Past Life Regression and Resultant Weight Loss - Part 2
Welcome back!
Were you able to read the last post? It’s in 2009 Project - Don’t Diet With Me off to the right.
And here’s part two of that story:
In the next scene, I was in a coach trimmed with gold, a team of six horses with white plumes in their trappings and we were going to Spain to a wedding. There were many others traveling in our party with us, and dogs came too. When we got to the castle, I saw a very elegant lady smiling graciously down at my husband and me. She had the most beautiful gown on. It was gold and somewhat stiff, not soft like lame. Her crown was spectacular and had a very wide diameter at the top. From the tips of the crown, a gossamer veil draped down under her chin and up to the crown at the other side. She was my husband’s sister. I’m not sure who was getting married, but for sure we were there.
Along about here in the story, I became aware of flags. They were banners that were triangular shaped with a forked end. They had a gold or yellow border, with a blue field that had gold crosses in it. Somewhere on the banner were three black crosses and a German eagle with one head and it was holding crossed arrows in it’s talons. There was a bit or red in there somewhere but I couldn’t quite get where.
We returned home. A man came to our estate and he and I had wonderful, spiritually deep talks. He wore a brown hat that looked like a dunce’s cap and the habit of the Franciscans. I frequently spent hours sitting at the fireplace with him and enjoying our talks enormously. The children grew up and then my husband died at age 57. I lived to be 76 and I ran the estate after he passed along. I died peacefully in my bed surrounded by my daughter and her children and my son. I did not see a family with him.
Throughout the session, Mary asked me if any of those characters were people I knew in this life experience. The little boy was Thad. I knew that one for sure. I think the monk was Bob Butler. And my husband is where I grew my fondness for beefy men. He was a tasty chunk.
Mary asked me what was in this past life that came forward to me to answer my initial question “Why am I fat?” and I saw it! I saw that in this life, I’ve held a mistaken conception that I was the cause of my parent’s poverty and that poverty was to be my lot too. In that past life, I saw how wonderfully I’d been provided for. No worry; no fear; no disturbance. Pure trust. And due to my own unfoldment in this life, I know that abundance is the fact. So I got to really see, sense and feel what abundance felt like and knew that I’d never want. In fact, I’d really never wanted ever. So I could give up on the pushing extra food down myself out of fear of there not being enough and could return instead to that wonderful sense of abundance.
And then Mary brought me back to the room. She said that no one she’d ever regressed had gone in so easily, brought back so much detail so readily, or seen the points as well as I had. Well, I felt so good about what had happened that her words were just frosting on that cake.
This isn’t the end of my evening though, by any means. I had to hurry home to speak with Ron W, a man I’d met in a teleclass series. Ron is about to become my Virtual Assistant client, but we had spirituality in common. Ron’s method completely blasted away my old “I am fat” idea. The miracle of miracles. That’ll be in the next post. Y’all stay tuned, you hear?
Love,
Pat
Tags: I am fat, past life regression, weight loss
