One of the most common reasons for seeking my help is when people experience unnatural fears that have no apparent or obvious cause, so it was not surprising when quite a few reared their ugly heads amongst our personalities [patients].
One of the many interesting ones occurred during my session with our own lovable Wayne Sleep, the dancer and personality who will always be remembered for his stage appearance partnering Diana, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales. Having known Wayne for quite some time and knowing that he can be eccentric and unpredictable, I pottered along to his home not knowing what kind of a session I could expect. I was pretty sure, in fact, that he would not turn out to be your average perfect subject. However, I was quite happy to go along and expect to get nowhere – at least I could say that I had tried. How very wrong I was! He was a marvelous subject and I ended up going through not one but four soul memories on the trot. All the lifetimes were wonderfully clear and, just as in this life, definitely not boring! But as I have tried to group together here a few examples of fears, I will tell you first of his fearful soul memory, and relate the other three lives later on, although I can’t resist whetting your appetite by letting you know that in one of his past lives he was a vicar.
The life I am about to relate came last in the session and I feel that this seems to have been projected in that order for a reason, as at the end of this one I had to perform what I have come to call a rescue, taking the soul into the light.
‘I’m standing in front of some wooden steps. They’re on a wharf beside the River Thames. I’m in dark clothes. It’s very dark. The steps lead up to a warehouse – it’s dark inside and very dank. It’s rather evil; there are sacks all over the place.’
I try to move him and establish where he lives but he can’t get away from this place.
‘I die young here! I’m very threatened by this place.’
He was very upset and wanted to stop the session but I explain that he must face this fear so that we could take the soul to the light to clear it away from him forever. He agrees, so we carry on.
‘Someone is waiting in the dark for me. He lunges at me and stabs me. There are two guys. I can see the main man’s face: he has thick lips on a fat face and the other man is just with him.’
At this point I took him into the light. It was quite difficult but we made it.
‘I’m seeing the same place again now but this time it’s light. I look much better now: I’m in a light suit, it’s tweedy, tight round the lower leg and ankle. I’m about twenty-five years old and I’m quite nice. I’m sitting in the same place but it’s light now and I’ve come through the fear. I’ve got a stick, too; it has a shiny handle. I’m a bit of a show off.’
I take him back to look at the life to establish how he met his sticky end.
‘I’m an accountant living in the center of London. I live in a flat on the third floor of the building. It’s a Dickensian-type place. That seems to be the time. I work in an office; it’s very dull and dark but I don’t seem to mind at all. I’m quite a happy person. I discover something that is going on that is to do with my accountancy work. It’s something illegal. There’s a lawyer involved, too. I manage to row myself in on the fiddle. I’m not really a bad man but I find it very exciting. But it all goes terribly wrong. I’ve arranged a meeting at a warehouse on the river…’
Later on over a nice cup of tea we discussed his feelings about what he had just experienced. He said he felt the warehouse murder had had an affect on this life as he is still afraid of the dark and sleeps with a night light. He also has a fear of being attacked and has had his London home completely secured with strong steel bars. These phobias date back as long as he can remember. He was even afraid to go to the outside toilet in the dark in his childhood home, and he also suffered vivid nightmares about the dark for many years and would look under the bed and in the cupboards before he could sleep. He said the regression made sense of why he has always thought someone was about to jump out and attack him. He was quite stunned by the fact that he could still clearly see the fat, thick-lipped face once the regression was over, and laughed when I said, ‘Never mind, love, he’ll be paying for it somewhere now.’
I believe this fear had stayed with him into this life because the memory of that attack had been trapped in the darkness of that fear, so consequently could still be drawn upon and affect his current life. He felt that the murdered soul was like him now, as he feel’s he’s a bit of a jack the lad and most definitely the dandy type, a lover of life and parties. He was amused by the fact that he had discovered such obvious proof that crime does not pay, and maybe that’s why in his next life he had returned as a vicar!
That feeling of fear of darkness and enclosed spaces – claustrophobia – is one of the most common of the fears that find their way into my consulting room. I actually used to have a recurring dream of having to crawl through a tunnel and would wake up sweating. However, since seeing a life when I was buried alive in a landslide, the dream has just faded away. Strangely enough I haven’t really thought of it until writing this book, but now I realize that I had a clearance then. I think many cases of claustrophobia could be traced to a past life, unless the phobia can be explained away in this life, of course. One of my clients came to me because she was getting panic attacks that were affecting her breathing. She thought that she was developing asthma, until I took her into a life where she had been a small boy who was put up those huge old chimneys as a sweep. She had actually died from this barbaric treatment. Since her regression she has had no more panic attacks and her breathing returned to normal, even during the regression.
Over the last twenty-five years I have cleared so many of these souls trapped in darkness that that is how I have come to my own conclusions on what ghosts are. It seems that most apparitions have died in some sort of trauma, whether it be fear, or any other form of negativity ranging from shame to even traumatic deaths. For example, a sound engineer I know had to go up to a disused air force base to dismantle the radio equipment. He found staying there alone quite unnerving, as some nights he felt as though he were in the middle of a war: he would hear men running towards the aircraft hangers and he even heard their voices talking, yet saw nothing!
A few years ago, a man brought his thirty-five year old son to me for help. The son had suffered very deep depressions as a child, but they only occurred about once a year. Over the years the man and his wife watched the child and tried to put their finger on what set off this seemingly unaccountable gloom. It gradually dawned on them that these upsets occurred every year in early November around Remembrance Day, and as the child grew older the depressions became more severe and began to spread over longer periods. They finally heard a broadcast I did on radio and contacted me, and I put the son into regression.
He saw a life in the Second World War where he was in the army serving in France. He had been manning a small outpost and it had been taken by German soldiers. All his comrades had been killed and he heard the enemy approaching the room he was working in. Knowing he had no chance of escape, he did what most normal human beings would do and hid under a table. He was shot in his hiding place and died instantly, but in his mind he felt he had died a coward’s death.
This shame trapped him in that memory. When we discussed this later we both saw the fact that he had taken a small chance of escaping the inevitable and it had failed. He had not died a coward’s death at all and seeing it from a calm, level situation the whole thing looked better. He was able to understand and begin to cope with the depressions that had for so long gripped his life.
It can be the same with some of our memories of growing up in this life, as we must all at some point in our lives have experienced something we felt ashamed of and hid in the recesses of our minds, only to find they remained there to torment us. Then when we looked again at them in later years, discovered we had been covering up something so piffling it was laughable. In some instances, these memories lurk in the darkness for so long that the person eventually has to go through extensive counseling to uncover and flush them out! Such memories can play a large part in that person losing faith in their self-worth.
Whilst dwelling on war memories I must mention another past life of someone who is quite well known, although in this case I won’t be naming the person as he and I agreed it would be better to leave him anonymous in the circumstances. (In fact there are lots of celebrities that discovered past lives that for many different reasons we decided would be left untold.) This particular soul memory we agreed was too thought-provoking to leave out, but as it unfolds it will be self explanatory as to why it would be better not put a name to him. All I can tell you is that in this life he is very talented, highly respected and loved, as well he should be as he has worked so hard during this life to help others. In this life he was born to a Jewish family and brought up in the typical way of Judaism. In the past life that unfolded that day in my consulting room, his life was quite different.
He was a high-ranking Gestapo officer and helped bring about the deaths of hundreds of Jews. He died in some kind of bunker from a cause that we presumed must be of gas, as he died gasping for breath, but before he died he felt the pain of his deeds enormously, and died with such deep feelings of regret that his soul was trapped in that trauma and needed to be rescued.
It took me a long while to get that aspect of his soul to see the light.
I have experienced many regressions with subjects who had lives connected in one way or another with the Second World War, perhaps because the circumstances of war create traumatic experiences which trap souls in darkness and prevent them from reaching the light. Many of them were concentration camp victims. Recently I was visited by a very prominent Jewish businessman who travels all over the world in the course of his work. However, he came to me to ask for help in ridding him of the fear he experienced every time he visited Germany. He is not, by nature, a nervous man – quite the reverse – as well as being a successful businessman he is a world champion yachtsman and holds many trophies for gliding. Every time he visited Germany, however, he felt as if he was looking over his shoulder in fear all the time. Matters came to a head when he was staying in lodgings with members of his team and found that his fear had reached such a state that he was too afraid even to go down the corridor in the night to the toilet. We found his last life hidden in his soul memory.
Once again, he was Jewish, but this time born in Germany. He was taken from a ghetto and imprisoned in Auschwitz concentration camp where he was forced to take the dead bodies from the gas chambers and throw them into huge trenches that he and the other prisoners had dug out. Eventually he was shot in the back by his captors and his body fell into the same trench.
On one trip to Germany, he had visited Auschwitz and the experience had brought forward such feelings of terror that he even feared he had been one of the aggressors. The regression therefore brought him immense relief and left him feeling much lighter. He has also been back to Germany since then and says he felt totally different about it and comfortable for the first time in years.
There have even been small children with memories of the Second World War. Years ago a lady writer called Mary Harrison came to seek my assistance. She was in the midst of writing a book, which she had formed the idea of writing whilst in the hospital having a baby. She was talking to a Dr Fenwick, neurophysiologist at St Thomas’s Hospital, London, and Senior Lecturer at the Institute of Psychiatry, who mentioned scientific work which shows that the brain rhythms of babies in the last month before birth show changes which have been interpreted as periods during which they may be dreaming. This strongly suggests that the unborn child experiences dreams.
This caused Mary to wonder what the baby could be dreaming about, since it has not as yet had any of the experiences of life upon which earthly dreams are founded. She wondered whether the unborn baby could be dreaming about a previous life in another realm. Mary also consulted Dr. Arthur Guirdham, a psychiatrist from Bath well known for his work with children suffering from nightmares. He told her he is convinced that in many cases the bad dreams are due to traumatic experiences in previous lives. He felt this explanation can very often account for phobias and odd behavior in children where the parents cannot trace any significant incident in their lives that could possibly be responsible. In many cases, neurotic behavior can be traced back to a previous violent death, such as stabbing, drowning or an accident. These children show morbid fear of knives, water, train accidents and so on. Mary then decided that this seemed significant in the case for proof of a past life, so she set up a tour of radio stations throughout England asking for parents to come forward who had any kind of experiences of this from their offspring. The response was amazing, with some quite incredible proof, so this spawned her book Life Before Birth – a thoroughly good read and extremely well researched.
Amongst the small children that were brought forward was one boy who, from a very tender age, was obsessed with playing with toy planes, as many young boys are. However, this boy began to talk about the occasion when he had crashed his plane into a window.
As he grew older and his vocabulary and mastery of expression increased, he told this story in more and more detail, until finally his parents felt there was much more to this than a small child’s imagination. Eventually, when he was playing with crayons and a coloring book, he drew unusual badges and insignia all over the page. The clarity of these drawings made his mother inspect them in detail, only to find she did not recognize any of these motifs, apart from one in the top corner of the page: it was a perfect German swastika inside a circle. When she questioned him about this he calmly informed her that these were the badges he wore on his uniform when he used to fly his plane.
Then to their further astonishment, on his fifth birthday he drew the cockpit of his plane. He remembered the exact position of all the controls and he explained to his bewildered parents the function of each lever, dial and gauge. He even knew the location of the button which he remembered having to press in order to release the bombs. After much questioning he came up with information that he could not possibly have known had he not been there, even to the minutest detail of there being sinks in his airbase rooms but no taps, only a pump.
All the information he gave later checked out. There are many similar, thought-provoking cases recounted in Mary Harrison’s book, but in each case it was found that the child seemed to lose this far memory as he or she grew older and absorbed more learning and information from this life.
Mary Harrison came to me for regression to help her with her work on the book, and when regressed, went back to a life at the time of the battle of Culloden in Scotland in 1746. Her fiancé was killed in the battle and she never married. But that life had stayed with her to haunt her in her present life, as she used to have regular dreams of bloodied bandages wrapped around a tree and waving in the wind. When she went into her Culloden life, the bandaged tree was the first thing she saw! Even though she had come to me merely to research her book, not looking for a healing experience, she found that this recurring nightmare was then cleared. Another positive end to this tale is that she has now written a musical about the life she saw in my room, so I shall look forward to seeing the life unfold before me.
The recurring nightmare syndrome is very common and came up amongst some of our celebrities. I regressed the actress Lesley Dunlop because she had been having the same frightening dream since her early childhood. I had earlier regressed the man who played her screen husband in the television situation comedy From May to December, Anton Rodgers, although she did not know this. So it was a complete coincidence when she came to me on an professional appointment. I obviously do not tape such sittings, but was reminded of her regression whilst talking to her recently on the telephone. She gave me permission to include her experience and jogged my memory of what happened.
Her nightmares had begun when she was about seven years old. She always saw herself in an old, oak-paneled room feeling very afraid. When I took her back she saw herself as a small girl aged seven and she walked into the same oak-lined room which seemed to be a library or study in her home. But instead of finding her father sitting at his desk, there was a German soldier in his place pointing a gun at her. We both found her reaction very strange. Instead of running away from this threat she said, ‘I love you’ but her affectionate greeting did her no good at all as he shot her dead!
Lesley tells me now she understands her fearful dream, the fear has gone. She was combining two parallel circumstances in a frightening way.
Whilst on the subject of fears, I must add that I met my husband, John Alkin, through his fears. We knew each other casually as we had friends in common, but he came to me one day and asked me if I could help him. He was an actor and he felt he had lost his confidence. You may remember him as Detective Constable Tom Daniels in The Sweeney. His life and marriage had broken down and he felt he was losing the plot. He was also suffering from recurrent nightmares. (I don’t know whether I gave him another one by eventually marrying him!) He used to wake up frequently and feel that his guts where spilling out onto the bed. The regressions I did with him cleared the nightmares, re-established his belief in himself and helped him to regain his confidence.
In the past life that came forward, he had been a bit of a buccaneer. He lived on a farm, was very popular with the girls and very sure of himself and arrogant. He finally fell in love with one particular girl who went to a ball with someone else to make him jealous in the hope that he would take her seriously and settle down. Her plan backfired. His reaction was to down pints of ale at the local inn and then, in a drunken mood, go to the ball to confront his rival with a drawn sword. His rival – being considerably more sober and therefore more steady – drew his sword and ran him through. He lay there with his guts spilling out on to the ballroom floor and died in terrible guilt and humiliation. To his dreadful mortification, the last people he looked up at as he died were his girlfriend and his parents who all really loved him. His arrogance had done this terrible thing to the people he loved.
He has never had this nightmare again as the experience was cleared in the light. His other nightmare was when he would be woken up in the night with the feeling of falling. I again took him to his past to find a time he had been a sailor and had fallen from the crow’s-nest in a rough sea to his death but not to the light. This nightmare has also never recurred, but interestingly he reads endless novels about ancient sea adventures and we also have a boat in this life. Old habits do die hard.
Another example of how trapped traumas can surface in dreams was with a lady who I regressed to find she had been a manservant to Anne Boleyn’s family, and had gone with the servants when Anne had moved to the court of Henry VIII, and consequently shared Anne’s sticky end. This particular person ended up hanged, drawn and quartered, a gruesome way of ending lives in that day and age. I took the part of her soul that belonged to that life to the light and she went home in a sort of daze. A couple of months later she faxed me to say that when she had been a girl at boarding school she had had a very vivid, recurring nightmare about awaiting an execution. She said she could hear the scaffolding being erected and she knew the outcome of the dream so well that she was able to wake herself up before the end and lay in bed reciting the Lord’s prayer for protection. She told me that since that dream she had often woken in the night feeling terrified for no particular reason, but since that clearance of the soul in that one lifetime she has found her fear has gone.
The session I had with Nina Myskow explored two interesting lives reflecting an element of fear. I was pleased to add her to my list of subjects, not only because I enjoy her as a friend, but because she made her name as a critic and has never been afraid to say what she thinks. She is also highly intelligent and not easily fooled, so I was very glad that her regressions were not only a success but proved to be a healing power for her, too. Her first session was very short but potent so I will tell it in her words.
‘I’m standing in front of an old wooden door. It’s splintered and broken and has holes at the bottom where the rot has eaten it away. There’s no handle, just a hole where it used to be. It’s the door to a barn, a very dark barn. There is a bit of light, shafts of light, but it’s mostly dark. It smells of hay, a thick smell.’
A fascinating part of regression is that the subject can often sense the smell quite clearly, and can also feel heat or gain other sensory impressions.
‘There are no animals. I’m barefoot and wearing a brown sacking dress: it’s ragged, dirty, rough, horrible and shapeless. I’m seven or eight years old and hate the barn. It’s terrifying, dark and there’s someone hiding there – a man. He’s frightening because he’s always trying to get me into the barn with him.’
I gently move her back in time to find out more about her life.
‘I live in a simple cottage, which is all right, it’s home. The kitchen is gloomy. I eat there with my older brother and our father. I don’t like either of them. The man I fear works on a nearby farm; I see him often with pitchfork, cart and horse. I have to go into the barn. I don’t like it at all, but I’m going in to hide from him, it’s the only place to hide. It’s dark, there is no hand rail – I’m falling down the wooden steps.’
At this point I had to intervene and clear this memory for her as she had obviously died from the fall and could see no more. She laughed about the sacking dress, as she is famous for wearing mainly pink in this life and loves beautiful clothes. She made the interesting observation that if she had imagined this strange life, she would definitely have chosen a better frock! She also hates the country and avoids farmland like the plague, and after seeing her last experience of farming, she realized why.
Many months later Nina rang me to say that up to that regression she had suffered very badly from hay fever, but since then had not had any symptoms at all. I felt that explained the overpowering smell of hay she sensed. It was not really hay fever but a bad memory trigger that had been causing her misery.
The second life was not a fun one either, but I have found in this work that the lives that most need to be cleared are always brought forward first, as they are the ones that need the healing touch. Again I’ll leave the account of this one to Nina.
‘I’m a seventeen year old girl standing in front of a bamboo door wearing a sarong. It’s tropical and quite sort of jungley, with coconut palms, beach and sea. There’s a bamboo hut there, and I’m all alone. There are lots of little houses on stilts over the water, like Polynesian huts. The place is lovely but there is something wrong with me. I ought to be happy but I’m not. All I know is I’m some sort of outcast and all by myself.’
I take her back further.
‘I’m about ten years old now and in the same place. I’m with my mother. I hate her because she doesn’t love me. She doesn’t ever touch me and I think my father is dead.’
I take her back to her father’s death.
‘I’m very little, a girl of about five. My father died because of me. I was swimming when I had been told I shouldn’t and he had to help me. It’s all my fault that he died and that’s why my mother never touches me.’
We go to the last memory of this life.
‘I’m in a dugout boat. I’m out at sea and the sea is very turbulent. There’s a storm and it’s dark. Suddenly I’m not in the water any more…’
At that point she drowned and we both felt she had given up on life and gone out to sea to try to join her father.
There are many kinds of fear that show themselves in different illnesses. Agoraphobia is one very common example. I must stress again, of course, that many cases of such phobias are not started in past lives, but started by events in childhood in this life. However, two cases I dealt with recently are useful examples of those that are triggered by earlier experiences.
One lady telephoned me in a terrible state. She was afraid of leaving the house at all, and if she did manage to summon the courage to go out, she got herself into the most dreadful state of panic. Not surprisingly, she didn’t manage to turn up for her first two appointments. When she finally did make it and was shown into the waiting room, there was someone waiting to collect the client who was with me. The poor woman almost broke into hysteria and turned a strange purplish color, so my assistant had to invite her to wait in her office and managed to keep her there for fifteen minutes until I started her treatment.
During the first session, I concentrated on giving her healing to calm her down and help me get to know more about her. Once that had been achieved, I felt that regression would help, so we organized a return visit the following week. She made her next appointment without any problem, and said that her feeling of calm had lasted most of the week, giving her a rest from her panic and allowing some strength to return.
When I put her into regression she described a life as a woman in what appeared to be England, where she lived quite an uneventful life. However, when she recalled her death, she found that she was in a coffin and was scratching and screaming to get out. She had been mistaken for dead and buried alive.
Such a traumatic end to a life takes patience and care to clear. I actually had to hold her physically to help her regain her calm, which is very unusual. Although her nature remains highly strung, she is now a different person: she goes out, drives her car, and she is even writing a book.
Fears such as agoraphobia can strike quite suddenly. One client had quite a normal life until two years before he sought my help. He had been crossing a road when he was suddenly gripped by total fear and panic. From that moment on he became a prisoner to this fear and going out had become a nightmare.
When we looked at his past he was shown a life in the English countryside, which, judging by the period, I felt was the life immediately before his present one. It was when cars were a rare and unexpected sight, especially in the countryside. He had crossed his normally deserted lane to go to a post box, when a car came round the bend and as he was blinded by the car’s headlights he stumbled into the vehicle and was instantly killed.
After we cleared this memory away, he told me that when he had had his first panic attack he had been looking up a dark road and the headlights of a bus had been the last thing he saw before he began to shake! The experience had been so similar to the one in his earlier life, that it had triggered the memory which otherwise might have remained dormant.
Often these soul memories can be triggered by a person meeting again in this life someone who had been with them in a previous one. A girl came to me who had been a very sporting person – hang-gliding and abseiling were some of her many pastimes, and she certainly had no fear of heights. Then she met her present husband and after they married she developed an irrational terror of heights.
When she saw her past life, she saw a time when she had fallen in love with a boy who lived in a modest terraced house, similar to her own, in the next street. She married her love, but as finances were very tight they had to live with his mother whom she did not get on with at all. She had a baby and after the birth fell into deep depression that she could not shake. Finally one day she walked calmly upstairs and threw herself from the highest window, killing herself on the pavement below.
After the regression, the woman lost her newfound fear of heights. It seemed that she had met again the boy she had married in her past life, a marriage that had caused such misery. This time she was extremely happily married and we felt she had returned to get her relationship right this time.
Feelings of guilt can also have their source in past, rather than present, lives. One normally outgoing and sunny lady came to me because she had recently become gloomy and oppressed, feeling a sense of guilt and always believing that everything that went wrong was her fault. She could not think of anything that had triggered these depressive feelings.
I regressed her to a life in Italy hundreds of years earlier with her very strict Catholic family. She had fallen head over heels in love with a boy whom her father felt was totally unsuitable, so the family had sent her to a convent in Spain for the rest of her life. Although she did not have the calling to be a nun, she eventually settled to her enforced way of living and spent many hours writing poetry, but also became very religious and God-fearing and achieved a kind of happiness in her work for God. Then one day the convent was overrun by soldiers who pillaged and destroyed the convent, raping any desperate women who crossed their paths. She was raped, strangled and thrown down a well shaft.
What happened next quite startled me as – right in front of me in this life – she fell to her knees and wept hysterically. I finally comforted her and coaxed her to the light, but only after she confessed that she had enjoyed her first sexual encounter and felt the guilt so powerfully that she became trapped in her dark, well grave. Later as we discussed the experience we realized that the memory had been triggered when she had taken her daughter to enroll in a school in a convent with nuns as teachers.
Another client, that I feel falls right into this category here, had what was not exactly a fear but a feeling of unease accompanied by pains. This particular girl is under my guidance developing as a healer. Just before this regression, something had occurred in her life that she knew was a test of her faith. She had developed an illness that she knew would only go by her having the strength of faith to make it go. When my pupils are under development they generally come, at the right time, to need a clearance. This means that a life in the past is brought forward so strongly that every time they meditate they feel actual physical discomfort. This client was experiencing pains in her legs and abdomen, so we organized a regression so that I could bring this life forward.
The life that came showed her in a cave wearing coarse, sacking clothing. I thought at first I had got my first cave man, but she could see no more so I took her back to when she was a child to find she was a young boy happily living in a close family unit, when suddenly his parents were killed in an accident. The boy was sent to a boarding school and adjusted well until he left to start work. He then found he felt utterly alone and could not face the life so he joined a monastery and became a monk. At first all was very well, but he was different from the other monks, for they were leading that life because of their faith whereas he had no faith at all. In spite of all the other monks for company he still felt entirely alone. He also had the added discomfort of having normal male sexual desires. He finally went to a cave where he beat himself with a boulder around his genital and abdomen area. He died from his wounds.
I did not quite clarify whether he meant to kill himself or just rid himself of his sexual desires, as I did not want to hold him there in his pain.
After the session we discussed what we had just witnessed and she now realizes that this past life is parallel to where she is up to in this life. Her faith in the light is now complete, but the experience showed that she also has to have absolute faith in herself for the light to flow through her as a clear channel for the healing power. So she now realizes that her test of faith is not with the light, or God, but in herself to be a good worker. I felt this example was a slightly gory one, but very expressive.
And whilst on the subject of fear brought about by guilt, I’ll end with a regression with a man who is very prominent in his field of work. He came to me because he felt he had lost his way in life. This was extremely painful for him as he was a teacher and felt he no longer had authority.
His session brought him forward as a young girl who lived with her parents but was very unhappy because her father would often beat her and her mother. Eventually, her life was unbearable. At the height of one attack, she grabbed a carving knife and stabbed her father in the stomach. In her fear and panic she could not face up to what she believed she had done, so she ran away and drowned herself in a nearby lake.
When we took her to the light, we discovered by looking back that she had not killed him at all, merely wounded him. Later we analyzed the whole thing and realized that the school he had seen in his regression had been almost identical to one he was sent to about the time his trouble began.
These examples clearly show a pattern. Just as a traumatic memory in the present life can be suppressed and later affect the personality, traumatic events in a past life can do the same. Encountering an experience which parallels something in a previous life can trigger that soul memory and mean that a person is almost living in the past. Through regression these memories can be unearthed, and the darkness cleared.
I hope that the changes in attitude towards regressional therapy – and other complementary treatments – will continue to change so that (in my lifetime, I hope) regression will become a normally accepted therapy. If we look back in history to the tribal patterns that were so natural for humans for so long, we can see that we have moved away from that. They had all manner of help within their own clan – the close family, the counselor, the seer, the healer – many of whom used natural ‘magic’ such as crystals and color healing. Just as we have lost our old-style families, we have also lost many of our gifts and arts. But I think we are becoming more open-minded again and I trust that the wheel is turning.
Excerpt from Celebrity Regressions