Past Life Regression

May 1st, 2021

I finally kicked myself in the butt and made a regression appointment. With Covid 19, it was easier to book a zoom appointment than an in-person session. I dragged my feet on picking a hypnotist. Personally, I didn’t think the process would work so I was terrified of being disappointed. Also, the appointments typically cost between $200-$500 per session so that’s a lot of money to waste on a session that yields absolutely no results. I was pacing around hovering my finger over the “book appointment” button trying to decide what was worse. Have a regression and get nothing, have a regression and find a different past life outside of Titanic, or lastly, have a regression and find out that the horrible death I experienced actually happened to someone.

I booked my appointment with Wellness Canada, using hypnotherapist Jennifer Woods. https://www.wellnesscanada.ca/

I had never heard of Jennifer or the company before. However, they only charged $140 per session and were only off my timezone by one hour. I thought it was a good first-time opportunity

So after logging on and praying my equipment would work, we started the session. It took about 5 minutes to adjust our volume settings and get going. I had all new equipment and never used zoom before so I can’t complain too much. My regressionist was a gem in the patience department. So we spent the first 30 minutes just getting to know each other and explaining why I felt I was there. She had me do all the talking which was fair but she did explain some “rules” that I had heard of before.

First, don’t think just watch. Pretend the session is a movie you’re watching in a theater. Ears open, mind quiet, mouth shut.

Second, if you’re uncomfortable, say so. You can get out of the session or be transferred to a safe place in the mind if you need it.

I did explain that I have an overactive mind that never settles down and I was very nervous but she just said no worries, we’d have plenty of time to work it out. So, we started by getting comfortable and doing several breathing exercises to relax with. It took a while in my opinion to lull down enough to open the mind. Imagine trying to go to sleep while someone has a video camera in your face watching you.

The Regression

We started off by going to a garden that she described. I’ve watched a lot of youtube videos of regressions that do this, it has never once worked for me. This time, I was able to imagine some rose bushes and a small pathway. Rather pathetic for someone who typically has a wonderfully vivid imagination. I was looking at a cream/ivory-colored rose bush and trying to force it to be a less dull color when I asked to find a bench to “rest my body.”I was asked to imagine a white light above my head and that light was going to engulf me. I had to bite back my “yeah, whatever” comment and play the game. The light was meant to surround me and fill my body head to toe, all the way down to my fingertips. She said the light would be warm and comforting. It was not. For me, it was freezing like walking into a freezer or being touched by a ghost. According to the regressionist, I shuddered during her orders but allowed the white light to overtake me. As expected, the white light represents your soul and you travel upwards like in all the other videos and cds I have tried to regress me.

You meet with your spirit guide in the other realm, which for me my spirit guide is a cardinal. Not surprising since I have always been told they were messengers from heaven and I do have a nest of them on my property.

You are then asked to remember a childhood memory. I remembered being a kid, hanging out with my grandfather who recently passed away. I was then asked to go back and remember a time in the womb and to be honest, I flat out refused to go back. I wanted to stay where I was in that happy childhood memory. I begrudgingly tried to go to the womb moments but got nothing out of it. Felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. I was then asked to witness my birth where I broke the rule of thinking and responded with “Why would I want to see that?” I was asked why did I pick my family to be born into and I had no response. There is no one in my family that I am close to anymore. All I had was my grandfather, he and I were an odd couple of the group. I had to be talked into a deeper trance to go forward. I kept going back to that childhood memory and I explained as such the need to be there, for closure. I was granted some time there. Something about my grandfather’s laugh got my attention and when I looked at his face, I didn’t see his face anymore.

I saw a different man standing there in his place but the energy, the smirk, it was my grandfather. I knew it was him. My mind told me it was still grandpa’s soul just a different wrapper. The scenery was different too. We were no longer in a lush meadow in spring (childhood memory)but in a pine forest in the middle of winter. There was nothing but trees and snow as far as the eye could see. He and I were walking when I heard laughter. There was a boy and a girl running around me and I instantly knew they were my brother and sister. The boy was older than me but the girl was younger. The regressionist asked my name and replied with Ida but this time I pronounced it E-duh rather than the American Eye-duh. I saw myself inside the house with my family at the dinner table. I knew from the lack of food and surroundings that the family was struggling for money.

The scene shifted again until all of us children were adults. I saw the burial of “my” father/Ida’s father or attempted burial. It looked like the middle of a blizzard was setting in and the ground was too frozen to property dig a hole. My mother couldn’t handle the weather, frustration, and grief and went inside to lay down. I was distressed at the death and the informal-ness of the funeral but I could not decide whose feelings they belonged to.

I was asked to move forward to the time of my death. I was presented with a flash or flurry of images like pressing fast forward on a movie. I saw that my mother was grieving not just for her husband but the loss of income he provided. She has scraped and scrapped to get some money together for my brother to buy me a ticket for passage on a ship. I knew I would not be coming back once I was left. I got the gist of the message, go to America, make something of yourself and send back a ticket for your sister to join you. Your brother will stay behind with your mother and join you both after she passes. I was given the ticket by my brother and handed the gold, heartshaped-locket(the one from my dream) from my mother. I understood the importance of the locket. It was a gift from father to her, the last piece of him and I was to take it with me. The last piece of home, the last gift from my mother. My recurring dream made sense, Ida went back to her cabin to get the one item that she couldn’t replace.

At the moment of death, I saw what I had come to expect. Ida in the hallway of “Scotland Road”, fighting the waters, struggling for breath. I was told by the regressionist there would be no pain or discomfort during the death. True to her word, there was none. I could feel the water and knew it was cold but I didn’t feel the cold. I knew Ida was drowning but I didn’t feel the pain of death. I was allowed to leave the body early and watch from above as she died.

I could finally see some of her facial features through the water before I asked to return to my physical body. I was allowed to calm down before opening my eyes. My clothing was soaked through with sweat, my face was beet red and I knew I had been crying throughout the memories. Ida’s grief and mine had intermingled.

The after-thoughts

Somehow the session had lasted an hour and a half despite my mind telling me it had lasted perhaps 20 minutes once I closed my eyes. The regressionist and I spent 30 minutes discussing what I have seen and what I thought I had learned from that life. I think she was disappointed that I felt I had learned only one lesson. To let go of objects and possessions. That they were not important after all. This hit me hard because we were giving away and selling off my family’s things as one tends to do after a death. The act of watching everything slip away was almost as heartbreaking as the death itself. Ida’s family had sold what little they had to get her that ticket to a new life and it was all for nothing because she had died. The family would have lost their one hope for a better life.

I got to see my grandfather/Ida’s father at the end of her life once she had left the body and returned to spirit form and that brought me a great sense of closure and peace.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon switching between deep shock and a natural high. I felt so at peace that the regression fee was worth that alone. I was peaceful that I would never lose my loved ones even in death for grandpa had clearly stayed with me after all. That even if I lost what I had from him, I would always have him with me.

As the day wore on, the high went away and was replaced with a deep sense of grief. I spent two lifetimes with the same soul but I had lost him in both lives and that hurt. What hurt most was that Ida’s life was a failure. Her family had given her their last penny and hopes so that she would make it and return a flow of cash back home, build a bridge for the rest of her family to go to a better place. Her death destroyed their plans and they went without hope.

I did some research on Ancestry.com to find the end of the family’s story. Ida’s brother and sister remained with their mother until she passed. The brother came to America and got settled before bringing over his last remaining sister. The brother had a family but I could not find any information on the sister after she became an American. At least someone in the family made it.

If I could caution people on one thing, prepare yourself to go through the 7 stages of grief afterward and have someone drive you home from the appointment. You will not be in any condition to think let alone drive safely.