How I Started My Own Journey into the Past
The owner of the spa where I do massage therapy and hypnosis recently asked me if I'd like to put together a special package of services for the holidays. Rather than promoting the work I'm already doing, she wanted something different. What she came up with is certainly different. Called "Fun with the Mystic," the package includes choices such as discovering your animal totem, a personal energy reading, past-life readings, and past-life regression.
The promotion starts next week, and I'm looking forward to it. While I've offered past-life regression there for more than a year, the readings are new. I have a feeling they'll prove to be a fun and intriguing way to introduce people to the idea of reincarnation and past lives.
I firmly believe I have lived before, and that I have shared many lifetimes with people who are my friends and family in this incarnation. I also believe that, quite often, when people believe they've seen a ghost, or when they experience chills and unexplained glimpses of the past, they're really experiencing past-life memories.
I have used several methods for discovering my past lives, including meditation, hypnosis, and pendulum dowsing with a map and timeline.
My parents did not raise me to believe in reincarnation, and still find the subject repugnant and heretical. But I always knew I'd lived other lives. As a child, I could picture a house where I'd lived, and could discuss my siblings and other family members. None of this bore any resemblance to my "real" life, and I soon found that it was much more acceptable for me to disguise my memories, as well as other unacceptable incidents, as fiction. So I became a writer of tales.
Yet, all along, I knew some of the stories were true, and I knew they'd happened to me. For me, visiting Civil War battlefields was more than a history lesson. At Antietam, I became dizzy and confused. While my father discussed what had happened there, I was seeing the battle unfold, smelling the smoke, and feeling a sense of panic that we would never reach the bridge and safety. By then, though, I'd learned not to talk about these things, and blamed my dizziness on the summer heat.
I don't know that I ever really thought of these incidents in terms of past-life memories, though. For me, they were as real as my daily routine of school and chores. It wasn't until I read Taylor Caldwell's "Romance of Atlantis" as a teen that I even encountered the idea of reincarnation.
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