Past Life Regression
Three years ago I took part in a group PLR session. During it I saw my husband and two children, a boy and girl, at the end of my session I had been running through woods searching for my little girl, I felt terrified and when I was brought back to the present I felt overcome with a deep sense of sadness and I believe that I never found my little girl, or I never found her alive.
Before this session I had been trying to have a child for four years without success and then six months later I got pregnant, did I resolve a karmic issue which helped me have my baby
I put my PLR session to the back of my mind and it never occured to me again until about five or six months ago when I looked up into the eyes of a man I have known over a year, then suddenly I felt like I was back in my past and that this man was my husband
Is this possible
All replies welcome
Is this possible: yes.
The greatest good is saying yes to existence and
life. That's what religion is. And the greatest no is
saying no to God, to life, to existence; that gives you
great power, but power to the ego.
I get dreams every other day of a boy and his family with whom I have worked one year ago. He and I were in a relationship... but suddenly everything got chaos and we do not even get see each other since 10-11 months...
But I see them in my dreams and they that they miss me and want me to become the daughter-in-law of their family..
Infact, one night..I was crying in a terrible way and pointed my question towards him " Do you love me? Who are you?"..( he was at his own home and me at mine house) and that very night he came in my dreams and held my hand saying I love you like anything and this is your reply to your questions....
What was that..??
I am not able to find anything deeper in this issue on net...
Please help me.....
Is he and his family from my past....?
I feel a connection with them and cannot forget anything....? Everything keeps going on in front of my eyes like a movie....
Infact..I had never visited his home before in my life.....but when I was going for an interview to his house...I already knew where is his house and location of the rooms in his house..?
How is this possible.....?
What was that..?? That was your desires, your illusions.
Please help me.....: Hold on and look around. Which direction do you want to go?
Is he and his family from my past....? Yes.
I feel a connection with them and cannot forget anything....? You would like to have their attention.
Infact..I had never visited his home before in my life.....but when I was going for an interview to his house...I already knew where is his house and location of the rooms in his house..? You are forgetting your rhythm only adjusting to the so-called outward appearances. It's more appearance than substance.
How is this possible.....? Much more is possible for your subconsciousness. You are looking back to finished relationships, grieving about spilled milk, instead turning around for new contacts.
Help me......: Do not hear only to demands and accusations.
Once long ago a pilgrim found himself in. the desert
beyond Tibet. It was a starless night, the sky like
black lacquer, the dusty wind importunately pulling at
his hair and beard, and the jagged rocks rising to
wound his stumbling feet. The pilgrim had hoped to
reach a great spiritual teacher beyond the wilderness,
but now that hope was gone. He might well die of thirst
before morning. Fervently, the pilgrim prayed to Amida
Buddha -- the Lord of Light -- for help.
Immediately, his foot struck something that was not a
stone. It was a silver bowl filled to the brim with
pure cold melting snow. The pilgrim drank all he could,
in his weakened condition, and then, with a cracked
prayer of gratitude, sank down upon the sand. He fell
When dawn awakened him, the pilgrim reached once
again for the saving silver bowl. It proved to be a
human skull. Bits of flesh, fringing the bare bone
still, showed that the skull must have been full of
life until quite recently. Besides, the hollow of it
held what seemed to be brain-fluid, swimming thick with
maggots like dirty grey thoughts. The pilgrim vomited
at the sight. As he did so, SATORI came to him. He
turned homeward, without delay. That which he sought
was accomplished. He had found his teacher, and his
temple as well -- the temple of the skull.
This story is of tremendous importance. What
happened? How did the SATORI happen? In the night he
believed in his thirst that Buddha has given him this
silver bowl. It was a dark night, starless -- it was
just his belief; created by his thirst. He was dying,
he was on the verge of death -- his mind must have
dreamed, must have projected. In a human skull he saw a
silver bowl -- he projected. And he thought the
brain-fluid was just pure ice-water -- he drank it. And
it was so -- when he thought it was pure ice-water, it
was pure ice-water; and when he thought it was a silver
bowl, it was a silver bowl.
You live in your projections.