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. 

Extreme fear of cats

My client, an Indian expatriate, found the cause of her extreme fear of cats. Her fear became worse over the years, that whenever she saw cats, she would throw up. She regressed to Nothern India in 1912. 

Below is her story:

Source: http://www.awesomelycute.com/2014/11/black-cats/

I see all Indians. They are wearing traditional North Indian clothes, with colourful outfits. There are men and women. The women wear sarees and cover their heads. I see men wearing a traditional kurtas and some turban.

I saw a door and went through it. I see lot of girls just like me. They are talking and laughing and giggling. I got down from the hill. I come to a small town.

I’m walking alone, but I can see lots of college going girls, standing and talking, giggling and smiling. There are lots of shops around, like a city centre. There’s a clock tower at the centre. It is 10 am.

I meet one of my old friends, who wore white clothes. I asked her, “Where are you going?” She’s telling me that she has purchases to make. I told her, “I'm going home.” She says, “Carry on. I will meet you later.”

Next scene:

“I’m climbing the steps to a very old house. It doesn't have proper steps. It’s like they took some slabs and made steps there. I just went in front of the house. The door is blue in colour.

I can see a window with small grilles. I can see one old lady, who’s opening the door for me. She's telling the house people that I’m back. She is my grandma. I recognise her as my current life, former neighbour.

I see a verandah outside. There are some chairs for visitors to sit. It is like a huge ‘tunnel’ kind of a house. The entrance is very straight. I see the living room. It is not well ventilated and very stuffy.

I see my mum. I recognise her as my current life aunt there. She is saying, “You are here, want to eat something?” She is working in the kitchen. I tell my mum I have to head to the college.

The year is 1912. I’m now in front of the college. I am wearing a very lose cloth and a very dirty orange dress. I have oiled my hair so much. I have long plaited hair, and a partition in between. I have dark complexion. I am carrying a cotton bag.

My name is Prakriti Ishwar. I am a first year degree student.

Next scene:

There's a function in my house…. Many people are there. Everybody is busy. It is somebody’s death anniversary. People are performing death rites.

There is a black cat there. It is near the place where the rituals are going on. I’m at the verandah, but the cat is in the living room. There are four people sitting there. A priest is guiding them to do the ritual.

There’s somebody chasing the cat out, but it doesn’t want to go away. It is a very fat, big, black cat. It moves around the room. Somebody lifted and threw the cat down. It fell from the steps. I came running out of the house. It fell in somebody else’s compound. Someone took away the cat’s body. I looked at it. I felt miserable. They should let it go out, why did they have to throw it? I feel so miserable. We are doing a ritual and there’s a death.

People around me asked me to forget it and just have my lunch. The plantain (banana) leaves are laid out for lunch. Everybody is eating. I am sitting in front of the leaf but I’m unable to eat. I’m not able to divert myself from thinking about the cat. It just came for some food. It just needed some food.

People are scolding me. They tell me I’m overreacting. My uncle is consoling me, saying that it was the destiny of the cat to die. He told me, “Don’t worry, all will be fine”.

Place of healing

I see that there are so many spiritual sages who are just telling me not to grieve for the cat. It was destined to die. And it has got a better life. Don’t grieve for it. They tell me that I was not responsible for what has happened to the cat. It has a better life now and it is somewhere happy.

The cat has reappeared. It’s thanking me for the concern, it is thanking me for being sympathetic to its death. It’s smiling at me. It put its two front paws together, made a slight bow, then went on its way.

Past life as a child beggar in India

Client found the reason for her feelings of insecurity, unhappiness, feeling unloved and fear of abandonment. She regressed to 3 past lives which had the common theme of being abandoned by family members. The first past life that she regressed to was in India. 

“Insecurity and fear of abandonment is often related to past life memories of literal abandonment: being orphaned, sold into slavery, left out to die in times of famine, separated from loved ones during a crisis or a war, etc”. - Roger Woolger (“Other Lives, Other Selves”, 1987)

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“I’m at a very long road. There’s an empty land beside the road. It is at night. There are palm trees along the road, making it look scary. There is no light. I can’t see anything. I am barefoot. I’m wearing dirty clothes. I’m male, six years old.”

Me: “Where did you come from?”

Client: “From my house -- A wooden house. Looks like a Kampung (village) house with attap roof. I came to look for food. I’m a beggar. I have no parents. I just beg for money or food from people.”

“I’m in front of a row of shoplots. There are many people there. I’m sitting there begging for money, I'm very dirty.”

Me: “Which country are you in?”

Client: “I’m in India. But my skin is not dark. I look like a Chinese or mixed. I had brown hair and brown skin.”

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

“I’m at home with my parents. My parents are not Asians. I feel loved. I’m happy. I’m two years old. I wear nice clothes and looked rich. I have a nice house. I lived in Hong Kong. It is a bungalow, single storey, with a big landscaped garden in front of the house. The gate is black. I am playing around in the garden. I’m the only child in the family. I had no sisters or brothers.”

“My parents looked sad. Something happened to them…….Something about their business. There was some problem with my father's business. They are busy packing. They look nervous. They need to run away. Something happened to the business. They lost quite a lot of money. They owed people money. They are busy packing. They plan to leave by boat.”

Next scene

“They are on a ferry. I’m waving at them. I’m not with them. They send me to another couple. My parents are waving at me. They didn’t tell me anything. They look happy.”

“The couple are two old ladies. They are church sisters…white ladies. I’m wearing a jumpsuit with white colour t-shirt and black shoes. I’m with the sister. That sister brings me back to the church. There’s an orphanage inside the church."

"I got adopted by a dark skinned couple. They are a young couple. They are my new parents. I’m brought to a house with Asian decoration and wooden furniture. They are not poor. It is a big house. The new mother, looks serious. The father looks ok.”

“I felt that I had no freedom in that house. There were a lot of restrictions. There were many children there. I was given a role. My duty is to get money for the family. I was trained to become a beggar. Other children were trained to beg as well.”

“All we had to do was to sit there. My new mother said, because I looked cute, people will give me money. I just needed to sit on the floor. Then, I just pass the money to my new parents. I don't get anything. I don't get enough food also. That’s why I go out to look for food.”

“I just walk back to the road lined with palm trees. I am walking along the road. I am looking for food. I’m hungry. I’m tired. I didn’t miss my parents. I just want food. I just walk out to look for food from other families. If I am lucky, they will give me some food.”

"I didn’t manage to get food. But I don’t feel sad. I am still singing while I’m walking. The road is so dark. It’s midnight. I can’t even see what’s in front. I keep on walking. It’s cold because my shirt is not a proper shirt. I’m skinny. I’m six years old now. I’m still walking." (Client is back to the first scene that she saw in the regression)

Next scene:

"I’m back to the same street. I can see daylight already. There are a lot of working people on the street. It’s a modern town. No one is looking at me. I keep on walking. I’m begging money in the streets. I just say, “Give me money” and gestured with my hand. I didn't get food but I got used to it."

Client automatically went into another past lifetime. Click on link below to read.  

Past lifetime of being sold and forced into child prostitution

Another lifetime in India

Continued from Lifetime in Angkor Wat

Another lifetime in India

They are bricks on both side. There’s a priest. He’s very tall and very fair skinned. He looks very stern. He has black beard and very piercing eyes. But he’s very nice. He has long black hair. Greenish brown eyes. This is a hindu ritual. They have this brick and fire. He’s very tall, 6 feet 3 inches plus. He’s very tall even among the people. He’s dominating everybody there. He doesn’t have to say anything. But he’s very kind. I’m in love with him.

We are from different communities. He is a priest. But we are married. The people all look up to him. I’m very ordinary to look at. But he’s different to look at. He’s stern and no nonsense. I take good care of him. We have a son. He lives until 9 years old. He passes away suddenly. But the priest knew it. He also knew that I wanted to have this baby. So we had this baby. I recognized the baby as my friend in my current life. He was there until 9 years old. He fell ill then he died. But he promised that he’d come back. He told me not to worry that he’d come back.

My husband is the advisor of the particular set of villages there and I take care of the kids there. I teach them. Knowledge is everything. I teach them irrespective of their family background. Everybody sits at the same place. No differentiation. I never let the sorrow of my son to affect my life. After my son passes away, I also use my time meaningfully. I cannot contribute like my husband, so this is what I can do. I want the children to grow up in a healthy environment, with opportunity to learn.

All the mothers there send their kids to me. They children are very happy to learn. They all want to come.  When their mothers come to pick them up, they start crying. I say to them, “No. Discipline is very important. When its time to go, you must go. And you must be very caring and loving to your mother, just like you are to me.”