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Past Life Regression Article

by Morrin Bass

 

…Suddenly, I am feeling very warm, as if I am in a hot desert, and the steamy breeze flushes across my face. “Another hot-flash”, my analytical self stepped in with a thought. I began to follow this thought, “So I am not in hypnosis if I can think,” I thought, and then, I heard the soft voice of my hypnotherapist, ”Relax, and concentrate on the scene” it said calmly, so I did. As soon as I let go of my thought, I felt the hot sun on my shoulders again, as if I had bare shoulders, I got curious, so I looked down and saw my feet in dusty leather sandals worn out but comfortable, I had a fleeting thought, I would not have bought those if I had to choose! Immediately, I was taken by the beautiful view in front of me, the desert was so calm, beautiful white sand and Dark Blue sky, I looked around. There in a distance I saw a small line of a distant caravan passing through. I looked some more; I was part of a village community but sat alone. My clothes were dirty and kind of drab, of no particular color, but I smelled of oils and had love in my heart. In my dirty hands I felt I held a bowl of some misty dust, in front of me there sat a woman and a small child obviously very sickly, and some other people beside her. I must be a healer to this community, I acknowledged myself in my mind.
Immediately, an elaborate chariot stopped by my side, as I was beginning to sing my healing. I stopped and looked at the passenger. He handed me a piece of papyrus rolled in a tube and I took it. But I cannot read, I look at the papyrus, I see hieroglyphic signs and I cannot make anything out of them. The messenger says: The pharaoh wants me immediately in the palace, as he is ill. So I waived for him to wait until I finish with the child, and then I go.
I arrive at a palace, and I walk forward into the building very ceremonially. Parts of my clothes flowing in the wind. My hands and feet being washed by multiple servants. I hold my hands in front of me and I have a string of beads in my right hand and a pitcher with anointing oils in my left hand.
As I conduct my healing to the pharaoh who is ill, I smudge the air with a burning stick and I sing and I dance some elaborate slow moving dance, and I whisper, and I tap his body in certain places.
He opens his eyes…
I am back in my village much older, with gray hair in my face, feeling half away from my body and half present to the picture, but not quite, I know I am dying. I am old and I am tired. I am ready to go. I am glad to leave and with my last breath raising and elevating from the body and floating into the light above. So light and happy. So fulfilled and moving forward. I am done with this life. I have done well and I have done all I wanted.
The light from above is very bright; I just want to follow it forever. All time seems like a current moment. I follow the flow. It seems that I am elevating into eternity.

Soon the light becomes very much brighter. I feel that I am not alone. I look around and see the figures of light, in the light. They are sending me loving energy and signals of appreciation and acceptance. I smile and feel the tears of joy streaming down my face.
I am home.
I am loved.
…Again, I am asked to go back to Earth again.
This time I am reborn to Chicago, and standing on a busy street, I perceive myself a young man in a suit rushing to work. I work at a magazine, I am a journalist. I know what is news. I am running now to make the headline in the next issue of Chicago Tribune!
In the next scene, I am a middle-aged man sitting in his study room, smoking a cigar. I am in bad physical shape. I am old and grey. I am reading a magazine copy and stretch my arm to pick up the phone, when the sharp pain in my chest shocks me and the cigar falls out of my hand.
I have everything I want. I had build an empire in publishing, since I was a young journalist, I have traveled the world, now I own a magazine, I live in a large home in Chicago. I am married with two kids. My wife is a pretty and nurturing woman, but I don’t know my wife in my current life, I am happy to learn that my kids are well off. Suddenly I realize their energies are familiar to me, ahha! They are my current parents, my current mother is my son in the past life, and my current father is my daughter in my past life. (Now I get it that I am so nurturing to my parents in this life!) My daughter is slightly older, and she is adorable with her beautiful dark red hair, and playful character. My son is a bit reserved, but loving nonetheless.
I ask them why they chose to return with me and in such different capacity. They answer readily. My son (my current father) explains my lessons I am learning in this life, as I in my past life was never present to my kids (always working), not available physically and emotionally to my wife.
There I lay in bed dying and the kids and wife are at my side. My soul elevates to the ceiling and I watch them feeling the loss, and try to comfort them, but I don’t have time so I move onto the next level into the light, to meet my guidance and to go to the next assignment.
Returning to Earth another time.
She is a sixteen-year-old girl, living in a large family home in the suburbs of New York.
She is just about to get married; She wears a pink dress and feel that she is loved by her husband to be. She has an underlying feeling on uncertainty.

Later in that life she is a painter and I have a large room she uses as a studio remade from a green house we had near the cottage they live in. She paints beautiful pictures of flowers and portraits. She is absorbed in creating my paintings and preparing for an exhibition.
In the next scene She has a small baby on my arm, and her husband is in the room, but the feeling is that he is absent.
She is in her studio trying to finish a painting and nurse the baby at the same time. Husband is busy reading a paper.
She asks him for help. He is dressing to leave for a business meeting. Here are the lessons of that life on that life; a conversation with her husband, who leaves her standing at the door crying.
In a while I learn that she still pursues painting and still goes through with the exhibition and it is a total success.
She is a recognized artist painter and she is in love with her life now.
In the next life, the woman is a dancer in a cabaret, totally giving herself to the art of dancing, and performing on stage. Unattached, very young and moving sooo easily. She speeds up her delivery: “ I watch myself move on stage. I feel myself on stage. If only I knew this feeling before I stopped dancing in current life. I would be able to be so much more! All lights are on! I am so excited, at the top of the world! How many times in this current life I was stopped for my fear of public speaking. I bet this movement I am dancing right now will be helpful with my hip pain in my current life… Let me remember this one….”
The next one is entertaining. She is in front of the standing tri-mirror powdering my face and my high décolleté, noticing the high quality lace décor on my silk dress, shiny and softly whispering when I move. The puffy bottom of the dress covers more lacy undergarments, and the funniest looking shoes! I feel the clanging sounds of metal and a man walks into my room, sword at his side, his epaulettes and uniform is new and bright. He is the general of my army and I am the czarina of All Russia Catherine the Great. Wait, not the czarina herself, but her close duchess. So what the man is after me as well as after the czarina? I ask him how he feels about me. I see myself flirting shamelessly and then the picture transitions into a blur of dirty dark underground cellar and cold bone chilling sickening effect of a long living in a tower.
Or another experience with the parents. Trying to fly to Florida to see them, I am on the plane by myself. Sudden turbulence and the rush and the panic all around. I hit my head on the seat in front of me and my soul elevates upward into the light while the body trapped in the crashing plane disappears under the heavy waters of the ocean. This will explain my migraines in the current life, won’t it? By dying this quickly, I left two kids behind and a beloved husband. Abandoning them. Trying to come back to learn my lessons to be reborn two years later after the catastrophe.
My clients came back with such distinct information as the number on the forearm for the concentration camps in the Ukraine, and were able later to trace the name and the family of the person who they were in that previous life.
Some others saw their own portrait in a gallery of portraits and the name under it and were able to look it up in the library only to confirm that they were who they discovered themselves in the past life, the researcher in the field they currently have no interest in, in the 18th century England.
Some clients have an experience in very vivid pictures and are able to fast forward quickly and go through quite a few lives in one three-hour session.
Others have a slow recall, and are curious about details, pay more attention to the specifics and the lessons in each life more closely.
Yet, some others, feel that this is a very entertaining activity, to visit their past lives, and just enjoy the ride, and in the end come out refreshed with new knowledge and renewed vitality and love for their current life. Past lives regression has this effect on us.
IMAGINE YOU CAN HAVE A LIFE REVIEW LIKE THESE?
WHO WERE YOU IN YOUR PAST LIVES?
The most frequent questions I get from my inquiring clients are;
So did you have past lives?
Who were you in your past lives?
Did you meet your relatives in your past lives?
What kind of experience have you had in your past lives?
Who were you in the most recent previous past life?
How is your life affected by knowing your past lives?

The answers are easy, but everyone has a different experience so you will have different answers. Perhaps you will meet you soul mate in your past life, and experience the most profound love for another human being, not known to you in this life. How would that change your experience in this life? How will it change your choices in this life?
Perhaps you experience a great success in one of your past lives? Maybe you were an entrepreneur, a businessman, had a happy family, or a lot of money, maybe you were the Queen Cleopatra after all?
What if you were an average peasant, or a poor painter never have experienced recognition, or even had a good meal. What if your life ended early, perhaps due to a disease or a wound, or an accident?
Knowing the circumstances of such events and being able to learn about the lessons from your past life experiences is a great learning tool, helping us make decisions in this life. Your hypnotherapist will make sure you understand your past life lessons, and will assist you in decoding the metaphoric language of your higher subconscious memories from the past.
You are on your way to learning and implementing the knowledge for the benefit of changing your present life toward a more desirable outcome in this current life.
Suppose you were a forward-looking revolutionary, ending up in prison, beheaded at the guillotine.
Now you may become aware where you neck pains come from, and perhaps your inability to express yourself, your views, due to fear of being reprimanded.
Your neck pains gone, you are stepping into a new chapter in your current life, beginning to trust that you are safe, and you will be heard. You may even develop the “old” skill of speaking in front of public, and become recognized.
Suppose you have frequent headaches and want to get rid of them.
Ask to be regressed to a past life, which affected you in this sense. Perhaps you were a Native American climbing mountains and leading the tribe, and at the age of 32 had got an arrow into your head and died from that wound. That was your headache cause and now it may be gone. Never have a headache again. Wouldn’t it be nice?
Have a past life regression and have your own unique experience.
You will learn and benefit. Your hypnotherapist will guide you and will help you interpret the metaphors from the past life, leading you into your more purposeful more enjoyable living in your current life.


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