Chansa
Senior Registered
I mentioned in another post that I am hesitant to "force" myself to remember/experience a past life because I didn't want the results to be my mind making things up to appease me. The few times I have honestly attempted to retrieve some memory of who I lived as before, I came to a wall. It literally felt like a wall, anyway, a wall pushing against my forehead.
For example, the most notable attempt at remembering a past life was an "amateur" regression led by my mother when I was 14, 7 years ago. I had helped her regress into three past lives, one very intensely emotional and she had resolved bitterness from that life almost instantaneously. I was excited about the results and at my request she agreed to try regressing me. The experience has never quite left me.
She went about it differently than I did. I was in a very relaxed state, to the point of almost forgetting totally about my body while simultaneously being very aware of all the little sounds in the room. When I should have experienced or sensed something in the regression, however, I got nothing and told her so. So she improvised and started going back in time, slowly, suggesting different years, by decade. When she reached the late 1700's, I think, it happened.
She was about to go back another decade when I asked her if my brother's television was on in the other room because I heard a baby crying and a woman singing or humming a lullaby. It was very muffled. Well, there was no tv on and she couldn't hear what I was hearing.
Out of nowhere I was overcome with deep sadness. "This feels like a deep grieving type of sadness," I thought. My forehead seized up so tightly that I was in physical pain. I felt frustration. It was unclear why but when I looked for a reason I ended up deciding it was from not seeing anything during the regression, that I was more upset than I thought at not seeing anything, despite hearing the woman and the baby, both who were crying at this point. In retrospect, years later, I realize it wasn't that at all.
I heard windchimes, maybe bells, too. I felt powerless and started bawling and sobbing very suddenly. Deep, choking sobs, as if I'd been holding my sadness in but couldn't anymore and it was breaking through whether I wanted it to or not. I started feeling sorry for the mother and the baby and then thought of my mother, in this life, dying, too. As soon as I had that thought all I could think was, "NO! Not my mother! Stay! STAY! Please don't go!" I REALLY started having trouble as my sinuses had already had their fill of crying at that point. My chest was heaving and I felt a heaviness there, in my chest.
At this point, my mother decided to end it and she held me while I cried on the couch. As she rocked me, I found it very strange to me since she had never been the really affectionate type. She was so distant. The kind of mom to push me away, physically, when I'd try to hug her or kiss her. At this point, all I could do was cling to her. I grasped her forearms around me and buried my face in her shoulder. My forehead still hurt really badly. The whole thing lasted maybe less than half an hour, including induction.
My forehead has always clenched up tightly, since I was a little girl, so much that I'm always massaging it before bed to ease the tight muscles there. Even when trying to relax, it's the most difficult to relax so it ends up being the last body part I try to soothe. It was clenched up as we went back through the decades, a bit more than usual but I chalked it up to a fluke or something. I don't know, I guess I thought it was just anticipation or bracing myself.
I know at this point it sounds really silly, especially now that I've gone through the process of actually writing about it for the first time...but I can't help but wonder if I made it all up? That's what this post was originally going to be about, about whether this resonated with anyone else's personal experiences but I guess I'm really just sharing the story here. I wonder what life I touched upon that day as I had no real sense of who I was, let alone SEE anything. It wasn't memory so much as experience, an audial, emotional, slightly physical experience. I've been thinking about the experience a LOT lately and wonder how to tap into it again, to bring myself a sense of closure.
Has anyone else had an experience without any visuals? If you have, were you able to resolve any issues you had even though you didn't get visual impressions?
For example, the most notable attempt at remembering a past life was an "amateur" regression led by my mother when I was 14, 7 years ago. I had helped her regress into three past lives, one very intensely emotional and she had resolved bitterness from that life almost instantaneously. I was excited about the results and at my request she agreed to try regressing me. The experience has never quite left me.
She went about it differently than I did. I was in a very relaxed state, to the point of almost forgetting totally about my body while simultaneously being very aware of all the little sounds in the room. When I should have experienced or sensed something in the regression, however, I got nothing and told her so. So she improvised and started going back in time, slowly, suggesting different years, by decade. When she reached the late 1700's, I think, it happened.
She was about to go back another decade when I asked her if my brother's television was on in the other room because I heard a baby crying and a woman singing or humming a lullaby. It was very muffled. Well, there was no tv on and she couldn't hear what I was hearing.
Out of nowhere I was overcome with deep sadness. "This feels like a deep grieving type of sadness," I thought. My forehead seized up so tightly that I was in physical pain. I felt frustration. It was unclear why but when I looked for a reason I ended up deciding it was from not seeing anything during the regression, that I was more upset than I thought at not seeing anything, despite hearing the woman and the baby, both who were crying at this point. In retrospect, years later, I realize it wasn't that at all.
I heard windchimes, maybe bells, too. I felt powerless and started bawling and sobbing very suddenly. Deep, choking sobs, as if I'd been holding my sadness in but couldn't anymore and it was breaking through whether I wanted it to or not. I started feeling sorry for the mother and the baby and then thought of my mother, in this life, dying, too. As soon as I had that thought all I could think was, "NO! Not my mother! Stay! STAY! Please don't go!" I REALLY started having trouble as my sinuses had already had their fill of crying at that point. My chest was heaving and I felt a heaviness there, in my chest.
At this point, my mother decided to end it and she held me while I cried on the couch. As she rocked me, I found it very strange to me since she had never been the really affectionate type. She was so distant. The kind of mom to push me away, physically, when I'd try to hug her or kiss her. At this point, all I could do was cling to her. I grasped her forearms around me and buried my face in her shoulder. My forehead still hurt really badly. The whole thing lasted maybe less than half an hour, including induction.
My forehead has always clenched up tightly, since I was a little girl, so much that I'm always massaging it before bed to ease the tight muscles there. Even when trying to relax, it's the most difficult to relax so it ends up being the last body part I try to soothe. It was clenched up as we went back through the decades, a bit more than usual but I chalked it up to a fluke or something. I don't know, I guess I thought it was just anticipation or bracing myself.
I know at this point it sounds really silly, especially now that I've gone through the process of actually writing about it for the first time...but I can't help but wonder if I made it all up? That's what this post was originally going to be about, about whether this resonated with anyone else's personal experiences but I guess I'm really just sharing the story here. I wonder what life I touched upon that day as I had no real sense of who I was, let alone SEE anything. It wasn't memory so much as experience, an audial, emotional, slightly physical experience. I've been thinking about the experience a LOT lately and wonder how to tap into it again, to bring myself a sense of closure.
Has anyone else had an experience without any visuals? If you have, were you able to resolve any issues you had even though you didn't get visual impressions?