Life is the train not the station..On our soul's journey home to a state of infinite love and wisdom..a journey filled with mysteries and miracles..we rest,recuperate and reflect at the station in between lifetimes,..until it is time to board again,another train,another body..There is only one home and eventually we will return there sooner or later..It is a place of bliss...
Dr Brian Weiss.. in Miracles Happen..
Shared below are the learnings from a past life session that I had guided..Reproduced from the blog "Figments"of a blessed friend who took the effort to pen down her experience of the session..an experience which opens the door to the recognition that our true nature is spiritual..beyond the body..beyond the brain..we are all connected..we are manifestations of one Source Energy..and the lesson is always love..unconditional love..
"My Life..Once Upon a Time..
Do
all of us not wonder, what is it which is real and what is it that is just a
belief? Don’t we have a huge confusion about the practical, real and tough life
we lead and if there is anything beyond this life? Do we not wonder, if we had
a past or if we still have a future beyond this life? I always did, I know we
all do, except we thought that there are no ways to solve this mystery
I
don’t remember what day it was, or what time. It was an uneventful day when I
watched a trailer on TV. First impression…. Tacky, unreal and loud! Are you
scared of water? Are you afraid to travel by a flight? We have the answers to
your questions……. This is because of your past life….dive into your past and
find out the reason….. Raaz Pichle Janam Ka, (Secrets of your Past Life).
But,
however cheeky as it sounded, it did manage to arouse some curiosity in my
mind! Can this be true? Or is it just one of those reality TV shows where
nothing is real! Darn! The show started and the premiere had this lady reliving
her past as she is afraid to travel by air. She was on a flight when she dies
in her past life. Wow! Did that really happen? I watched a few more episodes
and my confusion grew each day.
The only way I can find out the answer to these
curious innumerable questions in my mind was by experiencing it. But that was
not possible, and was a funny thought! In due course the show ended and so did
my questions. All these questions had been transferred to the back of my mind
till another uneventful day.
A friend did not keep her word to come over one night as she had to go to some group session. The next day I got to know that she went for a session on Past Life Regression. Three words which came bouncing back in my mind. “What did you see?” I asked her. “I did not; I was too tensed to concentrate.” Damn! “Well the others in the session did see something!” and then she narrated a few incidents, a few experiences, not as vivid as on TV, but wow something happened right?
“Can I get this done too? Is that possible?”
And then it happened. Chandana, my guide stayed not very far from my place. My friend took an appointment for me and there I was with my sister. When we went there, both of us were not sure who is going in. Chandana said she can do only one session a day and it had to be either of us, and I was the experimental rat!
She took me to a room with a single bed. The curtains were pulled down and the door was closed. I was instructed to lie down, close my eyes and relax. While I was trying to relax with her soothing voice, two voices were screaming inside my head. One with the will to stop thinking and listen to her carefully and the other voice was ridiculing me to even give it a try.
Then she said, “I know there are two voices in your head believe in both but try to follow the one which may lead you to discover something more about yourself.” That’s it! I will concentrate. I tried not to think, and relaxed. Her voice changed.
“Imagine you are looking at a clear blue sky, an airplane making rounds and the white thick smoke coming out is writing your name in the sky. Now imagine the wind slowly fades your names away. Now you don’t have a name, a name is not important! The bed you are lying on is very soft and comfortable and you are slowly sinking into the bed.”
With her guidance I imagined I was in front of a big door and after opening the door, I could see all my loved ones, whoever I cared for, everyone was in there in the big hall. They were laughing, eating cheering. As soon as they saw me coming in, they stopped, looked at me, smiled and started clapping. I could feel my eyes swelling and my cheeks wet. All my loved ones came and hugged me at once; I hugged them back in my imagination, as tightly as I could, as I could understand in the back of my mind what the next instruction was going to be. Then with her instructions I said bye to them. My heart was heavy when I was leaving through the opposite door. I smiled and waved them goodbye as they went back to do their chores.
Then as instructed I was walking on a windy path. I could hear the rippling sounds of a river nearby. When I reached the bank of the river, I saw a boat, filled with cushions. I was instructed to untie the boat and lie down on the cushions and feel the boat gently move downwards, taking me on a ride to the years long gone in my life
When the boat stopped by for the first time, I was told that I will see an incident of when I was 12 to 14 years old. What I saw amazed me. This had been years back! My cousins, my sister and I were up on our terrace. The sky was filled with kites. One kite was flying so low that I reached for it and caught hold of it. We jumped to the ground so that the owner who was desperately trying pulling his kite back could not see us. All of us were rolling on the floor… laughing!
The second time the boat stops, I am 4 or 5 years old. We are walking down the road near my old house – my grandfather holding me and my sister. As we walk on the road, we see these small yellow flowers lying on the road. My grandfather loves them, they smell so good! We start collecting them and then we reach the sweet shop. We sit on the thin old benches and have the exact sweets which mom had instructed us not too. The doctor had strictly advised him to stay away from sweets, so every evening we would make this secret journey to the sweet shop and come back home with sparkling eyes hiding a funny secret.
The third time, I saw myself in two big hands with blue gloves. I was tiny, the light all over was hitting me, I was crying. “Can you see anyone around?” she asked. “Hands lots of hands, I said and Ma. She is in a lot of pain and she’s very tired.” And then suddenly I could feel my facial muscles stretch into a smile. “Why are you smiling?” “My sister has come! She is so small…we both are so small, but she’s here!”
The last journey to this life was when I was in my mother’s womb. It was pinkish and comfortable. I could hear Ma talking! “Can you hear anyone else?” “Yes of course! She is talking to my aunt.” “Can you feel your sister inside?” “Yes! Our knees are touching!”
The next journey was a long and tiring one. I was made to cross a foggy bridge and was requested to jump at the end of the bridge where I see a lot of light. I am scared to jump! I walked down another lane and opened a small black door this time. There was a spiral staircase and when I looked down. I could see a beautiful light… not too bright but a very comfortable light. With a count down from 10 to 1 had to reach down the stairs and get into the light!
“Can you see the floor? How does it feel?”
“Umm! I can’t see properly…wait I feel it. It is a marble floor, it is white!”
“Can you see your feet? How do they look?”
“They are white, red nail paint! I am in a big house!”
‘Describe the house to me, try and look around!”
“Well, I am in a huge room…marble floor, white walls. The borders of the walls have golden traditional designs on them! The ceiling is beautifully designed! There is a big marble table with beautiful chairs. There are corner stands… and…and there is a mirror!”
“What are you wearing? Look up your body! Look at your face, how do you look?”
“I am wearing a white silk gown! I see my face in the mirror…. Big eyes, I have big eyes and a very pleasant smile.” I could feel myself smiling again. “Brown hair”, I said smiling, “I have curly brown hair!” I was smiling because I always wished I had curly long hair!
“Ok! Do you have anyone around you?”
“No! I am alone!”
“Well, you must find a door! When you open the door, you will find your family there!”
I opened another door and saw two beautiful children playing!
“You said you see children! Are they yours?”
“Yes! They are mine! A daughter and a son aged about three and four! They are smiling at me! My daughter, oh wait, she my sister! She was my daughter then.
I could feel my eyes swell up again, my breath heavy. “Hug them! Hug your children and kiss them!” I hugged them, with all my mind, heart and soul! “Oh how I love you both, Sarah! Davis!” and I kiss them once again!
“Can you see your husband around?”
“No! Where is he?”
“Ask your children, they will know!”
“He is away, I don’t know where, they said he is away!”
“That is ok. Open another door and he will walk in.”
I open another door, and there he was, he was wearing some kind of a uniform… white shirt and white pants! I try to look at his face! “It is so vague!” I tell her. “Pull him closer, look into his eyes closely, do you know him? Call him by his name!”
“John!” I called out John. But I could not recognize him. “Ask him to call you by your name!”
I could hear a faint voice in my head, very low at first, and then a loud clear voice said, “Sharon
“Where are you? How old are you?”
“London London
“In the count of five, you will reach a very significant period in this life! 5...4...3...2...1!”
I was sitting outside my house! I was crying! I could not bear the pain anymore… why? Why me?
“Why are you crying?”
“I am alone, I don’t have anyone! I am all alone!”
“Where is your husband? How old are you now? Where are your children?”
“I am 38. Everyone has left me! I am all alone! There is no one around me! I feel so lonely!” I kept sobbing; I could not take the pain anymore!
Now we will go back to a point in your life when this incident happens! In the count of five!
I was in my room, with my children! This time I was sobbing harder. “What happened?”
“My husband… he is no more! He couldn’t come back!”
“Where did he go?”
“He went to fight! There was a war! Our children are small! Why did you leave me? Why? You didn’t have to go!”
“What year is this?”
“1856!”
“Calm down! Breathe easy! We will now go to a stage of your life when you were much older… and once again the countdown began.
I was standing outside my house. My children have come to visit me. I am about 50 years old. I have a big smile on my face. I was content and happy! I could hug my children again! They love me a lot!
“Ask your children what war was it, where their father died!”
“The war was not here! He went on a ship, far away!” was all I could utter!
“Now you will reach the moment when you died.”
I was about 80! I was lying on a white bed, feeling very cold! I saw my children around me and a few small children holding my hands! I could feel their soft fingers!
“Are these your grandchildren?”
“Yes!” I smiled.
“What happened to you? How do you feel?”
“I got pneumonia. But I am content. I have to go now.” I stated as a matter of fact!
“Leave your body and slowly let your soul rise!”
I could feel myself floating away from my old shriveled body. My children help me and cried!
“I am sorry, I really am!”
“Who is sorry?”
“Me!”
“Why?”
“Because, they are in pain, they did not want me to leave!” I sobbed! “I love you all!”
“You are a soul now! A wise soul! Stop crying and think about the pain you are carrying with you!”
“I am scared! I am very scared to be left alone! I am very scared to lose my loved ones!” I sobbed.
“Leave your fear in your old life! You will not carry it over to this life! Leave all your pains and sufferings and fears…. Let them end with your old life! Tell me what you learned from this life about yourself?”
“I can fight! I am strong and will not be scared! I will face life bravely like I did!” a voice in my mind said aloud!
“Good! Rise and let your soul float away! Tell me what you feel! Do you feel anything beside you?”
“Wings! I have wings! I am floating!”
“Do you see anyone?”
And then I saw him! A white pure figure! So soft yet powerful, that I felt like melting! He was old, long white beard! I sat down near him, my hands on his knees, and his hands over mine. His eyes were so kind, as if he was reading me.
“Who do you see? This is your angel! Ask him his name!”
I was confused; this might be Jesus, or Guru Nanak or Sai Baba! But they are all one! Whoever he is I held his hand tight! “God, he is God!”
“Thank him! Thank him for your past life, thank him for the life you have now, thank him for everything around you!”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I kept repeating…..
“Pray to him! This is the time! Ask for whatever you want! He is listening to you now! Tell him whatever you want!” I prayed….
“Ask him if he has any message for you.”
“I will always be protected”
“Ask him if he has any message for me.”
I smiled and said, ‘Be happy!”
“Is he still there with you?”
“Yes! I am holding his hands!”
“Let go of him, he has to go!”
I left his soft hands. He disappeared into the bright light!
“You will now come back to your life. You don’t have any pain in your body or mind anymore! You are a very happy person! Lift your palm to your face, rub your eyes and get up!”
I got up, in the dark room. My eyes were burning and wet with all the crying. I had some water and went out. My sister and my friend were waiting for me outside. I was cold! My friend hugged me tight and the tears came rolling down as I looked into my sisters eyes! Sarah!
LATER:
My sister and friend searched Google for a war during 1856. It was the Crimean War (October 1853 – February 1856).
My parents were shocked to hear me relate the story of my past! My mother was more shocked that I could remember the time I was born.
My brother, though disappointed that I did not see him in my last birth, tried to hook on to every silly little details I could provide.
I could not sleep that night. All the thoughts kept bothering me. My mind filled with more questions? From whether there were nail paints back then or was I day dreaming and these were figments of my imagination….
The questions have increased in number, so has the conflict between real and unreal! But in the end, I believe, I trust! I am thankful for whatever I have in life now, all the people I have now and all the ones I’ll leave behind. I love you all and I still love you John, Sarah, Davis.."
Dr Brian Weiss.. in Miracles Happen..
Shared below are the learnings from a past life session that I had guided..Reproduced from the blog "Figments"of a blessed friend who took the effort to pen down her experience of the session..an experience which opens the door to the recognition that our true nature is spiritual..beyond the body..beyond the brain..we are all connected..we are manifestations of one Source Energy..and the lesson is always love..unconditional love..
"My Life..Once Upon a Time..
A friend did not keep her word to come over one night as she had to go to some group session. The next day I got to know that she went for a session on Past Life Regression. Three words which came bouncing back in my mind. “What did you see?” I asked her. “I did not; I was too tensed to concentrate.” Damn! “Well the others in the session did see something!” and then she narrated a few incidents, a few experiences, not as vivid as on TV, but wow something happened right?
“Can I get this done too? Is that possible?”
And then it happened. Chandana, my guide stayed not very far from my place. My friend took an appointment for me and there I was with my sister. When we went there, both of us were not sure who is going in. Chandana said she can do only one session a day and it had to be either of us, and I was the experimental rat!
She took me to a room with a single bed. The curtains were pulled down and the door was closed. I was instructed to lie down, close my eyes and relax. While I was trying to relax with her soothing voice, two voices were screaming inside my head. One with the will to stop thinking and listen to her carefully and the other voice was ridiculing me to even give it a try.
Then she said, “I know there are two voices in your head believe in both but try to follow the one which may lead you to discover something more about yourself.” That’s it! I will concentrate. I tried not to think, and relaxed. Her voice changed.
“Imagine you are looking at a clear blue sky, an airplane making rounds and the white thick smoke coming out is writing your name in the sky. Now imagine the wind slowly fades your names away. Now you don’t have a name, a name is not important! The bed you are lying on is very soft and comfortable and you are slowly sinking into the bed.”
With her guidance I imagined I was in front of a big door and after opening the door, I could see all my loved ones, whoever I cared for, everyone was in there in the big hall. They were laughing, eating cheering. As soon as they saw me coming in, they stopped, looked at me, smiled and started clapping. I could feel my eyes swelling and my cheeks wet. All my loved ones came and hugged me at once; I hugged them back in my imagination, as tightly as I could, as I could understand in the back of my mind what the next instruction was going to be. Then with her instructions I said bye to them. My heart was heavy when I was leaving through the opposite door. I smiled and waved them goodbye as they went back to do their chores.
Then as instructed I was walking on a windy path. I could hear the rippling sounds of a river nearby. When I reached the bank of the river, I saw a boat, filled with cushions. I was instructed to untie the boat and lie down on the cushions and feel the boat gently move downwards, taking me on a ride to the years long gone in my life
When the boat stopped by for the first time, I was told that I will see an incident of when I was 12 to 14 years old. What I saw amazed me. This had been years back! My cousins, my sister and I were up on our terrace. The sky was filled with kites. One kite was flying so low that I reached for it and caught hold of it. We jumped to the ground so that the owner who was desperately trying pulling his kite back could not see us. All of us were rolling on the floor… laughing!
The second time the boat stops, I am 4 or 5 years old. We are walking down the road near my old house – my grandfather holding me and my sister. As we walk on the road, we see these small yellow flowers lying on the road. My grandfather loves them, they smell so good! We start collecting them and then we reach the sweet shop. We sit on the thin old benches and have the exact sweets which mom had instructed us not too. The doctor had strictly advised him to stay away from sweets, so every evening we would make this secret journey to the sweet shop and come back home with sparkling eyes hiding a funny secret.
The third time, I saw myself in two big hands with blue gloves. I was tiny, the light all over was hitting me, I was crying. “Can you see anyone around?” she asked. “Hands lots of hands, I said and Ma. She is in a lot of pain and she’s very tired.” And then suddenly I could feel my facial muscles stretch into a smile. “Why are you smiling?” “My sister has come! She is so small…we both are so small, but she’s here!”
The last journey to this life was when I was in my mother’s womb. It was pinkish and comfortable. I could hear Ma talking! “Can you hear anyone else?” “Yes of course! She is talking to my aunt.” “Can you feel your sister inside?” “Yes! Our knees are touching!”
The next journey was a long and tiring one. I was made to cross a foggy bridge and was requested to jump at the end of the bridge where I see a lot of light. I am scared to jump! I walked down another lane and opened a small black door this time. There was a spiral staircase and when I looked down. I could see a beautiful light… not too bright but a very comfortable light. With a count down from 10 to 1 had to reach down the stairs and get into the light!
“Can you see the floor? How does it feel?”
“Umm! I can’t see properly…wait I feel it. It is a marble floor, it is white!”
“Can you see your feet? How do they look?”
“They are white, red nail paint! I am in a big house!”
‘Describe the house to me, try and look around!”
“Well, I am in a huge room…marble floor, white walls. The borders of the walls have golden traditional designs on them! The ceiling is beautifully designed! There is a big marble table with beautiful chairs. There are corner stands… and…and there is a mirror!”
“What are you wearing? Look up your body! Look at your face, how do you look?”
“I am wearing a white silk gown! I see my face in the mirror…. Big eyes, I have big eyes and a very pleasant smile.” I could feel myself smiling again. “Brown hair”, I said smiling, “I have curly brown hair!” I was smiling because I always wished I had curly long hair!
“Ok! Do you have anyone around you?”
“No! I am alone!”
“Well, you must find a door! When you open the door, you will find your family there!”
I opened another door and saw two beautiful children playing!
“You said you see children! Are they yours?”
“Yes! They are mine! A daughter and a son aged about three and four! They are smiling at me! My daughter, oh wait, she my sister! She was my daughter then.
I could feel my eyes swell up again, my breath heavy. “Hug them! Hug your children and kiss them!” I hugged them, with all my mind, heart and soul! “Oh how I love you both, Sarah! Davis!” and I kiss them once again!
“Can you see your husband around?”
“No! Where is he?”
“Ask your children, they will know!”
“He is away, I don’t know where, they said he is away!”
“That is ok. Open another door and he will walk in.”
I open another door, and there he was, he was wearing some kind of a uniform… white shirt and white pants! I try to look at his face! “It is so vague!” I tell her. “Pull him closer, look into his eyes closely, do you know him? Call him by his name!”
“John!” I called out John. But I could not recognize him. “Ask him to call you by your name!”
I could hear a faint voice in my head, very low at first, and then a loud clear voice said, “
“Where are you? How old are you?”
“
“In the count of five, you will reach a very significant period in this life! 5...4...3...2...1!”
I was sitting outside my house! I was crying! I could not bear the pain anymore… why? Why me?
“Why are you crying?”
“I am alone, I don’t have anyone! I am all alone!”
“Where is your husband? How old are you now? Where are your children?”
“I am 38. Everyone has left me! I am all alone! There is no one around me! I feel so lonely!” I kept sobbing; I could not take the pain anymore!
Now we will go back to a point in your life when this incident happens! In the count of five!
I was in my room, with my children! This time I was sobbing harder. “What happened?”
“My husband… he is no more! He couldn’t come back!”
“Where did he go?”
“He went to fight! There was a war! Our children are small! Why did you leave me? Why? You didn’t have to go!”
“What year is this?”
“1856!”
“Calm down! Breathe easy! We will now go to a stage of your life when you were much older… and once again the countdown began.
I was standing outside my house. My children have come to visit me. I am about 50 years old. I have a big smile on my face. I was content and happy! I could hug my children again! They love me a lot!
“Ask your children what war was it, where their father died!”
“The war was not here! He went on a ship, far away!” was all I could utter!
“Now you will reach the moment when you died.”
I was about 80! I was lying on a white bed, feeling very cold! I saw my children around me and a few small children holding my hands! I could feel their soft fingers!
“Are these your grandchildren?”
“Yes!” I smiled.
“What happened to you? How do you feel?”
“I got pneumonia. But I am content. I have to go now.” I stated as a matter of fact!
“Leave your body and slowly let your soul rise!”
I could feel myself floating away from my old shriveled body. My children help me and cried!
“I am sorry, I really am!”
“Who is sorry?”
“Me!”
“Why?”
“Because, they are in pain, they did not want me to leave!” I sobbed! “I love you all!”
“You are a soul now! A wise soul! Stop crying and think about the pain you are carrying with you!”
“I am scared! I am very scared to be left alone! I am very scared to lose my loved ones!” I sobbed.
“Leave your fear in your old life! You will not carry it over to this life! Leave all your pains and sufferings and fears…. Let them end with your old life! Tell me what you learned from this life about yourself?”
“I can fight! I am strong and will not be scared! I will face life bravely like I did!” a voice in my mind said aloud!
“Good! Rise and let your soul float away! Tell me what you feel! Do you feel anything beside you?”
“Wings! I have wings! I am floating!”
“Do you see anyone?”
And then I saw him! A white pure figure! So soft yet powerful, that I felt like melting! He was old, long white beard! I sat down near him, my hands on his knees, and his hands over mine. His eyes were so kind, as if he was reading me.
“Who do you see? This is your angel! Ask him his name!”
I was confused; this might be Jesus, or Guru Nanak or Sai Baba! But they are all one! Whoever he is I held his hand tight! “God, he is God!”
“Thank him! Thank him for your past life, thank him for the life you have now, thank him for everything around you!”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I kept repeating…..
“Pray to him! This is the time! Ask for whatever you want! He is listening to you now! Tell him whatever you want!” I prayed….
“Ask him if he has any message for you.”
“I will always be protected”
“Ask him if he has any message for me.”
I smiled and said, ‘Be happy!”
“Is he still there with you?”
“Yes! I am holding his hands!”
“Let go of him, he has to go!”
I left his soft hands. He disappeared into the bright light!
“You will now come back to your life. You don’t have any pain in your body or mind anymore! You are a very happy person! Lift your palm to your face, rub your eyes and get up!”
I got up, in the dark room. My eyes were burning and wet with all the crying. I had some water and went out. My sister and my friend were waiting for me outside. I was cold! My friend hugged me tight and the tears came rolling down as I looked into my sisters eyes! Sarah!
LATER:
My sister and friend searched Google for a war during 1856. It was the Crimean War (October 1853 – February 1856).
My parents were shocked to hear me relate the story of my past! My mother was more shocked that I could remember the time I was born.
My brother, though disappointed that I did not see him in my last birth, tried to hook on to every silly little details I could provide.
I could not sleep that night. All the thoughts kept bothering me. My mind filled with more questions? From whether there were nail paints back then or was I day dreaming and these were figments of my imagination….
The questions have increased in number, so has the conflict between real and unreal! But in the end, I believe, I trust! I am thankful for whatever I have in life now, all the people I have now and all the ones I’ll leave behind. I love you all and I still love you John, Sarah, Davis.."
