evil in my body, so I must stay with her. But she looks scary. She has only one eye. She locked me in a room.

I’m hungry but she never offers me food. I ask for food. I shout for help but no one hears me. I tell her I want to go home but she doesn’t reply me. She wants to cleanse the evil in my body. If I go home now, I will bring bad luck to the family.

Next scene: (Back home)
My parents have arranged a marriage for me, with a man I don’t know.  This guy’s family is richer. His father works for the king. His son has been sick since a little boy. So they arranged a marriage for him. I’m supposed to marry this boy. They say he’s dying soon. He’s pale. He’s 18. He’s wearing a turban.

I’m with this person now. I’m in a jungle. There are many elephants around us. It’s something like parade, very grand. We walk from the forest to the town. His house is in the forest. I can hear monkeys and birds. There is only one house there. We are going to a temple. The year is 800 AD.  

Me: What illness does he have?
They say his heart has a hole. I think is congenital heart defect. His fingernails are bluish. His lips are always pale.

The temple is on a hill. It has got a lot of steps. My husband cannot walk. People had to carry him. Two men carried him up to the temple. We prayed in the temple. I just follow their instruction. He spent half day in the temple. The temple is open and very hot, in the jungle.

I have to marry this man to please my parents, because I believed what the witch doctor said. I don’t want to bring bad luck to my family. We go to the temple to get some blessings, so that my husband could have longer life. I prayed for happiness. We prayed on our own. I saw a sculpture. I’m reading the picture on the wall. I think it’s a Buddhist temple. I can hear people chanting in Sanskrit. The statue is faded.

Next scene:
I’m with my husband in the bedroom. He’s very ill. It has been 2 years after we got married. He’s dying soon. I’m very sad, because I loved him. Unfortunately it’s a short life and he passed away. My in-laws don’t like me. They never bothered about me. They asked me to go. I left the family. I ran to the jungle. I ran to the temple in the jungle. I stayed at the temple for the rest of my life.

Connection to current life:
My husband in that life was my former classmate in my current life. My boyfriend’s sister in that life is one of my colleagues in the current life. She is a very helpful colleague. In this life, when I first came across some prayers and chanting in Sanskrit, I felt that it sounded familiar. I feel a connection to those prayers. 

Past lifetime in California during the drought season

Client, in her past life regression went back 250 years ago to a lifetime in California during the drought season. From owning a big corn farm, the corn farmer had a change of fortunes due to the drought and died a poor man. Client also found the connection with her former boyfriend.

Image credit: http://www.motherjones.com/environment/2014/02/california-drought-matters-more-just-california


There’s grass all around. I’m walking around. From far I can see a house. I’m walking to the house. It’s a wooden house with big windows and a blue colour door. I stand outside the house. It’s my neighbour’s house. No one is there because they are out for work. I’m waiting for my neighbour to come back. My house is far from this house.

I’m male. I’m 37 years old. I have brown skin and some white hair. I’m very tan. I’m a farmer. I own a corn farm. It is quite a big farm. There are others who help me. My neighbour helps me in my farm. He is 50 years old. We work on the farm manually. We don’t use technology. We have horses.

Next scene:
It is the new year of 1765. We are celebrating in a bar. We are drinking, with the villagers. Everybody’s talking. There are all men there.

Next scene:
I saw a dead cow on the road. It is like a desert. Everything is dry. The cow died because of the drought season. The village is empty. Everyone has left. I have to leave the village. Everyone left the town on foot. I’m in California. The year is 1786.

I don’t join the other villagers. I’m the last one. I must leave. I cannot stay. It is too hot. The crops have died. I walked to another place. Now, I see some green grass and a big tree. Before that, all was yellowish and brownish. I followed the path, I see chickens running. I see some kids running, playing. It’s a better place. I come to a house. There are clothes hanging outside. I ask for a job, but there is no job for me. They asked me to go to the town.

I walk to the town. I see a sheriff. I see a bank and grocery stores. But I have no money. I don’t have any money to buy things. I ask for a job. There is no job for me. They say that there are other people who asked for a job, but the town had no job for us. I don’t know where to go. I have no money to stay. I’m alone.

I’m sitting in front of a restaurant. I can smell coffee. I don’t have any money. I cannot go in. I need food. I sit there. Many people are at the restaurant. I see a waitress, I like her. She doesn’t notice me. I’m staring at her from outside the restaurant. I wait for her until she finishes work. I follow her. I wanted to talk to her. She feels scared. Her brother meets her. She walks to her brother’s shop. Her brother warned me not to follow her. He pointed his gun at me. I left. I liked this girl, but her brother doesn’t let me get close to her. I didn’t have the chance to speak to her.

I walk to a farm. I see cows. I work in the farm. I got a job there. I milked the cows by hand. I’m pouring the milk to a big wooden tank, to make cheese. I stay in a little hut near the farm. The owner’s family also works on the farm. The owner takes cares of the horses. His wife passed away before I took the job. His wife used to milk the cows. Now, I do the job. He’s riding a horse. He wants to go to the town to sell the cheese and cow’s milk.

When he is away, I go to the town to see the girl. The girl talks to me. We are chatting happily. But the brother doesn’t like me. She tells me that I cannot marry her. She said that her brother has arranged a marriage for her, but she doesn’t like that guy. She likes me. She wants to run away with me, but she got caught by her brother. I cannot stay, I must run. If not, her brother will kill me. I recognise her as my ex-boyfriend in the current life.

I left the town. I come to a port with boats. I heard seagulls. I see a building at the port. It’s some kind of warehouse, but it’s closed. It’s a wooden building red in colour, on my left hand side. The sea is on my right hand side. Today is Sunday, our off day. No one is working. I walk through the town. One woman is walking with a black umbrella. I smiled to her but she didn’t even look at me. I’m walking on a cobblestone road. I see a carriage parked outside a shop. I look for a job but didn’t manage to get a job. I see an apple tree. I ate an apple. I walk to a housing area. I asked for a job in a farm. They have lots of pigs. They want me to feed the pigs, which were very dirty and smelly. I took the job. I’m cold and alone.

End of life:
I’m lying in a coffin on the farm. I’m 63 years old. My moustache is white and my hair is a bit white. There are villagers around me. Some women cry for me. I never got married. I wished I could have been with that woman. I have no regrets in general. I died poor. The villagers donated a coffin for me, because I had no money. Then they buried my body outside the village. They just put a cross there with no name on it.

Note: One of the life lessons learned from this past life is the vicissitudes of life that one goes through and the impermanent nature of life and fortunes.

War elephants in ancient India

Client wanted to find out the connection to her current life boyfriend and she regressed to ancient India. Below is the second lifetime that she had with him in the past life. 

Photo description: Indian War Elephant armour, 17th century, in Royal Armouries in Leeds, England.
Photo source: http://chessrex.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/War-Elephant.jpg

I’m an Indian woman. I’m very dark skinned and very thin. I have just finished washing clothes from the river. The clothes are in a wooden basin.

I see some sand flying, from afar. I see some people coming back, riding the elephants. They are Indian warriors who fought in a war. They are holding some sword-like weapons, made from wood, stick and rocks. A rock was tied up together with a stick. It resembles an axe. They have come back from afar. They have won the war. My husband is one of the warriors who was sent to fight in the war. I am not sure if he came back.

I walked home. I lived in the village. My house is made of earth. It is a simple house. The roof is made from dried grass. I have a five year old child. There are chickens running around.

I had a good relationship with my husband. My husband was a warrior. He left the house to go to the palace. He was required to go to war again. He had no choice. He left riding the elephant. He didn’t come back. I never saw him again after that. I recognise him as my current life boyfriend.

Next scene:
I feel sad. My buffalo died. There was no grass… All dried up. I’m starving….no food to eat. We couldn’t plant anything. I was sick and hungry. My son also died. I’m forty years old. I’m very thin. I’m going to die from hunger. There are a lot of flies because there are a lot of dead animals.

Reflections
I’m poor but happy. It was a simple but happy life. I was sad my husband left and died in the war.

Connection to current life and lessons learned
I hardly get to see my boyfriend as he is busy with work and he always works overtime. Due to the nature of his work, he is always on call. I have to let go, just like in those days when he was ordered by the king. I must encourage him to concentrate on his work. When he has time to spend with me, I must be positive and spend the time with him. When we are together we must be as happy as possible…to cherish the moment we can together. This is what I’ve learned.

Read client’s earlier lifetime by clicking on the link below.

Lessons on relationship mistakes in previous life


Lessons on relationship mistakes in previous life

Client wanted to find out the connection to her current life boyfriend and went to 3 lifetimes in her first past life regression session. They were together in 2 different lifetimes and she learned many valuable lessons from her previous lives and not to repeat those mistakes in this life. 


I’m in a big dancing hall alone. Sunshine is coming in from the many windows there. The floor is chequered black and white, made from a kind of marble. There is an arch in the hall. I’m barefooted. I’m wearing white clothes which consist of two layers. It has a rough texture. The outside layer is transparent white and the inside is white and made of glossy silk. There is a ribbon around my waist. I’m a little girl, five years old. My skin colour is white and pink. I have golden, long hair which is slightly curly at the end and falls over my shoulder. My parents are upstairs.

Next scene:
I’m in the garden. It’s my birthday. I’m 18 years old. I walk around in the garden alone. I come to the verandah. I see flowers and a yellow butterfly. I feel happy when I look at the butterfly. It’s flying around the flowers. I read daily. I am currently reading a blue hardcover book.

Next scene:
It is my wedding day. I’m wearing white. My hair has flowers on it. The wedding is held in a garden. My husband is standing beside me. He is a white man with a sharp nose. He is wearing a tuxedo and a bow tie. The year is 1865 in a western country. Many people are walking around with their wine glass. They are chit chatting. I see my father. He's very tall. He has a big moustache. He is serious looking. I recognise him as my father in my current life. He asks me to run. He says, “Danger” but I don’t know why he said that.

The marriage is some kind of politics. It was an arranged marriage. The guy I am marrying - His father is somebody high ranking. My father did not agree to the marriage. My grandparents arranged my marriage. My grandfather is plump, has white hair and a white moustache. He was in the army in Germany. He is quite high ranking in the army. I see badges from his picture, hanging on the wall. There is a yellow and red ribbon, and the badge is gold colour. Everyone is scared of him and listens to him.

I’m walking away from the living hall, with my husband holding my hand. We walk back to the garden again. The people have left. The maids are cleaning.
The wedding was held at our own house. I’m walking back to the kitchen to drink water. I see a kitten, grey and black stripe, with white paws under the table.

End of life:
I’m in a coffin. I died because of cancer of the lungs. I’m 72 years old. My husband is not around. We only had one son. He feels sad, but he is not crying. He is 27 years old. I had a plump female maid who helped me in the house. My maid is crying at my death.

The cause of lung cancer was because I had smoked for a long time. I was not happy with my relationship. After getting married, my husband was always not around. I was alone at home, every day. I cried every day. I felt like I was not married despite being married. Our relationship was distant. We hardly communicated to each other as he was often away as he is with the navy. My husband left the house, when he was 50 years old. He was married to me for 30 years, then he left the house. He later married another girl.  He didn’t come back. This son is adopted. That’s why my son doesn’t love me.

During my lifetime, I didn’t have to work for a living. I lived quite a privileged life. While my husband is out at work, I read and sit at home. I recognise my husband as my current life boyfriend. 

Funeral
I’m in a coffin in a church. There are people around, all wearing black. They feel sad for me. I don’t feel sad. I’m happy now. I want to leave because my adopted son also doesn’t like me. They carry the coffin to the graveyard, just outside the church. It is called St. Ives church. It is a small catholic church. They buried me under a big tree. There’s no tombstone yet. They put flowers on top. 

Reflection and lessons learned
I must communicate with everyone more. In that lifetime, there was lack of communication, especially with my son and my husband. That’s why we were not happy.

In the beginning I loved him. Two years later, I didn’t like him, because I knew that his female cousin loved him. I was too emotional, during my marriage life. I had too many negative thoughts about him. I judged him wrongly. I thought he had a girlfriend, but he did not. After he left me, then he found one. He left me, after so many years of marriage because I made him frustrated. I was too emotional. I cried in front of him. I didn’t trust him when he was away. He got tired of that and that’s why he didn’t like to go home. He didn’t like to see me when I kept ‘attacking’ him like that. We quarrelled when he came home. Each time I would cry in front of him. He hates that. The negative relationship was the reason why we didn’t have kids.

My maid was always with me. She was been with me for thirty years. I recognise her as my current life sister, whom I’m very close to in the current life. I was very close to my maid in that life. We talked about everything. She came to my house after my husband left me and stayed with me. We always chit-chat in the kitchen. She usually cooks fish because I like to eat fish. My maid stayed unmarried. She hates men betraying women. She is younger than me.

Client realises that she should not repeat those mistakes that she made in that lifetime and to improve communication skills with her boyfriend and people in her life.
  
(Next lifetime to be continued in next post.)

Sibling rivalry in present and past life

Continued from the earlier account on client’s past lifetime which had the common theme of abandonment by family members. In the first past life, she was a child beggar in India. In the second past life, she was a child prostitute in Russia. In the third past life, she was left behind in a park as a toddler by her jealous elder sister and in her teenage years, was drowned by the same sister. It explains her current life feelings of insecurity, feeling unloved and fear of abandonment.

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“I’m on a grassy field. There are many yellow flowers. It is a sunny day. I’m searching for someone. The grass is tall. I just keep walking.”

“I’m a little girl…. white skinned with braided hair. I look like a rich girl and wearing a nice white dress. I wear knee-length socks. I’m three years old.”

“I pass by a small house. It looks like a barn. I just keep on walking. I’m on the street already.”


I moved client backwards in time to an earlier time in that life to find out what happened.

“I’m in a playground. My elder sister brought me there. She is 12 years old.
 She left me there.”

“My mother is at home, a 10 minute walk away”.

“I’m looking for my family members. I didn’t feel scared, I just kept on walking. I see cars passing by and walked past some trees. I’m running now. I’m on the street, looking for my way back home.”

“I come to an apartment door. My mother comes and greet me. I found my way home.”

“My sister intentionally left me at the park. She disliked me. She was jealous of me. Her face was not happy when saw me back home. She felt that my mother loved me more than her.”

“She’s not happy that my mother is hugging me. My sister is staring at me with hate. She is in a white dress.”

“She is hostile. I feel like she will do it again. She went back to her room.”


Next scene:
I’m in the water, I’m drowning. I fell from a boat. Someone pushed me. I'm in a lake."

I moved client backwards a little to find out what happened.

“I’m sixteen years old. I’m in a boat with my sister. She shook the boat and make me accidentally fall into the lake.”

“She hated me. I’m drowning and she is doing nothing.”

Me: “Why did she hate you?”

Client: “It was because of something related to a man……We loved the same man. She got jealous. In many areas, she wanted to be the champion, but I overshadowed her.

Current life connection
“I recognise her as my current life eldest sister. She made my siblings dislike me and she got jealous when I got married to a good man and moved on to a happy life. She only loved to hear my sad stories.”


Medieval past life as squire in a castle

A participant found the reason behind her unexplainable intense feeling of hatred with someone in her life, during a group past life regression workshop.

A group session is different from a private session, because in a group session, the whole group will be guided to view their past lives (like a guided meditation), then record it down in writing when the session is over. In a private session, I can ask questions, give instructions or 'move' my clients forwards or backwards in time to an important event in that lifetime. A group PLR session is shorter and not as detailed as a one-to-one session.

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"I saw myself as a young man, as a page boy or a servant (squire). I had fallen in love with the Lord’s daughter. He was not happy about it. He came up with a scheme to get rid of me." 

"I was shot. There was an arrow in my back. As I lay dying, the Lord is sneering and jeering at me - “What made you think you could fall in love with my daughter? You are beneath my station.”

"I came to a realisation that she didn't love me enough anyway. But the experience of falling in love with her gave me the courage to pursue her. I had the courage to live, only to find out that it wasn’t really that real anyway."

Current life connection
"I recognised the Lord and the girl I loved as people I know in the current life. It explains why I did not like this person who was the Lord in the past life. I started off wanting to befriend this person, but this person did not appreciate the friendship. We were friends for a very short while. All of a sudden it turned into intense hatred and I had no idea where it came from. My intention is to learn how to forgive this person."

Past lifetime as an Emperor’s concubine in ancient China

Client, in his first PLR session saw 4 lifetimes: 2 lifetimes in China, 1 lifetime in USA and another lifetime as a young English boy.  He regressed easily and provided detailed descriptions. This is the second lifetime that he saw in his first session. 

Past lifetime as an Emperor’s concubine in ancient China

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“I’m in a Chinese palace. I’m a concubine. I’m female. I’m dressing up…..Applying makeup. I have a helper. I have to look beautiful for the emperor. He is going to visit me tonight. I’m excited and happy. So is my helper. I’ve got beautiful smooth beautiful clothes.”

“I’ve got beautiful soft skin. The palace is beautiful, very grand. Lots of ornaments. I’m a dancer. I can dance for the king….I’m very feminine…very seductive.”

“The Emperor comes in, mesmerised by me. The Emperor has a moustache. He is seduced by me. The Emperor is copulating in a chamber. I know I’m going to be pregnant after this. The Emperor is happy with me. He stays the whole night, until morning.”

“It is morning….He’s getting clothed now. He has to leave.”

Next scene:
“I’m giving birth….sweating. pushing. Frantic….difficult birth.”

“The Empress is here. She wants to take my baby because she doesn’t have any children of her own. I said, “No, please.” I begged her not to take my baby. But she takes it anyway, there’s nothing I can do. My helper / my maid is begging her not to….There’s a lot of blood.”

“I saw a pair of scissors. I’m stabbing myself in the middle of my stomach with a pair of scissors. There’s no point of living anymore when my baby is kidnapped.”

“My maid is there, she tried to stop me. She’s sad to see me go….”

“I’m dead…. My soul is leaving the room. I see my maid crying… sad. I see my body limped on the bed, full of blood. I see my beautiful jewellery, ornaments. I’m floating on top of the palace. I see the Empress taking my baby away. I see the Emperor busy with his affairs. I’m floating away.”

“I feel resentment towards the Empress. She feels like my mother in current life.”
“I feel sorry for the Empress that she has to do that. But I forgive her. She didn’t have her children. She's jealous that the Emperor likes me, she’s just vicious.”

Spirit realm:
“I’m floating in the clouds. I’m being cared by the Jade Emperor. I’m dressed in white. I see Kuan Yin. Kuan Yin is looking after me. I’m dressed in white. I’m female, lying on the bed, being cared by Kuan Yin. Kuan Yin cleanses…. caring, blessing, healing.”

“She’s healing my stab area. I’m crying because I feel blessed. I feel loved by Kuan Yin. I feel her love very much….immense love.”

“She says that it’s ok. That she loves me. She says, “Let it go, forgive, be happy.”


Note:

This explains why client doesn’t have a good relationship with his mother in current life. He also had problems with women, as he had the perception that women give him problems. 


Read client's other lifetimes here:

Unable to let go of past relationship and move on

This made my day! I received an email from my American client who travelled all the way from Taiwan to Kuala Lumpur for a past life regression session. She sent me a written experience about her past life regression session. She wrote, “Selina, thank you so much for a wonderful session. It was amazing for me! You are a very talented individual and it was so nice to meet you! ….. Attached you'll find my written experience of the session. An amazing experience indeed. I can't thank you enough”.

Background
Client came in to understand why she couldn't mentally let go of a man she once loved. 3 years ago, she met someone who had a profound effect on her, which had triggered various feelings and emotions in her. She believes that they had a karmic connection. She fell in love with him but the relationship did not work out. She said that she was haunted by this person in dreams, and in thoughts throughout her waking life. This affected her current relationships. She said, “I've tried tirelessly to free myself from this person but nothing has worked. It's extremely painful.”

She found the answers in her first past life regression session.

Below is her experience in her own words

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Rebecca Lynch's (Not her real name) Past Life Regression Session (January 10, 2015)

I always anticipated having trouble being hypnotized, as my mind often seems to work too quickly to relax. Selina's voice and presence was soothing; I followed her guidance and easily found myself unable to open my eyes and sinking deeper into my subconscious. Now, a few days removed from my PLR experience, I'm still in awe as to how much my mind contains. I'm so grateful that I've been able to access these memories.

I found myself walking on a thick, white line along an airport tarmac. The color of the day was a hazy yellow and there was no one around. In the distance—old fighter planes decaled with black stars encircled. I was wearing red shoes and a navy blue uniform. Like a camera in motion, my perspective then switched; I then was facing myself head-on. I was a man—light brown hair, light brown skin, leather goggles which I presumed were meant to be used in flight. I'm a pilot. I thought, in awe.

And how are you feeling?

A little lost.

Why?

I want to see my son.

The words fell out of me. I was melancholy. I had a son, though faraway.

My wife won't let me see him.

She was with him. My son and my wife were faraway and I couldn't reach them. I continued walking, thinking, scanning the vacant skies.

Imagine you're holding a photo album, that you're flipping through the images and landing on one.

Then I was in a house; wood was everywhere. There were books but they were dusty, indicating that they hadn't been read in a long while. I was sitting on the floor and smiling. My son was in front of me—no older than three. He was playing with toy blocks. I love him. I thought, but also knew that he didn't know it. He's too young, too unaware of how she's affecting him. She. I looked into the next room, the kitchen. There was my wife, leaning against the counter top. Her hair was a straw-blonde and breaking off at the ends. She was sad, depressed even. I turned back to my son. I didn't want him growing up in such a hostile environment. I didn't want him to know what danger my wife was in.

Go back to the scrapbook. Land on an image that depicts a happier time.
I saw myself in a basement, at a party, music and laughter around me. This was America, what looked to be the 1960's. Record players; orange sofas. I felt my heart flutter, skip a beat, speed up slow down. Why are you nervous? I looked around. In the corner inspecting the lines of a record was my wife. We hadn't met yet. She's so interesting. Cautiously, I walked over to her.

The night ended with us sitting on a porch outside, looking out into a field. A tune came into my mind, "For the Longest Time". I sang it to her. Our life together began there.

When my son graduated college on a sunny day, we were around deciduous trees and everything was green. When they called his name Abraham Crawford I felt the purity of unblemished pride. I couldn't hide my smile. He crossed the stage and made his way back towards the congregation. His mother—my now ex-wife—was standing a ways away and looking even more depressed than I'd ever seen her before. She's not happy, and it's not me nor him but life.

Once more I find myself moving. I'm in another house, another wooden one. Years have passed. I'm standing on the porch drinking coffee between trees. My son is there. We're spending time together. My wife has killed herself with pills. It was expected. Almost a relief for her, for us. My son and I get into an argument and he storms off into the house, down the hallway and into a room.

"I'm just like you. You're just like me." He says before closing the door.

I've travelled to Malaysia only to return. On the line at immigration with my wife, I see that familiar flag of red and white, a star and a moon sliver. I'm signing papers; I'm reassuring the woman I love that her stomach pains aren't much to worry about, not knowing she's due to have two miscarriages before finally giving birth to our son.

Past the officials, we stand outside beneath a white sky and go nowhere. I'll fly you somewhere someday. I tell her before I leave the scene.

If there are particular people who travel with us throughout our many lives, they remain anonymous for so long. It isn't until they cause us sparks of joy or pain that we begin to notice their presence as far from ordinary; or that they are souls which serve a purpose to us time and time again.

I noticed my wife's nose first of all. It was familiar. I knew this nose. It's James' nose (not his real name). And then the pieces of this story began to turn and collide accordingly.

In my current life, I've spent over two years being consumed with what occurred between James and I: it was an intense yet short relationship followed by a series of break-ups which had little explanation. I've been haunted by his presence in my dreams ever since. I've seen signs of him everywhere and have been unable to understand why. In this past life which I visited during my session, I watched the marriage between my wife and I fall apart in a similar way that my relationship with James did. These two beings shared the same soul, this I'm sure of.

What I learned from this experience was that the emotional residue left from my failed marriage in my past life carried over into my current life. I feel the same scars, the same inadequacy in the face of the unknown, the same bleating desire to reconnect with this soul with whom I shared so much.

I've learned more about myself—how I'm a person that needs both stimulation and release in equal measure to remain balanced; how my heart is big and kind and strong despite skipping a beat every now and then; and how I find it hard to see relationships lasting successfully far into the future. Perhaps this is something that I've never known.

We are psychically connected to these being by cords—one positive, one negative. In the final moments of my PLR session, I was guided by Selina to envision my wife connected to myself via these cords. Now cut them. She instructed. And I did, all but one. I'm having trouble cutting the last one. I said, near tears, knowing that last cord signified hope.

Creating narrative saves us. It holds us away from the mismatched pieces of our broken tales and gives us the chance to see how they work. I have a story now. I have a linear understanding of what happened in my past life and how it feeds into my life today. For this I am incredibly grateful. I'm incredibly grateful for people like Selina who have the skill and heart and patience needed to guide people through all the things they cannot see.