Discovering Past Life Regression: A Personal Journey

I probably stumbled into the idea of past life regression the same way many people do. I had tried every conventional way of addressing an issue holding me back with little to no positive results.

My dilemma – I felt unseen, invisible. It was more than just feeling invisible in a crowd of people. It played out in ways I could follow in a theme flowing from early childhood into adulthood. When I was younger, it looked like being last picked for teams in elementary school. As I became employed, it manifested as other people receiving credit for projects I initiated and putting great effort and leadership into launching.

Don’t get me wrong. No woman is an island. However, when you are continuously overlooked, or others receive accolades, it zaps your motivation to put your heart and soul into new projects.

Exploring Conventional Therapy Versus Spiritual Insights

I tried conventional therapy. Each therapist I worked with, and there were a few due to the requirements of my master’s program in psychology, gave me a different take on why I felt this way. Nothing they said changed the results I was receiving in life.

One therapist suggested it was because of the era I was raised in. Children were to be seen and not heard when I was growing up.  In our family, children weren’t to be seen or heard. We spent much energy being out of sight, so we were out of mind when it came time to dole out the chores. And there were plenty of chores if you appeared not to have anything to do.

Another therapist suggested I just put myself out there and try harder. They recommended I toot my horn more often and brag about my accomplishments. That felt yucky and hard and went against the very grain inside me. I tried it and failed miserably. It felt like I was jumping up and down and saying, “Notice me! Notice me!”

There were as many conventional/therapeutic approaches as there were counselors. It was about my belief in myself. It was about my confidence. It was about my willingness to be recognized. It was about how I perceived the acknowledgment that others received but didn’t recognize when I received it.

You get the idea. There were lots of theories, but nothing changed.

The Turning Point: Encountering Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique

One night, I was listening to Coast to Coast. Dolores Cannon was being interviewed. She shared her groundbreaking approach to healing. It centered on regression therapy. It was such a unique approach that she named it Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique. I learned about regression therapy in graduate school. Dolores was taking it a lot further than what we were taught. She was regressing people into past lives.

They Get Your Attention in Three’s

As is true when “they” (the guides you have on your team) want to get your attention, I began to see the idea of past lives pop up everywhere. Dr. Brian Weiss was going to be in Sacramento and was giving a workshop on past lives. I had just completed reading  Wayne Dyer’s experience with being regressed in his book “Wishes Fulfilled.” I listened and acted upon the hints I was receiving.  I began to devour any and all information I could on past lives and past life regression.

Embarking on a Regression Journey: Preparation and Anticipation

At Dr. Weiss’s training, I met a woman who was a past life regressionist and knew of the work of Dolores Cannon. She and Dolores presented at some of the same conferences, so she claimed. Since I couldn’t go to Arkansas, where Ms. Cannon worked, I booked an appointment with the local regressionist. She appeared to be a great second choice as Dr. Weiss had acknowledged her for her work when she stood to share her experience in his workshop.

It turned out she was retiring but was willing to conduct a regression with me. Later, after the session, I learned she accepted my request because she had a gut feeling the regression would be a life-changer for me.

It was. It spurred me to get training to lead people to experience the same healing I had received. I’ve gone on to conduct hundreds of regressions.

Embarking on a Regression Journey: Preparation and Anticipation

As the day of my regression neared, I felt a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and nervousness, and I was a little bit wary. Mr. Stupid, as Dolores Cannon calls him, became alive and active the moment I made the appointment. He didn’t shut up until I had listened to the recording several times. Mr. Stupid is your conscious mind – your ego that feels threatened with annihilation if you heal your current self. It can come forth, giving your doubt and various reasons why you don’t want to take guided action.

If you are scheduling a regression session with me, then you may be experiencing the same effect.

Don’t worry. It is all normal.  It will pass. It is also a good thing to discuss before we begin so I can guide you through your concerns and cut Mr. Stupid off at the pass.

Unveiling Past Lives: Insights, Revelations, and Liberation

My First Past Life Regression

It was dark. My feet walked along a cobbled street. The shops were shuttered. Hardly anyone was out. I wore a dark cloak. It was woolen. My shoes were plain, flat, leather. The hood on the cloak was pulled around my face. I kept my eyes on the ground as I walked through the town. I spoke to no one. There was no one to speak to. I carried a basket of bread and jugs of broth. I was keenly aware that what I was doing was not to be seen. It was an act of charity, and I was not to call attention to the deed.

Each night, I would go forth and distribute the food to others on the city’s outskirts. I would also gather the jugs from houses I had visited previously. The jugs would be left on the doorstep. I never came face to face with anyone I was delivering food to. This could have been because it was the middle of the night, and people were sleeping.

The regressionist fast-forwarded me to a significant time in that life. I found myself inside a convent. I sat on a small wooden cot in a tiny room. Right next to my cot, with just barely enough room to walk to the door, only about 2 feet from the end of the bed, was another cot. It was empty. Folded neatly at the end of that bed was a tattered woolen blanket.

I progressed through the day, where I, along with a handful of other women, silently prepared bread and broth for distribution to people in the town. No one uttered any sound. I was very prayerful as I went through the day, feeling a great reverence for doing the Lord’s work. I had the feeling I did this day after day. Prayer and service filled my life. Nothing was exciting there, so the regressionist suggested I move to the next significant time in that life.

I looked at the bed; I felt weary with aches and fever. I was dying.

Under the regressionist’s expert guidance, I looked down at my body. I was in a place where I could access all wisdom and information about that lifetime. I discovered the answer to the question – why I wasn’t being seen or recognized.

It was a profoundly moving experience. As I observed the body on the bed, I was keenly aware of the light and love surrounding me. I recognized I was not alone in my death or ever alone in life. I was light, and I was now returning to the light. But the light was much more than just light; it was love.

The Vow of Poverty

As a nun, I had taken a vow of poverty and silence. Along with this vow was an agreement that I would do the Lord’s work without being recognized for the good deeds I undertook on behalf of the order of Carmelite nuns to which I belonged.

Vows We Take

As I have often found to be the case, vows often carry over from life to life because they are never released. I have interpreted vows to be a pledge or promise we make before God or someone who we believe to be a representative of God. These promises go deep into the soul.  You can carry a vow forward, life after life, unless it is released or revoked.  It turned out I took several vows as part of my life as a Carmelite nun that impacted my present life. My vows, as I interpreted them, were all intertwined, but broken down, they are frequently encountered as

• A Vow of Silence: give up the right to speak or express to others.
• A Vow of Service: to serve God by serving others for their well-being
• A Vow of Chasity: to abstain from sex
• A Vow of Poverty – to not receive compensation for service to others that would elevate me or my circumstances in any way.
• A Vow of Obedience – to honor God and those men who represented God to me at the time.

Releasing Vows From Past Lives

The regressionist guided me to release the vows. When I returned to the present, we created some further rituals I could do to remove the energy from my auric field so I would stop attracting the same circumstances. With the energy pattern still in my auric field, I would continue to run the same patterns, so it was important not only to know where the energy came from but to release the patterns of energy I had built and stored in this lifetime.

Reflecting on Past Life: Personal Transformations and Takeaways

After the regression, I felt light, like a huge burden had been lifted. Now, with all these vows still being honored unconsciously, I continuously came up against situations where I felt disempowered. To honor those vows, I created circumstances where I unknowingly, unconsciously, self-sabotaged my goals and aspirations. I worked hard for little reward. So many circumstances and life events began to make sense through the lens of regression.

Past Lives: Are They True or Just Something I Made Up?

Eager to verify this life, and having no idea what nuns took a vow of silence I went to the almighty knowledge base of Google and began to search all I could about the Carmelite order. I landed on a page where the picture sent chills of recognition through my body. I knew the picture was the same structure I had seen in my regression. Or, was it a monastery I spent a few nights at when I was touring Italy after college? Or was it both?

After college, I decided to take a sabbatical and tour Europe. I knew nothing about past lives then. Having been raised as a good Catholic girl, I believed in heaven and hell. While in Florence, I had the distinct feeling I had been there before. As our tour bus rumbled down the street and the monastery where we would be staying came into view, I had a classic déjà vu of being home. It felt surreal. At the time, I just passed it off as travel fatigue.

In discussing this life with my good friend and colleague, psychic medium Nancy Matz, she distinctly heard the word “plague.” Further research revealed the plague that swept Europe in the mid-1300s, and the Carmelite order suffered severely as many in the monasteries died.

It makes sense that I would be out at night, leaving food on people’s doorsteps. It also makes sense why there would not be many people on the streets if it were during the era of the Black Death. While there is more to glean from the exploration of this life, through undergoing the regression, a lasting change has taken effect in this life. Not only have I released the vows I took in that life as a nun, but examining that life has allowed me to see how energy ran my current life. Interestingly, I chose parents who reinforced patterns to honor the vows, especially around money and being seen.

Reflecting on Past Lives: Personal Transformations and Takeaways

People ask if it “cured” me. I don’t know if there was a cure that was needed. I know that I am very aware of the energy. I undoubtedly have had a few other lifetimes since the 1300s since I seem to be such an eager student. Those lives were probably impacted by the vows taken as a nun. The energy has been with me for a long time.

I do feel I stand more in my power. I notice when I tend to abdicate my authority and power to men. I notice when I stand back and allow others to get the credit, and I am more apt to say something now.

Regressing many people has given me a different relationship with the One Source, which I call God. I understand life differently and view several circumstances in this life quite differently. And I continue to grow. I have my lessons that are here to be learned in this life. They seem lighter now.