Children and Past-Life Recall
Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.
—Proverbs 22:6
The experiences of children with past-life regression are unique and important to note so that they are not overlooked when they do in fact occur. Children are easier to work with than most adults and enter into altered states of consciousness very quickly. I thought it was best to have a complete chapter on children and past-life recall since the topic is often overlooked. I want to call attention to its occurrence, because there are many benefits for acknowledging children recalling their previous lives.
I have found that children are much more receptive to past-life regression. In most cases, it takes more effort for adults to switch over and use the other area of the brain. Most kids can relax and let the other side of their brain take over. Their creative, artistic, and imaginative side comes through. Most adults use the analytical part of their brains and are totally focused on the material and physical aspects of this world.
Children are more aware of the heavenly realms and can easily be placed into very receptive states to talk to their angels or vividly recall previous lifetimes. Children use the creative and intuitive side of their brain until about age ten or eleven. At this point, they start to use the logical and analytical side more. In many cases, this has a tendency to shut down their creative, psychic, and spiritual gifts as they focus on living in the modern world. The next story is a great example of a boy who was still able to use those gifts. As is the case throughout this book, all of the names of my clients have been changed.
Resolving Parental Concern
Many years ago a concerned mother telephoned me. She was worried about her ten-year-old son’s obsession with mechanics. As I conversed with her, she told me that her son Joe was completely focused on old cars and mechanical magazines. He would tell his mother about living in the city of Calgary. With great detail, Joe described cars from the 1950s and 1960s. He could explain about the motor sizes and horsepower ratings of some of the cars from that era. Even the name and address of a car garage was known by young Joe. Since this boy had never been to this Canadian city in his young lifetime, it perplexed his loving parents.
“My husband and I don’t know what to do. We want to bring him to see you. Maybe we can find answers to all of this,” Joe’s mom told me.
A few days later, the parents showed up with their ten-year-old son. While the parents waited in my living room, I ushered Joe into my office. He slid into the recliner with ease and then stared at me with innocent eyes.
“Okay, Joe, I am going to ask you to close your eyes. Then I want you to start taking slow, relaxing breaths in and release each breath slowly,” I instructed my young client.
From that point I guided him into a deeper state of consciousness. In moments, Joe was relaxed enough. His breathing was calm and steady. A composed look was upon his youthful face. Now, it was time to explore his past life.
“Look down at your feet and tell me what you are wearing,” I said.
“I’m wearing some type of work shoes. They are all covered in oil stains,” he answered quickly.
“Good. Keep looking around and describe what you see. Allow it to flow.” I guided Joe and sat back into my armchair.
“I’m in my garage. I can see a couple of cars and I can smell gas and oil. My hands are very dirty.” He laughed.
Joe kept talking, and he went into detail about the problem with one of the cars. He knew what was wrong with it but needed to order in a special part in order to fix it properly. The part was expensive, and the owner of the car was balking at paying the money for it. So Joe said he was going to find a way to make do.
“Joe, do you own the garage?” I asked with curiosity.
“No. I’m just the head mechanic. But if I want, I can buy into the shop,” he answered.
“Please continue. Tell us more.”
“I just love working here. The cars are cool. I’ve just finished work on my own car. I’m gonna take it out for a spin on the highway soon. I want to see how it performs on an open stretch of road. I can’t wait.” A smile graced his face as he spoke with excitement.
Joe talked about the great music he listened to as well. The music was all from the 1950s and ’60s. He loved the Beatles and some of the other British bands.
That was when I decided to ask him what the date was. “Joe, can you find a calendar in the garage and read the date to me? Look around for a calendar and let me know what you see.”
His eyes underneath his closed eyelids moved back and forth, and up and down, as he searched in his mind to find a calendar. “Ah, I found one. I’m in the office looking at it. The date is August 24, 1970.”
“All right, I want you to move ahead in that lifetime. Just let the next scene unfold. I also want you to tell us your name if you can.” I prompted my young client to move on.
“I’m in my car heading out onto the highway. The car has a lot of power. I wanna see what it will do. My name’s Henry, but everyone calls me Hank.”
“Can you tell me what type of car you are driving?”
“It’s a ’68 Mustang. Can’t you tell?” My client had a perplexed look on his face as he answered me.
“Yes, of course. I just wanted you to tell me about it. Let the scene unfold.” I replied.
“I’m on the highway heading out of the city toward the mountains. I can see them in the distance. The sun is shining, and it’s a beautiful fall day here. I’m in the right-hand lane and there’s no one around. I’ve got the road to myself. This is great. I’m gonna open her up.” Excitement was evident in his young voice.
As I sat there listening to his conversation, I sensed something was about to happen. As the therapist, I continued listening to his story set in 1970. He needed to let the tale play out for his own sake.
“Wow. The Mustang is flying along the highway. I don’t even have the pedal to the floor yet. Here goes nothing! It’s going even faster. The speed is great. What a ride.”
It was then that Joe’s face scrunched up and his breathing sped up rapidly. Now, he was agitated and moved back and forth in the recliner.
“Oh my God, the car is starting to swerve. I’m losing control of it. I’m fighting with the steering wheel but it’s no good. No. No. My car is sliding off the highway into a small ravine off to the right. I’m crashing through the brush and grass. My head and my right arm hurts.”
My ten-year-old client let out a mild scream as he relayed the event of the accident to me. “The Mustang’s flipping over. I’m being tossed about. The pain is terrible. There’s blood pouring down my face. It’s difficult to see anything. The car has come to a stop. My chest feels terrible. I can’t breathe. The pain is horrible. I feel so weak. I feel numb inside and I’m losing consciousness.”
Joe’s breathing slowed down a second after he finished speaking. His face resumed a more peaceful look.
Now it was time to guide him from this death scene toward something less traumatic. “Feel yourself floating out of the body. Let yourself float above. Feel light as you gaze down upon the scene.”
“I can see the remains of my car. It is all twisted and parts of it are strewn down the side of the ravine. There is a white car slowing down and pulling over to the side of the road. I’m floating higher and the scene is disappearing. I can now see white clouds moving around me. It feels like I’m in the middle of a fog. A beautiful angel is coming toward me. She has a smile on her face and her arms are open wide. Her wings are pulled behind her back.” My young client had a gentle smile on his face. He looked at peace.
“Just allow it to continue. Enjoy this healing moment. Let your angel talk to you, either verbally or telepathically.” I guided him as quietly as I could.
“She is taking me to a beautiful playground and sitting down on a big rock with me. My angel says she loves me very much and I am special. I’m to enjoy this life and follow my heart. If I want to become an engineer, then I should follow this dream. She tells me everything will be all right. Now, she is stroking my hair and smiling at me again. I feel very happy here.” Joe was very relaxed as he remained sprawled out in the recliner. His breathing was slow and easy.
I guided Joe back into the room and into this decade. He opened his eyes and smiled at me with a look of happiness. We talked about the past life for a few moments. We also discussed the visit by his guardian angel. He told me that he was able to see angels up to a few months before, but not anymore. Joe hoped he would be able to resume seeing them again.
I said goodbye to Joe and his concerned parents after explaining everything to them. They thought it was a great idea that Joe wanted to become a mechanical engineer. All of them left my home happy. I did not see them after that day. But I hope that everything worked out for this loving family.
The remembrance of that past life as a mechanic may have brought his skills through into this present lifetime. Perhaps, in the future, Joe will become an engineer and make his mark upon this world. One can hope.
Retention of Unique Abilities
This story involves a nine-year-old girl. Her mother loved the work that I did and thought it would be a great idea for her daughter Anna to see me.
Nancy arrived with her daughter one morning for the session. I was introduced to a bright, happy girl who was nearly ten. I noticed pretty, clean colors in her aura as we talked. Both mother and daughter came inside. Nancy made herself comfortable in the living room while Anna and I walked into my office.
I pointed to the recliner, and she immediately made a beeline to it. In moments she was relaxed in the chair. We talked for a few minutes, and I soon discovered that Anna could see the human aura around people. The colors were quite easy for her to see. She thought everyone could do the same thing.
I laughed. “No, not everyone has the ability to see auras. You have a wonderful gift. I hope you keep it for the rest of your life.”
After this, we began the session. As a child her mind was still open, and she entered a very deep, altered state of consciousness in mere seconds. Her breathing became very steady and slow. Also, Anna’s eyes were moving rapidly beneath her closed eyelids. Again, this was a sign that she was in an alpha state. She was ready for my instructions.
“All right, Anna, I want you to see yourself walking along a path. In your mind, look down at your feet and tell me what you are wearing.”
She didn’t reply for a few seconds. Her breathing remained steady and her eyes were still moving rapidly beneath the eyelids. When she was ready she started to talk. “My feet are bare. I’m walking on a path in a beautiful forest. I see an opening up ahead. The sun is very bright and there are lots of flowers in this meadow. There are a couple of angels walking toward me. One of them is a woman. She is smiling at me and has her arms open.”
“Allow the scene to continue and tell us what you see and how you feel here,” I prompted Anna in order to keep the story unfolding.
“My angel is hugging me. She says she is my guardian angel and that she loves me very much. Now, she is taking my hand and walking with me through this pretty area. Up ahead is a stream with grass and rocks. We sit down on the grass and just talk.”
I needed to know more. “What is your guardian angel talking to you about?”
“Oh. We’re just talking. She says I am very special and she wants me to enjoy my life. I’m supposed to laugh and have lots of fun. When I get older I will find the right type of work that I can do to help many people. Till then she just wants me to just have fun.”
Anna kept talking about her angel as they started to play up there in the heavenly fields. She was laughing sometimes as she told me what was happening. A lovely smile was on her face through most of this session.
Finally, Anna moved into a past-life scene where she was a young lady who sold flowers in a small town somewhere in Europe. In this lifetime she was married and was quite happy. She described the small mountains surrounding the town and also detailed its wonderful architecture.
As she continued talking about this previous embodiment, she became sad. My young client spoke with an English accent. Anna was telling me about her young boy dying from a disease. She started to cry as she explained how she and her husband buried their only child. For the remainder of that lifetime, Anna said she was unhappy but survived because of the true love her husband, Mark, had for her. Eventually, I directed Anna ahead to the final moments of that lifetime. “Now, I want you to tell us what you see and how you feel.”
With her rough English accent, she exclaimed, “My chest is heavy. I’m having trouble breathing. It hurts. There are a few people sitting around my bed while I lie there. I am very sad. My beloved husband Mark died last year. I miss him so much. I don’t want to be here anymore. I wish my angel would come and get me.”
Anna’s face looked troubled as she lay there in the recliner. She seemed to be straining as she breathed. Then she said, “I feel like I’m floating out of my body. Yes, I can see my guardian angel. She is floating beside me with a smile on her face. She has her hand in mine. Now we are flying through the clouds and going somewhere.”
For a few moments, Anna kept breathing in a steady way. Then she continued, “We are going to that meadow where all the pretty flowers are. She is sitting beside the stream and holding my hand. We are just sitting there enjoying the peace and quiet.”
“That is great. Just let the scene continue to unfold.” I sat back in my chair and listened.
“Now she is telling me that everything will be all right. I will have a wonderful life this time. I will be happy and do great things. I am loved and protected.”
These words spoken by Anna were quite comforting to hear. It was time to bring her back to this world. I directed her back into the room in a gentle way.
After the session, I talked with her mother, Nancy. She was quite pleased with the results obtained by her daughter. Both of them left feeling happy.
About two months later, Nancy telephoned me with a serious concern. “Doug, Anna can’t see auras anymore. Also, she doesn’t see her angels or spirit guides. Everything just closed up about a week or two ago. I don’t know what to do. I want her to remain open and use these gifts.”
As we talked, I realized what had happened to Anna. Up to about the age of ten, children are still using the creative, artistic side of their brains. After ten, the rational, logical side seems to take over. Children stop using certain areas of the brain such as the pineal gland. This gland actually involves the psychic realm and is important for creativity and other gifts to manifest. When this area of the brain goes unused, these and other gifts die. I explained all of this to Nancy. We decided to do a follow-up session on Anna and see what would happen.
This time when Anna sat in the recliner, I asked her to tell me if she could see the colors around my head. I also wanted to know if she could still see any angels or other celestial beings in the room. “No” was her answer.
I knew I needed to concentrate on her head. I chanted special sounds toward her head as she sat there with her eyes closed. This was followed by energy work that I directed through her body and chakras. A great deal of attention was focused upon the head. After this I asked her, “Anna, look around my head and tell me if you see any colors. Can you see any angels or guides in the room as well?”
Anna opened her eyes and glanced about my head in the crown chakra area for a brief moment. “Yes, I can see blue, green, purple, and some white colors around your head. There is a beautiful angel just floating behind you. She is smiling at me. My head feels like tingles are all over it. I feel really good.”
This was great news to hear. Obviously, the chants and energy work had done the job. We were able to reawaken areas of her brain including the pineal gland. At ten, if this gland and other areas of the brain are kept open, there is a very good chance that the child will keep these areas awakened. The individual will use these gifts as adults. Anna was once again using the creative, artistic parts of her brain. I knew she would remain opened and enlightened.
Nancy and Anna left feeling pleased with everything. Anna’s mom wanted her daughter to remain open and use her abilities.
A month went by, and then Nancy telephoned again. She said that Anna wanted to see me and had a gift to give me.
When they came into the house, Anna had a great big smile on her young face. She walked up to me and put a piece of paper into my hand. I looked down at the paper. On it were some drawings done with crayons. She pointed at each one of the drawings and explained to me what they were. “This one is my mother. I drew the colors around her body. The one in the middle is my guardian angel. Notice the wings and the colors around her. This other one is a picture of you with your colors around your head. There is your angel right behind you.”
Anna was immensely pleased with the drawings. A feeling of warmth filled my heart as I gazed at these artistic creations. My young client obviously had her wonderful gifts working at full steam. It was an honor and blessing to know that I had helped her. This gift of the drawings was worth more than any gold or silver. I considered it priceless. This ten-year-old girl would have a wonderful life and she would laugh and enjoy this world. Moments such as these make it all worthwhile.
I smiled as both Nancy and Anna left. Because of her past-life healing work, I was confident that Anna would be able to retain and use her abilities for the betterment of the world. She and the other special children will help to create a heaven on Earth.
After all, there is hope and opportunity for this earth to raise its vibrations. I believe we will truly have a paradise on Earth in the future, and our work on past lives can only help that process!
Letting Go of Nightmares
Young Joseph was ten years old when his mother brought him to see me. His mother, Jane, was concerned about recurring nightmares that had started to bother her son on a regular basis. About two to three times a week, Joseph would wake up in the middle of the night due to a bad dream, a dream that repeated itself.
Once Joseph settled into a recliner in my office, I asked him about this nightmare. He was a bit uncomfortable as he looked at me and said, “I keep having the same dream. It’s really scary.”
I then used special guided meditation techniques in order to help Joseph enter into an altered state of consciousness. In a few moments he was relaxed enough. I then guided Joseph to talk about the recurring dream.
He took a few deep breaths and said, “I see myself dressed in a long brown shirt and wearing a pair of boots. I am standing in a forest at nighttime with lots of armed men surrounding me. They grab me and arrest me for something. I think they said I was worshiping the devil and working as a sorcerer or something like that.”
He took a deep breath and continued with his story. “I’m innocent. I am not a sorcerer. Someone in the town nearby doesn’t like me. He has power and lied to get me in trouble.”
“Why would he want to do that to you?” I asked, a bit perplexed.
“I own the land nearby and he wants it. He is jealous. There is a pretty woman who likes me, too. He is interested in her and wants to marry her.”
“I see. All right. Please continue with what you see and how you feel.” I gently prompted Joseph to continue with the recall of this dream.
“I’ve been taken to a large public building about two stories high made of wood. I’m standing in a big room with my hands tied behind my back. There are lots of men sitting in front of me in old, wooden chairs. There are people all around watching me.”
He continued. “Alex, the man who wants my property, is standing up, pointing his finger at me, and lying about me. He has papers on a table in front of him. He picks up a piece of paper and I can hear him talking.” Joseph is looking a bit nervous at this point.
In his dream, Alex is stating, “This is a signed confession from one of the witnesses here today. In this document, the witness states that John Daley, the accused, is a sorcerer and has performed many rituals through the years. I have several other documents by others here who claim the same thing. Many of the witnesses have stated that John Daley performs very strange rituals in the woods at night-time. They all believe he is a devil worshiper.”
Joseph, or John Daley as he was known in that past life, explained further. “Alex and the other men who are judging me brought people to testify against me. It is terrible. All of them are lying. I think some of them have been paid to testify against me, and the rest are very scared. Alex has a lot of power in the town and surrounding area. He associates with very powerful men. Most of them are greedy and unethical.”
“Joseph,” I said, “I want you to take a deep breath in, hold it, count to three, and then release it. Now, see yourself moving ahead in that lifetime to the next important scene.” I sat back in my chair and waited for the next scene to play out.
“No. No. They have found me guilty and condemned me to death. I am to be burnt at the stake as a sorcerer. I can’t believe Alex and all of them would do that to me. This is horrible. Armed guards are grabbing my arms and hauling me outside into the main courtyard of the town, near the public square.”
Joseph squirmed about in his chair for a moment and then settled down. “There is a stake or a cross in the middle of the courtyard with lots of wood piled up around it. More wood is being added by a few men. I can see armed guards surrounding the edges. Crowds of people are lining up on all sides to watch. I think many of them are scared of Alex and the other powerful men. They are evil and control everything. He is going to steal my land and my girlfriend as well.”
The breathing of this ten-year-old became labored as he spoke now. “No. Several armed guards are grabbing me and dragging me up to the wooden stake. They are tying me to it. I’m screaming that I’m innocent, but no one is listening. Now they all step back and two men are taking torches and lighting the kindling. The dry wood is catching fire quickly and starting to come toward me. I can hear and smell the smoke. People are crying and yelling now. The smoke is getting thicker. Oh, no. I can feel the flames starting to burn my legs. The pain is terrible. The heat and the pain are making me pass out.
“The pain is gone. I can see myself floating and looking down at the scene. My body has caught fire and is a torch now. People are just watching in shock. I feel so alone and hurt. As I turn away from the death scene, a beautiful angel with multicolored wings is floating toward me. She has her arms open wide and she is smiling at me. I feel all this love and peace as she is hugging me.”
“Let your angel take you to a special healing garden. Let the scene unfold and listen to what she wants to tell you.” I made the suggestion to Joseph in a very gentle way.
“We’re in a beautiful garden with flowers and trees. It is very peaceful here. She is holding my hand and sitting on the grass in the shade of a huge tree. I feel so relaxed here. My guardian angel, I know that’s who she is, is looking at me now and says, ‘Joseph, you are special and have wonderful gifts. In this lifetime you will do amazing things and help others. All of your spiritual gifts will awaken fully, allowing you to make a difference in the world. You will never be persecuted in this lifetime for your abilities and beliefs. Enjoy your life. Embrace it and talk to your angels and spirit guides on a regular basis. You will be a teacher and counselor in this lifetime. You will help others to follow their spiritual paths. Know that we love you and will always be with you as you travel your life journey.’
“She is giving me a great big hug and letting me float back down into my body. I know that these beings will always be around me. She says I’m healed and won’t have any more of these dreams.”
When Joseph opened his eyes a few moments later, he looked at me and smiled. “I feel great,” he said.
I talked to Jane, his mother, for a few moments. She was delighted to find out that her son was doing much better. They both looked very happy when they left.
A few months later, I received a call from Jane. She wanted to let me know that Joseph was not having any recurring nightmares anymore. He was happy. Jane said he was now communicating with his angels and spirit guides. According to his mom, Joseph was planning on becoming a teacher when he grew up. I wished them both luck and said goodbye.
Past-life regression therapy is a powerful tool that can be used to heal. Both the human soul and the body can benefit and heal from it. Guidance and wisdom from angels and spirit guides can also be a part of this amazing process. The potential for a wonderful future is the result.