Roy SkillenMy Past Life Experience (LINK)
April 18th 2008 01:13
For a while now I have been excited about being taken back through history with past life regression. What will I see and experience? Was I rich, famous or part of one of history’s greatest ever turning points? You hear and read about all these people who are taken back to find out that they were kings and queens even Cleopatra or Alexander the great, it was these stories that have intrigued me and fuled my interest. But that was all that compelled me, interest and intrigue.
As I researched the subject further I soon found that interest wasn’t enough and that therapists will not take you back just because you’re nosy. They actually use it as a healing tool to clear your mind of any blockages. These blockages can include such things as fear of commitment or troubles with money, anything that seems to be blocking you from your current life’s true goals. It was this information which meant that for me to be taken back I would have to do some serious soul searching to find what was blocking my life.
After contemplating all my life’s turning points I discovered something interesting. Whenever I have been close to any sort of major achievement everything has always seemed to go wrong, I could never get that final break. I had always put this down to bad luck or blamed someone else, but I was beginning to realise that I had sabotaged my own chances, usually washing them down with a few pints of beer in the pub. I won’t go in to full details of what I have done, but good quality jobs with good futures, chances to play soccer and to tour England with a pretty good band have all past me by. These things were massive dreams of mine, but at that last moment just as you need to take that risk or put in some extra effort it all caved in. Even now as I try to make it as a writer, with a few published articles behind me I should be pushing myself even more by putting in that extra effort and writing every day. But I am still making excuses to close down my computer and crack open a beer. Not to the same extent that I used to but it still slows me down, I feel as if a good career is there for the taking but for some reason I don’t seem to want to take that next step. I have no answer for why I do this type of thing or why I have done it practically throughout my whole life, but maybe looking in to my past lives would give me the answer.
I was really nervous when I arrived for my session, a bit like a big kid I was nervous that for me it wouldn’t work or that I might witness some terrible death scene that would scar me and take me years to get over. But deep down I was excited and hoping to be taken on some amazing journey as John Lennon or at the very least be some sort of historic hero.
This initial buzz of excitement and nerves quickly vanished though and disappointment set in as the session began. I was asked to lay down close my eyes, take deep breaths and imagine walking through a beautiful garden. I just couldn’t see how this method was going to work, but I was determined to give it my best shot so I tried to do exactly as I was told. Concentrating on my breathing, imagining the trees, the path, the grass even the breeze against my face, but all the while I couldn’t get it out of my head a feeling of being let down, there was no way this was going to work. After counting backwards from 100 my therapist Amanda Hanel brought me to a door at the end of my path and after asking the sprit guides to take me to a past life to answer my life’s question she asked me to walk through the door and tell her what I saw, I saw nothing. She began to ask me for small details like what did my shoes look like and what was my name. Before coming I had expected the experience to be like watching a movie, I had expected that I would be able to see intricate details and watch without emotion, I was wrong. When she asked me my name the feeling was almost instant, Michael, I was Michael from when or where I wasn’t sure but as she asked me more questions a life began to appear before my eyes. Although the movie like experience never eventuated immense emotional feelings and a few clear photograph like memories did. When I was taken to my home it was huge, huge big rooms and big expensive furniture, but despite this obvious success in my career I had never felt more alone. There was no one around, no wife and no kids just a large empty house. The one thing I was drawn to was a large white fireplace on top of which stood a framed picture of a little girl. Although I felt it was my daughter there was definitely no connection I felt totally empty. My job was another great mystery, my success was obvious with the big house and I always saw myself wearing smart suits, but every time I tried to picture where I worked all I saw were cobbled streets like I was wondering around aimlessly and in my heart I felt betrayed by the people I had worked with. I had lost my job and now had nothing, the loneliness was so hard to take I could feel my stomach churning and I was angry about the waste that my life had become. Already overcome by these emotions I was then taken to the scene of my death; I could see myself lying down with people busying themselves around me. I was in hospital and looked old, but I certainly wasn’t afraid in fact I felt serene, happy almost. As I described this scene to Amanda who was guiding me through she asked me if there was anyone else present other than the doctors, anyone that was sad to see me going. My stomach and my heart instantly jumped in to mouth, and my eyes welled up. Standing outside the room watching me was a woman, she was a lot younger than me and it wasn’t a teenage bride or just a close friend there was no doubt it was my daughter. As I passed away I was so happy she was there, I was happy that she had forgiven me, for what I am not sure, but the fact that we had patched up our chequered past filled me with pure joy. My life had not been a total waste I had brought this beautiful woman in to the world and I knew she would go on to do great things. It was then that Amanda brought me back, my heart was racing and I still couldn’t shake these intense emotions and I still had tears in my eyes.
This whole experience was so unexpected; no amount of research could have prepared me for what happened, but what does this all say about my life’s blockage? What does this say about the reason I was taken back? As Michael I had material success big house, lots of money etc, but it brought me nothing but loneliness. I didn’t make up with my only daughter until my death bed and it was this moment that brought me happiness. Amanda and I discussed this and we both thought that a fear of success, a fear of being alone exactly like Michael is the reason I sabotage all my opportunities in this life.
Whether what I experienced was really a past a life, a look deep into my subconscious or a story that I all ready had planned in my head and I guess I will never know. But what I do know is that this was a very emotional experience that has made me look at my life in a different more positive way, and if there is anything in the world that can do that it is definitely worth experiencing.
As I researched the subject further I soon found that interest wasn’t enough and that therapists will not take you back just because you’re nosy. They actually use it as a healing tool to clear your mind of any blockages. These blockages can include such things as fear of commitment or troubles with money, anything that seems to be blocking you from your current life’s true goals. It was this information which meant that for me to be taken back I would have to do some serious soul searching to find what was blocking my life.
After contemplating all my life’s turning points I discovered something interesting. Whenever I have been close to any sort of major achievement everything has always seemed to go wrong, I could never get that final break. I had always put this down to bad luck or blamed someone else, but I was beginning to realise that I had sabotaged my own chances, usually washing them down with a few pints of beer in the pub. I won’t go in to full details of what I have done, but good quality jobs with good futures, chances to play soccer and to tour England with a pretty good band have all past me by. These things were massive dreams of mine, but at that last moment just as you need to take that risk or put in some extra effort it all caved in. Even now as I try to make it as a writer, with a few published articles behind me I should be pushing myself even more by putting in that extra effort and writing every day. But I am still making excuses to close down my computer and crack open a beer. Not to the same extent that I used to but it still slows me down, I feel as if a good career is there for the taking but for some reason I don’t seem to want to take that next step. I have no answer for why I do this type of thing or why I have done it practically throughout my whole life, but maybe looking in to my past lives would give me the answer.
I was really nervous when I arrived for my session, a bit like a big kid I was nervous that for me it wouldn’t work or that I might witness some terrible death scene that would scar me and take me years to get over. But deep down I was excited and hoping to be taken on some amazing journey as John Lennon or at the very least be some sort of historic hero.
This initial buzz of excitement and nerves quickly vanished though and disappointment set in as the session began. I was asked to lay down close my eyes, take deep breaths and imagine walking through a beautiful garden. I just couldn’t see how this method was going to work, but I was determined to give it my best shot so I tried to do exactly as I was told. Concentrating on my breathing, imagining the trees, the path, the grass even the breeze against my face, but all the while I couldn’t get it out of my head a feeling of being let down, there was no way this was going to work. After counting backwards from 100 my therapist Amanda Hanel brought me to a door at the end of my path and after asking the sprit guides to take me to a past life to answer my life’s question she asked me to walk through the door and tell her what I saw, I saw nothing. She began to ask me for small details like what did my shoes look like and what was my name. Before coming I had expected the experience to be like watching a movie, I had expected that I would be able to see intricate details and watch without emotion, I was wrong. When she asked me my name the feeling was almost instant, Michael, I was Michael from when or where I wasn’t sure but as she asked me more questions a life began to appear before my eyes. Although the movie like experience never eventuated immense emotional feelings and a few clear photograph like memories did. When I was taken to my home it was huge, huge big rooms and big expensive furniture, but despite this obvious success in my career I had never felt more alone. There was no one around, no wife and no kids just a large empty house. The one thing I was drawn to was a large white fireplace on top of which stood a framed picture of a little girl. Although I felt it was my daughter there was definitely no connection I felt totally empty. My job was another great mystery, my success was obvious with the big house and I always saw myself wearing smart suits, but every time I tried to picture where I worked all I saw were cobbled streets like I was wondering around aimlessly and in my heart I felt betrayed by the people I had worked with. I had lost my job and now had nothing, the loneliness was so hard to take I could feel my stomach churning and I was angry about the waste that my life had become. Already overcome by these emotions I was then taken to the scene of my death; I could see myself lying down with people busying themselves around me. I was in hospital and looked old, but I certainly wasn’t afraid in fact I felt serene, happy almost. As I described this scene to Amanda who was guiding me through she asked me if there was anyone else present other than the doctors, anyone that was sad to see me going. My stomach and my heart instantly jumped in to mouth, and my eyes welled up. Standing outside the room watching me was a woman, she was a lot younger than me and it wasn’t a teenage bride or just a close friend there was no doubt it was my daughter. As I passed away I was so happy she was there, I was happy that she had forgiven me, for what I am not sure, but the fact that we had patched up our chequered past filled me with pure joy. My life had not been a total waste I had brought this beautiful woman in to the world and I knew she would go on to do great things. It was then that Amanda brought me back, my heart was racing and I still couldn’t shake these intense emotions and I still had tears in my eyes.
This whole experience was so unexpected; no amount of research could have prepared me for what happened, but what does this all say about my life’s blockage? What does this say about the reason I was taken back? As Michael I had material success big house, lots of money etc, but it brought me nothing but loneliness. I didn’t make up with my only daughter until my death bed and it was this moment that brought me happiness. Amanda and I discussed this and we both thought that a fear of success, a fear of being alone exactly like Michael is the reason I sabotage all my opportunities in this life.
Whether what I experienced was really a past a life, a look deep into my subconscious or a story that I all ready had planned in my head and I guess I will never know. But what I do know is that this was a very emotional experience that has made me look at my life in a different more positive way, and if there is anything in the world that can do that it is definitely worth experiencing.
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