Past Lives

Past Lives

Remembering my own past lives through hypnosis regression and meditation, brought new understanding to the life I am now living. Sometimes it seems as if your life just is not making sense, even to yourself. You may have a fear of or even an attraction to something that is not explainable within the experiences of the life you are presently in.
Have you ever met someone and either knew that you knew them before, or had an almost immediate dislike of someone you have barely been introduced to. What is up with that?
We often have that one relationship in our life; a family member that we just don’t seem to understand or gel with. Chances are a past life can explain all or most of the present dynamics of these relationships. To have that light bulb moment when a long standing mystery is solved is priceless.
Excerpt from There Is Love, My Near Death Experience And Beyond

*I then saw two children in this vision my guide was helping me with. One was Native and one was White. Inquiring about the blond, blue eyed child, I asked,
“How did he come to be with us?”
The scene switched to show me a battle between a covered wagon or two and Natives on horses, with bows and arrows. I had a knowing these wagons had crossed what was thought of as our territory. And they were also being killed for the guns and ammunition that could be gained. This was quite unpleasant. I knew most of the women were against this fighting, but could do little to stop it. I saw Many Feathers then step in and call them off when the last of the White people, who happened to be this boy of about seven years old, was about to be killed. He was then brought to live with us. I saw him being delivered to our teepee and I was feeling angered at what had been done. He did not belong there. I asked his name and was told that because of the fear in his eyes, he would be called Pale Horse. Wow! The first thought that came rushing in was, that’s why I had worked on the white horse painting! It was to help me remember. It was then that I knew Pale Horse was my husband, Harmen.
When, for some reason, I asked how he died in that life time the scene changed again and I was seeing him about to go on a buffalo hunt with the rest of the men his age. He was on his horse and I was begging him not to go. I knew he would not come back and I was frantic. I just felt so strongly that it was not his path to do this, but he felt he had to prove his worth to the others. I saw the huge stampede of buffalo running full speed toward the cliff and Pale Horse being bumped off his horse. I saw him trampled by the buffalo herd. I asked if he had children and was shown a native woman holding up a baby for me to see.
This baby was not only his daughter in that lifetime; she was our daughter in this one. I saw her as she had looked as my own newbo
in this life. And I remembered the word granddaughter. So many years ago; yes, she would have been granddaughter then, but now she was his gift. To have back the daughter who didn’t get to know him in that past life. It took a while for all of the connections of that remembering to sink in and it was a whole new level of amazement at life and the wonder of it all. So many pieces had come together.*

I became a hypnotist to assist others with their discovery and healing process, but it was my own process that made it all make sense for me. I feel honored when someone allows me to assist them on their journey. I have learned that we are a product of all of our soul’s experiences, in the many lives we have had and of course, the one here now, where we chose in each moment how we will react to a situation, this time around.
Debora Christy Love