Past Life Regression

I have done well over forty in the last 6 years. There are so many benefits that I couldn't even begin to list them all. I have cured phobias, fixed health problems, and uncovered relationship patterns with certain people in my life. I will never stop stressing the importance of past life regression, and I will never stop being amazed at the way spirit uses this process as a way of delivering messages. I will add a category on the side column and start adding some of my previous regressions.

Yesterday was a down day for me. Couldn't really put my finger on any one reason, but I was feeling lonely and sad despite being at an overall happy place in my life. I ended up driving to the town where I grew up. It's comforting to be there, out in the country where I used to live, crops of tall corn offering a cooling break from the heat. And the smell of hay and mint. I was thinking that I should move back there and raise my son in the country.

No doubt the idea was lingering today when I decided to do a past life regression.

As always, before the regression I set my intent to find a past life that was relevant to a current situation. This time I decided to find a life that related to why I have a difficult time being present and happy.

I used Doreen Virtue's Past-Life Regression with the Angels CD.

I find myself going through a tunnel of light, an Eagle appears in front of me. I exit the tunnel and look at my feet. I am wearing moccasins, roughly made, and stitched with rawhide. I expect to find myself in a dress but I am wearing pants. I wonder if girls wore pants then and realized I was a boy. I am 14 and it is in the early part of the 19th century. (1838?) We are in a part of Mexico that is now the US.

Our home is round. I expect it to be a tee-pee, but as I look closer at it, I see it is made of earth.

It is time for the evening meal and my mother is putting stew in wooden bowls for the family. I recognize my mother as my mother now. She is nice to me in the life I see and this surprises me because of other lifetimes we have shared. I have a sister then who is my sister now. There is also a brother and another young man present. He could be a brother or a friend of my brother or mine. I see a stately older man. It is hard to tell how old he is, but there are deep creases on his face. However, they don’t seem like wrinkles. He could be my father or grandfather. I think he is the chief because I know that I am in line to be chief.

As I get older there is some debate among the tribe elders and a decision for me. I could become the chief, but there are those who wish for me to take up my calling as a healer and “one who dreams while awake”.

I see myself at the end of that life. (I am not shown which choice I make.) But as I die of old age I have no regrets over what choice I made. My family is around me and my young grandson who is my favorite is there. When he is older, he will be faced with the same choice as me.

I see the eagle again. He turns into a golden angel waiting to take to the spirit realm. The angel says to me, “Come home. The earth still carries the memory of who you were. Come back and remember.” (I was shown something about DNA that I didn’t really understand, but got the impression it had to do with cell memory.)

I was shown 6 people in that life that will be in my life if I move back to the place I was then, but I was not shown who those people would be today. I know at least 3 of them will be good friends.

Part of the fun of a past life regression is the research that I do afterwords. Today I found this map of Mexico in the year 1838.

I also looked up the meaning for Eagle as an animal totem in a website I have bookmarked.

The eagle is symbol of the zenith. A great reminder of your own ability to soar to great heights. Eagles are messengers from heaven and are the embodiment of the spirit of the sun. Those with an Eagle totem need to have an involvement with creation; a willingness to experience extremes; a willingness to use your ability even if it means getting "scorched" a little as you fly high; a willingness to seek out your true emotions. A demanding totem, but one that offers so much reward at the end of the journey. Its four-toed feet remind you to stay grounded even when soaring high; Its talons remind you to grasp the things of the earth; Its sharp beak shows you when to speak, how much, and how strongly. This totem will show you opportunities and how to ride the winds to your benefit. Eagle people can live in the realm of the spirit yet still remain connected and balanced within the realm of the Earth. You must become much more than you ever dreamed possible.

Today's past life regression was a gentle reminder that happiness is waiting in the southwest desert where I once lived a happy and peaceful life surrounded by family and friends.

[Edit] August 18, 2010

Today I received in the mail a travel brochure for Utah's canyon lands. There was a map inside and the bottom portion of the map was highlighted in red. When I saw it the hair stood up on my arms. I see the words "Navajo Tribal Park". This speaks to me.

I looked up Navajo in Wikipedia where I see the word 'Hogans', which leads me to another article where I find this picture.

This is exactly like the one I saw in my regression! Size, shape, everything.

That is so cool!

Dream Incubation

Dream incubation is a practiced technique of learning to "plant a seed" in the mind, in order for a specific dream topic to occur, either for recreation or to attempt to solve a problem. For example, a person might go to bed repeating to themselves that they will dream about a presentation they have coming up, or a vacation they recently took. While somewhat similar to lucid dreaming, dream incubation is simply focusing attention on a specific issue when going to sleep. Several studies have shown this method to be successful over a period of time.

For example, in a study at Harvard Medical School, Dr. Deirdre Barrett had her students focus on a problem, such as an unsolved homework assignment or other objective problem, before going to sleep each night for a week. She found that it was certainly possible to come up with novel solutions in dreams that were both satisfactory to the dreamer and rated as objectively solving the problem by an outside observer. In her study, two-thirds of participants had dreams that addressed their chosen problem, and one-third reached some form of solution within their dreams. Other studies have found this type of bedtime dream incubation effective in solving problems of a more subjective, personal nature. A study of prominent artists and scientists who get inspiration from their dreams found that, while most of these dreams occurred spontaneously, a small proportion of the respondents had discovered informal versions of dream incubation on their own. They reported giving themselves successful pre-sleep suggestions for anything from seeing finished artwork in their dreams to asking dreams to solve computing or mechanical design problems.

Wikipedia

I first read about dream incubation about five years ago. The book related the story of a woman who wanted insight into moving to a different town. She "programed" her dream before she went to bed, asking the question of whether or not the move would be good for her. In her dream she saw herself walking down a forest path. The path got darker and grown-over with weeds. It became quite scary. She woke up feeling like her question had been answered and decided not to move to the town.

I have had success with this process in the past. Nearly every time I have tried it I have received what felt like an answer to my question.

Yesterday I was talking to my neighbor's girlfriend. She told me she sometimes takes her son to a particular day care and they like it there. I looked at the day care's website and couldn't tell what I thought about it. It looked like a nice place. They emphasized music and sports, which I thought would be great for my son, but I just didn't feel good about it. Normally, I would go with my first instinct, but in this case I couldn't tell if my reluctance came from it being the wrong place to leave my son or the fact that I don't want to have to take him to day care at all.

Before I went to bed last night I put it out there that I wanted to know whether we should use this day care or not. I had three short dreams.

In the first dream, I was sitting on the couch and my son was standing in front of me. He said, "I'm a werewolf. Aa-Oooo (like he was howling at the moon)."

The second dream was nothing more than a newspaper, but it was quite significant because the scene was in black and white. I have only had a black and white dream once before. The headline of the newspaper said something like this:

Aljk Kehfk Rlkansoih DEAD Vojsoh

Unintelligible words except for the the word dead which was in all capital letters.

In the third dream I saw Merryweather, the little fairy in the blue dress from Disney's Sleeping Beauty. She was mad and said, "OOO! This one didn't work out either!" Presumably referring to the fact that this isn't the first day care that hasn't worked out for us.

I don't believe that the newspaper dream was telling me that my son would die if I took him to this particular day care. I want to be clear that dreams are symbolic. However, I do believe that it is possible that some aspect of him could have died, leaving him changed somehow, as indicated by the werewolf dream.

I feel like my question was clearly answered through dream incubation. Success.

Direct Requests Receive Direct Answers

Sometimes I have to remind myself of the simplest things. Direct requests receive direct answers.

While I was pregnant I re-read one of my favorite books, The Lightworker’s Way by Doreen Virtue. I was shocked that I had never notice how often she talks about god in that book! I was shocked and terribly disappointed! I got angry and stopped reading the book.

My life had been godless since I left the religion I was raised in. Enough is enough already, and no thank you! So one night while I lay in bed, hugely pregnant, and very uncomfortably not sleeping, I started up a conversation with my guide. I poured my heart out and in the end asked if there really is a god. She simply said, “God is love…”

I contemplated the answer and decided it wasn’t good enough. I wanted an unmistakable sign. The sign I requested was to see a bluebird. Any kind of bluebird, even the word bluebird would have been okay. I gave a time frame of one week.

At no time during that week did I think to watch one of the movies I had with a bluebird. At no time did I think to listen to one of my MP3s which mentions a bluebird. No bluebirds in the garden. No internet bluebirds. No twitters, no tweets.

On the fifth day we went to the grocery store. Drove down a road that we always took and there on a power box was a graffiti bluebird. It looked as if it had been there for ages, worn away in stops and color-faded. This was no new bluebird, but it was the first time I had seen it. I got my sign.

I wish I could say this became a regular thing for me; asking for an obvious sign to get answers to the tough questions, but it didn’t.

I left a bad situation and moved home. Sure the signs pointed me in this direction, but at no time did I ask the question: Where would be the best place for my son and I to move. Until recently.

Things in my home town haven’t exactly turned out the way I expected. I’ll say this much, any time I have told someone what I do I don’t hear from them ever again… So, it is clear this is not the place for us to live permanently. But where should we go?

The letter I wrote to my guides and angels said this, “I am asking for direction and a clear sign about where would be the best place for David and I to move…” I thought a perfect sign would be to see a moving van with the name of a town written large across the side. But I left it to spirit to give the sign and only asked that it be clear and obvious.

David and I had a play date at the zoo that morning, so we went on with our day. Truth-be-told, I forgot about asking the question until we were on our way home. We were stopped at a red light behind a mini-van. I had a wave of goose bumps wash over me when I saw the make of the mini-van. SEDONA. This was significant. And clear and obvious. But I tried talking myself out of it by saying, “Yeah? Where’s the moving van?!” Then, some unseen force moved my head. I looked to my left and saw I was stopped right next to a moving van!

I was excited and scared all at once. I have heard great things about the place, but my skin type is not exactly conducive to the desert. However, I have been comparing the daily weather conditions in Sedona to where I am now and. The temperatures are almost identical. But Sedona has more rainfall in the summertime and gets overcast during the day. Yay!

I am really looking forward to this move.