A past life regression memoir

September 21, 2017

awakeninglove

I was deriving astonishing stuff from number of sub conscious minds everyday breaklessly and finding no time to sit and contemplate about one story or one turn in a case.

“By the way, I am working on an interesting case and you can read the notes if you want.”

 

“What is the case about?”

 

Past life regression case study: Emma’s case

 

“That was a pretty pen you dropped, Wish I could pick it up for you.”

 

A young lady on wheel chair at my clinic’s door smiled. Clad in grey western knee length gown, spangled with a light silver chain on her top appeared like a modern corporate emblem to me.

 

“Oh, please come in.” I picked up the pen and welcomed her by removing the chairs in front of my table.

 

I saw her only in the photo icon of the emails she had written to me.

 

Emma, a pretty lady in her late twenties, a visible charm on an unsmiling face even.

 

Complaints – Kidney failure, thalassemia, cancer of the throat and dislocation of hip.

 

“So from where should we start?” She threw communally to me.

 

And before I could say anything she blazed.

 

“Do you really think it is going to work and we are not going to waste each other’s time?”

 

“That I cannot predict until I know your scale of willingness to heal yourself.”

 

Silence.

 

“Oh yes. I read on internet – hypnotherapy works only if the person understands it completely and works on oneself continuously. I do agree and indeed, have already done lot of research on this before coming to you.” She responded accepting and took the water bottle out from her bag.

 

A complete businesswoman.

 

Research and doubts.

 

“Perfect!”

 

“Hey. I’m little skeptical about the procedure. You know….I saw some videos and they got me more muddled. You see… doctors tagged me as a complicated case. I am on this wheel chair for a year now….almost quit my job of a magazine editor in America. I was at peak of my career…and now I just cannot move. Eating heaps of medicines every day and undergone numerous surgeries till now. You can have a look of this.”

 

She placed her medical file on the table.

 

I pointed to the wall note- “Myths about Hypnosis”.

 

“Tell me if your doubts are apart from these pointers.”

 

The note fluttered meek in front of her sharp eyes.

 

She read and drank more water.

 

“I understand. But it is quite mesmerizing! Isn’t it?” She hesitated again.

 

“You know what? This is what exactly Franz Anton Mesmer called it”mesmerism”.”

 

“Sorry? Franz Anton…. who??”

 

“Franz Anton a German physician, an amateur astronomer who founded hypnotic modality and named it “mesmerism”.”

 

“A physician, an astronomer founded hypnotherapy….? I never knew this.”

 

“Well kind of. It was just a beginning with Franz. Later actually it was a Scottish gentleman, a surgeon James Braid did lot of revolutionary work. The first genuine hypnotherapist. We call him “the father of modern hypnotism”.  But well…truth is the real fathers were here in India for centuries….since vedik era…Not only fathers but the grandfathers…..our ancient sages, the real scientists who had done the deepest research on human mind and beyond long ago and close the books. But who opens those books until it’s redirected to us in a western cover.”

 

“I agree …how old are you?” She looked at me awestruck.

 

I remember me standing out of high school in cold, searching my color book in mom’s closet, climbing on the hall’s window to see dad coming home, looking at the road-roller and black birds on the power cables or exchanging exotic sweets from kitchen with friends like jeggary with fennel, imagining my dog Shanu growing bigger than me and hissing fire.

 

First session of complete case receiving and rapport building went good.

 

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Emma was quite enthusiastic about the “real” session and the entire science.

 

Emma took an appointment after two days.

 

The day arrived.

 

We had decided to work on cellular level.

 

This time Emma’s younger brother Aman accompanied her.

 

Aman helped Emma to be in the recliner. He picked her up in his arms and put in the recliner.
She looked slightly at ease…closed her eyes…and took a deep breath…..opened her eyes and asked Aman to wait outside.

 

Emma brought a recorder of her own this time.

 

“I am so enthusiastic about each session now. Just want to remember how I worked on myself. A real surgery must be on my records as well!” She smiled gloriously.

 

“Why not!”

 

We put her pink cute recorder in the recliner’s pocket.

And here Emma reached back in one of the relevant past lives. A past life she lived before on planet, a root for her current life status quo.

 

Emma started crying softly, saying, “I knew this. I can see you.”

 

For the first time she extended her hand out of the recliner and grabbed my hand.

 

I slurred, “What? Me?”

 

“Yes, you are looking at me. You look like a priestess clad in yellow attire…Huge building, stairs….”

 

“Where? Where are you? Focus on yourself.”

 

She broke into tears.

 

“I am not well here. I am in pain. A soldier, wounded I am. Oh Maa…I am in sheer pain….blood….all over…..Oh god….my tail bone …..It is half cut…. bleeding….my eye lashes dripped in blood…my scalp is bleeding too…you are giving me water…I screamed in pain….oh no…oh my body…..do not touch me…You….No….You are pure…do not get your hands dirty…” She pushed my hand away.

 

She screamed like a goat at the purgatory. She caught her hip with both of her hands, shuddering her head right and left….She kept on screaming.

 

It shook me a bit.

 

But I broke the rule. I put my hand on her head. (A therapist is never allowed to touch a client without permission.)

 

“Do not worry. I am there with you. Tell me what happened to you? Look at me.” I whispered in her ears.

 

“No, you keep away from me. I am a sinner. I kill people. I rape women. I am no good man. You are good and kind. Go away please.” She yelled and then pleaded with closed eyes.

 

No pushing of my hand this time.

 

“Hmm…I can see that. Good or bad we decide later. Much blood ya…? Much pain in you…Let us fix this first. ”  

 

“Ya…you are doing something, you are pouring water on my wounds….I …I am screaming…it is hurting but you are composed….and….and ….Pouring something liquid on me now with a jug…..I want to say something but my throat is also injured badly…. Ahhhh……”

 

I wiped the sweat on her forehead.

 

“You are very kind to me. Why? Let me die. I do not wish to live with this impaired body. I was young, robust, chivalrous….all my glory….Oh no….they took it away….Everything…Let me die….”

 

“They? Who? Who did it to you?”

 

“My fella’s. They thought I was sleeping. But I never sleep. I remain alert. Always ready to fight…I earned all that money….How could I not fight…but they betrayed….my fellows…..my army men…I trusted….wrong I did….”

 

“I do not want this body, I hate this blood flowing all over me…spoiling my splendor…my gallant history…I could have ruled the kingdom…but they did not give me a chance…they cut me into pieces for a handful gold….Oh….Nothing is left….Nothing….Lord… ….”

 

The hatred for self, deep guilt, resentment and rejection for life was released during the long session. Kidney is the seat for deep regret and Emma’s all physical disorders were the reflections of her buried past life memories.

I made the notes as the session progressed and concluded with Emma’s float calm, content and relaxed face.

 “Wasn’t it very imaginative, inventive, or original?”

 

“I leave that to you.”

I gave her home assignments so she could retain the fresh mental work and reprogram the subconscious gradually.
I again start reviewing my clinical work. Rebellious human minds were attuning themselves in front of me just to suspend things once they had recommended to themselves. A thousand little things, not separately to be described. Ah, what a grace this job is! 🙂

 

Love

Romshri Ashesh

Awakening Love Academy