I thought that I'd share some of my own experiences with past life regression. My first introduction was through Sylvia Browne's books that I started to read about twelve years ago. Coming from a firm, fundamental Christian background the idea that I might have lived on this earth before was strictly TABOO! The introduction had to be a slow one for me and something that happened over time.
As my personal spiritual practice grew, I eventually decided to try a past life regression and was thrilled to find out that the therapist that I had seen while going through my divorce also worked with past life regression. Like most people, I wasn't sure why I wanted to do it, and I wasn't sure what I would find. I also wondered if I would find anything. I admit that I was skeptical.
Here's part one:
My first experience was an intense one. It took some time for me to relax, but once I "got" there, I was REALLY there! I saw myself as an older teenage girl of Indian descent. Not American Indian, but perhaps from somewhere in India, though the place of my birth was not to be revealed to me during that regression. I was in a small village and the houses were thatched and located on a cliff near an ocean. I guessed that it was a Norse village based on the clothing that I saw some of the men wearing.
I knew that I had been brought to this village from a far away land when I was very young. The Norse men had plundered the place of my birth and killed it's inhabitants. It was not clear to me why I had not been killed, though I understood that I had been only a baby when it happened and perhaps that was the reason that my captor had taken pity on me. There was a man sitting outside of my hut and I knew him to be the man that had brought me to this village. He was a sailor and was often gone, and what I felt was intense resentment that he so often left me here in the village. The villagers would not talk to me or acknowledge me because I looked different than they did. I was basically an outcast and lived a very lonely existence when he was out to sea.
Just for the record, we had no sexual relationship. It was more one of father and daughter. I wanted to go with him and he refused saying that women did not go to sea. I knew that he worried about my fate if I were to go, but I so hated being left behind that I didn't care. This argument had occurred many times and although he was with me at the hut, I knew he would soon leave and I felt absolute rage toward him.
As my regression progressed, I saw that I remained in the village and became somewhat of a medicine woman. I spent long hours in the woods by the sea and developed a keen sense of the healing properties of plants. I remained a village outcast, but was also respected for my knowledge and the villagers paid for my services. Eventually, my "father" died and I remained in this village my entire life. I died alone. I felt that I hadn't belonged in this village, but there was a sense of acceptance upon my death and I didn't feel lonely.
Part two to follow!
Cheryl