Past Life Regression: Part 2

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

See here for Part 1.

We started out by doing some deep breathing exercises.  There was quiet music playing and a little waterfall gently trickling in the background.  I worked on relaxing each part of my body, from my head down to my toes. She asked me to imagine walking down a staircase.  Then imagine roots coming from my feet and grounding me to the earth.  She then had me imagine a white light traveling up my roots into my body and then imagine that light filling every part of me.

By this point I was very relaxed.  I wish I had sat differently because I felt like I was too aware of my head bobbling around on my neck, but I was relaxed enough that I could easily follow her instructions.

She then started counting down.  While she was counting down she told me to remember specific times in my life.  First, when I was 20.  Almost immediately I had a memory come to mind of being in my college dorm room sophomore year.  I wasn't remembering anything specific, just remembering being there.

She then said to think further back to when I was 18.  Again, another instant memory of sitting in my math class with friends senior year.

Then 14.  The easiest of them all, the first thing to come to mind was what I was doing on my 14th birthday.  9/11/2001.  Every minute of that day is perfectly preserved in my memory.

Then 6.  My sister and I running around our new house's living room, still empty because we hadn't moved anything in yet.

3. Playing in my toy box with my cousin. This is preserved on video so I can't say how much is actually my own memory.

In utero.  I just imagined red. Amniotic fluid?

It's around here that my thoughts went from concrete memories to things that were likely just coming from my imagination.  That being said, as she asked me to recall something, an image came to mind just as quickly as the "real" memories I had from within this lifetime.  In fact, they didn't even feel different from the memories of this life time.  

She told me to imagine a door in front of me and to walk through it.  Immediately I could see pine needles under my feet and trees all around me. She asked if I was alone.  I was.  She told me to look around.  I was in a forest and behind me stood a dark wooden house.  She asked if I knew what year it was.  It reminded me of the witch trial era (1690s) though a specific date didn't come to mind.

She prompted me to walk into the house and again asked if there was anyone else there.  Still alone.  I suddenly felt very sad.  This was clearly my own house, but I was completely alone, isolated in the middle of the woods.

She asked me why I was alone, why there was no one with me.  I wasn't sure.

She asked me to stay in that lifetime, but travel to an earlier date.

Again, an image immediately came to mind. I was much younger, a child, and I was running around playing with other kids.  We were in a village square.  I could see water in the distance and the thought of being in a 1690 Massachusetts port town became even stronger.  There were small but sturdy wooden buildings around us and we were just having fun.

She then asked me what had happened between this time as a young happy child with lots of friends to the older isolated person I became.

It was about here that I started crying.  I remembered a fire.  Before the fire it was me and my parents.  After the fire I was alone.  I could picture a fire starting in a neighbors house and my own house catching fire with my parents still inside.

I actually had tears rolling down my cheek at this point.  Whether this was real or not, it absolutely brought out some true emotions in me.

She asked me to jump into the future, past the fire and past my time standing in the woods.

I was old now.  I was near the end of my life.  She asked if I was still alone.  I was.  And I was sad about it.  It seems like I had spent my entire life after the fire alone in the woods, shutting the world out.

She asked what lesson I thought this was trying to teach me.

I didn't explain it to her at the time, but I have had some very sad young deaths in my family.  A cousin died at 21 from muscluar dystrophy, another cousin at 11 from an accident, and uncle (only a year older than my mom) a few year ago from a lifetime of drinking.  And, despite never meeting her, my grandmother's tragically young death (when my father was only two) has always loomed in my memory.

In almost every one of these instances I will admit that I've contemplated how life would be easier if I just shut everyone out.  If you don't love anyone their loss won't hurt you.

The lesson from this life seemed to be shouting to me that this wasn't a better way to live.  I was clearly not happy at the end of my life, so avoid traveling down that path again.  Keep loved ones close despite the fear of losing them someday.  The pain of loss is less than the pain of never having loved.

See here for Part 3


  1. i am dying to read the rest of this, Erin! what a cool thing to experience. i was reading it to Kenny this morning and we were both so intrigued! (new blog, by the way!) :) xo

    1. Just posted the next part :) Love the new blog, by the way! The poetry in the old one is beautiful, but I kind of like knowing how your life is going!