relief

“What do you see?” she asked me.

“My feet.” I replied.

I was looking down at my sandal clad feet. Old, worn leather sandals with straps. The ground was dry, sandy with rocks scattered about and boulders. I was sitting on a boulder looking at my feet. I was wearing some sort of homespun garment and those were men's feet. I was a man.

This was how my past life regression started out.

I was, at that time, going through a rough emotional patch, having been shunned by my main social group and I was having a hard time making sense of it. My friend Renee suggested this session to see if maybe we could find the underlying cause or stimulus. Renee lives close to the veil. She is very sensitive to the ether. And she had recently gone through an intensive workshop to learn and utilize this technique (not hypnosis) in her role as a therapist.

“How do you feel?” she asked me.

“Sad, full of guilt and remorse.” I replied.

“Why are you feeling that way?” she asked.

“I don't know.”

She had me go back farther.

“Where are you now?” she asked.

“I'm sitting on a low wall in my village.” Maybe a small town. It's dusty, the wall is stone. There seem to be people passing by. We might be in a public area, I'm not really sure. I'm talking to someone next to me. There has been a theft and I know who did it. I indulge in a bit of gossip, I let this little bit of information, the name, slip to the person with whom I am talking, a person whom I trust. I tell all this to Renee.

“What happens next?” she prompts when I stop talking.

I'm walking on the road and I turn into a property, walking through a gap in the low wall into the open space in front of the small house. The wall is stone, the house is stone and mud brick perhaps. It is my house. I am standing there in the courtyard or maybe sitting when a young man comes running with the news that our friend, the thief, was found out, caught and sentenced to death, put to death. I walk out, away from the village.

And that is why I am sitting on the boulder, contemplating my betrayal.

Afterwards, Renee and I were both surprised, considering the situation that had been preying on me, that this vignette did not really seem to have anything to do with my current situation. It did however have meaning for me, gave me a deeper understanding of some part of me. At the end of the session she had asked me to visualize my guardian angel for guidance but unlike some people I have never felt the presence of a guardian angel. Instructed to relax and empty my mind, a living person's image came to me, a friend, someone I admire, with a bit of advice. Well, not advice so much so much as truth. And that bit of truth released me from a mental burden or perhaps, allowed me to release myself.

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