The assumption in past life regression is that we carry traumas/ wrong conclusions – over to our current life. And not only do we bring them here, but these limiting beliefs subconsciously manage (and mess up…) our life today.
Sound scary? Indeed. The solution? Awareness, Awareness, Awareness.
My grandpa used to say that “awareness is half the solution to a problem”. As a handyman who fixed everything around the house, he’d add: “and if you have the right tools, then you have the other half!”.
The moral of the story as it relates to past life therapy is that by examining what happened in a past life, and understanding which limiting beliefs we created to protect ourselves from harm the next time, we can heal the trauma.
For example, consider this client’s story: Pearl was a friendly, good-hearted, single lady in her fifties who was overly stressed when she first came to see me. She had worked as an administrator in a big corporation for 25 years, but now she has a problem with her ambitious, childish, and blunt new boss. He’s in his thirties and thanks to family ties with the owners, he was given the job.
Pearl complained about how disrespectfully he treated her, how he would insult her in front of others, but then he’d love and adore her and totally depend on her, especially since he was the newbie. It was a weird love/hate relationship that upset her tremendously–to the point that she considered leaving the company. As a last resort and despite the fact that she didn’t believe in reincarnation, a friend suggested that she seek help through past life regression.
At our first session I took Pearl through some relaxation exercises and then asked her to imagine going down a flight of stairs. At the bottom of those stairs she was to imagine opening a door that leads to another life. Pearl described herself as a matriarch, a nomad woman, living in the desert with four adult sons. They made a living robbing the traveling merchants that carried fabrics, jewelry, spices, and other goods through their territory. They would then re-sell the goods on the black market. She was the fearless leader of a notorious brutal tribe.
For decades, her tribe was in a bitter dispute with a neighboring tribe over control of their territory, valuable for its easy-to-ambush and busy pathway to the richest convoys. The situation finally reached boiling point. In a long and bloody battle, Pearl’s tribe slaughtered the enemy completely – men, women and children – so they thought. When the battle ended and the desert dust settled, they found a charming four-month-old baby boy rolling in the sand.
The leader of the tribe felt sorry for him and against her sons’ will, decided to raise him as her own. He stayed by her side and grew by her love, making her very happy. Her sons warned her that she was raising a venomous snake, but she just basked in her newfound motherhood. The child became strong and arrogant in his relationship with her biological sons. The hatred between them grew by the day. Then as the boy grew to maturity, the sons decided to tell him about the barbarous circumstances that led to his adoption.
The orphan was enraged. Why did his mother kept it a secret all these years? The night after the revelation he crept into his mother’s tent with a machete, attempting to kill her. Her sons, foreseeing this, were ready and waiting to slaughter the traitor before he could harm her. The mother, devastated at the turn of events, understood her sons’ choice between her life and the orphan’s.
After some retro-healing with Pearl, I woke her up from the light trance she was in. She was in shock upon coming back. So many things started to make sense about her new boss: he looked up to her; she loved him as if he was her son, but at the same time, she was a bit afraid of him.
With this new perspective, she could see his impulsive nature and childish behavior just as it had been in their past lives. She could also recognize a similar element of revenge, now that he had the upper hand in their work relationship. All the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place. We did more healing and cleared the trauma.
Pearl called me a few weeks later and told me that she had decided not to resign. Her boss started treating her with respect and listening to her suggestions. He also stopped putting her down the way he did before. “In a weird way”, she kept telling me, “The love between us seems to grow. We enjoy working together. Nothing romantic,” she giggled, “just a great flow. And our teamwork is as if we’ve known each other forever. Thank you, Orly!”
