It's been a magical weekend. I did a spell to get over the lost people in my life, found magical items related to me (including one at a GUN RANGE, say what?), and had the past life regression. Which actually worked for me, but not for my friend who went along with me. That last part made me kind of sad because I was curious as to how it would go, but she got some kind of "you don't need to do this" message and got some mental kick out of it. I would have figured that sort of thing for me and not her. Go figure.
This is approximately what the counselor lady (B) did during the regression:
(a) had you mentally go into an office at the end of the day, gently herd people out the door, turn off the lights, and head to the elevator. (This is to get your brain out of busy mode or something.)
(b) The elevator has a button on it marked with a heart, push it. It goes down to your personal sanctuary.
(c) My personal sanctuary is a green, sun-dappled garden with a bunch of chaise lounge chairs.
(d) You're told that a guide shows up... mine was Hades. Which is just fitting. Persephone showed up soon after that and made the introductions. She tells you that your guide is going to poof out to make the arrangements, and he does. Persephone accompanies me back to the elevator, where you push a button marked with a path. She pretty much held me up in the elevator ride.
(e) You get out of the elevator (Persephone stayed behind) and walk down a path. Around the middle of the path down to the beach is a big tree. At the end of the path is a boat, which has your guide (Hades) in it, which will take you to a relevant life.
(f) So we pull up at a beach and I get "Normandy Beach." Oh. B tells you to look down at your feet and I've got combat boots on and a uniform and helmet and I'm a big ol' soldier dude. (I forget in the moment if this is WWI or II, I'm told it was probably II. It looks more like a WWII camo uniform to me, but what do I know on that.) It feels right to be a big-sized soldier dude, I think
I might be around 6'4 or something. I get that my name is Jeremy at some point.
Apparently I was not Hitler in a past life.
(g) I head on down to the beach, which is crowded, soldiers are everywhere. I head towards a trench when B tells us to "go home for dinner." I decide to find the nearest mess tent instead, that seems more appropriate. I am definitely not "at home," wherever that is, I'm in battle. I get along with people in general, but am pretty taciturn, am not close to anybody. I try to probe around mentally to see what his family situation is like, but he's really disconnected from them and I can't really tell if he's married or has parents alive or where he's from or what. They are just very, very far away, wherever they are. He's really numb and uncaring (yeah, sounds like me).
(h) B has us scene change (I forget what she said to do for this bit) and I'm in the middle of having sex with a hot blonde girl in a slip in a bedroom of a little house. Huzzah! I always wanted to have sex like a guy! It's marvelous. Words cannot express how schmoopy Jeremy is over this girl (her name is Jane, I think). She doesn't talk during this, which makes me wonder if she's French and if there's a language barrier going on or something. I don't think Jeremy cares, he's completely crazy about her, saying, "mine, mine" and "finally!" a lot. She tells us to go to a time when we're at our most vulnerable and I think I am already there. Dude is obsessively in love.
I do wonder at this point if Jane is someone I could recognize in this life... I don't quite think so, but the feelings are quite familiar. God knows I obsess about being in love with *someone* like that, have always felt like I'm missing that person, wherever the fuck they are. The feelings are familiar even if I can't quite peg who Jane is in the way that I thought I might be able to (and was indeed shooting for). "That's my girl" is going on in his head. Waaaaaaaay obsessed even in the afterglow moment. Can't get enough. Mumbles something about wishing I hadn't settled earlier, wish I'd met her earlier. (Is there a wife at home? I'd guess statistically that's likely, but fuck if I know from Jeremy's brain, 'cause he doesn't care about that.)
(i) B has us go to right before our death, and that's where I see Jane get blown up in front of me. And at that point Jeremy just snaps. To say he doesn't give a shit about living any more is an understatement. He wants her back and he'll move heaven and hell to get her back and he doesn't care how and that's all he can think about and... one assumes he did suicide via wartime somehow.
(I have always felt like I did something really, really bad in a past life, something bad enough where I feel like my soul should have been annihilated. I did not find out if I did something that bad before or after this snapshot in time, but it doesn't seem like I did? Then what causes that?)
(j) Then we cut to the afterlife, where I am reunited with Jane, lots of hugging going on. We're to talk with some guy upstairs about what to do in our next life, I am insistent on being with Jane and that is really all I care about in this. The guy (I'll call him The Power That Be) says we can reunite, but it'll be later on in this life, there are other things we need to do first. But we get a lot longer together later, he says. We have to learn to come together so we can teach others or something. Jane was a violinist in life (I flash on her playing for me in her bedroom at this point) and needs to actually get started on her music career. I... have family obligations that I have to take care of first that I didn't in this life because I wanted to be with Jane. It doesn't get much more specific than that. Oh, and this time we're switching genders. "Buh?" I think the guy starts in on what I'm supposed to do in life--I'm supposed to teach something (with her, I guess?), but sadly, Jeremy just ain't listening because all he can think about is wanting to be with Jane. Thanks, Jeremy, 'cause I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THAT.
FIGURES, EH? Yeah, that's all I can ever fucking think about is being with someone rather than my actual goals in life otherwise. Whatever they are.
"Oh," and Jane says (finally she speaks. Doesn't sound like she has a French actress in the afterlife?), "I want to have children because I didn't get to in this life." Jeremy is all, "Buh?" I don't think he's as against the idea as I am, but I don't think he's ever wanted any either. She says it's non-negotiable. He kind of winds up with, "uh, I guess if I have to if I want to be with you..." and the scene ends.
I'm back with Hades on the beach, slipping back into regular girl size (how disappointing). Hades says "when you're 35, only a few more years." I like him. He understands what it's like to pine. B says that your guide gives you something, and Hades gives me a heart.
So there you go.
How valid is this? Who knows, of course. I do think it relates to what I've looked at in my astrological chart (especially stuff I read in Yesterday's Sky, which I apparently have NOT written about here, oops), certainly, and one can easily argue that I just mentally made up a story that fits what I'd assume from that. True... though it's different when you're having the visions of stuff in your head, somehow.