“Should I Marry Him?” A Past Life Regression Story
“Should I marry him?”
That was the first thing Sara blurted out as she walked in and flopped onto the chair.
I smiled. “I’m not a psychic—I do past life regression. But tell me more.”
She sighed. “Jacob and I have been together for, I don’t know, five, maybe six years? We moved in three years ago. All my friends are married, and it just feels like… maybe it’s time? But I’m not sure.”
“How’s the relationship feel to you?” I asked gently.
“Well, some days it flows. There’s this deep, familiar vibe like we’ve known each other forever. But other days…” she paused, then laughed. “He drives me insane sometimes. I either want to strangle him or run away.”
“Okay,” I said, “let’s ask your inner “computer”—your subconscious—to take us to a past life that includes Jacob, to help us understand the relationship today. Maybe we can get some insight to help you decide.
“Sounds good. I’ve got nothing to lose.”
The Journey Back
We started the induction. Her breathing slowed. Her voice softened.
“I’m… in Egypt. I think.” she said. “Yes—there are pyramids. I’m in some kind of mystery school, training to be a high priestess. I love it. My passion is to serve my people. I’m about 18 or 19.”
Her face lit up. “It feels like I’m finally doing what I came here to do. I’m of service. It’s beautiful.”
“Let’s move forward,” I said.
Suddenly, her energy shifted. “No way. I won’t marry him!” she snapped.
“What’s happening?”
“My father’s forcing me to marry an old man—he’s rich, powerful. But I won’t do it. I can’t. It would destroy everything I believe in.”
“Look into the man’s eyes. Do you recognize him from your current life?” There was a long silence.
“No. Freaking. Way. It’s… Jacob!.” She sat in silence, stunned.
“What happens next?” I asked softly.
“The next night, I commit suicide,” she said flatly.
“How did you do this?” I asked curiously
“I used my personal snake—he’s trained not to harm me. But I said the magic words, and he bit me.”
Her voice was quiet but steady. “My father found my body the next morning, and was very upset with me. I don’t care. I’d rather die than give up my calling.
“And what about Jacob?”
“I know he loved me and would have taken good care of me but I wanted to dedicate my life to spirit.” She elaborated.
The Dilemma
I asked if she could see how this might relate to her current life.
She nodded slowly. “I’m an artist. I make jewelry—really imaginative, weird, intuitive stuff. And I think I’m afraid… that becoming a wife and a mom means losing that part of me.”
There it was.
But the session wasn’t over yet.
The Fisherman & The Sea Turtle
“Anything else?” I asked.
Suddenly, the scene changed. “I’m on a tiny boat,” she whispered. “There’s water everywhere. I’m in Armenia, in 1576. I’m a fisherman. An old man. Alone.”
“Do you have any family?” I probed, remembering the issue we are trying to resolve.
“No. Never married. Just me and the sea.” Silence again.
“Okay.” My mind froze. What’s now? And why is she seeing this?
Then she said, “This is weird. There’s a sea turtle following my boat. It is always with me.”
“Look at the turtle. Do you recognize it?”
Another pause.
“Oh my God. Not again. It’s Jacob. He was the turtle!”
Tears welled in her eyes. I gave her some time to absorb.
“Why did he choose to be a turtle?” I asked.
She took a deep breath. “Since I didn’t have any relatives, I guess. That was the only way he could be around me in this solitary life.” She said quietly, understanding the meaning of it. “He must have loved me deeply.” she continued.
“And maybe… he still does.”
Sara was very quiet.
Back to This Life
I got her back out of the hypnosis into full awareness.
As she came out of the session, she sat quietly for a while, then grinned.
“Wow, I have to call my husband and tell him he was a sea turtle.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Did you just say husband?”
She blinked. “Wait… did I? Wow. I guess I did.”
She laughed, eyes wide.
“I think I just got my answer.”
Final Thought
Whether you believe in past lives or not, sometimes the stories inside us—the ones we don’t consciously remember—hold the key to questions logic can’t answer.