Hippy16
Senior Registered
Tonight I felt fairly awake, and calm so I decided it was time for another regression. So the first one I kind of zoned out and maybe fell asleep, so I restarted it and tried again..and it worked.
First thing I go back to my house in Moreno Valley. Its early morning, and I can see the mountain to the right, and the other houses. I get this really happy/sad feeling, and feel extremely happy to be there. I walk in, and see some stuff, and notice there is a tv. I walk to the back bedroom, which is mine. The bed has a black comforter with silver design. It's a large bedroom. There is an ironing board up, and I large mirror. But the room is messy, and the bed is not made. There are clothes on the floor as well. I leave the bedroom, and walk to my son's room, its messy as well. The date says Tuesday September 6th 1983. In the mirror I have the same dark brown/black perm. I have on black pants, no shoes, and a purple shirt idk. I looked weird.
Then to my job, I walk out of the house, and around back, and feel extremely happy. I was having such an intense feeling of happiness it was weird. It felt so familiar. So I get in my car, and drive down the road, and its going kind of fast, then I merge onto the highway, and then end up at this place. Its not the florist, I don't think I worked there. Maybe someone I knew. But I walk in, then immediately go upstairs and there's a table, and shelves, and a small TV, and stuff everywhere, and a man. I'm not sure it was weird.
Then I go to my childhood. I also feel that same familiar happy sad feeling. There are huge trees around my house, evergreen trees. It feels cool, and its gray outside, but beautiful. I am older, maybe 15. I have shoulder length hair kind of in a flip. I have a knee length dress. I go inside and feel really sad. (For some reason this regression wasn't extremely clear visually, but extremely clear emotionally). Something about my dad. Im not sure. Then I see my mom in the kitchen, and it also is so familiar. She says "Don't let go" Then also she tells me "I am meant to heal old wounds". Both of those messages left me confused. So I walk into the hallway, and go upstairs, into a room, and I see a little boy or girl, or something, they were my sibling!! Then its telling me to leave.
The to a sad memory. I go back to the house, I am 15 or so. I get this extreme sad feeling, my entire body is tingly and terrified. My mom is there and she kind of holds me. I don't know what happened. I think my dad died. Then I'm upstairs in the bathroom, and I'm crying and on the floor against the tub. Then I am in my room, looking in the mirror, like sideways looking at my stomach. I know I am pregnant. It is February 1964 or 65. I just feel sick about the whole situation. I am assuming I got pregnant around the same time my dad died, so it was not a good time in my life. I also got the feeling I never had the baby.
Then to a happy memory! It is 1970, I am in L.A. downtown, I can see it all. It is dusk, its warm, its beautiful. I am on the street with a man, and I have jeans on, my hair is long about to my mid back. I have a like button down yellow shirt, that's tight. I don't have shoes on. He is really tall, and has brown hair, shaggy. He has like a jean jacket on, and jeans. No shoes either. We kiss. Then We are in an apartment. 31 B to be exact. Its kind of a junky apartment building, but it feels so familiar. Inside there are some people. The window is opened, and there's a table. And a couch. Someone is sleeping. Theres a lot of junk. I seem to remember newspapers in stacks, tied together everywhere. Some guy is on the floor by the window. There were drugs or something being done. I felt weird. I kept seeing something. I don't know. It was hard to see anything. everything was distorted. Then I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door, it was dirty, and the mirror was dirty. I felt weird. Then it ended.
Im not sure what to say about this one. It was weird. definatly more emotion than actual images, which i think made it feel more real. It was like i was there. And again, with this past life, everything has this weird familiar feeling about it. More so than my other past life. Im guessing thats becuase it was the more recent one, and i probably had these memories as a baby/young child. so now im reliving them. very dejavu like. its hard to explain.
hmm..L.A
also the name Montreal came up twice. once when i was at my house in MoVal, then also at my childhood home. idk.
First thing I go back to my house in Moreno Valley. Its early morning, and I can see the mountain to the right, and the other houses. I get this really happy/sad feeling, and feel extremely happy to be there. I walk in, and see some stuff, and notice there is a tv. I walk to the back bedroom, which is mine. The bed has a black comforter with silver design. It's a large bedroom. There is an ironing board up, and I large mirror. But the room is messy, and the bed is not made. There are clothes on the floor as well. I leave the bedroom, and walk to my son's room, its messy as well. The date says Tuesday September 6th 1983. In the mirror I have the same dark brown/black perm. I have on black pants, no shoes, and a purple shirt idk. I looked weird.
Then to my job, I walk out of the house, and around back, and feel extremely happy. I was having such an intense feeling of happiness it was weird. It felt so familiar. So I get in my car, and drive down the road, and its going kind of fast, then I merge onto the highway, and then end up at this place. Its not the florist, I don't think I worked there. Maybe someone I knew. But I walk in, then immediately go upstairs and there's a table, and shelves, and a small TV, and stuff everywhere, and a man. I'm not sure it was weird.
Then I go to my childhood. I also feel that same familiar happy sad feeling. There are huge trees around my house, evergreen trees. It feels cool, and its gray outside, but beautiful. I am older, maybe 15. I have shoulder length hair kind of in a flip. I have a knee length dress. I go inside and feel really sad. (For some reason this regression wasn't extremely clear visually, but extremely clear emotionally). Something about my dad. Im not sure. Then I see my mom in the kitchen, and it also is so familiar. She says "Don't let go" Then also she tells me "I am meant to heal old wounds". Both of those messages left me confused. So I walk into the hallway, and go upstairs, into a room, and I see a little boy or girl, or something, they were my sibling!! Then its telling me to leave.
The to a sad memory. I go back to the house, I am 15 or so. I get this extreme sad feeling, my entire body is tingly and terrified. My mom is there and she kind of holds me. I don't know what happened. I think my dad died. Then I'm upstairs in the bathroom, and I'm crying and on the floor against the tub. Then I am in my room, looking in the mirror, like sideways looking at my stomach. I know I am pregnant. It is February 1964 or 65. I just feel sick about the whole situation. I am assuming I got pregnant around the same time my dad died, so it was not a good time in my life. I also got the feeling I never had the baby.
Then to a happy memory! It is 1970, I am in L.A. downtown, I can see it all. It is dusk, its warm, its beautiful. I am on the street with a man, and I have jeans on, my hair is long about to my mid back. I have a like button down yellow shirt, that's tight. I don't have shoes on. He is really tall, and has brown hair, shaggy. He has like a jean jacket on, and jeans. No shoes either. We kiss. Then We are in an apartment. 31 B to be exact. Its kind of a junky apartment building, but it feels so familiar. Inside there are some people. The window is opened, and there's a table. And a couch. Someone is sleeping. Theres a lot of junk. I seem to remember newspapers in stacks, tied together everywhere. Some guy is on the floor by the window. There were drugs or something being done. I felt weird. I kept seeing something. I don't know. It was hard to see anything. everything was distorted. Then I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door, it was dirty, and the mirror was dirty. I felt weird. Then it ended.
Im not sure what to say about this one. It was weird. definatly more emotion than actual images, which i think made it feel more real. It was like i was there. And again, with this past life, everything has this weird familiar feeling about it. More so than my other past life. Im guessing thats becuase it was the more recent one, and i probably had these memories as a baby/young child. so now im reliving them. very dejavu like. its hard to explain.
hmm..L.A
also the name Montreal came up twice. once when i was at my house in MoVal, then also at my childhood home. idk.
