Examples of Past-Life Recall
The soul comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, and it goes out of it anew…it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–82)
For many years I have worked as a past-life therapist as well as a medical intuitive and spiritual teacher. Countless individuals from many walks of life have come through my doors seeking spiritual direction, guidance, and the recall of previous lifetimes.
Through it all, many of my clients have experienced interesting previous lives. These experiences have been profound and in some situations life-changing for them. I consider it a gift, a wonderful treasure, to be a witness to these events.
In this chapter I will be detailing some of the case studies or past-life experiences a few of my clients have had. Some are funny and some are not, but in each recall, the client received the information that he or she needed. The individual’s higher self takes over and guides them to what they need to see, feel, and experience. As I said earlier, sometimes an individual with a physical or emotional problem will be able to see where the problem arose from and release it. Some clients then heal themselves by experiencing the past-life recall.
Physical pain, unfounded fears or phobias, and deep-seated anger can all be traced back to previous embodiments. Our traits, our characteristics, our idiosyncrasies, and our unexplained physical and emotional pains can be traced back as well. Some of the gifts we have are brought forward from the past. Even some of our likes and dislikes can come from our former incarnations. I share these stories for your own benefit in your own experience of past-life regression. Through reading these examples, you will become more aware of your own past lives and be prepared to accept even more past-life experiences.
I feel strongly that these case studies need to be included here. Reading these reincarnation stories experienced by some of my clients will let you know how powerful, profound, and in many cases life-changing the results of recalling past lives can be. Reading these stories shows that you also can revisit your own past lives in a similar manner.
In the following case studies or past-life stories I have changed the names of all of the clients who experienced these interesting past-life recalls. I hope you enjoy each of these stories.
Unexplained Physical Pain
The following story is about a client who was not only a regular, everyday person previously but also a very crude and earthy individual. She was anything but ordinary.
Jane came to see me for regression therapy on several occasions over a six-month period. She was one of those special individuals who are easily hypnotized.
Through deep-breathing techniques, Jane relaxed very quickly. Her closed eyes started to move around—a sign of rapid eye movement, or REM. This was an indication that she was in a properly altered state of consciousness.
Jane began talking in what sounded like an Irish accent. “I can see everything around me. Ooy. ’Tis a beautiful day.”
At this point I thought it was the proper time to ask her what she was standing on. This is a technique I often employ to get my clients to focus on things around them.
“What are you standing on?” I inquired.
“I’m standing in a pile of sheet,” Jane replied.
“Pardon me. Please, could you repeat that?”
“I said I am standing in a pile of sheet. I am out by the barns,” she answered.
“Oh,” came my reply.
Jane continued. “It is a beautiful day. I think I will go to town for a pint.”
As she kept talking, it became obvious that she was a man in this lifetime. Alec was the name of the individual. He was described as short and stocky with balding hair.
Alec seemed to be quite the character as he detailed his life and what he did. He had a wild sense of humor and loved to drink. He had no problem chasing the ladies either, although he was married. Alec commented on this. “Variety is good for ya. Besides, I’m a horny old goat.”
Jane, now Alec, continued his story. He described the beautiful hills and trees in the late springtime. Soon he was walking into town and heading straight for the local pub on the main street. It was his home away from home, as he put it.
He walked through the entrance doors and found a seat behind an old and scarred wooden table. He described the inside of this drinking establishment to me as he kept talking. Alec had a pint of ale followed by several others. It wasn’t long before he was feeling the effects of the ale.
“Aye. I’m three sheets to the wind,” he announced. A funny, contented smile graced the face of my client as she sat there in a deep, relaxed state.
Soon Alec described how he got to his feet and unsteadily walked out the front door of his local pub. He exclaimed how he felt slightly blinded by the bright sunlight as it assailed him. He stepped off the sidewalk onto the cobblestone street in a bit of a drunken state.
Alec looked to the right down the main street. At the bottom was a park with a stream flowing through it. A beautiful young woman was there, bending over to examine a flower.
The inebriated Alec bellowed, “Oooh. What a lovely lass. I love the way she’s bending over.” It was at this moment that he first heard and then felt something hit him and knock him down. Briefly, Alec described the last moments of that lifetime. A beer wagon had run him over. The wheels went over his hips, crushing him. He recalled floating above the scene.
“I always knew the liquor and the women would be the death of me. Damn beer wagon.” This was the last comment he made.
My client started to stir out of her altered state. I guided her back to the present. Jane opened her eyes and looked about. She smiled at me.
I decided to ask her if she remembered everything in her past-life recall. (In some cases a person will not remember all of it.) Her answer was yes, she remembered it all vividly. It was just like it happened yesterday.
Jane explained to me that she had problems with her hips and lower back for years. In fact, the discomfort plagued her and often it was debilitating. Shortly after this past-life session, she noticed that a great deal of her pain had disappeared. The past-life trauma of being run over by a beer wagon had been brought forward into this lifetime. By recalling the scene vividly, she was able to release the deeply buried pain.
So, if you are experiencing certain pains in your body that medical science cannot find a physical reason for, perhaps you should consider exploring a past life. It doesn’t mean you were run over by a beer wagon in the past. The past-life event might be something that is less dramatic, such as falling off a hill and injuring your back.
As human beings we are complicated and wondrous. Our minds can open up the past for us, heal the traumas, and affect our present in a positive way. Jane was able to release a physical pain by recalling this previous lifetime.
A similar situation of unexplained physical pain occurred with Henry. He suffered greatly with severe headaches. The pain was so intense and long-lasting that he was considered a disabled student. For years he had attempted to pursue his intellectual studies in hopes of completing his university degree. Unfortunately, he was unable to achieve his goal due to this terrible affliction. In desperation he came to see me for a past-life regression.
It is not unusual for someone to seek out complementary or alternative healing modalities, especially after an exhaustive search of mainstream medical treatments has been unsuccessful.
When Henry arrived for his initial past-life session, he was in between bouts of intense pain. Through a special guided meditation or induction that involves chakra or energy-flow techniques, he was able to enter into a deep, altered state of consciousness.
After a moment of quiet, I asked Henry to describe what he felt and saw. The following story unfolded. He explained that he lived and worked as a slave on a plantation. The location was somewhere in the southern United States, although he was not sure of the exact whereabouts.
“What is your name?” I asked quietly a few moments later.
“My name is Eli,” came the reply.
Henry, or rather Eli, continued to describe his incarnation. He was twelve years old. It was warm and humid as he worked in a field alongside other slaves. A large white house stood in the distance, where Master W lived with his family.
One day, as he walked past the house with its imposing white columns, he noticed a young white girl sitting on a swing in the front yard. She talked to him briefly and said her name was Melissa. The relaxed expression on my client’s face changed slightly when he mentioned this chance meeting.
“Master W is mad,” explained Eli. The owner of the plantation had found out about this brief encounter and was angry. The end result was that Eli was whipped for this slight transgression. Through the ordeal this twelve-year-old boy did not cry too loudly. He explained that if he had, he would have been beaten worse.
Later, Eli lay on the wooden floor in his family’s home, a shack. It was then that the young slave started to sob. Jed, his father, was chastising him for talking to the white folk.
My client Henry was now sobbing. His prone body twitched a bit. He seemed somewhat uncomfortable being in a prone position upon the couch.
I decided to move him ahead to a later period in that particular incarnation. I gently guided him with my voice using a breathing technique. Henry’s body became more relaxed, and soon another scene unfolded.
It was ten years later, and Eli was a young man with powerful muscles. The years of hard work in the fields of the plantation had contributed greatly to his physique. He was on the run during the time of the American Civil War. Caring people associated with the Underground Railroad were helping him to escape to the north to freedom.
By pre-arrangement he met the Adamson family, who were traveling in that direction in a covered wagon. The father, a gray-haired man, along with his teenage son quickly stowed Eli into a hidden compartment directly beneath the floor of their wagon. This is one of many ways that people working with the Underground Railroad helped runaway slaves.
As they attempted to cross from the Confederacy into the Union side, the family was stopped. Confederate soldiers on horseback surrounded the wagon. Eli could hear all of them asking questions about runaway slaves. Racial slurs and derogatory comments escaped from the lips of many of the soldiers. There was some yelling and swearing. According to the young fugitive, soldiers were ready to kill any runaways.
Finally, Eli felt the wagon lurch forward, and the angry voices grew dimmer. He heard a few gunshots in the distance.
Again, I instructed Henry to move forward to the final moments of that lifetime. In great detail he discussed the final scene.
“I’m workin’ for the Union,” Eli said with pride in his voice.
Then he described the place where he lived and worked. It was a big northern city by the sea. The young man, now free, was working outside of a warehouse, loading supply wagons. He was well liked by many of the Union soldiers stationed there.
Eli kept lifting heavy parcels and placing them onto the wagons. As he did, a group of Confederate prisoners went by, escorted by guards. He stated that some of the prisoners glared at him.
Suddenly, a scuffle broke out between the blue-uniformed guards and their prisoners. One of the Union soldiers who knew Eli yelled back at the young freed slave. “Eli! Help! Come quickly!”
The former slave dropped his parcel and ran toward the melee. The soldier who had summoned him struggled with a Confederate officer. Eli grabbed the rebel soldier’s arm.
“Keep your filthy hands off of me!” screamed the officer. Then he produced a gun that was hidden away and put it to the side of Eli’s head.
In an instant, the freed man felt a horrible pain and saw a flash of light within his head. He described falling to the ground mortally wounded. After that, Eli felt himself drifting above the terrible scene.
During this final moment, the moment of death in that previous existence, my client moaned and became totally still. Henry’s breathing started to slow down. His rapid eye movements ceased.
I then used a special guided technique to bring Henry back into the present time. This technique also involved helping his soul to return into the physical form. This process took a minute or two. When he opened his eyes, he seemed more rested. My client told me he felt overwhelmed with the experience but felt it was a positive one.
I did not hear from Henry for about a year. One day he phoned me out of the blue. Henry proceeded to tell me that he no longer suffered from debilitating headaches and was working on his university degree. He explained to me in a very excited manner that his past-life regression had helped him greatly. Also, he had followed up his session with several Reiki treatments. The energy-healing sessions had also assisted him tremendously. Henry was now meditating on a regular basis. He informed me that the combination of all of these modalities had resulted in a cure. That was the last time I heard from him.
Years later someone mentioned to me that Henry had completed his university studies and now lived a more productive life free of pain. I hope and believe he is living life to the fullest and contributing to the betterment of our world.
Obviously, Henry was healed from a physical pain. The debilitating headaches that he had suffered from for years finally disappeared. This shows one of the healing benefits that can be received through accessing past-life memories.
Traits and Characteristics
Tom came to see me for a past-life regression. He was doing this simply out of curiosity. He was excited about the chance to recall a previous incarnation.
When Tom lay down on the bed in order to get ready for the session, he explained to me that he was very tired and hoped he would not fall asleep through it all. I told him not to worry, and then I proceeded to guide him into the proper state. He was a very easy person to work with and relaxed quite easily.
My client talked on a constant basis during the roughly two-hour session. A vivid tale unfolded.
Tom very quickly started to describe a scene out of ancient Rome. He explained who he was and what he did for a living. “My name is Naphro. I am a master craftsman,” he proudly exclaimed.
“Can you tell us where you are right now?” I asked, leaning forward.
“I’m inside the administrative building of the town. There are lots of marble columns and a marble floor with mosaic designs on it. On the wall in front of me I can see the name of the town.”
“What does it read?” was the question I directed to him.
“Herculaneum. That is the name of my town.” Tom, or rather Naphro, quickly replied.
I leaned back in my chair and let my client continue with the story of that lifetime.
Naphro described the interior of the building in great detail. He then left this structure, turned left, and headed up a cobblestone street. There were old one- and two-story buildings on each side as he walked up the street, which inclined upward. A man driving a cart full of amphorae came down the street, and Naphro stepped aside as it passed.
Naphro continued his stroll until he spotted a bar that opened onto the street directly ahead on his right. The door and window were open. There was a stone counter in the open window area. Some pots of food were sitting in holes that were built into the counter. Behind the counter a short, bald man wearing a brown tunic stood. A dirty brown apron covered his rotund belly. Several chairs and tables were within this drinking establishment. According to my client, the fellow looked like a shifty character as he wandered about with a wine jug in his hands. A dirty towel with fly specks on it hung over his arm.
Naphro stopped at the bar, or caupona as it was called, and had a cup of wine. He stood on the street and leaned against the counter.
“How does the wine taste?” I asked with curiosity.
“It’s been watered down. Cheap bastard!” was his reply. “It tastes like some animal pissed in it.”
After finishing his fine wine, Naphro continued on his way. He then described something else a few seconds later. “I’m passing by the iron gates of the governor’s house on my right side. A soldier with a spear is guarding the front. The house is very beautiful inside. There is a lot of beautiful furniture and expensive possessions inside the home.”
Again I decided to ask him a question. “Who is the governor?” I was not sure what type of answer I would get.
“Titus is the governor.” The reply was very quick.
Naphro continued with his account of that lifetime. “I am heading back home to my wife. My workshop is attached to our living area.”
He then described his working quarters to me, followed by a description of his wife. “My workshop is on the main floor. My workers are repairing a statue in the main area. A door off to the left leads into the entrance of our living quarters. As soon as I enter, my beautiful wife, Claudia, greets me. She has lovely, long black hair and a great figure. Just like a Greek statue!” A pause.
“Claudia is not too happy right now,” exclaimed Naphro.
“Can you tell us why she is not happy?” I asked with curiosity.
His facial expression twisted a bit as he replied. “She and our servants are tired of cleaning up the black soot that comes from the mountain. I explained to her that this is an order from Governor Titus. I tell her we should be proud that we are helping to keep our city streets clean. She does not agree with me.”
At this point I ask Naphro to take in a deep breath and move ahead to the next major event in that lifetime. He follows my instructions and appears very relaxed for a brief moment. Then all hell breaks loose!
“The mountain is exploding and the ground is shaking. It’s frightening! It is hard to see the sky with all the stones and soot raining down on us. People are screaming and crying. Many of them are in the streets moving toward the shoreline.”
“I can see a soldier on a horse trying to calm everyone down. Oh, no. The soldier is falling off the horse onto the street. People are running by him. They are all panicking.”
“What are you doing?” I asked Naphro.
“I am on the street not far from the civic center. I am worried about my wife and I must return to my home to be with her. We need to leave Herculaneum as soon as possible. It is terrible here. I must find my wife. I am worried about her.”
My client was in a nervous state. He was having a difficult time returning to his home. All the frantic people passing by him, heading toward the shoreline, slowed his passage.
Naphro finally turned around and headed toward the sea. As he told his story, I felt like I was right there watching the scene unfold on a television or movie screen. As he spoke, I watched the scene in my mind of the Roman soldier on a brown horse at a street intersection. The soldier was trying to help people, directing them and giving words of encouragement. His brown horse started to act up, stood up on its back hooves. This action sent the soldier sprawling onto the street as people desperately pushed by him. The maddening scene continued as Naphro rushed toward the sea.
He made it to the shoreline and then took refuge in a boat shelter that resembled a tunnel. It was not far from the water. As he was crowded in there with everyone else, he remarked, “It is too hot. I can’t breathe. Oh no. What an awful explosion!” My client’s body jerked and twisted. He then settled down with normal breathing patterns. Those were the last moments of that lifetime.
Gently, I guided Tom back from his past-life journey into the present. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at me, and said, “Sorry I fell asleep.” He did not remember any of the events of that intense past-life recall. I knew that I should have made suggestions to him to remember or recall his previous lifetime while he was still in that deep, altered state of consciousness.
I thought it was amazing that he had not remembered any of it. During the session he appeared to be in a relaxed state and talked to me steadily. It was like we were having a regular conversation as he lay there vividly detailing all of the events from that previous embodiment.
Neither I nor my client was aware of Roman history at the time of this session. I decided to do some research on Herculaneum and the Roman governor Titus. Sure enough, Titus Flavius, the son of the Emperor Vespasian, was the governor in this area. He had estates in both Herculaneum and nearby Pompeii. In 79 CE, he lived there. Upon the death of Vespasian, Titus was recalled to Rome. He became emperor on June 24 in the year 79. Shortly afterward, in August, Mount Vesuvius erupted and destroyed both Herculaneum and Pompeii.
Upon doing further research, I found out some fascinating things about that time in Herculaneum. The shoreline now is about five hundred meters away from its location back then. It had silted up through the centuries. There were several boat shelters near the former shore that resembled caves. Each shelter had a Roman arch at the entrance. Archaeologists had always surmised that most of the residents of Herculaneum had successfully fled the city and survived the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. When archaeologists did excavations in these boat shelters, however, they found many bodies all huddled together.
These victims came from all walks of life, poor and rich. Gold jewelry and coins were found amongst the victims. So, it appeared that many people had sought shelter there and perished near the early shoreline. Herculaneum was hit by a huge pyroclastic surge of scalding hot lava. The way that Naphro described the events to me was exactly as they had unfolded.
Not all of the ancient Roman town of Herculaneum has been excavated. If they were to excavate more, I am sure they would find the remains of the palace of Vespasian’s son Titus, who was the governor up to two months before the time of the ill-fated eruption. This would be a major archaeological discovery. All the artifacts that are there buried below the ground would be exciting to discover.
Tom was a janitor at the time of the session. He loved to clean and get rid of the dirt. He enjoyed it immensely. Perhaps this strange feeling or characteristic came from the fact that he also took intense pride in helping to clean the ash off of the streets of his hometown of Herculaneum in a previous life. This is one example of how some of our characteristics or even our idiosyncrasies can be found to originate in a previous embodiment.
Years later Tom became an Anglican priest and moved ahead with his present life.
Personal Preferences
When I talk about someone’s characteristics being brought forward, I also have to include likes and dislikes. Sometimes we do not like a certain type of food or some style of clothing. Or perhaps we have a great dislike for a certain person. This person may be friendly and caring, but we still dislike the individual. Or we have a very strong connection to a person we’ve just met. It is as if we knew him or her all of our lives. In most cases we do not know why we possess these intense likes and dislikes. All we know is that we have these intense feelings about something or someone.
It is often the eyes that draw us to the individual. We recognize something in the eyes. The eyes are truly the windows to the soul. It is here that a past-life connection can be remembered.
We come back in family groups and repeat similar situations over and over until we get it right. We learn from each of these incarnations. We break our karmic debts and connections to other people. This is all part of the growth of the soul.
We’ve discussed likes and dislikes. As I mentioned, these dislikes can extend to food or clothing as well. The following story is a great example of this.
Joe came to see me for a regression several years ago. He lay down on the sofa, relaxed, and soon I was able to guide him into a deep, altered state. He was one of those individuals who can be hypnotized very easily.
As the regression unfolded, Joe described a scene that takes place in the wild American West. Although Joe was Canadian, his speech changed in this altered state of consciousness. He described the past-life event with a slow Western drawl.
“I’m hidin’ behind a bunch of big rocks near the waterin’ hole. Mah horse is nearby. It’s hotter ’n hell,” he complained. “Ah shore wish Ah could fill up mah canteen. Damn hat! The Indians can spot me with mah big white cowboy hat. Stupid hat.” Joe seemed nervous and irritated as he lay there.
He hid behind the rock and pondered what to do. He was trapped.
“Indians are hiding in a rock outcrop not too far away. Ah can’t git any water without bein’ shot by arrows. I’ve gotta make a run for my horse.”
Then Joe recalled how he made a dash for his horse, leapt on its back, and proceeded to gallop away from the rocks and watering hole. He glanced back over his right shoulder and said, “Oh no. An Indian just appeared from behind a rock. He’s shootin’ an arrow at me.”
Joe described the intense smell of leather, sweat, and dust. He could feel the heat of the soaring sun above. “I can feel the arrow in mah back. I’m slidin’ off the horse and onto the dusty ground.”
His last comment made about that incarnation was “Stupid hat!”
Obviously, Joe disliked his cowboy hat in that lifetime because it was easy for the Indians to spot him.
When I guided Joe back into a normal state of consciousness, he felt great. He had always had an interest in and fascination with the Old West. This recall made perfect sense to him.
Joe does not like wearing any type of hat. In the business that he owned, many of his employees wore farm or ball caps. Not Joe. He has always disliked wearing a hat ever since he can remember. Obviously, this type of attitude originated from that lifetime as a cowboy.
When you possess a distinct dislike for someone or something but do not know why, perhaps you should explore a few of your previous embodiments on this planet. Answers can be found there.
Healing from Emotional Pain
This next story takes us back to World War II. When a young life is cut short by some tragedy—in this case, a global conflict—the reincarnation cycle of life to death and then rebirth is greatly disturbed.
Dick was a prime example of this situation. He was a young man who worked as a hair stylist. He was intrigued by what I did and decided to have a past-life session with me.
I instructed Dick to relax in the recliner. Using guided meditation, I gently coaxed him into a very deep altered state of consciousness. He was a very good subject and went into the required state very quickly. The story that unfolded was fascinating, but at the same time extremely sad.
“All right, Dick, tell me where you are and what is happening.” I leaned back in the chair and waited for the answer.
“I’m in the kitchen of our family farmhouse. I’m very nervous.” Dick’s face was wrinkled up as he spoke.
“Why are you nervous?” I asked with interest.
“I’m waiting for a letter from the War Department. I’m going into the military as soon as I receive my notice. I expect it any day now. I don’t want to go. My parents are aging and I’m their only child. But I know I must do my part.” Dick’s eyes were moving rapidly under his closed eyelids. He was focused on this scene.
In a few moments, he continued with his tale. “Oh. Here comes the mailman. He has a letter for me. It has the government logo on it. I’m opening it with great reluctance.”
“What does the government letter say?” I was curious.
“I’m to report for basic training very soon. I need to go to some place near Chicago. I’m upset about it. I have to tell my parents now.”
Dick soon described his conversation with his aging parents. He explained how they all were crying and hugging each other. His dad said he would look after the farm until Dick returned from the war.
The next scene unfolded. Dick was standing in a train station in Chicago. He was waiting for a train to take him to Camp Pendleton in California. This was where his final training would take place. He was going to be an observer in a bomber. He mentioned that his Marine uniform had his name tag on his shirt as Johnson instead of Johansen. There had been a mix-up and that was the name he was given. Dick thought it was no big deal having his name changed to this version.
He could hear the trains going by as he stood there waiting for his own train ride. His hat was neatly tucked upon one shoulder and hung down loosely. During this time, the air force of the United States was not a separate branch of the military; the army and the navy supplied most of the airplanes for the war. The U.S. Marines sometimes worked in conjunction with the army and navy.
Dick then described his stay at Camp Pendleton, a new Marine base opened up because of the war. With great detail he even mentioned one of the meals he ate in the mess hall. He gave the names of the cooks and the fellow soldiers who sat at the dining table with him. He mentioned that the eggs and bacon tasted great. The coffee was a bit strong but he could handle it.
In the next past-life scene, Dick commented on boarding a transport ship that was headed to Hawaii.
Dick talked about the men below deck on the troop ship he was on. A hammock was slung across a space, along with many others. This was where all of the men sat around and talked. Various wooden benches were placed there. Friendly games of poker took place while the ship made its way to Hawaii. A large convoy of ships sailed to this tropical port. My client mentioned a young man named Ben from New Jersey. The two of them were fast becoming friends. All the other fellows were quite friendly.
Finally, the large fleet arrived at its destination. Soon, Dick was stationed in barracks near the airfield where the large bombers were kept. He had already received some training in Camp Pendleton as a navigator’s helper. He was busy practicing his newly acquired skills as a navigator’s helper for a bomber, possibly a B-29.
The big day arrived finally. Dick reported to the bomber for active duty. Their plane was to go to an airfield on a tropical island not too far from the war front. Once there, they would refuel and then proceed on to their enemy target. He wasn’t exactly sure what the target was but suspected that it was an enemy airfield where fighter planes were stationed. At least that was the rumor floating amongst the men on board the bomber. The captain would fill all of them in on the details when they were closer to the objective. There were several other bombers with them that were accompanied by fighter planes. These fighter planes were to provide air support on their mission.
All of the planes arrived at the airfield on a small tropical island. The airstrip had been constructed on the middle of this island. Palm trees and other tropical vegetation surrounded both sides of the small airstrip. There were a few buildings along the right side. A mechanics’ shop was one of these small buildings. The other structures were sleeping quarters for the small military staff stationed there. A few American fighter planes sat idle nearby.
After refueling and stretching their legs, the crews of the planes jumped back on board. In moments they were back in the blue tropical skies, heading for their military objective. The flight was uneventful for about an hour, and then total chaos unfolds.
Japanese fighter planes came out of the sky from nowhere. Dick figured they were Zeros, and he described the rising-sun symbol on their wings. Deadly plane fights broke out all around them. He could hear the guns firing and the engines of the planes as they twisted and maneuvered through the busy skies like dozens of bloodthirsty mosquitoes.
There were too many enemy fighter planes. The air support could not handle them all. The American fighter pilots were overwhelmed. Some of them had been hit and were on fire, spinning through the smoke-filled skies. Both sides were suffering from the vicious fighting. Dick noticed a Japanese fighter plane covered in fire plunging to the sea below.
The bomber that Dick was aboard became vulnerable. A few of the Zeros were now free and focused their attack upon the bombers. He could hear the bullets hitting the metal of the plane. More and more lead poured into the bomber, causing considerable damage. Smoke and fire started to fill the cabin area where Dick was sitting in fear. Pain tore into his left arm and his left leg as he was struck by bullets. The plane started to break up. In moments he was swirling amongst twisted metal and wires. It was horrific. He could feel the warm blood flowing over his face, blocking his view of everything. Dick was angry and full of fear. The pain was terrible.
He was extremely upset and said, “I will never see my parents again. Dad will have a hard time looking after the farm. I feel cheated.” Anger and sadness was filling him now.
He then moaned, “I feel weak. I think I’m going to pass out.” With that Dick became very quiet. He relaxed in the recliner. I watched his breathing going up and down on a normal basis.
It was time to bring him back into this lifetime. Again, I used a special technique to guide him back into the room and fully into his physical body. This involved working with his chakras. I then followed through with more instructions. “When I count to three, feel yourself back in the room and in your body. Feel relaxed and comfortable. One, two, and three. Now, open your eyes.”
He opened his eyes, yawned, and then sat up straight. “Wow. Now I know why I can’t watch any movies or television shows about World War II. I always felt uncomfortable about this war.” His faced showed understanding. Dick had just received a revelation about his feelings toward this time period.
He decided to pass on more information to me as we sat there in my office. “Doug, I have to tell you something. I think it is relevant to this past life.” He took a breath and thought carefully about what he would say. “I was born in the United States. I felt pressured to join the armed forces down there. This is something I dreaded. I moved to Canada because I did not want to join the military. I am a pacifist and detest war. It is terrible.” Passion was in his eyes.
Dick came to see me a few more times over a period of about a year. Finally, he moved on. I wish him all the best and hope this lifetime is more fruitful now that he has an understanding of how past emotional trauma has influenced this life.
Past-life regression has the ability to heal both emotional and physical pain. In the case of Dick, he was able to heal an emotional pain buried deep within his soul. When we heal the past, we can heal our present and make our future better and brighter. The eternal soul is set free from the bonds of the past. It becomes lighter and less burdened. This allows the soul to grow and move forward. It can embrace a wonderful future.
Health and Pregnancy
The next two case studies or past-life recall stories involve two women who had issues relating to pregnancy. Both of them, through the remembrance of specific past lives, were able to heal the problems that afflicted them in this current lifetime. Both of these clients sought the help of medical experts in order to determine the cause of their problems but to no avail. Here are both of these women’s past-life experiences.
Susan was a young, healthy woman who came to see me for a past-life regression. Although she appeared physically healthy, there was a major problem in her life.
Each time she and her husband tried to have a child, they were unsuccessful. Susan would become pregnant and everything would seem fine at first. Then she would have a miscarriage early in the pregnancy. She barely made it into the first trimester, and then mysteriously Susan would lose the fetus.
After four or five attempts at having a child, they both became desperate. Doctors could not find a physiological reason for this situation. Susan decided to try something less conservative. She was at her wit’s end when she phoned me and explained her problem. We agreed that past-life therapy was worth a try.
Susan looked nervous and apprehensive when she arrived for her past-life therapy session. Once she sat down in the recliner in my office she started to relax a bit. I instructed her to do some deep-breathing exercises. We talked about the recurring problem for a few moments. Then I felt it was time to begin the session.
“Shut your eyes. Take a deep breath into your lungs and hold it for the count of three. Now, let the breath out slowly.” I sipped on my glass of water and then continued. “Take another deep breath in and repeat the process.”
Susan was relaxing even more. Her breathing became very regular, much the same as someone sleeping. Now I used guided meditation techniques to get her deeper. In moments, she was in a deep meditative state of consciousness. I could now direct her into a possible past-life recall.
“I want you to tell us what you see. How do you feel here?” I prompted her.
“I’m in a courtyard just in front of my stone and wood house. I feel fine right now. The weather is warm. We live in a small town south of Rome,” Susan replied as her eyes moved rapidly below her closed eyelids.
“Let the scene unfold. Describe what you are doing and what is happening around you,” I suggested as I focused on her face and her breathing.
“I am pregnant with my first child. It is early yet. I’m just barely showing. I’m so happy about it. My husband is working away from here right now. He should be back in a few days.”
Susan went quiet for a minute. Her breathing was regular and relaxed. I sat there quietly, waiting for her story to unfold.
Suddenly, her breathing became quicker and she spoke. “Oh no! The ground is starting to shake violently. I’m falling to the ground. I’m getting up now. It is a terrible earthquake. The high stone walls around me are starting to tumble. I’m very scared.”
I advised Susan to let things continue. I knew she needed to experience this in order to get some answers. She needed to heal from this ancient event.
Susan’s face was twisted in anguish as she described what was happening, “I’m running past the high stone walls. I must get out into open country. It is much too dangerous here. The walls are starting to fall around me. A stone temple nearby is starting to crumble. By the gods! The whole town is being destroyed. I must get out of here.”
She kept talking about the stone walls tumbling down. She also mentioned that several more buildings were falling apart. She was focused on getting into the open, away from the stone.
“I’m trapped! The walls are falling down in front of me. I have to turn around.” Susan let out a soft scream. “The stone wall is tumbling down. It’s landing on me. I’m lying on the ground with all the heavy stone sitting atop of me. The pain is terrific. My body is being crushed. My unborn child is doomed.”
At that moment, I guided Susan out of the body lying in the rubble. I instructed her to float above the scene and tell us what she saw.
“I can see the upper part of my body. I have black hair. I look like I’m dead. I’m wearing a white dress but it is covered in blood. The rest of my body is buried under the stones. Oh, now I can see my angel coming to me. She has her hands out and there is a beautiful smile on her face.”
I was pleased about this turn of events. I said, “Let this continue. Let your angel take you to where you need to go. Just allow it to flow.”
“She is holding my hand and taking me into an incredible garden. The flowers and the trees are indescribable. This is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Wow.”
Susan kept on relating the scene with her angel. She was now talking to this heavenly messenger, receiving answers that were necessary to her healing and well being. “We are sitting on the grass. My angel is stroking my hair and telling me that I will be healed while I sleep at night. She says I will go to a special healing place where healing angels will work on me. I have nothing to worry about. I will be able to get pregnant and have a child.”
Tears were streaking down her face as she related all of these wonderful messages. I let her stay in that realm for a few moments so she could truly enjoy this momentous moment.
Finally, it was time to bring her back into her body and into this room. “All right, Susan, let your guardian angel hug you. She has always been around you and will always be there in the future. Remember how she used to stroke your hair while you slept as a small child. Feel that love and protection.”
I continued with the guided meditation and brought her back into the present and into the office. She opened her eyes, smiled, and sat there in deep contemplation for about a minute or two. Susan seemed more at peace. We talked about it and she agreed that she felt much better. In fact, she decided that she would try to get pregnant again. Her attitude was much more positive. There was hope in her young heart.
We said goodbye and I wished her all the best. Later, someone close to me, who knew Susan quite well, passed along the message that Susan had become pregnant and she and her husband did have a child this time. Her whole life had been changed. By hearing such powerful and positive feedback, I felt truly blessed that I had been able to help. I knew that her guardian angel and all her spiritual helpers had helped her. Yes, I believe that the heavenly healers and messengers give us the comfort and support we need in this physical world. They bring us a piece of Heaven and give us hope for our future destiny upon the earth.
Jennifer was also a bright and beautiful young woman who appeared healthy and happy when she came to see me for a past-life therapy session. She sat down in the comfortable recliner, smiled at me nervously, and then said, “My husband and I desperately want to have a child. But I have a couple of issues that are interfering with that goal. First of all, I have an extreme fear of becoming pregnant. I keep thinking that I will die if I have a baby.”
Jennifer took a deep breath, composed herself, and then continued, “The second issue involves some type of hormonal imbalance within me. Something is slightly off and seems to be preventing me from getting pregnant. We have tried everything and don’t know where to turn.”
Jennifer and I talked about this concern for a few moments and then I decided it was time to begin the past-life session. I employed a special energy induction technique to guide her into the right state of consciousness. As stated in chapter 4, the induction method is used to allow individuals to enter into an altered state of consciousness in order for them to access past-life information.
She slipped into the proper state very quickly. I sat back in my chair and watched her breathing slow down. She became very relaxed and peaceful. I then guided her in the following manner: “Allow your guardian angel to come to you and give you a big hug. Feel her arms and her beautiful wings surrounding you with light and love. Feel the peace as she holds you here in the garden. Let your arms hug her back and feel love in your heart going out to her. Also, feel the warmth and love that she has for you coming into your chest and whole being.”
I was able to watch as a beautiful white light came down from above her head and completely surrounded her as she lay there in a reclined position. Since I possess the ability to see auras and healing colors, this gift allowed me to observe the event in a special way.
Soon her guardian angel was holding her hand and taking her to a special place that Jennifer needed to see. Her angel then let go of her hand. Jennifer started to explore this place and slowly started to describe what she saw. “I’m in a big farmhouse just outside of the city. The home is beautiful and is full of furniture. The furniture looks antique but it appears new.”
“Can you tell us what city you live near?” I asked with curiosity.
“I live about a half-hour away from St. Louis. There is a small village close by. My husband and I bought this place in the country so we could get away from the hustle and bustle of a large city. We both love it here.”
“All right, in your mind I want you to look down at your body and tell us what you are wearing. Also, can you tell us what the time period is?” I often use this type of probing to allow clients to explore more and receive detailed information. Many clients will answer the time-period question, but not all.
Jennifer’s eyes moved back and forth underneath her eyelids. This was a sure sign that she was in a very deep state of altered consciousness. She answered very quietly, “I’m wearing a blue dress and I’m very pregnant.” She laughed. “I can barely see my feet because I am so large. Oh, my husband George and I are so happy about having a baby. We can’t wait.”
“What does your husband do?” I inquired and sipped on my glass of water as I waited for a reply.
“George is a lawyer in the city. He is well known and has lots of clients. He goes to work every morning, then returns home on the train in the evening. He sometimes takes an extra day off on the weekends so we can enjoy our time here together.”
Jennifer continued to describe her home and the surrounding garden. She especially enjoyed the huge kitchen with the black-and-white flooring. A newly installed telephone had been placed into the kitchen. She marveled at this wonderful new invention and how it made it easier to talk to George.
After letting my client explore her home and garden in that lifetime, I guided her to move ahead. “Okay. Take a deep breath in and hold it. Now release the breath slowly. As you do, let yourself move ahead to the next major event in that lifetime.”
Jennifer followed my instructions easily, and then the next scene from that incarnation unfolded for her. “Oh, no. I am in terrible pain. Something is wrong with the baby. I need help. Our cook is off today and there is no one nearby to help. I have to get to the telephone in the kitchen. I can barely make it. No. The pain is overpowering and I’m collapsing on the black-and-white kitchen floor. I haven’t the strength to reach the phone. I’m dizzy and everything is going black in front of my eyes. Warm blood is flowing down my legs and onto the floor. I’m fading fast. Oh, my poor baby. I wish George was here. I’m so scared.”
It was at this point, the death scene, that I guided my anxious client to feel her soul slipping out of the body. I instructed her to look down at the traumatic scene below.
Her breathing became less labored and then fell into a gentle rhythm. She spoke slowly, “I can see my body lying on the kitchen floor. There is a lot of blood pooled around my lower extremities. The pain and fear are now gone. I can feel myself floating upward toward a cloud. A beautiful angel is floating toward me with her arms opened up. She is wrapping her arms and wings about me. I can feel all this peace and serenity as she holds me. My angel is taking me to a lovely garden where she is talking to me.”
“What is she saying to you?” I asked with a great deal of curiosity.
“Oh. She wants me to analyze that lifetime and understand that I will not have that terrible experience in this lifetime. I can get pregnant and give birth to a healthy baby. She also is telling me that I will have a wonderful, long, and prosperous life if I wish to. I am crying because I’m so happy now. My angel is wiping my tears away. She is sending an incredible amount of love to me. I feel so wonderful. She tells me it is time to go now, but I can visit her whenever I need to during sleep.”
I felt I was being given instructions by her angel, so I guided Jennifer back into this century and into the room. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and said thank you.
We talked about her previous lifetime for a few moments. She left my office with a sense of peace and happiness.
One day out of the blue, Jennifer phoned me to tell me that she did become pregnant and had a beautiful baby girl. Apparently, according to her doctor, some kind of healing occurred with her hormones and she was able to conceive. She said she and her husband were very happy. We talked for a few moments and said goodbye.
I have not heard from Jennifer since then, but I would like to believe that her life is flowing with love and happiness. It was a great honor and joy to have been part of this wondrous healing process.
As mentioned before, past-life therapy does have the power and ability to heal physical problems. We are multidimensional beings who carry all of our past-life memories and pain within our souls. The lifting of the veil in order to explore a previous incarnation can have wonderful healing properties. Our wounded souls can heal and grow from these experiences.