posted on Jul, 11 2012 @ 10:39 PM
What a wonderful thread this is ! I love reading about everyone's experiences, and Woodwytch's insights are answering so many of the questions I've
had about past lives.
I had an experience quite a few years ago. I went to a hypnotist for some help with a persistent blood-injury fainting phobia I've had for as long as
I can remember. This was not a past-life session- I was looking only for some help in getting over the problem through suggestion. Well, the hypnotist
was a very nasty one. Throughout the session I was perfectly aware of her trying to implant all sorts of absurd abuse memories in my mind and she
tried to impose a post hypnotic suggestion compelling me to return to her regularly. This was all highly unethical and I knew it. Although I was in a
hypnotized state I was perfectly lucid and so I simply ignored her and just sort of spaced out on my own.
After the session I went home and, since I felt rather tired and was still a bit peeved at the whole experience, I took a nap. This is where it gets
I had one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had. I woke up in a bedroom that was sparsely furnished. I was a small child in a simple white linen
dress. There wasn't a mirror, but a lock of my hair fell in front of my eyes and I could see that it was darker than my usual hair. I went out of the
room and saw a woman who I knew was my mother in this dream. We talked, though not in English. I think it may have been French. I ate a small bowl of
porridge while we were talking. She asked me to go out to do an errand for her- I think it was to get some eggs or bread or something, I left the
house and entered a very old town street- it was European, in an era I'm guessing to be sometime perhaps in the 16th century. I strolled along the
street and rounded a corner where I saw a royal entourage gathered in front of a building down the way. I knew it was the duke returning home from a
trip. He'd been away for a few months and I was rather excited that he'd returned. I stood to watch the footmen unloading things from the carriage
and there were some colored banners flying in the light breeze.
I had another experience more recently- just a few months ago. I had a very vivid dream of being a soldier riding in the back of a wagon with a group
of other soldiers. They were Walloons. I was not, but I was travelling with them. The smell of the hay in the back of the wagon and the sound of their
voices was very vivid. I was eating a pear and a small piece of bread. I also smelled gunpowder and oil, but it had a different scent that the modern
powder and oil do- hard to describe. I would guess this was sometime in the 17th century.
Both these dreams left me with a strong impression that they were more than usual dreams. The entire sensory experience was very strong and complete,
and even now I can see, hear, smell, taste and feel all the sensations in those dreams as vividly as if they'd really happened.
I guess what I'd ask a past life regression therapist is this: Are these dreams memories of previous lives? What can I do to get myself to have more
dreams like this? Can I train myself to explore these scenes and remember more? In both cases I felt very much at home and very happy- I'd like to go
back to visit those times more often.