If you had told me six months ago that I would experience past life regression therapy, I would have thrown my head back in laughter and asked you to pass me another Mint Slice. But since I’ve become more spiritually open, I thought I would try a session with Sydney practitioner Sharon Cavill.
I entered the Newtown studio a little wary of what would unfold. Would I spin around in a circle, clucking like a chicken? What if negative, detrimental memories bubbled up and boiled over? Or, what if it simply didn’t work?
Sharon put me at ease by explaining that even the most uncertain people are able to tap into their subconscious state during a session. She explained that I’d be guided into a deeper, more soulful level through a use of hypnotherapy and healing techniques.
As she spoke in a soft, sweet voice and I settled into the soft sofa, I began to relax. Sharon’s soothing sound lulled me into a comforting space, where I knew I couldn’t be harmed. The trucks that thundered down King Street blended into the background and became a distant soundtrack to the session. All was quiet. My mind was still.
Hurrah! For once, I wasn’t thinking!
Guided by Sharon, I imagined myself drifting away from the room and floating on a fluffy cloud into the atmosphere. Earth was soon a tiny speck below and I was surrounded by the endless universe. My cloud floated towards a current that carried my life up to this moment. I moved onto the current. Everything slowed down and I felt like I was wading through marshmallows.
We dipped into three happy moments in my childhood. There I was, riding my beloved horse Grasshopper along the sand dunes in Western Australia. Warm tears slid down my cheeks as I relived that feeling of freedom, of pride, as we meandered in the beach-side bush. When I had fully felt the moment, Sharon had me glide away and return to the current and my cloud. I ventured into two earlier memories and smiled as I relayed to Sharon what I was seeing, feeling and doing.
And then I drifted further down. Gradually, I was pulled to a deeper state of awareness. Or non-awareness. It was like a deep, vivid dream in which you know you’re dreaming, but are still absorbed in that realm.
A distant voice asked me to picture a bundle of past lives floating in front of me. I was to gravitate towards one. On the count of three and with a gentle press on my shoulder, I was suddenly in that past life. I was experiencing a significant moment within it.
Believe it or not…I saw myself as an old man who was presiding over an ancient village somewhere in Asia. I can’t tell you how I knew that’s who I was, but I felt consumed by that persona. As this man, I shifted in my polished wooden armchair and considered my responsibilities. People rushed around me, worried, willing me to make important decisions. I took my time. I considered everything. I pondered. I looked out of the window onto the simple, rural setting and knew I would make the right decision. In time. In my own time.
We then regressed into the man’s life and visited his childhood. I was sitting at an old wooden desk in a makeshift classroom, bursting to answer a question. My fellow students liked me and I liked to please the teacher. Life was tough, but school was fun and I took pride in being a good student.
Sharon then guided me out of the visualisation and back onto my cloud in the expanse of nothingness. She asked me what qualities the person in my past life had that I could teach Kat – my present life. I had admired his certainty and self-confidence. I craved his patience. I decided to take these strengths back with me into my life…
It awaited me back in that King Street studio.
I was back in the room. My arms felt like enormous weights. My eyes were closed over with dried tears. It was a strange, surreal sensation. I took a few moments to look around and take in my surroundings.
Two and a half hours had passed. It had felt like fifteen minutes.
Sharon and I chatted for a while. Slowly I was brought back to reality. And as I walked home – slowly, so slowly – I knew something quite special had taken place. While I wasn’t sure if I fully believed I had been a powerful Chinese man in a past life, I knew I had experienced that persona for a reason.
My soul had chosen it for a reason.
I am to walk my path with greater purpose.
Have you tried past life regression therapy? Have you considered doing it?
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