I told you last week that I’d experienced a past life regression hypnosis session and that the results were tasty nummy. That night, I wrote down all I could remember and I’m going to share it with you across the blog this week. I sure would like to hear from you via the comments below. I get lonely just blogging into the void, although my life is so full and fulfilling right now, it’s not as intense as it was before the regression session. Here’s the first part of the story.
This afternoon, I went to Big Bear to meet Mary Douglass, a past life regression hypnotist. I have skepticism going into this and yet I am drawn to it. Mary and I chat to get acquainted and then I settle into an extremely comfortable chair with a lovely down comforter over me to keep me warm while I’m “under.”
The guiding begins in a warm, sunny meadow with a meandering path through it. I am asked to notice a trash can. It’s empty. I can put anything in there that I’ve been dragging along all my life because I no longer need it. I leave my sense of being too fat, of my disagreements with Bunny, of not feeling loved by my siblings. I begin to walk away from the trash can and Mary says, look backwards. A trash truck is picking up the trash can and taking it away forever.
I proceed down the path and she asks me to think back to a time right before this life experience where I was about to leave my previous life experience. I see myself as an old woman lying in bed. My spirit stands up out of that body and walks into the light. It was easy, effortless and going into the light was exhilarating. Mary said each experience is like that.
She asked me to look at a map of the world and picture a spot where I felt drawn. It was on the northern part of France or the southern part of Germany. I’m unsure even if those two countries have a border, but that was my sense. I saw some soldiers – they looked like knights. Mary asked me when it was and I answered 13th century. Later in the session the date 1239 or 1289 came to me – not sure which one. I was 13 years old a young girl with long blond hair. I think the knight was my father. I felt very friendly and protected by him. Then I was at the bottom of a set of stairs that led up to a parapet on a large manor type home or maybe it was a castle. A big burly man was there. He had on a burgundy velvet cape with ermine trim. He had brown hair and a beard. He walked down the steps and took my hand. His name was Charles. I walked up with him and we entered a large room with long tables and dogs running around and dozens of people in it. It was some sort of a banquet. I sat in a chair to the man’s right hand. His was a big chair with gold. Mine was a smaller version.
We must have married because soon, there was a little boy in the picture. He was about 3.4 ft tall when I first saw him and he had light brown curly hair. And then there was a girl baby. She had the most wonderful light emanating from her blankets and body as I held her. The little boy tugged at my skirts and looked up at me.
Is that fascinating or what? Stay tuned. More tomorrow. At long last, the sense of obesity I’ve carried for years is diminishing. And interestingly enough, so is my weight. Hummm? Can you see the connection?
Love,
Pat
