Friday, September 24, 2010

Another Session

As I comfortably settled into a trance through my hypnotist Nancy, I was able to see a scene play out that became cloudy in my vision, like a smudge on well cleaned glasses. She spoke to the "smudge" referring to it as a block. She gave me clear direction at the count of 3 to tell her what number I see. I said 11. She said at the count of  three be there at age 11, what do you see. I saw myself in a classroom. I started to feel awkward in sharing my experience with her. I was unable to do what the other kids were doing. Effortlessly they excelled academically where I faltered. She spoke to this block and asked it how it applies to my life today. I shared that I felt I could not go into past lives as easily as the people in the research I was reading...hence I coud not "do it like the other kids". She helped me clear that block and on I went seeing myself in a field...the scene was again unclear, a soft unfocused haze. She again counted me down and asked what age I was. 3 was the number that appeared quickly--where are you? she asked...hiding under the bed I said, why?.. the doctor is here to draw blood for a test and I am hiding from my parents. What test? I have mono and they need my blood sample. How does this apply today? I need to protect myself. Protect yourself from what? There was an evil presence in  my bedroom...about 10 years ago. Was it a night mare? I am not sure... it felt real, it felt evil. How is this related to your life today? I feel afraid to see past lives, as this evil may lurk there. She talked to this block and had me recognize that the thoughts were connected, then she had me imagine myself sucking this thought out of my body like a big swoosy vacuum.  Then BAM, the image was clear and sharp.

I was running I was in a field.
On the count of three tell me where you are geographically.
I don't know.
What is your name? Seth. How old are you? 30.
What is going on? I see fire..a village is smoldering, I see ruins. I smell smoke.
What do you feel about this  fire? Not much.I will move you forward a bit in time  on the count of 3 where are you?
My head is spinning. It's ok, she says,  that is your mind protecting you-it's just trying to distract you, breathe deeply through this.
 On the count of 3 , where are you?
I am running...I am being hunted. I see myself from above. I have torn clothes, bare feet, a dirty shirt. I have long brown hair. My head is spinning.
It's okay breathe deeply. What is happening?
I am in a gorge...trapped...no way out. Men are behind me. They have weapons, they are wearing armor.
At the count of 3 move a bit past this scene. What do you see?
I am above my body. Men are over my body on the ground. I am dead.
I am above myself. I am safe now.
Oh...I set the village on fire.
Why?
They killed my father.
What did you learn in this lifetime as Seth.
I used people, I was a user. Violence is stupid, it causes pain.
Where are you now?
I am in a white light.

She woke me from the trance and we had a good discussion.
 She explained that I removed myself and saw myself running from above because I did not want to relive the death scene. I saw everything so vividly... myself running, there was water, a lake perhaps..not an ocean. An a thick stand of trees and a path. The trees from above looked like pine.
It was an amazing experience.

I have been meditating daily.  I follow the instructions for self hypnosis. It is easy for me as I use Nancy's tape--her voice--identical to the way she puts me into a trance in her office.

Recently I have seen a dear friend... Colin. He appeears with long gray hair, a metal head piece, wearing a purple blue tunic. He is frowning. He is dear to me in this past lifetime, as well as today. I trust him completely.
I have seen my daughter, only she feels like she is not my daughter, but an elder person over me, perhaps a parent..not sure.

I'm still learning. This has upended my entire belief system.

I no longer consider myself a Christian.
I am on a journey.
I am here on earth now.
I will be here again.

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