Hi everyone, hope all is well.
I recently journeyed on a regression to try to find answers for my current life.
Basically even though I'm British I'm obsessed with anything Greek. Food, music, religion, language, people, classics, etc etc. Its on the weird side.
Anyway, the regression was really successful, I saw myself, saw my children; 2 sons and a daughter who was utterly stunning with dark hair and glass blue eyes.
I was so happy, but did not see my husband, even though I knew I was ecstatically in love with him.
The experience forwarded some years, I knew I was old. But I felt completely dead inside, I was literally waiting to die. I got the feeling that I was even refusing to speak.
My husband had died, not of anything extreme, just old age I think, but my loss was so great I shut off.
I saw myself in bed, waiting to die, my children were grown and around me, but I still wouldn't speak, I didnt feel anything anymore, not like when I first arrived and was so full of joy.
Anyway this explained so much for me in my current life; even though I am very compassionate and empathetic I really struggle to properly connect to anybody, even my family. If somebody leaves me or hurts me I am so quick to write them out of my mind, its actually quite discerning the power of detachment that I have.
I think I vowed to never love again when he died, which is really affecting my ability to maintain relationships today.
I would LOVE to find him. I'm scared I won't feel peace until I do.
Can anyone offer ay comfort or advice?
Sent with lots of love and hugs xxx
I recently journeyed on a regression to try to find answers for my current life.
Basically even though I'm British I'm obsessed with anything Greek. Food, music, religion, language, people, classics, etc etc. Its on the weird side.
Anyway, the regression was really successful, I saw myself, saw my children; 2 sons and a daughter who was utterly stunning with dark hair and glass blue eyes.
I was so happy, but did not see my husband, even though I knew I was ecstatically in love with him.
The experience forwarded some years, I knew I was old. But I felt completely dead inside, I was literally waiting to die. I got the feeling that I was even refusing to speak.
My husband had died, not of anything extreme, just old age I think, but my loss was so great I shut off.
I saw myself in bed, waiting to die, my children were grown and around me, but I still wouldn't speak, I didnt feel anything anymore, not like when I first arrived and was so full of joy.
Anyway this explained so much for me in my current life; even though I am very compassionate and empathetic I really struggle to properly connect to anybody, even my family. If somebody leaves me or hurts me I am so quick to write them out of my mind, its actually quite discerning the power of detachment that I have.
I think I vowed to never love again when he died, which is really affecting my ability to maintain relationships today.
I would LOVE to find him. I'm scared I won't feel peace until I do.
Can anyone offer ay comfort or advice?
Sent with lots of love and hugs xxx