Fear of Success – Past Life Story
Fear of Success – Past Life Story David doesn’t believe in past life but his wife encouraged him to try a regression session. His problem? He is dreaming about opening his own business but feels paralyzed. I suggested we check his past life to release any limiting beliefs. After he went under the hypnosis, the story came up. “Hot, very hot summer. I can’t remember a heat wave like this since 1850” said the old farmer. “Indeed, Sir” replied the young man, David today, while unloading the heavy plow off his shabby wagon. The skinny horse moved restlessly, trying to wave off the flies on his nose. On his way home, David could feel his painful back. His shirt was soaked with the long day’s sweat of delivering farming equipment since the early morning. He was 25, an ex – soldier, who did his best to make a living. His horse was a faithful friend, taking him everywhere. He would go to distant farms, small stores and other places in the dusty regions of Arizona to meet his clients’ needs. By dust, he would go back to his modest tent, not being able to afford more than this, eat some bread and wine, and fall into a deep sleep leading up to another hard work day. Unlike David, most residents of the small town were looking for gold. They spent their time by the river banks, screening the water, hoping to find some golden cramps that were then sent to Harvey, the melting house owner. Big wagons, escorted by an armed guard would then carry the gold to the big city. Most times, bandits will ambush the carriages, kill the passengers and rob the gold. Mr. Harvey kept changing the routes in order to outsmart the robbers, sometimes successfully, sometimes not. It was another blazing August day, and David was on his way home very late at night. His body yearned for rest, and his mind came up with an idea. He had a reputation for being a hard working and honest guy, carrying commodities, tools, and furniture. Maybe he would be able to persuade Mr. Harvey to let him carry the gold in his beat up carriage, with no guards so that they would deceive the robbers. The money that he could make would allow him to rest his body for a whole week, regain his strength, and go back to work. It was a dangerous mission, but the reward was very compelling. The next morning, David met with Mr. Harvey, and they decided to do it on Thursday night. Loading up the carriage was quick and smooth. The two chests of gold were well hidden among the dirty plows and sacks and David left in the dead of night. He knew very well the trails and junctions and navigated his way bravely in the pitch darkness. “Oh, they’re shooting me in the chest, I didn’t see them, it’s so painful!” he screamed and became quiet right away.“What a beautiful white light! I’m floating upwards, what an amazing feeling of calmness. I saw everything. Then the bandits took the two chests and took off. They even take my beloved horse, such a shame.” Said David as he watched his past life in Arizona in the 19th century. “Let’s take a few deep breaths and remember this is only an old movie, a past life” I reminded him. “How did the robbers know to ambush you?” I was curious. “There was an insider. The receptionist guy at Harvey’s. He told them” He replied quickly. “What conclusions did you take from your past life into the current life?” I asked. “Money is dangerous; it will kill me. You shouldn’t be greedy. I had a good job, made decent money. It was just enough. I asked David to compare his past life to today’s.“Until eight years ago, I was a cop. I got fired due to circumstances beyond my control, politics and such.” Then he got excited and said: “You know what? My commander, the one who fired me instead of my partner who screwed up, he’s the traitor receptionist from Arizona! The one who caused my death! Unbelievable!” David got quiet for a few seconds. “I’ve decided to start my own business; however, I can’t make a breakthrough and make the big money. I have the know-how, the experience, but it feels as if something is blocking me.” He paused to ponder upon his own words. “Now I know why. Deep inside I believe that a little is enough and that you can’t make money easily and honestly. Either you break your back and put your blood and sweat into it, or you go for the “easy money” and then the greed will cost you your life.” He summarized his thoughts. I guided him through the healing part of the regression session.We did retro healing for the Arizona past life, and then I woke him up.David opened his eyes with a big “wow.” “I feel great now. Everything opened up. I intend to put everything in my new business, a green limousine service. I know I’ll be successful.” He said enthusiastically. “More power to you” I encouraged him. “Back then you transported goods – now people!”
I can’t leave my girlfriend
Bill was only 24 when he came for a past life regression / discovery session. His issues was unique. He told me he was in a relationship with his girlfriend, Sue, for 3 years and had been living together for the last 2 years. They were very good friends but the romance had died long ago and he wanted to end the relationship but couldn’t. When he would try, she would beg him to get back together and though they had lots of unresolved issues in the relationship he couldn’t refuse. She had a very strong personality, he explained, and there was something he couldn’t figure out. He thought a past life regression could shed some light. As we got into the past life regression, he was holding his abdomen. “What is it?” I asked. “My stomach….it’s so painful” he replied. “I want you to detach yourself from the situation, as if you’re just watching a movie, and tell me what’s going on” I said, calming the hypnotized man down. This had an immediate effect. He stopped holding his abdomen and said: “I’m giving birth. It’s a baby girl.” “Where are we? What is your name?” I asked. “Ruth. I’m 40, we’re in Australia.” “What year is it?” “Ah…1857, I think” He replied. “O.K. what happens next?” “She’s too big. O God! no! I don’t want to go! Who will raise her? Who will take care of her?” I calmed him down, reminded him that it’s only a past life, everything happens for our highest good. “Can you look at her eyes, feel her energy, and tell us who is this soul today?” I asked. “No! my daughter is Sue today?!” he said in disbelief. ,”Any similarities to the relationships today?” I probed. He was silent for a few moments, then said he felt responsible for her, referring to his girlfriend, as if he had to take care of and nourish her. He explained that she was kind of obsessed with him and didn’t let him leave her. We then did guided imagery, still under the hypnosis, to help him understand he is not responsible for her life in their present incarnation, that he did the best he could then, in the past life and that today he can let go of the Australian life trauma and make a decision regarding the relationship. He was much more light-hearted when he left. A few mouths later he called me, telling me that they had mutually decided to end the relationship. They both have new partners they’re very happy with, and they are much better friends now.
Lonely- A past life story
“I find it extremely hard to connect and bond with people. My relationships are very shallow and meaningless.” she told me. Lisa was 26, an artist, single, highly verbal, good looking, depressed and hoped a past life regression session may help. “I feel all alone in the world as if there’s no point living. A big dark cloud is hanging over my head” she quietly explained. In other areas of her life, she says she’s “rather pessimistic” and “doesn’t give a chance” to others. I explained that for us to feel peace and harmony, we have to balance our traits. A trait can be balanced, excessive, or lacking. Feeling sad, upset, or hurt is an indication of a latent, unbalanced trait. We decided to delve into the source of her loneliness, using past life regression. I asked her to lie down and inhale relaxing, white light. Under hypnosis, I guided her down a flight of stairs where she opened the door to see her former incarnation. “I’m alone in a forest. I’m only six years old” she said. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Looking for food,” she replied. “Where are your parents?” I asked, venting my curiosity. “Gone,” Was her quick answer. “What are you wearing?” I inquired, leaving the parents alone for the meantime. “Some kind of leather outfit. I’m barefoot” Lisa continued. “Can you tell me what year is it and what country?” I probed. “Somewhere in Europe, a long time ago,” was Lisa’s answer. “Okay, let’s go back in time to find out why you were left alone in the forest, all by yourself,” I said softly. Lisa took a deep and healthy breath, letting everything rise to the surface. “Well, we’re in a big cave, me and the whole tribe. Kids run around; there’s a bonfire in the middle. The women are making food while drumming and dancing. It’s some kind of a celebration,” she said excitedly. “Wow, the fire! Everything is on fire! The fur rugs are burning! There’s an awful smoke! There’s fire everywhere! I’m fleeing out of the cave to the woods. I hide inside a bush and fall asleep. I wake up the next day and rush back to the cave. Everything is burned down, and everyone is gone. There’s no one in the forest either. I’m all by myself!” she panicked. “I go back inside and cry. I feel miserable, abandoned, and so lonely!” She kept sobbing. “Let’s take a deep, calming breath. Remember, it’s only an old movie, a previous existence” I said, soothing her. “I live by myself in the forest, bonding with the animals, and at the age of eighteen – I quit. Pneumonia.” She replied in a terse manner. I asked Lisa what conclusions she drew from her past life that may have been limiting her in the current life. “Well, I’m very cautious with people, I’m afraid I might lose them again,” she replied. I asked which traits she needs to develop in order to overcome the gnawing loneliness. “Trust life, open my heart and be more optimistic” she summarized with great clarity. Lisa’s case is interesting. At first glance, loneliness seemed to be the issue. However, loneliness is an outcome, not a trait. When we examine the situation more closely, we realized that the reasons for her loneliness were mistrust and pessimism. With such an attitude, it’s not surprising that Lisa had trouble connecting with people, always seeing the worst possible scenarios. By clearing the trauma from her past life and implementing an optimistic outlook, Lisa chose inner healing and setting herself free of her all-encompassing loneliness. I got an e-mail about six months later. Lisa told me she’s dating a cute guy, joined some social groups and made friends with the neighbors. More power to you, Lisa!
“Should I Marry Him?” A Past Life Regression Story
“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 ThoughtWhether 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.
“My husband is cheating!” past life regression story
“My husband is cheating!” Nelly, 50, is a strong woman. An executive In a Fortune 500 company. She married her second husband 17 years ago. They worked together on everything. She helped raise his children and was his sounding board and right hand in his prosperous business. She was taken by surprise when two years ago, her husband informed her that he found a 25 year old Asian woman whom he intended to bring to the United States and marry. Nelly was hurt and furious. She was forced to move out of their mansion and leave behind the life they built together. She knows she doesn’t have any say in the situation. Her problem is she can’t move on with her life, so she wanted to see their past life together. I asked her to relax and allow the past life memories to come to the surface.“I’m a young boy on a farm in Scotland in 1899” she recalled. “Mom is nice, but Dad is stern” she added. “How do you guys get along?” I asked. “He forces me to work on the farm, which I hate. Ah, I have a younger sister. We love each other.” There was a smile on Nelly’s face. “What happens next?” I asked. “My mom is very sick. Now my sister is getting sick too” she started weeping. “What does the doctor say?” I inquired. “Many people got sick in the village,” she said and then got quiet for a few minutes. “They died. This plague killed them” she told me in tears. “So it’s just you and him now, right?” I moved the story forward. “I hate him. At 17 I left him and moved to the city, becoming a bank teller” she said proudly. “Nice. So how do you like it?” I asked. “I like the women, they like me too” she remembered with a smile. “Anything serious?” I inquired. “Not really. I like to have fun. Lots of them come to the bank; if you know what I mean” she responded. “What’s next?” I forwarded the story. “At 30 I meet this beautiful woman, who owns a small motel. Strong. Independent. Ah, she’s an orphan. We got married.” she adds one more piece to the puzzle.“And how does being married feel for our playboy?” I teased. “Fun. Family. Food. Just like with my Mom on the farm. We don’t have kids. She works long hours, brings in more money than me. I spend a lot of time on the sofa. She’s not happy with my lack of motivation, career wise. Lots of arguing in the house. I start hooking up with other women, just for the fun of it. My wife is so serious and demanding” Nelly explained. “How about your Dad? Are you in touch with him?” I opened another line of questioning. “No. For 30 years now” she answered emotionless. “And why not?” I poked. “I hate him! Because of him my Mom and sister died!” she burst out. “What do you mean?” I was surprised. “He didn’t have the money to pay for the medications, so they died!” she replied. “Did he gamble or drink his money away?” I asked. “No.” was the answer. “It’s all his fault!” Nelly yelled with the aggression of a 15 year old. I decided to leave it alone. For now. “How is the domestic front?” I changed the topic. “My annoying wife nags me to go visit my aging Dad. She says I’m not nice and that he has no one else. I found out, that she, who lost her parents at an early age, secretly visits my Dad and cares for him. She cooks and cleans and keeps him company as if he was her own Dad.” Nelly explained. “So, do you go see him?” I asked. “I started visiting him, not too often” she replied. “Let’s revisit a significant scene in your past life” I suggested. “I’m in bed with a woman who is not my wife. My wife steps in, catches us red handed.” I held my breath. “She pulls out a gun and shoots the lover straight in the heart. I didn’t know she was such a good shooter.” Nelly added. “How about you?” I asked. “She shot me in the balls. Wow, this is so painful!” she cried out. “What’s next?” I was curious. “I’m bedridden and my wife takes care of me. She could have killed me too, but I guess she loves me a lot, so she just wanted to teach me a lesson.” Nelly explained.“5 years later, I died. That’s it.” She said coldly. “Let’s take a few deep breaths, identify the characters in the story and see what we can learn” I asked her. “My Dad, who I alienated for 30 years, was just a poor potato farmer; who loved his wife and daughter deeply. The problem was that the villagers stopped buying potatoes and spent most of their money buying medicine. That’s why a lot of the people healed. But my Dad couldn’t afford the medicine. I wrongfully accused him.” Nelly said with regret.“How about your wife?” I inquired. “The room she caught me in, was in her motel. There was a part of me that wanted to be caught, wanted her attention. She was always busy with her business, and I didn’t feel appreciated.” Nelly explained. “And who is who today?” I wondered. “My Dad in the past life is my husband today. This is probably why today’s money is extremely important to him. He is very wealthy because he doesn’t want to be in a situation again where he can’t save his family. And I thought he was just greedy! He is traumatized by his past life!” Nelly was amazed. “And who is your wife?” I wondered. “This is the Asian woman. Wow, I was married to her! That’s why today she takes such good care of my husband, who is more than 30 years older. Today she has
“Will I be forever single?” A past life regression story
”I’m afraid I’ll never get married.” Sam said. She’s a 26 years old high school teacher, attractive and sweet. I asked her to tell me about her relationship pattern with men. “We date for a while, we like each other, but after a couple of months, somehow the relationship fades away. I feel I can’t establish a deeper emotional connection than just dating. Then another man comes along and it starts all over again.” I asked her to take a few deep healing breaths to her belly, relax her body, and go down a flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, behind the closed door, awaits her former life that will shed some light on her current situation. “This is so pretty! Everybody is dressed up. Lace and fancy hats! It’s a church!” she said excitedly. “What year is it and which country?” I interrupted. “England, 1856. I’m getting married!” she continued. “Congratulations! Who is the groom?” I asked curiously. “John. He’s tall and blonde. He’s 28 and I’m 26. Our parents matched us up” she explained. “Do you like him? Does he treat you right?” I inquired. “He’s all right. He doesn’t beat me up or anything” she answered. “Let’s go to an important scene” She took a breath. “I’m getting into the bedroom, and I see John in bed with another woman” she paused. “What do you do?” I asked. “I leave the room” she replied. “Don’t you cry, yell at him?” I tried to get emotional response. “No. I just leave the room”.I knew she was shocked, so she shut off her emotions. “What does John do?” I asked. “He chases me, apologizing” she said sadly, reflecting her deep emotional trauma. “Do you accept his apology?” I ask. “Yes” she replied. “I move on”. “In reference to the time of your wedding, where are we on the time line?” I inquired, thinking many men cheat as the passion fades away. ”2 weeks BEFORE our wedding” she said, her eyes beaming with tears. There was a long silence. We were both shocked. … ”And you married him anyways?” I asked. “Yes” she replied coldly. “What did you learn to your present life?” I asked. “You can’t trust men. They cheat” she answered right away. We did retro – healing and she forgave John (who’s her boyfriend Greg). “Wow” she said as she came back, “I can’t believe that my fear of marriage origins from an English life 150 years ago!” Sue called me about 7 months later. “Since that day I had the past life regression with you, my whole perspective changed. As If I could see Greg in a totally different light. I’m so happy with him. We intend to get married next fall! I’ll invite you to celebrate with us!” She said excitedly. Thank you very much, Sue, wishing you all the best, in this life and the next ones …
Why Dig Up a Past Life?
”Why would I open a past life file? I’ve got enough issues to deal with in my current life!” That’s a common question I hear regarding a past life regression session. That’s My point exactly. Most of our current dilemmas originate from a past life. The issues are present, here and now, so it’s not about re-opening old wounds. For example, someone who was very wealthy in a past life and was killed by the mob of peasants might carry a trauma. . Being rich equals death. In a similar manner, someone who was a greed-driven pirate living on his sword may develop an issue around money corrupting him today. Another, who starved to death in the Holocaust, might suffer a compulsive need to control everything or become a compulsive eater, especially in times of distress. Being raped in a past life can explain discomfort with men and sex in the current life. Many of our health issues in today’s life are rooted in a past life: a person who drowned or choked may develop asthma in their present life; back problems may indicate a stabbing or a gun wound. These reasons and much more bring people to seek healing by discovering their past lives. By accessing the memory’s archive, one can see what happened in a past life, and what wrong conclusions they drew from it. Examples: “Darkness is dangerous” – because the Roman army attacked at night and slaughtered them all. “You can’t trust men”- because her husband vanished one day and never came back. “You have to work hard for the money”- because he was a hard working factory boy with no hope in sight. “Pregnancy equals death” – she died in Iran giving birth 300 years ago, and can’t get pregnant today. All of these are wrong conclusions that are imprinted in our subconscious mind and manage our lives today. By re- experiencing the past life situation, understanding what happened and clearing the trauma, one can overcome the issues in their current life. This, in a nutshell, is the logic/rationale behind “Past Life Discovery”.
What is a soul group?
People ask me: “Is it true that we reincarnate with the same group of people, over and over again? My awful mother in law? The jerk ex-husband it took me 15 years to get rid of? How could I choose these parents who didn’t care about me? That can’t be true!” Well, the answer is: “yes.” We do hang out with the same bunch of souls. (Take it easy Joe, it will all make sense in a minute…)When we were created at the beginning of time, we were teamed up, like classmates. “Soul group” or “soul family” are the common terms, and all the members of the group are “soul mates.” (Sorry Helen, “the one-and-only prince charming,” “my other half” theory goes out the window…) As a “soul group,” we take most of the classes together, so the learning is more effective because we teach each other through our relationships. The next time around, like elementary school students, we move on to the second grade, let’s say in Greece. In each incarnation, the souls choose the gender, (Yes, Ken, you were once a WOMAN…) characteristics, life circumstances and other factors that will benefit them most. For example: If practicing motherhood is your goal, you can choose to reincarnate in an Arab country, where birth control is forbidden, ending up having 10 children. Another soul who would like to work on independence may choose to be the rebellious son, having to deal with the outcome of that characteristic. A soul that needs to learn materialism (who chose to be a monk in former lives) will choose to be a patriarch in a poor village, busting his ass to provide for his family. Everything has a reason and a purpose.We plan everything “upstairs.” Who will be our parent, how rich we’ll be, what tragedies we’ll experience, whom will be our bride or groom, etc. After laying a meticulous plan, we forget everything and get into a human body, to play the most fascinating game of all: the FREE WILL GAME. Dé jà vu is simply a vague memory of the plan we made “upstairs.” This also explains the immediate chemistry or resentment we feel towards a total stranger. “Total stranger” indeed, one with whom we reincarnated hundreds of times before!“So, Orly, if I get it right, I’m stuck with my bitchy wife for eternity? I didn’t mean it literally when taking my vows…and my boring job? Did I wish it upon myself? Is it my destiny?”The answer is: Yes and no. We are exercising our free will to choose from a given number of options, that we had planned ahead, to best serve our learning. Life is all about experiencing different lessons and the best way to achieve it, is together with our “soul group.”
Should I divorce?
Doreen, 32, M.D. in unhappy marriage with 2 little boys was referred to me for a past life regression by a friend who said, “Hi Orly. Doreen is my best friend and a fascinating woman. “Well” I said, “Aren’t we all fascinating?” “You’ll see” my friend replied . Doreen felt alone. Her husband was an officer in the air force, doing boring office work and at home, did nothing but watch TV and drink beer. She told me she had three lovers since she was married, trying to fill this void. She thinks her husband knows but doesn’t care. They had been to a marriage counseling but things didn’t change much. “So what do you want?” I asked. “I need to figure out my life. It’s not working.” She replied. “Do you love him?” I wondered. “I don’t know any more” She said sadly. “I would like to remind you that Past Life Regression is like looking at an old photo album. I can’t make the decision for you. It’s always up to you since you are the only expert on your life. My job is to be the tour guide on the sight seeing called “Doreen’s past life.” I explained. “You’re right” she agreed. “What’s now?” she asked. “Now I would like you to try and put it into a question form.” “What?” She wondered. “I mean, put the issue you came here for, in a question form that we can send to your “computer” so it will show us the most appropriate “file” regarding this matter.” I explained. “How about, should I stay with him?” She replied. “Let’s go for a hypnotherapy adventure!” I summarized. As I started to hypnotize her she began laughing. “Hey, I’m black! And this raffia skirt, tickles me. We make it of some leaves, coconut or something….” she explained. “Where are we? And how old are you?” I asked my hypnotized client. “I’m 8 and it’s a beautiful tropical island. Palms and coconut trees. The village is right here. Little huts made of mud.” she described. “O.K.” I interrupted this pastoral description, bearing in mind the purpose of our past life session”. And what exactly are you doing?” “I’m helping the women.” “Where are the men?” I wondered.”They are gone. I think they went hunting. Yes. And we’re cleaning around and taking care of the youngsters.” She told me. “What happens next?” “I’m hiking up this trail in the forest. It’s so beautiful! Lots of shapes and green bushes and trees, it’s pretty! love it here!” I let her enjoy the experience for a while. “Oh, and here’s the waterfall!” She got all excited. “Oh Oh. I’m scared. My heart is pounding!” She changed all of a sudden. “What is it? You don’t have to take this path, if you don’t like it, you know. It’s just an old past life story” I calmed her down. “Yes I know” she replied “But I want to”. “All right”. I agreed. What happens next?” I inquired. “There are 4 black men coming towards me!” She panicked. “You’re black too, remember?” I reminded her. “But they are taller and thinner than us. It’s the other tribe!” She screamed. “So?” I asked. “You see, I’m not supposed to go beyond this point. The waterfall, I mean. It’s their territory!” She was terrified. “Just relax and imagine it’s only a movie you’re watching, take a deep breath” I soothed her. She inhaled deeply and I could see her getting relaxed. “O.K. this is better.” “They pick me up and take me to their village. I’m screaming but it doesn’t help much. I knew I shouldn’t have gone beyond the waterfall point! I should have listened to the elderly! I’m so scared!” She told me. “What do you see?” I focused her attention off the guilt trip she was in.” It’s a beautiful totem, tall and well shaped made of some dark wood, overlooking the village. I like that!” “What else do you see?” “They are taking me to the circle. There’s a ceremony going on. They tie me to the poll. They are dancing and Singing. There’s a big pot simmering in the middle. Wow, they’re chopping my head off! That was surprising! I’m floating. I can fly above the fire and the whole village! This is amazing!” Doreen described her death. “Can you tell me what you see?” I said curiously. “They’re cooking my body. That’s why my people kept warning me! They never said exactly what will happen if we go beyond that point, but they were very strict about it.” She replied and then kept quiet for a long time. “O.K. now that you’re out of your body, how do you summarize the past life you had just lived?” I asked. “Well, it was very simple, natural, tribal life. You can’t exist out of the community and if you don’t follow the rules, don’t live by the norms – you’re dead. Literally. I was stupid or curious or arrogant, and it cost me my life at the age of 8. I should have never gone there by myself” she said quietly. “Now let’s leave all this behind. Take a few deep breaths and tell me how this past life information is relevant to your current life?” “Ah, it’s very simple. First, I should never be alone. And since the age of 18 I always had a boyfriend. Makes me feel safe. And secondly, if I’ll get off the normative trails of society, you know, conventions, I’ll die.” “What do you mean? Like what?” I wondered.” Like getting divorced” she replied in an instance, surprising both of us. I let her stay with this for a while. We did some clearing of the guilt, and implanted new concepts regarding freedom of choice and social norms. “Wow, that was like a fairy tale!” She said as she opened her eyes. “Indeed” I smiled. I knew she needed some time to sort things out. A week later