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.....?

    Help me......

    Thanks

    Roopashree



  • 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

    asleep.

    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.