A short privileged life as an English boy

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 fourth lifetime that he saw in his first session. 

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“I’m a young boy, seven years old, playing, running around chasing butterflies. I see people having a picnic. They are my family. I see my mum and dad.”

“I am white skinned. I have blonde hair. I’m running around chasing a ball. Ivan is my name. I’m English.”

“There’s strawberry jam, butter toasts, teas. It’s in an English garden.”

Next scene:

“I fell into a pond. I was trying to get a ball out of the pond, but I fell into the pond. I tried to put my hands up and tried to stay above the water, but I can’t, I’m drowning.”

“They were a bit too far. Nobody noticed me. They can’t hear me. I’m sinking to the bottom of the water. There’s seaweed at the bottom of the water. I tried to call, “Mummy!”, but I couldn’t.”

“My mother looked beautiful. She’s a duchess. She wore Victorian clothes with a tall beautiful hat.”

“I’m sorry I lived such a short life…..only seven years.”

Leaving the body:

“I’m out of my body. I see this beautiful green lawn, like English manors, I see a pond on the side, and the big tree. I see people entertaining drinking tea, very English-like.”

“I’m floating away. They finally realised that I was drowning. They frantically ran to the pond, lifted me up. My body is lifeless, it is all wet. I’m wearing a blue shorts and white top.”

Reflection:

“I felt that if I hadn't drowned, I would have had privileged education. I would have become somebody. I had a lot of potential that wasn’t fulfilled.”

Note:

It is a normal occurence for people to find themselves leaving the body after death and ‘hover’ above, looking at the happenings down below. 

Read client's other lifetimes here:

1) Operating a teahouse in ancient China

2) Past lifetime as an Emperor's concubine in ancient China

3) Past lifetime in USA - Trekking the Grand Canyon and living a gay lifestyle

Lifetime in Rajasthan, India

Continued from Lifetime in Greece

Lifetime in Rajasthan, India

I am a girl, playing in the sand. I’m wearing colourful clothes. It’s still a white place. There are intricate designs on the walls..

I am 18 years old. I am in Rajasthan. I’m dark skinned. The woman’s daughter is very fair.

The woman’s daughter is getting married to a Rajput prince. He looks nice. He has a tight moustache. He won’t take care of her. He’s very mean. He’s eyeing the girls there. He’s eyeing me. Shame on him. (Client recognizes him as somebody she knows in the current life). Fishy character. She is just crying but he is smiling away in front his friends, looking at the other women. And he is doing it in their matrimonial home. And she is watching from the window. You can see him and his friends and this lady dancing there. She’s watching and crying. I’m her friend. I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to finish him off.

I’m standing next to my friend, and watching this and my anger is rising. I’m standing with my friend at the window, it’s a mesh type window with designs where you can see through. Then there’s this door, the door is closed. We can see them. They don’t care whether we are there or not. And there are 4 persons sitting there. The guy is sitting here, with 3 more friends. There’s a wearing a dark coloured dress, dancing. I don’t blame her. She’s ok. She’s doing her job.

These people are no good. I think I want to kill him. I know I’m going to kill him.

I see that I’ve used the dagger and I’ve killed him. Even in death, he’s very violent and his violence shows on his face. During that time, I have no regrets. (Client recognizes him as someone she knows in current life, and that she doesn’t have a good relationship with this person). Now, I’m being taken away to prison. But anyway, it’s been worth it.

They release me many years later. I’m old now. But I’m tough. I still walk up with my head high and everybody respects me. I’m wearing a white dress, I have a metal thing on my forehead that the people there wear. My hair is covered but it’s white. I’ve put on weight, I’m older. I’m very tough. As I’m walking back, one the street, everyone is bowing to me, not at my feet but just bowing down (slightly). They’re all wearing colourful dresses. They’re all queuing up because they know I’m being released.

I killed him because he made my friend sad. He didn’t take care of her. He caused her sadness. And then, although was married to my friend, he’s eyeing me. I’m actually working in her house, but he treats me more than a friend. I recognize this friend as my current life sister-in-law, whom I’m close to.

My friend married to another man whom I recognized as my current life brother-in-law. My friend is there. She put on weight. She was very happy. They have 3 or 4 children. I saw her happy. My work is done. And then I suddenly collapsed. I’m dead.

Last thought: I’ve done my job. They people are all gathering around me and crying. Crying for what? I have done my job. They should do their job. If they don’t do, then they should cry. They don’t need to cry for me.

Leaving the body

When I come out of my body, I’m still wearing the same dress. I have that silver metal thing on my head. I’m wearing something white. My hands are like feathers but my legs are fizzy, like curves. But the top part is still the same. The Rajasthani ladies always wear the metal thing on their head. Even my friend is wearing it. She’s wearing and orange and green dress. I can see her kids playing there. She and her husband are very happy. Her father is very good. He got her to marry again, otherwise, they (tradition) don’t allow. This is somewhere around 1892. My current life father was her father in law. He took care of her like his own daughter. He got her married to my current life brother. She was a widow. In 1892, he took the courage to marry a widow to his son. She is my current life sister-in-law. They’re all very happy. They never treated her like one grade down. They look upon her so much. She got what she deserves.

She jumped to a Lifetime in Angkor Wat

War time

Client, an Indian national wanted to learn the connection with her family members. She also wanted to explore the cause of feeling deja vu when she visited Greece and Angkor Wat. She went to several lifetimes in one regression session. 

War time

I am outdoors. It’s a mountainous area. It is war time. People are just killing each other with spears and arrows. I’m wearing brown clothing and metal helmet. I’m wearing striped leather sandals. I have big fat toes. My clothes are very rough. Like animal hide. I’m a man. I’m going to die. I’m in a standing position. I don’t feel good. I’m injured at my back. I was stabbed with a dagger and left there. I didn’t see who stabbed me. People are fighting on horses. They are still fighting, still killing each other.

It’s a mountainous area. Barren. There’s sand on the ground and brown black rocks. There’s not much green. There are some tall grass. I’m 45 years old. I’m fighting. But I didn’t want to go. I think it’s a waste and now I’m going to die. I was reluctant to fight. I’m falling down on my knees. I feel that it’s been a waste. This war has been a waste and they are still continuing to kill. I’m very near to my death. I feel that it was a big mistake going to this war. I see the women crying. I don’t have a family. I have two or three tough looking friends. The women and children are still crying. They are dark skinned but we are fair skinned. I’m still in a bent position, knees on the ground.

They invaded us. They came on horseback. They looted the shops on the street. Robbing helpless people. The look like they are from some Arab country. They are all fair and bearded, with turbans.  I can see a man with beard, wearing a turban, on a white horse. The are others running across the street, dragging things out from the shops. I see not so well to do women, very dark skinned, with their kids, all crying.

Then I see myself, hunched down. The sand is hurting my knees and feet already because my knees are on the sand. The sand is hot. There’s a dagger stuck in my back. It’s a small one but it’s done it’s work. I’m hunched and my head is on the ground. I’m a very tough guy. Very tall, 6 feet 2 inches. Very broad. It’s coming to an end. It’s over. This life is over. War continues.

Leaving the body

I’m leaving the body. I feel like a part of me is pulling out of the body, a part of it is still inside. It’s coming out from the head, but part of me is still inside. It’s a brown white thing that’s coming out from my head. I feel myself pulling out from the forehead. But it’s not as easy. I feel it’s like a struggle. I feel mixed. Relief and regret. Relief that this thing that we don’t want is over and the pain is no more there. Regret because it was such a waste.

Transition to the spirit realm

I’m just going up. I can see from up here. I’m about 10 – 15 feet. I’m going up very fast. 

I can see planets. There’s a golden brown planet, as I’m moving up backwards. 

There are planets all around.  But they don’t seem big. I’m still moving backwards. There are many beings around me. I’m just moving and they’re just going about doing their things. 

They’re just brown and white in colour. There are so many of them. Some places there are a few, some places there are many. They are just going about doing their own things.

We have a funny shape. Our arms are look like petal shaped wings. The bottom part is jagged, shaped like fire or waves. I can see so many things. I see the planets. I see these small fellows running around. They’re just like me. I see this purplish blue planet. There is a green and blue planet in front, which is the earth.

Something seems to hit my back. There is a brown wall behind me that stopped me while I was going upwards and backwards. I’m against that wall now. It’s endless everywhere. Except for the wall behind me, after which there’s so many things at the back. The wall is just to hold me back, because I was receding (backwards). If someone pulls down the wall, I will keep going back some more.

So above me, below me and in front of me is like just going on and on. I can see the small turquoise blue and emerald green planet, which is planet earth. I can see a brown and yellow planet and I can see a purple and blue planet there. After that is infinite. After these 2 planets are also infinite. After the earth, the turquoise and the green planet is also infinite. So all around me is infinite. The earth looks small.

Taking rebirth

I’m sliding down. It’s like a funnel pulling me in. I’m still going down. It’s a nice feeling. I’m in somebody’s womb now. I’m 7 or 8 month. It feels nice in the womb. Now I’m kicking. I (My consciousness) came into the womb at the 7th month. 

She then went to a Lifetime in Germany